Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

Sunday all of us ended back over at the gym. We had been using the part-time help hard the last couple of weeks and they needed a break; on top of that it was Super Bowl weekend. Those that wanted the day off, we allowed them to take it.

All the bars had been running many kinds of Super Bowl specials and parties. We expected that by noon customer attendance would drop off and it did some. The gym was busy this morning and so was the tanning booth.

Wendy, bless her soul, came in even though she had the day off and worked. Susan was on a ship at Norfolk and Carl was at the academy. “All my friends are here. How can I not be here with them?” she said.

Marcy, Jenny and I spent time discussing the problem with the Charlotte rental site and how we could correct it. The dealer that was doing the repairs needed to be confronted and about the same time the manager of the car agency so they could not have a cover story made up. There was obviously collusion going on, how high it went in the dealer was one question. How many were involved at the rental site was another?

“We need to get copies of the checks to see who endorsed them. They may have not made it into the dealer’s checking account,” I said.

“Mom is insisting that we are going to have operational control by middle of the week. She was assured that the auditors were monitoring the day to day operations of Mid Atlantic Auto Rentals (MAAR). This thing in Charlotte proves they are not. Her lawyers are going to invoke some kind of clause in the contracts about fraudulent activities and demand control before the federal judge and ask that the penalty clause go into effect on Monday,” Marcy said.

“If Jenny can get Thursday off the three of us could fly down early in the morning. Jenny and I can hit the dealer and you can hit the agency up for a general audit and review until we get done and then join in on the audit. You will need to send out some kind of announcement that JBG is taking over active control as soon as the lawyers get it approved. You will need to extract the managers list and contact information and generate a way to blanket email them,” I said. “We need to have a plan if we fire them on the spot. You may want to print out everything we have on all the employees at the site to come up with the next best manager in a hurry or at least as a temporary.”

“We have to come back Thursday night so we can leave Friday morning to go to OSU for the seminar there. The seminar is at 7pm.and there is a 12 hour drive. We planned to leave around 4 am if you remember,” I said.

“We will fly to both places. We will leave here Thursday morning early in the King Air and be in Charlotte when they open the doors. We can stay over, finish the job Friday morning and be back by two, have Kate meet us, change planes to the G5 that is big enough to carry all of us and the dummies and fly back the same night,” Marcy said. “Don’t tell Kate we are flying.”

“You need to contact the temp agency and get a secretary here, especially if we are getting control this week,” I said. “We are just going to be spread too thin if you don’t, just put her in one of the cubicles.”

We talked for another half hour when Janice, Becky, Lisa and Sly of the North Side six came in with their mothers and a couple of their younger sisters. We went through the round of introductions and pleasantries. Sly said. “We brought our mothers over for the tour. They wanted to see where we were spending so much time.”

“Why don’t you put gym suits on and run your sisters through a light workout and let your Moms watch or join in if they like,” I said. “After you get through with the workout, shower and get a complementary tan on the gym. In fact I will help you. I haven’t worked out at all today.”

For the next two hours I worked with out of shape moms and all the daughters. The girls had a blast working out with their moms. The moms had a blast working out with their daughters even if the daughters did make them look bad. I set the Marathoners up for a 1k beach run for each of the Moms, all on different vacation summer beaches. They had a blast.

A round in the showers and I suggested they hit the hot tubs for 30 minutes before they went to get their free tans. I had just dried off from my shower when Vicky came over to see if I could work up a program for a new member. Lorrie was finishing up the health assessment on her.

I spent the next hour and a half with the new member working on the perfect program for her. Janice Cain was my age although I did not remember her from school. She had scars that told me she had a rough life or a lot of bad luck. Near the end of the work up (she had chosen a strength building program) she asked about both the defensive training and the boxing. I suggested that she spend some time building strength and then move over to the defensive training. Her interest in the defensive training and boxing raised some red flags for me, given her general appearance.

It also struck me in the face like a brick. We were going all over the country in the next few months giving rape prevention seminars at colleges. Why not also have several local directed towards high school girls, and women in general; they were just as much at risk? I would put the idea before the group.

Edit by Alfmeister

By 7 we had the gym open and had sent one of the girls to get carry-out breakfast sandwiches. I noticed several hickeys on some of the girls; apparently Jeanna’s girl friends didn’t get the message. Wendy had already run several customers through the tanning booths by the time the food arrived. The refreshment center already had several pots on the machine. Apparently coffee was a big mover this early in the morning.

Marcy had sent out an email to the members that there may be a tour by KCC college staff this afternoon and had posted a sign in the lobby, just to cover all bases. There was certainly no difference this morning, there was heavy traffic coming in to use the gym just like any other Saturday morning.

The trainers were walking in the door at 8 right on the nose. The next two hours we spent in advanced training. The last two hours we started with a reservation using each other as a customer and followed the transaction all the way through in the training program and seeing the rental and the return process on the wall monitors. We then followed the money from cash and card transactions through the various processes to the bank account.

Jeanna and her secretaries filled in all the blanks on the bank routing and cost percentages in areas the trainers were lost. They also showed about some cases where the hidden transaction charges could occur to the unknowing.

They trained us on all the possible discounts that site managers were able to play around with for rentals, and how to find managers that were abusing the system to drive rental numbers at the expense of end profits. In some markets it was necessary to discount to be competitive. In most markets heavy discounting was unnecessary.

It was intended to be there as an employee bonus perk, but some were habitually abusing the process. The process had flagged some managers with as many as a dozen cars out every weekend on the family plan with as little 5 dollars a day return, and in some cases no return.

The programs also flagged mileage irregularities. It flagged vehicles from customer turn in, to next rental mileages or tickets with missing numbers. It was possible for employees to use the cars for personal use if the mileages were not recorded on the drop-off forms.

While we were running all the reports another potential fraud popped up at a big North Carolina airport rental site. Three year old cars with 20 to 30 thousand miles were averaging 3 to 5 hundred a month repair cost. That kind of expense was unheard of, maybe on a lemon car that you sent to the auction after several months of that kind of expense, but 25 cars at one location was a big problem. It was obvious that during the transition phase no one was watching anything and most likely didn’t care.

The previous owners already had a fixed price; the attorneys and accounts were concerned only with legal affairs related to the ownership change.

Jeanna was livid. These kinds of things were being paid out of the escrow accounts. This was money out of our pockets. It may have been Saturday but lawyers and accountant’s phones started ringing.

While all that was going on the trainers showed us how to track down the charges to the vehicles along with copies of the original invoices and approvals. Our printer started getting a workout and we saved everything electronic to a file. As I was looking over the printed invoices I noticed one dealer shop and one authorization signature to do the work, and the same person submitted the invoices and authorized the payments.

Marcy looked at me and said, “I think we need to add fraud investigation to your security division.”

“Chief Head Hunter works for me,” I replied. “I hate someone stealing from me.”

It was noon when the trainers were satisfied that our skill level was where we needed to be at this time. They headed to the island airport to go back to Savannah in the G5 that had just returned from leaving the Moms and Dads in Naples FL.

We had a quick lunch. Jenny and I spent time in the gym checking up on the operations there. It was being run entirely with hired help for the first time on a Saturday. The North Six had a check-off list for each machine and gym area and were making progress. Four of them had several carts with cleaning products. They were in their normal tees and gym shorts. Abby was keeping them going in the right direction, giving them pointers and the safety things they needed to know about each machine.

The other two were in the store room working on the mountain of towels and clothes that were generated every day. In between they were cleaning the refreshment area, showers and bathrooms.

Marcy, Vicky, Lorrie and Ching Lee were putting finishing touches on the presentation for this afternoon’s interview session and their appraisal session with their professors.

At 2:30 we all went over to the house, dressed in business attire, and returned to the gym. The girls went upstairs and I stayed in the customer office with Kristen. She was telling me that there were a couple of new EMS people that may be interested in working a part-time arrangement like they were. I told her that we were going through a restructuring of management responsibilities and that I would pass it on to Ching Lee and Vicky as they were now in charge of gym operations, but if there were any problems that could not be resolved Marcy or I would have final decision.

I also told her that I didn’t want rumors to be making the rounds in the gym but major things were going to happen very soon, including the possibility of more perks for employees.

I asked her feelings on doing a new member check-in on the new men’s night gym. “Is doing the physical on men going to be uncomfortable and something that you would not like to do?” I told her I did not need an answer right now and that I needed to ask Carla and Abby.
The college group started coming into the lobby. I told Kristin to call upstairs and inform them to hold the door open and I would escort them up. I knew the professors from my day to day dealings at the college, Dean, Jacobs, Riley and Maxell. I knew the students by their faces, Rebecca Blackstone, Sandy Flood, Randy Richmond, and Mark Patrick They all seemed like good kids; pleasant and easy to get along with. Bob Jackson and Shirley Short from HR made up the rest of the group.

Marcy offered coffee, pastries, water and soda and a chance to go to the bathroom before starting. She introduced all of us along with our official titles and responsibilities in the company then followed that up with each of the girls giving an overview of the company based on her responsibilities. While they gave their presentation they controlled a PowerPoint slide show

Marcy gave her part of the presentation on the car rental company, employees, revenues, locations and number of cars.

Lorrie described the plans for the vacation houses on Florida and the packages. Then she gave details of the charter flight company. Her PowerPoint had pictures of the houses and the planes.

Ching Lee described the various web sites that we were going to have for each along with all the online special promotions and online reservation systems. Then she described her gym oversight duties and all the things that were available in the gym.

Vicky explained the advertising budgets for the pieces of the business with breakdowns of the segments. A lot of money was going to be spent for the auto rental business, gym, vacation and charter business.

Marcy explained that this office was going to be responsible for all the accounting, payroll for 250 employees, purchasing 200 vehicles a year, tracking a 5 year replacement plan, titling, tagging, and maintenance. Scheduling air travel, coordinating rental housing, and scouting expansion sites were only part of the things that needed to be run out of this office.

“Along with that comes the need for people and that’s why I invited you here. The applications you filled out were generic for Mid Atlantic Auto Rentals. Those jobs are for here and if you are interested I will accept them and review them while you taking a tour of the gym and we can do the interviews today,” Marcy said. “Do you have any questions that we can answer for you?”

All four of the students gave Marcy their applications. “It won’t hurt to talk in depth about it,” they said.

“This is a unique setting here today. I can take the applicants for a gym tour while you have a conference with the girls if you like,” I said. “Then we can swap off while Marcy and the girls are doing the interviews.”

Two hours later and two separate tours of the gym, we were going to work up a job offer package with all the perks and benefits explained and in their hands by the middle of next week to the four students. The two male students had met Wendy and were in love. The two female students got a complementary tan. The girls and their professors had a good discussion; everyone was happy. Kirstin brought up handfuls of phone messages we needed to address before the end of the day, she had been handling all the calls for us.

Jenny and I completed the second of the three inseminations we were going to do on this month’s cycle. Saturday and Sunday were our regular nights to spend together and that made it a little special. I made her favorite for the group for supper even though it was late because we worked the gym. I had it hot and steaming on the table as soon as they closed the gym. The couple bottles of her favorite wine finished off the mood.

