Bjjonesmylife. Book 2

The phone rang and went directly to hands free. I was leading a three car convoy from the college. We were bringing all of Misty’s, Belinda’s and Sarah’s personal belongings back to the house. It had to be done tonight so the cleaning crew could clean their former dorm rooms in time for the arrival of the nine California students tomorrow morning.

Marcy’s voice was full of tension, “How close are you to home? We have several serious problems, we need you here as soon as you can get here. Jason and the judge are both on their way. Have Sarah, Misty and Belinda come over to run the gym.”

“We are on 301, 15 minutes out. What’s wrong?” I asked as the line went dead.

We backed the vehicles up to the garage and I asked the girls to come over to the gym as we had problems and needed their help.

I could see that the lobby was full of men; at least three were uniformed police officers that I recognized belonging to the Annapolis PD. There were several more men and a couple of lawyers by the pin striped suits.

Vicky was at the customer check in window and said, “Marcy, Jenny, Jason, The Judge and Ching Lee are in the meeting room. Lorrie is out on the floor doing an evaluation. She said as soon as you came to let Misty, Sarah Belinda and Wendy run the gym. Lisa and your Mom will be here any minute. I started the North six working on the lower body routine. All of us are needed in there.”

As the three girls went through into the gym I motioned Vicky to get Lorrie and meet me in the meeting room with the others.

The Annapolis Police chief said very loudly, “Are we ready now? We have been here an hour, we are not waiting any longer. We are just going to seize all the electronic equipment and search the premise.”

The door to the meeting room opened and Jenny invited the police officers and me in. She told the other group, “We will be with you as soon as we finish up.”

Jenny went around the table with the introductions. The judge did not sit at the table but in a chair in the corner.

Police Chief Jacob Walker introduced his people. Then he started his spiel.

“Our informant had supplied us with a detailed account of a confrontation that happened in this gym between the North Side girls gang and the South Side gang. That confrontation was broken up by management personal of this gym. A knife fight occurred and was subsequently not reported to any authorities. An officer of the court participated in this altercation and knew that both groups of individuals were under surveillance by my department. My department has not received any cooperation from said court officer or her agency.

It is my understanding that there were a complete series of finger prints, ID photos taken along with DNA and urine samples. I have a warrant to take possession of all that material.”

Jenny replied, “Your warrant is misapplied. All of the information that you request has already been made available to multiple state agencies and checked against all state, local and federal known and unknown crime scene forensics. The Governors Criminal Task Force has searched the Federal Gang Task Force data base, the state data base as well as the combined North East criminal data base for any link between the groups that were here. None have been found or reported.

If you have any suspected gang related forensics that you have not entered into the data base within the required 24 hours by federal mandate you are jeopardizing Federal and State funding for your agency.”

“Why was I not informed that the information had been put in the database?” he asked.

“There is no protocol to inform any agency when the database is updated. You search the database for hits then add any new data you have,” Jenny said.

The Chief asked, “Are the gangs here today?”

Marcy replied, “The South Side gang is here and started the advanced boxers training class tonight. The North six are here working on lower body building tonight. They have been here every night since the altercation.”

“I want to interview all of them now,” he loudly emphasized.

“This is not a police station. As legal counsel for the gym you will need individual warrants for each of them and you will have to wait until they leave the premise. We have filed no complaint with any agency. They have been giving no problems while they are here. They will not be taken into custody on this property. If they are we will supply legal services for them as members of this gym for any activity that occurred at this establishment.” Jenny said.

“No wonder they have been on perfect behavior after you beat them half to death and then tried to drown them,” he said.

“They come here voluntarily, pay membership fees and are free to leave any time they want,” Jenny said.

Jenny gave him the names of the four North Side girls that we had not seen since the night of the fight.

The chief stood up, tore the warrant up and he and his other officers left.

Marcy said, “We are not done yet. You are going to love the next group,” as she open the door and invited them in.

One of the attorneys introduced himself as Floyd Parks then introduced his group. Marcy introduced all of us.

Mr. Parks said, “I represent this group of gentleman. They were here today and tried to be members of this gym. They were told they could not because they were males and membership is not open to males. Is that statement correct?”

Jenny said, “Yes, that is correct. Our gym current membership is only open to ladies only. There are two other gyms in the area that are open to both. All of our equipment was purchased gender specific in its capacity and ratings. The tanning booths however are open to both.”

Mr. Parks replied, “That is sex discrimination and if you refuse to change your membership rules then we will have to file suit against you.”

Jenny asked, “Is there a problem with the other gyms in the area? We all have the same equipment, ours is just gender specific, designed and built for women.”

One of the men said, “That is not exactly true. You have the Marathoners running machines. No other gym has them or can even get them until next year.”

At this point it became obvious what we needed to do. But we needed to have a private business talk about it.

“We have a contractor adding some modifications to the gym starting Monday. Let us have your contact information and see what we can do. We will contact you within five days with our proposal.” I said.

The girls looked mad enough to spit nails but no one said anything. This was an issue that I knew would someday show itself. I had an idea but was it legal and would it satisfy the complaint?