We showered and washed each other. We made sweet soft, tender, and passionate love as only two women can. We did the dirty deed as we did the first time and it seemed to go smoother and easier. With her legs crossed and a pillow under her butt I held my love in my arms all night.
Edit by Alfmeister

Today was going to be another busy day again. Unless something crazy happened at the college I was taking Monday off to work with the girls. I made the loop around the college block so I could check out the street by the construction entrance one more time so I could put the issue to rest. It was packed as hard as a concrete road. The grader and the 5 ton roller were doing the job. I was going to devote no more time to the issue unless there were complaints.

The first thing I did once I got in to the office was pull up the video of yesterdays cafeteria fight and pull all the id numbers of all the people in there except the 10 males involved in the fight. All the students and factuality that were there I sent an e-mail to be in the cafeteria at 12 noon sharp. That was the agreed upon time that Roseanne was to publically apologize to Corry for the bitch slap she had delivered.

I had an e-mail from HR saying that they would leave it to my discretion as to how long the group was to wear the ankle monitors. My thoughts were a week to ten days depending on todays out come. I wondered why HR was dumping so many student discipline related decisions on my department. In fact it was troubling. Sarah was at HR nearly every day with student concerns connected to the student union. I was going to start picking her mind about what was going on to see if she had heard anything while she was there.

I replied to the e-mail that the apology was to be at noon in the cafeteria should they want to be there to witness the event. I added Sarah to that e-mail.

Marcy sent the following e-mail to Jenny and me.

We have been running ideas about the business plan and a name this morning.
For the parent company we like the name

Jones Business Group Inc.

Jones Fitness and Training Center a JBG company
Mid Atlantic Auto Rentals a JBG company
Delmarva Air charter & Florida Vacations a JBG company
Jones Advanced Security a JBG company

We think doing it this way one corporation would cover all of it for tax filings and all things legal.

B.J. Jones President
Training and Security operations

Jennifer Coles Executive Vice President
Legal consul & Advisor

Marcy De Stone Executive Vice President & Chief Financial officer
Day to day business operations & Mid Atlantic auto rentals

Lorrie Smithfield Executive Vice President corporate communications
Charter flight scheduling & Rental vacation packages

Ching Lee Executive Vice President
Web presence and gym operations

Victoria Snow Executive Vice President
Advertising/media relations/ official spokesperson & Gym operations

Jeanna De Stone Executive Vice President
Financial Advisor

Start with 10000 shares 1420 shares each with 60 held by the corporation.

This is just one of many ideas. What do you think? Open discussion for tonight’s planning meeting after the security presentation.

I replied, “I like how you have divided up the responsibilities. I am not sure that the business group names will do the tax setup you are trying to achieve. Make an appointment with the lawyers and get it in writing. Getting everything under one roof and one tax identity will greatly reduce accounting expenses. Love you all see you tonight.”

Patti brought in an extended weather report for the rest of the month; the seminar at OHS was in the middle of a predicted blizzard weekend. How lovely I thought, just driving to OHS had been bad enough. The mid-west had been getting hammered for the last two weeks as it was. Their snowfall was being reported in feet, not inches this month. Oh well, deal with it when it gets here.

The next time I looked at the clock it was 11:30. I wondered if I should send extra security to the cafeteria but decided against it. The ones I had e-mailed this morning most likely thought they were going to have to give a statement or a reenactment. Unless Corry, Roseanne or Sarah had spread the word they were really the only three students that knew for sure what was going to happen. Then I wondered how civil Roseanne would be.

Sarah and I arrived a few minutes early, followed by Bob and Shirley. I checked off the names of the people I had e-mailed as they came in. There were a lot of other students there but it appeared to be the normal lunch crowd.

It was a little after 12 when Roseanne and Corry came in together. They were laughing and carrying on like they were the best of friends. What a difference 24 hours makes I thought. They came over to the table after they spotted us and pulled up two chairs, Roseanne asked, “How do I do this?”

“Have you thought about what you want to say?” I asked.

“Yes, I thought about it a lot. I’m ready, Roseanne said.

“Simply stand, rap on a table to get every ones attention and say what you have thought about,” I replied.

Rap, rap, rap, Roseanne stood and pulled Corry to stand with her.

“Yesterday based on half truths, outright lies and rumor I made a horrible mistake without thinking clearly. I acted foolishly. I acted without thinking about the possible injuries I could have caused you. I gave you no chance to defend yourself verbally or physically. I was wrong on all accounts. I am a better person than the one that was on display here yesterday and Corry, you deserved better. I want to put my actions behind us and I hope you can forgive me. Corry, from the bottom of my heart I am sorry, please forgive me and accept my apology,” Roseanne said.

“Roseanne, I accept your apology. I want to put this behind us as well and move on,” Corry said. They hugged and sat back down. Not long after that Bob and Shirley left.

The menu special today was pizza. Since I was there I took a tray and joined Sarah, Roseanne and Corry for lunch. I found out that Roseanne had dumped her boyfriend yesterday afternoon after she left the meeting. “After looking at the video, that was a smart move. He is one of those that only thinks with the little head,” I replied with a laugh.

“I had forgotten about the video. You saw me and the gag too, now I am embarrassed,” Corry said. “I thought that was something every girl was supposed to be able to do naturally.”

“Not hardly, there is a learning curve, you have to train or out-smart that reflex,” I said.

“Were you serious when you said you would help me when I found the right boyfriend?” Corry asked.

“Yes, but just one boyfriend and not the dorm,” I said with a laugh.

We all laughed at that, then stood and went our separate ways.

I had another dozen emails from the girls along with another several dozen on the work side, along with a confirmation call from Robert Bradberry about the demo and proposal next Friday night.

Misty and Belinda had already left for home in one of the cars. Sarah, Patti and I headed for home at 3:30. On the way Sarah said, “Roseanne wants to watch and may be you can teach her too.”

“Watch what?” I responded.

“How to suck a big one,” Sarah said as straight faced as she could. Patti covered the dash and almost choked on her coffee.

“Everybody in the room has to be naked and they each have to have their own boyfriend,” I said just as straight-faced as possible – until I couldn’t any more, before laughing. Patti was still cleaning the mess off the dash.

Bob was the last one of his crew there as I went over to the gym, “Everything is completed. I gave the access card back to Marcy. I will start on your project on Monday or Tuesday. The man-lift and the forklift are parked on the loading dock; they will be picked up on Monday.

The engineers and computer experts from Savannah National Computer Systems were installing all the necessary programs to monitor, manage and run Mid-Atlantic Auto Rentals from our office, including live data on the monitors.

In a couple hours they were going to begin training all of us. Jeanna and both her secretaries were going to sit in both tonight’s session and tomorrow’s.

Marcy took me aside and said, “The courts, banks, Wall Street and the auditors are moving much faster than expected. We may have full control in 30 days or less. After tomorrow we will be able to see everything including employees and payroll. We won’t be able to change anything until the auditors and lawyers sign off then we will get the last set of passwords. When that happens, a programmer will spend a week here for the final training that we will need.”

“As soon as we get the corporate name and accounts set up to meet our accountants and the lawyers requirements, Mom is going to transfer 25 million to the operating fund. We can return it to her as soon as the monies that are tied up in the escrow fund are released to us. The planes and the houses in Florida and the auto rental company will all be in the corporate name as the transactions are completed and become corporate assets.” Marcy said.

I closed the door to the office we were in and said, “How do you feel about this? This is a lot and you’re not 22 yet.”

“I have studied for four years specializing in big business, I have dreamed about it a lot longer than that. I am excited and I am ready. With the family support I have from both sides I am ready for anything. You should have seen Mom when she saw we had her listed as a corporate officer,” she said.

“I am as excited as your Mom is and I know the rest of our family is too. We are all in this together. I told you in the very beginning when we started the gym business it was for the four of you. You have proven time and time again it was the right decision,” I said.

“I don’t know if you have gained another sister or we have gained another member to our crazy family. Mom keeps looking at the rings. She did ask what time the orgy starts tonight and if she could bring a girlfriend. I told her 10, and girlfriends are optional,” Marcy said.

It was a good thing we had all the help working in the gym including the Moms as we spent the next four hours in training. There were enough techs and programmers that they each only had two of us to work with during the training. We were given guide books that went screen by screen about everything they were going to teach us.

When we finished for the evening the gym was in the final stages of closing up. Lisa had the last class for 10 days; Jenny was going to take over for her. The Dads and the Moms were flying in the G5 to Naples first thing in the morning to be final house inspectors. I gave them one of the gym credit cards and made it quite clear that everything went on the card.

The computer group went to their motel rooms. We six, Jeanna and her two secretaries went over to the house. Jeanna explained the house rules as we were undressing and showering and cleaning up. The mats were going to be full; there were fourteen of us. Most likely Patti and Misty would be on the couch watching and going at it solo but that still left 12 on the mats.

“How do you fit the two new ones in something like this?” Jenny asked me off to the side.

“It’s tricky, sometimes things just fall into place and work out, sometimes not. Jeanna will introduce them and you follow my lead and hopefully everyone else will too,” I said.

Once we were all in the basement, the over-grown tees came off and were hung up. Jeanna introduced Phyllis and Gabby. I walked to Phyllis, “Hi, I’m BJ” and gave her a full tongue kiss while I was squeezing her breast with one hand and working her clit with the other. After I broke the kiss, with my hands still busy, I whispered into her ear, “Welcome to our party. Relax and enjoy.” As I backed away her knees were getting weak. Jenny replaced me and I went to Gabby and repeated the welcome. By the time they had been introduced to all of us they had several orgasms. Then the real sex began. Jenny gracefully turned down several attempts to be on the receiving end of a dildo although she did use a traditional strap-on with several of the players. By one everyone was exhausted and found a spot in a bed to sleep.

Edit by Alfmeister

After a change of clothes, we went over to the gym. A light supper in the gym had become the normal routine. I noticed that there was still some construction vehicles but not as many as there were before. I would be glad when everything was completed, the parking had been a real pain with the construction and all the piled up snow taking up spots. I did notice that Bob’s pickup was still in the lot. I had another project over at the house that I wanted him to work on if he still needed work.

Marsha was at the customer window scheduling appointments for the Marathoners from the sound of the conversation. Wendy came into the lobby to get the customer for tanning and I noticed her nipples were like mountains in the thong she was wearing. She caught me staring.

With a laugh she said, “You’re as bad as the men and they love to look, they have had the door open so much it is cool in here. You need to go up stairs and look. It is nice.”

Marsha added, “Marcy wants to see you as soon as you can, she is moving into her office.”

I was overwhelmed as I opened the door and walked into the new office area. Everything was in place, double monitors on all the cubicles, flip up overhead storage compartment above each, and the computer tower underneath. The file cabinets were under the counter. The girls were in their private offices setting them up. Name plates were mounted beside the doors.

Bob and his crews were doing finishing touches here and there. The computer techs were running tests and loading programs on each of the desktops. The counter was full of laptops getting the same treatment.

I pulled Bob aside and asked if he had found any work for the rest of the month.

“We have another day finishing up the odds and ends here. That will make this such a first class job that I will be proud to have my name attached to it. After that, not much, still nothing firm from planning on the other project yet,” Bob said.

“Let me finish with Marcy then I want to show you a project I want done over to the house,” I said.

Marcy called all of us into her office and closed the door. “Mom has one more business opportunity for us. She says this is the last one for this year. She has had a property investment in North Dakota for years and it has turned into a gold mine. it’s a huge natural gas and oil dome and they have started extracting from it. She has to reinvest all this money or pay a lot of taxes. She has one more line, actually two lines of business for us to add,” Marcy said.

“Mom has the two planes at the Island Airport and pilots that are getting paid a full salary whether they fly or not. Both the pilots and the planes are certified to do commercial charter flights. She has found a deal on another King Air turbo prop and another G5LR from a solar company that is going bankrupt. The LR can fly intercontinental. She wants to start a charter flight company for high-end patrons and we manage the complete operation here. That’s the first part of it.” Marcy said.

“For the second part she has had one of her secretaries working on it for a couple of months. Mom wants to buy twenty houses in Naples, Florida and use them as rentals. A package type of rental deal is what she has in mind. They would get air flight down, a rental car, a rental house, and flight back as a package. All this is connected to the charter flight business. The area she wants us to target is the Baltimore, Washington corridor, possibly advertising in Richmond and Norfolk as well. The houses have been inspected by two different inspection agencies. Mom wants to know if you and Jenny could get your Mom’s and Dad’s to fly down Friday morning and stay as long as necessary to physically put a set of our own eyes on each house and compare the inspection reports to the house, all expenses paid,” Marcy said.

“Wow, it will take a while to build up clientele to make that successful, I think. If it had been ready now the planes would have been full with this bone-chilling weather we have been having. Ching Lee will have to take over both advertising and public relations and Vicky the charter business. That will use the other office,” I said.

Marcy said, “That’s not all. We had 4 male gym trainers come in today wanting applications to work here when we start a night gym for the male population in the area. All four currently work in area gyms and say they can bring clients with them for nights. I had a good interview with all of them. They suggested 8 pm to 12 and again 4am to 8. They are all going to come back tonight at 10 and tour the gym. Kim and Marsha started a log of men wanting to book the Marathoners as soon as we open for men. All 4 are going to be booked for a while. Word of mouth advertising in the runner circles is going full throttle.”

“You, Ching, Vicky and Lorrie need to put together a good presentation of all the businesses in the group. To add to the job interviews, I learned today that not only is your professor coming but Bob and Shirley from HR and Ching, Vicky and Lorrie’s professors. I know you didn’t need that added pressure but I didn’t think that you needed that kind of surprise. With all the other things and this group coming, please don’t say anything about the security part we are working on,” I said. “They are looking at modeling more of the final semester towards work in place for credits.”

“Jenny and I are going to take Bob over to the house to look at a project I am thinking about and Jenny and I have something to do for an hour or so after that. When we finish I will be back over, Jenny will not,” I said. “Hopefully you can handle things OK until I get back. I know you have put in a long day.”

“Abby, Kirstin and Courtney have all agreed to part time. They are all here tonight so we are good. Abby and Kirstin both have their county schedules a month in advance so working out our scheduling will be easy,” Marcy said.

Bob, Jenny and I left. The three of us went down to the big basement that was mostly empty after we had moved all of the equipment over to the gym. “I want 6 nice bedrooms built down here. Stay 3 feet from the wall on all three sides. As you can see there is a French drain and four sump pumps, one in each corner. I don’t want anything to mess them up. Have all the doors open to a center hallway like a hotel. Work them around the support columns however you need to do that. Don’t come any closer to the front than here. I still want the mats to be able to be there. I am thinking they should be 12 feet wide and like 16 feet deep, be sure to put a nice closet in each one. Use the same heat pump setup as you have done for me before, plenty of outlets and run computer outlets and TV in the walls. Just bundle the computer and TV cable off to the side for now.

I also want an automatic standby generator big enough to run everything with some extra. Make it propane. If we have to get a bigger tank, so be it. And get a price on a generator for the Gym, propane as well. Mount both of them high enough that flooding won’t be a problem,” I said.

“See one of the girls at the gym when you need to get down here to take measurements. When you start you can come through the garage entrance over there. We will give you a key when you start,” I said as we said good night.

Jenny and I walked hand in hand to the bedroom and locked the door behind us. We said few words, they were not needed. We showered, washed each other’s hair as we always did and shaved each others kitty smooth. It was a hug and a kiss here, there and every where, along with ‘I love you’. Yes, we were in love. I loved all my mates, Lorrie, Vicky, Marcy and Ching Lee. I would kill and maim a thousand to protect them and heaven help anyone that harmed them. I would hunt them down to the ends of the earth and they would die slowly and very painfully.

With Jenny there was just something that was a little more. The feeling of love was the same with all of them but Jenny touched my soul in a special way. Two women in love and now we were going further. In many places in the world what were trying to do would bring death in the most hideous ways. Even here it was still heavily frowned upon by many.

We made love for most of an hour. We kissed, licked, sucked and fingered until we were exhausted. I came twice and she three times. Jenny screamed so loud with the third one it was a wonder they didn’t hear it in the gym. We held each other and cried with the pleasure.

I threw the covers to the floor and pulled my love to the edge of the bed with her heels supported on the edge. I removed the cover on the canister, put on the heavy gloves, lifted one of the rods and retrieved one of the sealed vials and set it on the dresser. It needed to return slowly to room temperature.

I opened the sealed pack that contained the speculum, and the packet that contained the special syringe to place Jake’s semen into her uterus. The video that came with the supplies gave you two recommended ways to do this. One was to discharge the semen against the opening of the uterus as a cock would do or else insert the nipple of the special syringe about an inch and a half into the uterus. We chose the last one. It had a higher and faster success rate of the two to get pregnant.

I lubed the speculum with a new tube of sterile lubricant, carefully inserted it into Jenny’s vagina, and squeezed it open until I saw her face tense up. I shook the vial as instructed to mix, awaken and make sure all the semen had thawed and was liquid. It was so I used the special tool to scribe the neck of the vial and snapped the top off. I pulled all the contents into the special syringe.

I crouched between her legs and looked into the opened speculum with the small light to find the opening to Jenny’s uterus. It was visible and just as the video described to see it would be. I looked at Jenny for one last time that this was what she really wanted. Jenny had an ear to ear smile and mouthed, “Yes, do it” – she had read my thoughts as she always seemed to do. I inserted the tip against the opening and gently pushed the syringe into the mark and slowly pushed the plunger all the way in. I very slowly withdrew the device to allow her opening to close. I closed the speculum and withdrew it.

“Slide back on the bed, cross your legs and lift your butt so I can slide a pillow under it to keep it elevated,” I said. I covered her with the blankets and then put all the evidence of our secret into a doubled plastic grocery bag and threw it into the trash. We would do this again on Saturday – that was the best day of her cycle. I would be with her all night and again on Monday to make sure we hadn’t miscounted or that nature had a hiccup.

I got under the covers with Jenny and held her while I cried inside. She was willing to do something I could no longer do. I could never get pregnant. The doctors had seen to that when I was 15. At the time it was the best solution. We both wanted a child and we wanted it to be ours by blood. If this worked I would owe Jake more than he would ever know. We would have our child and both our parents a grandchild.

I stayed with Jenny another half hour whispering and talking and holding. We both knew this could take months or never but we were determined to see it through. I kissed her one last time then dressed and went back over to the gym.

The gym was alive with people grunting and straining. The lobby was full of men and women waiting to tan. The North Side six were getting put through their paces tonight by Abby. Tonight after they were finished and dressed they would see the office for the first time as they would be offered a part-time job on Saturdays.

I went upstairs to the office. My other four loves were busy putting together a presentation for Saturday afternoon. Tomorrow morning Marcy would be back at crunching the numbers, something she did very well. I still had not called Dad about going to Florida. I used the phone at my cubicle.

“Hi Dad, how are you? What have you got in the works for the next ten days?” I asked.

“Just work,” he replied.

“Can you take a weeks vacation next week?” I asked.

“I can. Why?” he asked.

“You, Mom, and hopefully the Coles – 10 days in Naples Florida, all expenses paid.” I said.

“What is the temperature there?” he asked.

“75 might be 80 a few days.” I said.

“Who do I have to kill?” he asked.

I filled him in on all the details.

“Let me talk with Mom. I will call you right back.” he said.

I gave him my new office phone number. That was another thing, we were going to need someone to answer all the freaking phones, screen the calls, and to direct them where they needed to go.

I had just finished that thought when Marsha paged that the North Six were on their way up. As they came through the door the change in their facial expression was priceless. At the door their faces were tense as if ‘what’s going to happen to us now’, and then amazement at everything that was in there.

We all sat at the conference table and Marcy began, “You have been punctual, even under not so great circumstances, courteous and helpful to the customers and dedicated. As you can see the gym is growing by leaps and bounds and you haven’t seen anything yet. Starting the 1st of February we are going to be open evenings and early mornings for men and there may be an overlap on the evenings, only time will tell about that. We are so busy that some things are being neglected. Along with all that comes the need for more people. We would like to offer you paying part time jobs to help with clean up and other things. Everything needs to be wiped, dusted and wiped down with disinfectant at least once a week.”

“For those of you that are in school it would be 8 hours on Saturday. For those of you that are waiting to start college next year – you know how important that is to all of us – Saturday and possibly even full time. If you are interested the pay will be 12.50 an hour to start,” Marcy said.

As soon as it sank in they all wanted the jobs. Marcy gave each of them an employment application and a pen, then she said, “You can fill them out now or take them home and bring them back tomorrow.” There was only one question.

“Can we tell our Mom’s?”

“Yes, by all means please do and if you want, bring them and give them a tour,” Marcy said.

At 10 the four male trainers were back. Jeff Blight, Andrew (Andy) Comstock, Charles (Curley) Stokes and Paul Forbes were their names. They were all in descent shape. Jeff and Andy wanted to work early. They were early risers and had jobs with 9 am start times. They were both married and had children. By being at the gym that early they would have the evenings free to spend with their families.

Curley and Paul both worked for the government in the (I can’t talk about my job) situations and with a crazy shift – 11am to 7 pm – just outside Washington. Both were single and the 8 to midnight would work great for them. I suspected that they were of the macho gay kind but for our needs that did not mater.

All four of them thought that they could handle several dozen new members each. Apparently they worked with a large group of men with the same issues finding a gym that would cater to their needs and the hours we offered would suit their needs perfectly.

Paul commented that there were close to a dozen men in their group that were smooth body freaks and that they were paying for body waxes in DC at least once a month. He felt sure that if Amy gave a members price or a competitive price they would go for it.

We hired all four of them with a starting date of February 1. With those hires the night gym for men was now complete.

With hiring of the North Six we had a crew for a complete Saturday clean up. Two or all three of the ones that were not in college until the fall could possibly be convinced to split days and add one or two people to the day shift. Maybe in a month they would be skilled enough to be assistant trainers. That would free up a lot of time on my girls. All of the things that Jeanna had given us were going to be very time consuming.

If the interviews went well on Saturday and the four business students were hired, that would nearly finish our manpower needs – for a while at least – and take the load off the girls. They putting in a ton of hours for several weeks now and we all needed a break.

I was considering taking Monday off and spending the time in the office to help set up the office routine.

Edit by Alfmeister

There were no emergency e-mails or calls during the night. That was a welcome relief on the drive to the college. I drove around the college to check out the street by the construction entrance. There were signs posted to ‘Drive slow – loose gravel”. It was like driving down a well kept gravel lane, a little rough but level, and no pot holes.

The door to the office had hardly closed before both Shirley Short from HR and the head of IT came in. The IT guy said, “I don’t know what you said or did but there has been a mass deletion of files and folders last night and most of the morning.”

“Maybe I put the fear of God in them,” I said laughingly. “I still want you to pick up those computers on the list and check all of them.”

Shirley said, “So far your tactics have worked. I went to get coffee at the cafeteria this morning and she was sitting by herself for the first time in a while. So was Rodney Cotter on the other side of the cafeteria.”

“I am glad to hear that. All my girls are going to listen closely to the rumor mill for the next week or two, you do the same thing,” I said.

The town’s roads manager stopped by just before lunch, “The fix is holding up a lot better than I thought it would. What time are you planning to grade it every day?” he asked.

“The plans are to grade it at the end of each construction day. That way locals will have good road to come home to and leave in the morning on, and any time during the day if there is a problem,” I said. We talked in general conversation for another half hour.

Patti, the day guys and I were just getting ready to order lunch when all hell broke loose. There were multiple alarms from the cafeteria. All the day guys and I responded. We walked into the middle of a 10 person brawl. Rodney Cotter was being held by two guys and getting pounded by two more, Jordan Small was in the same predicament two tables away. It took ten minutes to get the situation under control even with the help of two coaches.

Rodney and Jordan were both going to need medical attention and I was going to have one bruised hand. Luckily among us we had enough hand and flex cuffs to restrain all of them.

I took Rodney and Jordan off to the side, “I guess we know who the other person that was posting pictures is now, don’t we? How bad are you? If we take you to the hospital there are going to be police reports and an official investigation. I really don’t think either of you want that. At least they were smart enough not to mess up your faces. I think you should spend some time at the nurse’s station before you make that decision,” I said.

Bob Jackson, who had been standing behind me, spoke up, “I think BJ is right. It’s time to find out if you are men or still boys.”

“I want them separated and no talking while they are over there,” I said.

Bob replied, “I will carry them over there and then bring them to you after they are finished.”

I looked around for Corry. There was a group of girls in the far corner. I was pretty sure she was there. As I made my way to her the group opened up to allow me to get to her. She had one hand print on the side of her face that was going to be a bruise in a few days.

“Who hit you?” I asked. She started to say, “No one,” but was interrupted by one of the girls.

“Roseanne Bates, her boyfriend got the BJ that she would not give him and now he told her to fuck off. She is a tease anyhow, a real pillow princess. She wants to get guys all worked up then turn them down cold. Just serves the bitch right that she got dumped,” a brunette said.

I asked Corry if she was alright.

“It stings a little but I am OK,” she said.

I spent the rest of the afternoon doing interrogations. I made out the reports and sent all of it to HR. It was their problem. For the eight guys it was a matter of the pictures being posted that had them all upset, of course pissed off girlfriends did not help anything. The brawl was as much to restore their standing as ‘macho’ with the girls.

Jordan Small was another matter. He and his computer got the same treatment as Rodney. He deleted all the pictures he had posted. His computer got cleaned and he joined the ankle bracelet crowd for awhile.

Roseanne Bates on the other hand was going to get a wakeup call. The video showed that she simply walked up from behind and just plain bitch-slapped Corry. Corry did not know it was even coming. I would have been more forgiving if there had been a face to face confrontation but that was plain outright assault.

I called Jenny just to make sure that I was on the right thought process. Then I called Bob Jackson to come to my office to review the video clip and have a discussion. I ran the video from the beginning of the fight to a minute after Roseanne put Corry on the floor and walked away without saying a word. Sarah had finished her classes for the day and was in the cubicle that we let her have in the office. I asked her who Roseanne’s boyfriend was at the time. He was not one of the eight from the fight.

Since Sarah as the student union rep was going to be with Roseanne when we confronted her I ran the video a couple of times for her to see. The only thing she said was, “That was not a smart move on her part.”

I sent an available security guard to escort her to the office at the finish of her class. We had about a ten minute wait.

Roseanne was feisty and mouthy to match her red hair as soon as she walked in the door; that made me want to trim her sails and defuse her attitude. I escorted her into the back office where Bob, Sarah and now Shirley were waiting. Her attitude did not improve any.

I moved behind her and instructed her to put her bag and books on the desk. As soon as her hand came back to her side I snapped the handcuff on it and pulled her other one behind her back to complete the task.

“What is this for?” she asked.

“It is for your own protection. It keeps you from doing something stupid and me from responding with excessive force,” I said.

“There are several complaints that at noon you committed 1st degree assault. After further investigation we found several witnesses that verified those complaints along with security video showing the incident,” I said.

I played the video several times and even in slow motion. “The problem here is that there is no verbal confrontation, no spitting, no reason given to defend your honor. In fact Corry didn’t even know anything like that hit was going to happen. You simply crept up behind her and hit her, knocking her off her feet. That is the clincher that makes it first degree and jail time,” I said.

“That whoring bitch forced my boyfriend to let her do a blow job on him,” she said.

“That is an interesting statement. Your boyfriend is 6-2 and 220 pounds and Corry is 5-3 and 130 pounds. I don’t see her forcing him to do much of anything,” I said.

“Well she did. He didn’t want any part of it. She kept pulling at him and tugging at his pants and cock. He finally gave in so there would be no scene,” she said.

“I see, your boy friend is Billy St. James, hold on just a minute,” I said.

I went to my folder that I had printed off and pulled the one of Billy and Corry’s blow job. A piece of that clip was one of those posted. I had copied the video from the time of approach to the both of them walking away in different directions.

I played the clip from the beginning. Corry was sitting on one of the benches smoking a cigarette and had stood to leave when Billy walked up to her. There were words exchanged. Corry shook her head as if to say no and again started to turn away. Billy pulled her back around. More words were exchanged and Billy put his hands on her shoulders and she went to her knees without a whole lot of resistance.

Billy unzipped his jeans and pulled his semi-erect longer than average cock out. When Corry made no attempt to start Billy held his cock up with one hand and with the other hand on her head pulled her lips against his cock. Corry opened her mouth and began sucking on the cock. After a minute Billy was fully hard and too long for Corry. Billy put both hands on her head and began to aggressively face-fuck her. Corry was doing her best to keep him from going too deep. That lasted about 30 seconds when he pulled her hard against him and held her there, obviously cuming. A few seconds later he pulled his cock out of her mouth and she gagged onto the concrete. Billy wiped his cock on the side of her face before stuffing his cock back in his pants and walking away. Corry, still on her knees, pulled some tissues from her pocket and dried her face and lips before picking up her bag and walked away in the opposite direction towards her dorm.

“That lying son of a bitch,” Roseanne said.

“That brings us back to 1st degree assault. The police will allow you to call a lawyer after they book you, take your DNA and perform a body cavity search.” I said as I stood up. “Unless someone has a workable solution I think we are done here, we need to make the call.”

Shirley said, “We will have to suspend you, Roseanne.”

Reality was beginning to hit home. Roseanne started to cry.

Sarah said, “If I can get Corry to accept a public apology in the cafeteria with the people that were there minus the fighters and probation with an ankle monitor would that satisfy the college?” she asked Bob and Shirley. Then she asked Roseanne, “Will you do that to make this go away?” Roseanne nodded agreement.

Bob replied, “Then it is up to Corry. Can you find her, Sarah?”

Ten minutes later Corry was in the private room with Sarah. They talked 10 minutes. At times Corry was shaking her head no. Then the mood seemed to change and I could tell from the smiles that they were just making small talk, keeping Roseanne on the hot seat. Sarah finally came out and said, “Corry would rather bitch-slap her to make them even but will go with the agreement. Tomorrow at noon in the cafeteria will do.”

Corry watched through the glass as Roseanne’s handcuffs were removed and an ankle monitor was installed. Then she quietly turned and walked out the door.

The ride home was quiet. I said to Sarah, “You done good girl. That was the solution that was needed but it had to come from someone other than me.”

Edit by Alfmeister

We decided to order subs and have supper as part of our nightly business meeting. Lorrie took an order for all the employees working in the gym. One of the cabinets in the storeroom had already become a can goods store and we had every kind of disposable eating ware you could get. We made a large steaming bowl of tomato soup to go with the subs.

Bob from Bob’s Construction wanted to have a walk-through and he was coming tonight. I took that to mean the construction was nearly complete. There had been a fresh paint smell nearly every night this week.

The gym was full of ladies working out after their day job as usual. There were now men waiting in the lobby along with women for the tanning booths. The lobby was filled to standing. Every time Wendy came out wearing her thong swimsuit to get another customer for a tan, a collective groan was heard in the lobby. Wendy’s helper for the night was Misty, she had recovered from her ordeal enough that she was comfortable wearing a bikini again.

Now that the sink had been installed in the aid station and privacy curtains in the massage room Amy had started performing Brazilian waxes, doing three the very first day. They were by appointment after the first day. Amy was staying busy now with the massages, waxes and trims.

Bob arrived and the six of us followed him up the stairs. I liked the lighting for the stairs, there was plenty of it. The public bathroom on the landing at the top stairs was larger than I had thought it would be and well lit.

The door into the offices was a heavy-duty metal door and had security glass with the wire in it. The door was card access. The office looked huge with no furniture. There was a row of post to help keep the wide ceiling spans from sagging. Those posts supported a steel beam that ran the entire length of the office. The steel beam was completely covered in red oak with a natural varnish. I loved it, it was beautiful. I wondered where he had found that high quality oak on the shore.

Centered under the beam waist high was a 3 foot wide counter almost 20 feet long that separated the office in half. File cabinets were to be under the counter. To the left was the door to the private bathroom. It was over the lower landing of the steps. To the left in the corner was the first big office, it was larger than the other three. The access to the servers and phone communications room was through a door in that office for security reasons. The rest of the offices were to the right of the larger one.

The big flat screens that would display the entire data loop for the car rentals were sitting on the floor below where they were to be mounted high up on the wall. That whole wall was to be cubicles for employees. The openings to the cubicles were towards the long counter.

At the opposite end from the private offices was the big double doors that opened into the gym so a forklift could be used to put large office equipment up there without lugging it up the stairs. It had a double locking system to prevent accidental opening. To the right of the doors was a little kitchen nook. It had a small refrigerator, microwave, small double sink and counter. Jeanna’s big dining room table that she did not want was already sitting near the long counter and entrance door to be used for meetings or eating. There was a large pull-down screen at the wall with one of those fancy ceiling mounted projectors pointed at it.

The floor was covered in a nice commercial carpet. I was impressed. Marcy had done a wonderful job again in getting the office laid out. Marcy had brought with her the office supply catalog that she had used as a guide for the cubicles. Bob measured them out and marked them on the print. Salisbury Office Supply had them in stock and was bringing them tomorrow; they were going to assemble them in place along with top quality office chairs.

Bob began going through his list. “The night crews are going to hang the flat screens, and use the forklift to set the big copier in and also all the horizontal file cabinets that went under the counter. They would also set the file cabinets for the private offices in place.”

He had worked with the computer people today. “The servers were all in place and all the computer outlets had been checked and all were connected to the servers. The servers were on and running going through a burn-in and self checks. They were to be left on from now on. The battery backup was to be installed and certified tomorrow. The night crew was going to open the pallet of desktop computers and printers and put them on the counter. The computer people would hook them up tomorrow and test all of the equipment in place tomorrow afternoon after all the furniture was assembled including the phone system. Each of the offices had six electrical and computer outlets in the floor as well as around the wall so there would be no cords across the floor,” he said.

And then Bob continued, “Verizon’s fiber group was to be here tomorrow morning to connect the fiber optic cable up the to the distribution center and activate it. The cable was installed today using one of the spare conduits from the road. They are also going to activate the rest of the phone lines you had requested so they could be tested by the communications group while they are here,”

“I have had three 4 man crews plus two foremen along with a three man electrical crew. I could not believe how much wire they pulled into this addition. On top of this room is a two foot cable run that is better than half full. If you notice there are even electrical and computer outlets on the post incase you wanted terminals on there. Tomorrow we should have everything completed unless there are problems, all my people will be here to help and finish up all the odds and ends. I appreciate, and I know my men do as well, the work. With the weather and the permit problems they would not have had any paychecks these two weeks. All the materials are going to be at cost, you will get the invoices,” he said. “The next two weeks is a different story with more bad weather coming and no indoor work.”

“If that is everything I am going to leave. Anything you find that needs doing just leave a list with Marcy,” he said.

“Now it is my turn,” Marcy said, “The computer program distributor for the rental agency will be here Friday morning to install the program. They are staying over night at the motel and will train us Friday night and finish on Saturday morning.”

“I want to offer Abby, Kirstin and Courtney part-time jobs in the gym as trainers; we are at the limit of what we can do ourselves. I want to offer the North six part-time jobs on Saturdays only to do clean up. We need to do a better job at keeping the gym clean. I think the gym equipment needs a through cleaning and wipe down with a disinfectant at least once a week as well as everything else,” she said.

Then she continued, “I talked with my professor today. Of the four people in my class that are very good two of them have not taken any job offers and are still looking. There are two in his accounting class that are very good that have not had any offers that they liked and are still looking. I want us to interview all four of them.

I am going to send four generic applications with Patti tomorrow and the professor is going to pick them up and give them to the four of them. He wants to see our business first hand. He doesn’t know completely about the car rental business, he only knows that we are expanding. He is going to have them fill them out as a class assignment, and then bring them here Saturday afternoon. He wants to sit in on the interviews and review my work. I know it’s going to be an inconvenience. If he signs off I am done with the college except for graduation. I hope everything works with no bugs. It would be nice if we all were in business attire.”

Marcy said, “Let’s finalize the office layout so I can get the furniture delivered tomorrow. BJ’s office is the big one in the corner”

“Whoa, the big office is yours. You are going to be running this business empire and are going to need the room and you deserve the big office. I might suggest that you also put Jenny’s desk in there. Most of the things you do are going to do require a legal opinion.

I would suggest that Vicky and Ching Lee share an office. Public relations and advertising go hand in hand so they will spend almost all their time together.

Give Lorrie the office between the two, as corporate secretary she will be working with both. Leave the fourth office open for the time being. We can use it as a private meeting room. There are going to be a lot of meetings for a while. We are going to have nine cubicles. I will take the one closest to the offices to keep a watchful eye on the employees,’ I said.

“They have all the furniture in stock and will deliver it tomorrow and set it in place before they put up the cubicles,” Marcy said.

We gave Marcy the go ahead to offer Abby, Kirstin and Courtney part-time jobs as trainers and the North Side six a paid Saturday job as clean-up crew. She was going to approach them tomorrow with applications.

The rest of the evening went smooth. The assessments went smooth. Kirstin did the check-in and physicals, as I made them sweat. They went home with a work-out program here at the gym they could work into their personal schedules.

The North six and Joey were in the classroom with Lisa while I finished the assessments.

Tomorrow, Thursday night, Jenny and I were going to start with trying to create a little miracle. We were going to leave the gym early and go through the process. I would come back to the gym and she would stay in bed, legs crossed and a pillow under her butt for a while. Saturday was the best day in her cycle and that was our regular night to be together all night. Tonight I was with Ching Lee and that was always a session.

Edit be Alfmeister

Patti and I spent the next hour going through the camera data stored since college restarted on the third with poor luck finding video of Corrine or Corry as she liked to be called. I had Patti search all her Face Book, My Space and all the other social media that were approved on campus.

I called the IT department and asked them to pull everything they could relate to her internet account, email accounts and the college laptop she had.

I finally violated all my self-imposed rules and searched by the transmitter number in her ID. I started with her first day back then narrowed the search to when there was another ID within a few feet of her. Bingo, there were plenty of records of where she wasn’t careful of when she got the next cock.

As I looked at the clips it easy to see that she was amateurish the first few days but greatly improved in the last few, at least with average or below average cocks. All of the larger cocks gave her trouble. In the outdoor shots there were a couple that she lost her lunch on. They were even more troublesome than the rest. I saved each onto a CD. I backed out the camera and looked for anyone that might be filming or taking pictures. I also looked for any change of money or drugs and saw none. I printed a picture with the camera out far enough to show where they were at and a close up to be able to identify both participants. I wrote both names and ID numbers on each photo. I printed out several more frames of the ones where she threw up so I could have a more serious discussion about them.

In two different clips there were the same students taking pictures of the action with a cell phone. I pulled the ID numbers, saved the clip to a different CD and printed the picture blowing it up enough to clearly indentify the person and that went into a separate file folder. I sent a text to IT requesting the same information on the student taking the pictures.

I had 100 pictures that were taken up until 9 AM this morning of sex acts in public, even without including the number of times there were obvious couplings in several dorm rooms. The hall cameras showed that there were just 2 people at the time and not gang bangs.

There was nothing in her social media postings that indicated any kind of a problem. Patti went as far back as Thanksgiving.

I called Dr. Moore and explained everything, the social media accounts, and the frequency of copulation in such a short time. I added that she had been on time to all her classes and all her assignments were up to date.

She replied, “Well, unless there is something obvious when you talk to her we may never know. She is a senior and this is the last semester. She may have decided now is the time to break free and party before she has to meet the real world. She may have just experienced sex for the first time, liked it and wants to make up for lost time. Be careful how you address it, please keep me informed. If you want me, call me.”

I had gone as far as I could go until IT completed their search.

I called Robert Bradberry for an update on my request on the equipment list and a price. He said, “The list is complete, we are finishing up the pricing and installation cost. This is a completely new system with a new concept at security surveillance. It has easier installation, it has everything the system you have there and can do so much more. We will have the complete package ready to give you a presentation at the end of next week. It is engineered specifically to Frost Borough as you requested.”

“That is not going to give us much time to get all the financing options explored,” I said.

“When you see the system and what it can do, you will not believe how cost effective it will be. We will demonstrate it to you and then return to do a demonstration with your potential customer when you meet with them,” he said. “Give me a date and a place where we can do the demonstration.”

“1001 Summers Road, Stevensville on Kent Island next Friday 4 PM,” I said.

“We will have everything ready and will be there. We will confirm the day before,” he said.

I had just finished up with the call when in walked Mr. Nobles, chancellor of the college accompanied by Mr. Jenkins, chairman of the board. They had a copy of the email I had sent to the board.

“This looks good and this fits all the needs. Can you really make this happen? These are some of the best donors we have had at the college in years,” Mr. Nobles said. “We want them handled correctly.”

“Yes, it will be no problem. All I need is to know of any special needs or requests that the donor needs or likes. I will have a list of accommodations that you can send them to choose from and I can take it from there. If they are flying in on a private jet the Island Airport is the most convenient place or if the aircraft is too large Easton Municipal will work. I can get corporate rates for you with the hotels, car rentals and the aircraft through the gym,” I said.
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“Are you sure this will not give them the wrong impression about how their money is being spent?” I asked.

“We can cover that by saying those things were furnished as parts of gifts and grants from other donors for college use,” He said.

At 1:30 the IT guy came in with his reports. “Corry’s is clean, the Yahoo account is clean, the pics are general stuff and no porn, no access to any porn sites and the emails are of general things, nothing like what you were looking for. There is no sign of any trojan program or hidden files,” he said.

“Rodney Cotter is another thing completely. What you were looking for is there. He has several hundred pictures there in 4 folders, all of them sent from his cell phone. There are several porn sites he was posting them to and a couple of tumbler porn sites. There are also girls other than Corry. I loaded them on the CD for you to look at,” he said as he handed me the CD.

“I am going to send someone to get the both of them. If I relieve them of their phones and laptops how long will it take to go through them?” I asked.

“Pulling the SIM card and reading it, scanning the laptop on both with what I already, have 15 or 20 minutes tops,” he said.

“That will be long enough to let them sit and worry about what is happening. Copy Rodney’s SIM card, send me the pics as soon as you have them, then wipe all the questionable photos off of it. Do the same on his laptop, then do the same to Corry’s. If you hang around 10 minutes I will have them here,” I said.

“Sure, this is the only place that there is good coffee on this campus,” he said.

I sent two security officers to get Rodney and Corry and sent a text to Sarah. As the student rep she needed to be here if they requested her presence.

I called Mrs. Short at HR and described her what I had found then asked the question, “Do you want me to scare the bloody hell out them and give them one last chance or are you going to send them down the road? With them having two semesters left it would be a shame not to give them another chance. I think I can do a good scare job.”

“Bob says to scare them but this is the last time,” she said.

I asked if she wanted to sit in. “Hell no, I don’t think I could hold a straight face,” she replied.

I took two envelopes and folded several sheets of paper in them and wrote Rodney on one and Corry on the other. Then I handed them to Patti and told her exactly what I wanted her to say. She was to interrupt each interview as she handed me them back. I asked her to get me a pillow case and a couple bars of soap ASAP and bring them to me.

Both students arrived with their escort. I asked each for the college computer and their cell phone. They both saw me hand them to the IT guy. I put each of them in a separate room to wait.

Sarah came in and asked what was happening. I gave her a brief overview but not everything. She had been in the other two interviews with Corry. She simply said, “Oh no.”

The Tech guy came back in and said as he handed me the phones and computers, “Nothing different than we already knew. I did as you asked and everything is working, I will send you the copy of the SIM files,” he said. Then he added “Good luck.”

I told Sarah to go get Corry and bring her back to the interrogation room as it had come to be known. I carried the folder with all the pictures and the DVD and followed them in. I set up the camera while I was watched closely and hit record.

“Corry, we have a problem,” I said as I opened the folder and started flipping the pictures into a pile one at a time in front of her. As the pile grew she looked sadder with each one. “And some of these have been posted on the internet. Once they are posted they grow a life of their own and are almost impossible to stop.”

“OH NO, who did that? I didn’t let anyone take pictures. One of my friends said something this morning about pictures but I didn’t understand,” she said.

“What has happened to you? You were not like this when you went home for the holidays. What is wrong? You have to stop. You are ruining your reputation, the pictures on the net may come back to haunt you at the worst possible time in your life, let alone the STD problem in this day and time. This is not a good path you are headed down. You have good grades. You have a bright future ahead of you, this can kill it in the blink of an eye,” I said.

She looked at me and said, “I went to a party with some friends and met a guy I dated off and on in high school. We had a couple of beers and one thing led to another and we had sex. I wasn’t a virgin but I haven’t done it very often. It was the best ever and now I can’t get enough. I know it has gotten out of hand. I promise I will stop.”

“Didn’t you promise HR that twice?” I asked.

“They didn’t tell me there were any pictures or anything about them being posted to the net, they acted like it was just a rumor,” she said.

Patti came in, put the envelope on the desk, handed me a shopping bag and said, “Those are her tickets if you need them. HR said if you cannot get an agreement today that she will be expelled today. Call them and they will send someone to pack her things,” then Patti left.

She was ready to cry, eyes all puffed, “What do I have to do, I will do anything, please what?”

“The camera is recording what we are saying. You have to stop all public sex acts, all of them. If you get caught doing just one then you are history. You will be taken to have an STD test for your own piece of mind. You will not allow anyone to take any explicit pictures of you at any time. You are on probation. Do you understand?” I said. “If you do, repeat what I just said looking at the camera.”

She repeated what I had said word for word then added, “I promise.”

I turned the camera off and said there a couple more things we were going to talk about off the record. I flipped the folder to the pictures of her gagging and up-chucking with the guys hands on her head.

“This is very dangerous. There are guys out there that are out of control and get their kicks from women gagging on their cock. If he had held you there or worse yet pulled you on all the way it could have been bad. With your throat blocked with his cock the vomit would be forced into your lungs, if he didn’t recognize you were in trouble or cuming or didn’t care. That creates a serious health problem. You do not do that with a cock that size with someone you do not fully trust. And you build that trust over time and not in spur of the moment.”

“No one is telling you sex is bad, just don’t do it public. Find yourself a boyfriend, just one, not the whole campus. Use your dorm room unless your roommate objects. Take your time. Sex is so much more fun that way, there is so much more you can learn and experiment with that will let you have the most mind blowing orgasms possible. Until you build trust do not let him control the oral. Take his hands in yours and hold them to his sides and you control the motion.”

“The next thing I am worried about is a blanket party.” Corry and Sarah both looked at me like I was crazy.

“What the heck is a blanket party?” Sarah asked.

I patted the folder with the hundred pictures and said, “This is 50 guys, somewhere there are 50 girlfriends or want-to-be girlfriends and that doesn’t include the guys I do not know about. Those guys are tarnished right now and those girls are not happy. If you haven’t seen it yet you will in the next few days,” I said.

While I was talking I opened the two bars of soap and put them in the pillowcase, and placed a cardboard box that had been on the floor onto the seat an empty chair.

“A blanket party is when some of this group gets together to send you a message and teach you a lesson. They catch you or force you someplace alone, push you on the floor, and cover you with a blanket. They stand on or hold the blanket so you can’t get up or see who they all are. Then they all take a turn as insurance that there is no one to say ‘I was not involved’ if it goes sideways.” I said.

I stood up and beat the crap out of the card box with the soap bars in the pillow case. There were people looking through the glass door to see what the hell was going on.

“It’s bad enough if they stick to the body but in the end they start hitting the head. You end up with nose, cheek bones, maybe jaw bones broken and most of your teeth gone if you are face up. If you are face down the back of the skull is soft; you end up a vegetable or dead,” I said as I tossed the pillowcase to Corry.

“The only way I can see to keep you safe is to make you too hot to handle for a few weeks. It will be hard on you but I think it is the best way.”

“What do you mean too hot to handle?” Corry asked.

“Everyone is going to know you are on probation until the investigation is complete. I will put an ankle bracelet on you to track you. It will give the appearance that you are in really hot water and being closely monitored. You can put the word out to your close friends that we are aggressively looking for the persons that posted the pictures, checking all telephone and computer traffic. That should keep them at bay; they will figure your goose is cooked. You just wait it out and in the process allow them to cool off,” I said.

I had several ankle bracelets that came with the security equipment and at the time I wondered what the heck I would ever use them for. I doubted they would even work as they had been in the file cabinet for a long time. To my surprise they keyed right up. I installed it on her ankle with the special key.

“Corry, if anyone bothers you or threatens you in any way we want to know immediately and if you feel foul play is about to happen pull one of the emergency handles. Please don’t wait until you are in a position that you can’t get to one. Do not allow yourself to be a punching bag, after the first hit you are free to defend yourself. If you don’t know how or want a refresher I can make it happen,” I said.

I had one of the security officers take her back to her dorm. This had turned into one long freaking day, and it wasn’t anywhere near over yet. I sent Sarah to go bring Rodney in. As soon as Rodney sat down I turned on the video recorder. I asked for his ID card. I then read through the list of the violations that HR had sent me. They included production of pornography on college grounds, use of college electronic equipment to transmit porn, distribution of porn to other students. There were many others on the list HR had sent over, but I was going to make him squirm with these.

Patti came in and laid the envelope on the desk and said, “HR sent these tickets over to send him home if he does not agree to the terms they discussed with you. He will be expelled today. They will send someone to help pack up his personal things.”

“Two semesters left and you are about to get yourself kicked out, how freaking smart is that?” I asked. “How in this day and age did you ever think you would get away with it?”

“I was not thinking that was a problem. I got carried away in what they were doing and wanted to share. What do I have to do to stay and not be expelled?” Rodney asked.

I slid a legal pad over to him, “List every person and place you sent those video clips and pictures to. List every web site that you up-loaded them to. You will be placed on probation pending completion of this investigation and you must fully cooperate in the investigation.”

Patti paged and said, “HR is on hold for you on line 2.”

I took the call in the other office; Shirley wanted to know if I was making any headway?

“You should be here to see them squirm. I am sure the rumor mill will be going full steam in an hour or two. Keep me informed on how big it gets.”

When I had finished Rodney had as well. I handed him his computer and told him to delete every one of the videos and pictures he had posted on every site. IT had installed a key logger so that they could follow up on them the next day. They were also going to check the computers on his list tomorrow and I was going to interrogate each student that he had sent them to. I installed another monitoring device on his ankle just to rattle the student body.

It was time to go home and I was glad of it. I did instruct the night crew to pay close attention to Corry and anyone around her. I also set an alarm. If she was in a group of more than 2 students someone was to go check it out immediately.

Sarah, Patti and I had an interesting conversation on the way home. Sarah asked if I thought Corry would be safe. “I think we did all we could do short of bringing her home with us. The very last thing we need in the mix is a cock hound on the hunt 24/7,” I replied.

I did ask Sarah to keep me informed of the rumor mill for the next couple of days and I was going to ask the same thing of my girls still going to the college as soon as I got them all together. Oh, how I wished the evening were over but it had not even started yet.

Edit by Alfmeister

I had planned on sleeping in and go to the college at noon but I had been getting emails from Patti all day yesterday. I was showered, dressed and in the kitchen at 5:30 setting up breakfast this morning for the brood. Toast, topped with the apple or grape jelly, fruit, several kinds of cereal, orange juice, coffee, hot chocolate or milk was the menu for today.

Jeanna came down to have breakfast with us. The G5 was going to carry her to a meeting in Nebraska and then stop at the banks corporate HQ for another meeting. Her two secretaries were coming back and moving into her house today. She was going to be splitting up her nights between there and here. Marcy had reserved two master rooms at the Holiday East chain just in case they did not want to stay at the house. There were two new GMC Terrains at the island airport rental agency for the secretaries to use. Marcy had made up two guest ID’S for the gym good for two weeks and a brochure with everything available at the gym.

Ching Lee filled us in over breakfast on the progress of an area guide she was working on. We could pass it out to customers that were coming to the gym from out of town, the car rental business, or for the extended meetings and extended training programs we were going to have. She had been going to all the businesses we were going have listed in the brochure to have them sign a permission form for us to use their name and/or business logo.

Patti drove to the College; she had listened to the details of the horrid driving conditions from PA last night and was going to give me a break. I worked on the smarter than smart phone as we went.

We were having problems with the contractor at the college again. First thing yesterday morning one of their trucks carrying over-length materials took out two cars parked on the street.

Then in the afternoon the street by the construction entrance started breaking up from all the truck traffic. We had had a month of wet as hell weather, followed by heavy freezes and thaws. In the middle of that cycle came snow. The town’s solution to the snow was heavy applications of rock salt. That much salt simply damaged the road and the freezing and thawing softened up the base under the blacktop. The result was the black top was destroyed.

The town was demanding immediate repairs. It was in the permitting with the town that we were responsible for road damage. It was the middle of January, the blacktop plants were closed and would not reopen until the end of March and until the base firmed up there were no permanent remedies according to an e-mail from Richard Bozman, our construction auditor.

His suggestion was to run a grader with a belly ripper and simply destroy all the remaining blacktop, breaking it into smaller chunks to fill the potholes. It was heaved, pushed, and buckled the entire length and width of the road anyhow. Part two of the temporary fix was then to dump recycled concrete on top of that and grade it every day to eliminate new potholes and any sags that developed until the plants opened and the base firmed up. More concrete could be added as needed. Once construction of the dorms was completed then we could repave the road. His fix sounded perfect to me and that was the one I was going to push.

If the dorm builder had to rent one of those things we would pay three times the price as an add-on item. All the contractors in the area that had a grader were closed for the winter. The only thing they were doing was plowing snow as an on-call from the state and county at double and triple time rates. I was simply going to suggest the college rent one and I would grade the road myself at the end of each day. I had transported and loaded and unloaded hundreds of them in the sandbox. I was willing to bet that Richard could run one as well or even one of the maintenance guys would be proficient enough in a couple of days with OJT to handle it.

I would have our security department close the road while the operation was going on each day. The meeting was at 8 sharp and I was ready for them.

Problem number two for the day was one of the returning girls from the fall semester had fallen off the wagon. She had come back as a full time slut and a voyeur or both. We were getting complaints from everywhere, internally and even some from outside the campus. HR had already had two conferences with her. She had been seen and was on security tapes having sex in just about every hallway, room and display on campus with dozens of different male students. Some videos were said to be showing up on the internet.

HR wanted me to make her life so miserable that she would quit and go home, just so they would not look like the bad guys. Personally I did not care how much sex she had or with whom as long as it was not in public. But I did wonder what had brought about the change. I also wondered if the shrinks Misty was still seeing could offer some insight. I would make that call after the first meeting was over.

The next problem that came in was an e-mail from the Board that starting in April and May all the big donors for the new dorm construction were going to be coming in to see their bronze name plates put in the dorm building exterior walls or the honor wall on the side of the admin building. Security was charged with picking them up at BWI or Philly International then getting them to the college, motels and back. This was going to be a logistical nightmare.

I had a brain storm: have all of them fly into BWI and have one of Jeanna’s King air’s pick them up at the general aviation passenger loading area. The flight from BWI to Kent Island was 15 minutes versus an hour in a car in rush hour and if was in May on a Friday the trip could be two hours. We could have any kind of car from the Mid Atlantic list from an economy box to a Benz if they wanted to cough up the cash at the island airport. There were two high end hotels and several budget ones on the island. I could get corporate room rates from two of them and on the flight and car rentals for whom ever was paying the bill. There were all kinds of steak and seafood restaurants on the island and even more fancy ones in Annapolis if needed. If they were the kind of people that just had to have a chauffeur I was sure I could find a girl or guy in a black suit and tie for the job if necessary. I put it in an e-mail and sent it to Patti and the board.

The next problem was one of my own. We just a little over three weeks from meeting with the Board from Frost Borough and I still did not have the meeting set with the equipment salesman. Today he would be called and I would yank on his chain.

Tonight I had four more assessments to do and I wanted a full update on the construction of the offices at the planning meeting. They were now 11 days into the construction.

By the time I had finished my mental to-do list Patti was backing in to our parking spot. We were 15 minutes early but the office had several people in it already. Richard Bozman and the night duty clerk were at the counter along with Bob Jenkins from the board of directors.

We had a short discussion about the road and the terms of the permits. There was agreement that either way we were left holding the bag on the road repairs. Bob confirmed my suspicions that the language in the permits was the only way the town would approve the project. I questioned why that language was not carried over to the building contract if it was unusual in the permits. Bob simply replied, “Just another slip up by the engineering firm that we eat.”

The town roads department had already been directed into the meeting room along with the dorm building contractor and was enjoying the free coffee and donuts when we sat down. Ken Smith from Building Services also joined us for the meeting.

The town started the meeting by explaining the condition and damage to the road. They also had a copy of the permits that required us to repair any road damage to pre-construction standards.

Richard explained the type of temporary repairs we would do and the nightly grading if necessary and that we would put down a new layer of blacktop for that entire section of street when both dorms were completed. He promised that the temporary repairs would begin today.

The town debated the temporary repairs, gave their approval and then left. The contractor started his conversation with how much the extra for the road repair was going to cost. Richard told him that a separate bid proposal would be needed for additional work on that scale and that the maintenance and grounds department would handle the temporary repairs. The contractor and his group quietly left.

Richard said, “I called about a rental grader yesterday and made a couple of other call. Cat Rentals in Wilmington can deliver a small grader that will do the job by noon and a 5 ton roller to pack the roadway. Samson Stone Company will deliver all the needed recycled concrete starting at one. I have a retired grader operator that can also be here to run the grader at noon when it arrives. Samson will dump two loads of materials in the maintenance area to resupply the grading needs. I believe Ken’s group has a skid steer and a dump trailer that can be used to move the material to the roadway as needed. The rental on those two machines is by the hour so we will only pay for actual use and not availability. I can start the process if you like.” Bob signed off and issued the necessary PO. End of one problem now on to the next one.

Edit by Alfmeister

The next days were busy. New Years Day came and went in a blur. The gym was busy, but the tanning booths even busier. First it was the gift coupons and then the weather turned evil and nasty. There was cold, wind, snow and blowing snow. That started the exodus of those that could afford the immediate vacations to southern Florida, the Gulf and the islands.

Of course no one wanted to go looking pale. When the word spread that men could get a tan here as well and that the girls running the tanning booth were wearing thongs, we had to open the tanning booths at 7 and most nights there were people waiting at 9.

With men now waiting in the lobby we decided to install a public bathroom at the top of the stairs with the new construction. Women could still use the ones in the gym if it were occupied, plus there would be a private one in the new offices.

Amy was licensed and had been trained to do Brazilian wax at the last salon she had worked at and even had the equipment. She was fine with including the trim or shave for men. She got a little red but said, “It won’t be the first one I have done, but you have to be really careful when waxing the balls. The skin is real tender there.”

We had to acquire another license and have a county health inspector come check things out. Of course to do that in the aid station we had to have a sink in there. Getting water to it was no problem with a bathroom going in at the top of the stairs. Getting the dirty water away from the sink was the problem. That required an under the sink small wastewater tank with a pump and a check valve. It pumped the water into the upstairs sewer line for the bathroom.

A sign was to be posted that bikini area maintenance was now available for both male and female. That signup sheet was kept at the customer counter. We also posted it in the news letter. I figured that between the massages and the waxing Amy might have a little better income.

We had meetings every night. We started calling them planning meetings. When we started the gym we had divided up the responsibilities. That was even more important now.

The first two weeks of January was like a runaway freight train. Patti, Vicky, Lorrie, Ching Lee and I made the trip to the college every day. Patti and I were there all day. Vicky, Lorrie and Ching Lee were there for two classes in the morning. They were back at the gym at noon to help.

Jenny was putting in long days in court. The criminals in the trials that were scheduled went for the jury instead of the plea bargain. Jenny had no mercy and went for the max on them. She got one guilty verdict after another.

Bob was right on time and schedule even with the extra bathroom and the sink in the aid room thrown in. On the night of January 2 most of the plywood flooring was done. Every night there was clear progress being made on the second floor. The walls were up along with the stairs and the hallway wall to hide the stairs from the gym was framed and covered and had temporary lighting installed. I knew there were things going on that I could not see from the floor level. But as in the initial construction of the gym I left Marcy in charge and stayed out of it unless I was asked a specific question.

On the 7th Jenny wanted to work through the routine we were going to use at PSU in a few days. It had been almost two months since we had practiced the complete routine. She felt a run through was in order and so did I. Lorrie was also do a run through of her fight.

We got the North Girls working on their routine. The ones that were in school had already spent an hour and a half with Lisa and their school work. The ones that were out of school worked on some things they needed improvement on to get into community college next fall. Lisa had some pre-college test she gave them to find any weakness that needed work.

Every three days they did personal hygiene, they didn’t need to be told twice any more. They were all smiles and relaxed when they were back in the gym and in the waiting position.

Abby James the EMT had picked up the pace and was working out aggressively since Christmas. I asked her if she would work through the upper body routine with them that night. I gave her a quickie course on the proper way to handle slaves although she admitted to watching carefully how they were handled.

Abby was one of the girls we were discretely looking at to offer a part-time instructors job in gym. She had rhythms and routines down to a science. She had lost weight as well as bulked up in the right places to be called fit. Jenny and I both thought she would be a good candidate to give advanced training to. There were several others we were watching too.

Courtney was still assigned to undercover at the gym which surprised me to no end. I was sure after a meeting with the chief that would end. Maybe he felt we were lying to him or we were starting our own crime syndicate. Either way she was still here, still loosing weight and improving.

We had our nightly planning and update meeting. It was 9:30 when Jenny Lorrie and I started suiting up, including protective face masks and gloves. The North six had been dismissed but wanted to stay for a bit and watch. The rest of my mates were going to watch because someone was going to replace Jenny after this seminar. Shelia was staying too. It was almost 10 by the time we warmed up and did a simulated run through. Bob and his crew showed up at 10 but Marcy asked them to wait for a few minutes until we were finished. They waited and became spectators.

For the next 10 minutes Jenny and I tried to kill each other with feet, arms, fist, and legs. With the body armor padding we were in no danger or really hurting each other unless we fell wrong. Hits on the padding made it sound impressive. After a quick walk through with Lorrie they went through a live action demo.

On the 9th we prepacked the Suburban to go do the seminar at PSU University with Lorrie, Vicky, Jenny, Kate and myself. We took along with the two Homer dummies and the video and audio equipment that we needed.

Misty wanted to go along, “I am better now, my head is clearer. I want to hear the presentation again.” Against my better judgment I relented and allowed her to come. We would be packed like sardines, three to a seat. I felt like there was an underlying reason, maybe closure for her.

On the morning of the 10th we left at 4AM. The weather was just foul in places along the way. What should have been a four and a half hour trip took 6. It was a good thing we left early. PSU’s HR and student relations department was livid when they found out that no male students would be allowed in the seminar. They had been fighting over what they saw as a problem for two days.

They were still undecided and the entire HR department met us at the field house as we were working to get everything set up and checked out.

The head of the HR Department was George Watson. After he introduced his department of 12 people, 8 men and four women he opened the conversation with, “We are going to allow the entire student body to attend your presentation.”

“The material is gender specific to women only, very explicit. Several of the ladies are rape victims and are going to give testimony of their ordeal. They are not going to feel comfortable with men in the audience during their part of the program. If I need to refresh your memory about the contract I have a copy with me. The terms and details are explicit; there are to be no males present,” I said.

At that I called Bob Jenkins and asked for a conference call with Shirley Short. I relayed the current problem and after a brief conversation I put them on the speaker as I waved all the girls over. The HR people had a lively discussion to say the least. At the end no male students were allowed, but there was still one catch. Mr. Watson insisted that his group of HR people stay. They were going to have to answer to the male student body.

I took the girls aside and asked if they could do their part with the HR males in the front row. They were reluctant but agreed to continue on. The show was on.

Jenny and I left to get our padding on for our sequence. We had added a corny pair of glasses to Jenny’s outfit. By the time we finished the auditorium was filling. Jenny slipped behind the row of plants. Fifteen minutes later the auditorium was filled. In ten minutes we were to start.

The lights dimmed and I tapped on the mike I was wearing.

“Good afternoon, my Name is Roberta Jones and I am the Director of Safety and security at KCC in C-town Maryland. We are here to talk about a subject that is taboo. That subject is rape.

Communities, police departments, federal law enforcement and colleges do not want to talk about it because of the stigma that goes with it. It is one of the largest unreported type of crime there is. They all want it to quietly go away,” I said.

“Seven years ago in a friendly foreign country I was drugged and raped, including punch fisted.” I said. Kate ran the clip on the 30 foot big screen.

I went through all the statistics, State and Federal. While walking back and forth Jenny came from the behind the plants and we had our fight routine. After we had finished she crawled back into hiding.

“What you have just witnessed is what you can do with months of training. I know you do not have that kind of time so what we are going to do is to show you some basic things that you can do with a little practice,” I said. “You have to remember that rape is about power more than it is for sex. It is about showing you how much they have and how little you have. If you practice these few things the power will be in your favor.”

I went through the whole kick them in the nuts, then under the chin and throat when they bent over, put your fist in their Adams apple, and shove your fingers in their eyes. I demonstrated it on Homer, then had Vicky and Lorrie demonstrate the moves also. I chose several ladies from the audience and had them do the same thing.

Then a thought hit me, I had eight male volunteers that could give testimony since they had decided they had to stay and watch. I walked down the row of the HR people and picked a male in his mid-twenty’s; he had been looking at me since we had first been introduced. I leaned over and said, “Since we don’t have a draft you just volunteered; come on up.”

Once we were front and center I asked him, “If I kick you in the nuts so hard that it would take your dentist to check them for cancer, what is going to happen?”

“Mam, I knew I had seen you before and it just came to me. My unit was the one trapped in Camp Rogers. The Taliban were killing us like flies, we had given all hope of getting out alive and were down to quarter rations. Then all hell broke loose outside and someone shouted ‘The Marines are here’. We knew we were saved and the bodies of our friends would get home. The Marines leave no-one behind. You were a bigger than life Sergeant as you walked into that tunnel. We didn’t even know that you were a woman; you had so much gear and ammo on.

When you told the medic that was following you that you had been shot, then pulled all the gear off and had him stitch up the bullet holes in your arm – without pain meds and just gauze to bite on – you sent us all a message. Then when you told our wounded Captain you were taking over command and that the generals could argue about it at your court marshal we knew there you were a no-bull Sergeant. Your unit saved our lives. Did you know that the orders you gave and the rescue you orchestrated to get us out killed over 700 of the enemy?

I still talk every week to my buddies that were there and you still come up in the conversations. Now I can tell them I met you and you are still a take-no-BS leader. Can I get your address before you leave?

To answer your question, if you kick me there I am going down on my knees or worse and with a kick to the throat, mouth, nose or eyes I would be seriously injured, maybe even dead. But I would salute you on the way down.” he said.

“I was heartbroken when I walked into that tunnel and saw all the dead and wounded. I was determined that everyone was going to get out with us. Maybe we can get all your buddies together for a dinner on the shore. I would like to talk with them,” I said.

Then I used several members from the audience to demonstrate the problems with certain clothing, baggy versus tight, and belts. Jenny grabbed one of them and carried the girl behind the plants. I had to go rescue the girl to set up the final act of the program. I promised my assailant strange pussy. I had found out how Jenny was masking her voice to sound like a man. She had a little bottle of gas that actors used to change their voices for stage scenes. I also had the rescued girl take shots at Homer to vent her frustration.

We gave the demonstration on not turning your back to run. It is impossible to turn and run and also get away if the assailant is within arms reach.

Kate ran the video of the many ways assailants get date-rape drugs into girl’s drinks. We had a new piece of surveillance from a bar in DC of a bartender working with an accomplice to spike a girl’s drink. There were things to look for and things to avoid at all cost. Always carry your own opener, the kind that has a point to open cans. Always open your beer bottles yourself. The other end also serves as a nice defensive weapon. Kate ran the tape several times, even in slow motion. I finally had to point out just how slick the bartender was at getting the drugs into the drinks.

Lorrie described her ordeal and Kate showed the police car video along with the pictures of her bruised and tortured body and captured video of her torture and rape in progress. She held up the pliers that they used with the evidence tag still attached.

Vicky described her assault and the film of the kick in the nuts and how effective it was along with pictures of her bruised breast.

Then we showed the films of the last assault at the cross walk and how the girls subdued the assailants with the very actions we had described. Kick them in the nuts, then in the throat, poke them in the eyes. Kate turned the volume up so their screams were plainly heard.

Kate showed the films of the getaway van and the accident, also of me shooting the two guys and me getting shot. Lorrie pointed out the one who had tortured her.

We were to the end of the program so Jenny made her appearance wanting the promised pussy again. She went down the front row with the pretense of finding her candidate, even trying to get several to volunteer, when Lorrie volunteered. They went through their fight scene with Lorrie losing the fight as planned ending up in a choke hold.

While Jenny was doing the partial strip down of Lorrie I made the statement about 15% of all the victims knowing their assailant, it being a coworker, family member, ex-boyfriend, neighbor or someone they meet regularly in their daily routine. We have to remember that all things are not what they seem.

By now Lorrie’s hands were behind her back with a short piece of nylon rope lightly looped around her wrists, her men’s style flannel shirt unbuttoned. Her heavy coat that contained the body padding for the fight scene was lying on the floor. Jenny removed Lorrie’s shoes and added them to the pile. Then off came her pants to be added to the pile, and slowly Jenny slid her panties off her legs. She brought them to her hooded face to sniff them before putting them in her pocket. Jenny unhooked the front hook strapless bra and slid it off under the shirt to add it to the pile.

Jenny slipped off her own shoes, unbuckled her pants and stepped out of them. The lifelike dildo was hanging out from under the heavy coat she was wearing. I was standing between them and the wall looking out at the audience, close enough that my mike was picking up their breathing and the conversation they were going to have. Lorrie’s mike was in the pile on the floor and Jenny’s soon would be. The HR people were getting antsy, ready to leave their seats and intervene.

Jenny removed the corny glasses and then pulled the complete top of her outfit off to be standing there only in the strap-on. After the gasps from the audience settled down I said, “It is a mistake to stereotype men as the only rapist.”

Jenny and Lorrie had a small conversation about their fight sequence with Jenny admitting that she knew Lorrie was holding back and could have won the fight. I introduced all my people including Misty as a trainer in learning.

We opened the floor up for questions and had several dozen come down for one on one questions and to take turns with the Homer dummies. I also asked anyone that had been assaulted or aggressive unwanted advances to come; I wanted to talk to them.

I went to talk with the HR group about the seminar and I gave PFC Ken Baxter one of the college business cards with my personal cell number on the back. He thanked me repeatedly for the rescue. He asked if I was awarded any medals from my time in the Marines. “Three Hearts and three Stars” I replied. He gave me a very professional salute that I returned.

I asked Mr. Watson his opinion, “Some of the material was rank but boys better keep their hands where they belong. I would like to schedule a class as part of the new student orientation next fall.”

“We have a copyright on this program but are obligated to finish out all that were scheduled through the college by June. After that they will be part of out fitness center offerings. You need to call and schedule immediately with Marcy, we have 60 already scheduled for next year. I will tell her to expect your call,” I said as I gave him a gym business card.

After two hours of questions and advice we loaded the Suburban and headed home. It was a long ride. The driving conditions were so bad that I drove all the way back from PSU myself. It was a long tiring drive. Jenny sat next to me on the drive home. She had her hand on my leg doing massages with her fingers. I swear if we had been alone she would have done a lot more.

Three more days and Jenny and I would begin the first sequence of home artificial insemination and she was getting antsy. In a way I was too. I wish it was I was the one to be pregnant but this was as close as I would ever be and the child would be family.

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“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT STATEMENT ALL ABOUT,” Jenny yelled. It was the first time she had ever raised her voice to any of us. There was shock on all the faces around the table at her reaction.

“We have done a lot of advertising that we were a ladies-exclusive gym. It was only a matter of time until someone decided to challenge that. It’s that just now is the time. Marcy also commented just the other day that the manufacture of the Marathoners was pressuring us to allow a broader test group to use them. Marcy has already agreed to one group for a complete weekend of nights.” I said.

“Do we want to spend a ton of money plus be a negative in the media for months? You know that is the next place they will make a statement if they haven’t already called them. We have too many other things in the works and a ton of negative publicity could destroy all of it,” I said.

“Judge Slaughter, be honest with me. Can we fight them in court and win?” I asked him.

“You might but it will take years and lots of money. All the big country clubs that were male exclusive have given up the fight” he replied.

“That’s what I’m saying. How long are you going to be on the Governors Task Force when the media confronts him at the next news conference? How long will I have a job at a liberal college when they get asked the same question? Is Frost Borough going to touch us with a ten foot pole when the crap hits the fan? What about the car rental and Jeanna’s Bank? Sooner or later the media will connect all the names together. Right or wrong they will all cut, duck and run” I said.

“There are a lot of things we can do to discourage male members and still be legal. 8AM to 8PM for ladies, 8PM to 8AM for men, they have equal hours and both are split up between day and night. Do the same thing for Saturday and Sunday,” I said. “We have a week let’s think about it and sort it out. If we had said flat out no the media would be here tomorrow.”

Jenny’s face was still red but she was calming down. Marcy and Lorrie both started to speak. Lorrie said, “It makes sense in a way if we can have two exclusive gyms. One lady’s and one men’s but will it fly?”

“BJ is right and she did buy us some time. Do you think they will be back tomorrow to see if they can get a tan?” Marcy asked.

Ching Lee said, “We had better make sure Wendy knows and does a refresher in the defensive training, I don’t think they will faze her a bit but she needs to be prepared. I’m sure Kim and Marsha can give her guidance.”

“Maybe we need to split her time so she can work in part of both groups. With her in those thongs she likes to wear there will be lines out to the highway as soon as the word gets around,” Vicky said. “How about adding a Brazilian style bikini area wax, shave or trim and nothing else for both? We have the massage room and the aid station, both with tables.”

“I think that takes a license and inspections,” I said. Then as an afterthought I added “Amy might have the license already for something like that, we can ask her and see if she wants to go in that direction.”

“At 25 or 50 a pop she could add a lot of cash flow,” Vicky said.

“Pop goes the weasel is the right word, all gooey and sticky,’ I replied.

The Judge, Jason and Dad all had their head in their hands turning red.

“Dad said, “This is too much information for me. I think it’s time for me to go,”

“Thanks guys for being here for backup. We will keep you informed,” I said.

After they left it was time for another family meeting while we were together.

“We need to discuss hiring employees, several of them. There is a lot of work to do between now and the first of February. I suspect that if this is the only job that Bob has right now that the second floor will move quickly and be available before then.

The car rental is most likely going to take three or four people, maybe more. Just the auditing and banking alone is going to be a full time job for one person. Then there are tags, registration, insurance and maintenance; that requires another person. Then add payroll for 200 people, workman’s comp, and quarterly reports that’s another person. Are we going to pay auditors 150 an hour for two or three people to do those things? I think not. Even if they have interns it will still be 50 plus an hour.

Then there has to be a coordinator to see that the right vehicles are in the right places and move them if needed, there are going to be special events that require dozens of extra cars in one area and then days later another. That person is going to have to keep a list of people that can ferry cars around. I don’t think it should be all that hard to do but still another person. More than likely there are dozens of house wives that we could enlist to ferry cars for extra spending money. Post the ad in the newsletter or on the wall or both.

We need to advertise, interview and get them in place for some real-time training. We need to find out for sure just how soon we are going to get some management control. Jeanna said May but we can’t wait until May and get it dumped cold turkey into our laps. We need some on the job training of our own. I am hoping that as soon as the offices are done we can start getting real time access to the data. You cannot allow any transition of ownership to affect the day to day operations of something that big.

I have not said a word about the Frost Borough thing yet. We are looking at least 4 possibly 6 full-time and 10 on-call part-time people with the same accounting scenario,” I said.

“We can not pull our trainers out of the gym to do these things. If we go to the night shift we are going to need even more in there,” I said. “I don’t want to lose focus in the gym that was started as our core business.

“And then you have sold 60 rape prevention/self defense seminars that have to be worked into the mix. Starting in the fall we are going to be one busy group of people,” I said.

I looked at Marcy, “Do you have 3 or 4 talented people in your class that haven’t secured positions that you want to offer jobs to? And I do mean talented not just friends. It may be easier to get a CPA to come in and get things started in the right direction with all the tax forms and train them to work in our system than it would be to get someone with 10 years experience that is set in their ways and works against our system.” I said.

“We are looking at spending some serious money here. If we can manage all the pieces we are going to be making a lot more money” I said. “Jeanna is putting up a lot of money to make this our family business; we have to make it work for her and us.”

All the faces in the room were on me and now they were all in deep thought. We talked about everything for another hour and a half before we called it an evening. These meetings were going to be an every night occurrence for a long time.

It was time to give the North six their evening pep talk and answer questions they may have. I had to remember to keep them moving along and focused. I still had not put everything I was going to do with them in to a plan yet.

What was that Jenny had said, “A master’s work is never done?”

I asked Lorrie and Vicky to go out side and verify that the APD did in fact leave. The North six were showered, dressed and ready to leave. I told them that the APD had been here and asking questions tonight and I thought we had everything straightened out.

“You have seen it on TV a million times; if they stop you or arrest you do not answer any questions without a lawyer and never, ever volunteer information. If you have to answer general questions like, ‘where have you been’, answer only the question and say nothing else. Put my number in your phone and if you need me for any reason call me. Always remember that we have an attorney on staff.”

I took Jenny aside and apologized for interrupting her in the meeting. I was truly sorry that I had stepped on her toes. I wanted no hard feelings among any of our group, let alone her.

Jenny said, “It was a good thing you did. For some reason it hit a raw nerve. I was getting ready to really blast into them without thinking. I need to apologize to all of you. I was out of line.”

“You were getting ready to say what we all wanted to say, and I saw it coming and tried to smooth it over before we went past the point of no return” I said.

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