The attorney wrote out the contact information and handed it to Jenny. I opened the door for them to leave and then turned around to face the firestorm.

Edit by Alfmeister

Things started moving fast between Christmas and New Year. Fed Ex had started delivering daily bundles of information from the auditors about the Mid Atlantic car rental acquisition. UPS started delivering crates of office equipment for Jeanna’s office and for our new offices. With the gym having a commercial address freight was cheaper to have everything shipped there than to a residential address. Lorrie, Marcy and Ching Lee were running back and forth to get everything set up at Jeanna’s.

The big very expensive copiers that were going to be leased effective February 1 had already been delivered. We had a bear of a time getting Jeanna’s to her house, and then on top of that it needed 220 volts. An electrician had to come and run an outlet just for it. The big screens to go on the walls in the meeting rooms in both offices had been delivered. Jeanna’s two had already been hung to use with her bank work. Our 6 were still in their crates in the far back corner of the gym. Our office was to have several of them.

From what I understood about that part of the computer program the screens would run in a loop like the arrival screens did at an airport. Ours would show rentals, reservations, and returns in real time. One would show vehicles available at each locations and the GPS location of those on the road along with excessive speed or involved in accidents. Our over-dinner conversations were business meetings every night now.

If it hadn’t been apparent to the rest of the girls yet it was obvious to me that we were going to need several secretaries or office people. We couldn’t pull any more trainers out of the gym, we going to need more of them as it were.

A forklift and a scissors-lift arrived and were sitting parked under the canopy of the long loading dock. Other materials were unloaded by Bob, pallets of ply wood, drywall, pipe, and wire. Another small dumpster was sitting in one of the parking places.

I started making the run to the college. Students were arriving and moving into their dorms. HR and I were giving the same welcoming speech three times a day. Patti and I were busy doing photo IDs, making up new access cards and reactivating old ones. Local businesses were posting part-time help wanted notices on the bulletin board. We researched every one of those carefully, the business and all we could find on the owners before they were posted.

On Thursday Misty and Belinda started moving into their rooms. They were finished except for a travel bag. They were going to stay out of our house until they formally had to move in on Monday to meet the sponsorship requirements. Sarah was traveling back and forth with either Patti or me, she too was moving in on Monday. She was there to give an overview of the student union and how it could help with any problems that any new student might have.

There were many. For some of the students this was their first extended time away from their parents. For some reason they had not made the decision to attend college at fall session of the college year or lacked funding or grade credits and decided to start in the second half of the college year with some of required courses.

Sarah asked me if there was any way she could get a display area and possibly a cubicle in the security department. The idea was to give students one stop to handle any problem that may not be HR related. The security department was open 24/7. My answer was simple; if HR gave their blessing we would gladly make available whatever room she needed including a designated phone. I had several unassigned cubicles. There were also several private meeting rooms for confidential things. She left to meet with Bob Jackson and Shirley Short to ask about it.

We had been running short-staffed since Thanksgiving with so many students home for the holidays. Thursday we brought the staffing back to full force. We had some new part-time people on board, they were going to work with an experienced person for several days before going solo. That meant that nights, for at least a week, we were going to be double staffed. I was going to use the first part of the shift each day to give them the orientation material I needed to go over then they would hit the beat with their partner for the rest of their shift.

Patti and I were packing up to leave. I was just getting ready to call Sarah’s phone when she, Bob and Shirley came through the door. There were two very long faces. I wondered what was going on or what they had found out. I knew I was going to find out very quickly.

Bob said, “We have a problem.”

I motioned for the three of them to follow me back to my private office, “What’s wrong, how can I help,” I replied.

“We lost a FedEx packet. It contained the enrolment information on nine students from California including payment in full or scholarship grants. They will be here tomorrow morning. They have to have dorm rooms. I know you have three rooms as spares. Can you pull a room and a half out of your hat,” He said.

I thought a minute then called Misty from the speaker phone. When she answered, I asked “Is your partner in mischief and mayhem with you?” I knew they were working in the gym from the background sounds.

“Yes” she replied.

“Find someplace quiet and put the phone on speaker so I can talk to both of you.” I said.

“Ok, we’re both here, go ahead” she said.

“How would you two like to stay where you have been staying and not in the dorm room until college is over, if I can get a living requirement waiver?” I asked. The phone was quiet for a moment then went crazy.

“Can you do that? Heck yeah. Can we go get our things tonight?” Belinda asked.

“Let me put you on hold for just a minute” as I slid a sheet of paper and a pen to Bob. I looked at Sarah. “The same offer goes to you. Are you up for the challenge?” I asked.

“I was going to have a new roommate anyhow. So yeah, I can do that. How are we all going to get back and forth?” she asked.

“With me or Patti or in one of the rental cars.” I said.

I looked at Bob and Shirley, “There is your room and a half. Sarah will no longer be making dorm payments. How about giving Misty and Belinda a cash dorm allotment to help pay for food and such?” I asked. In for a penny in for a pound I thought.

“I’m sure we can work something out. Just how many bedrooms does your house have? I know there are several other girls living with you?” he asked.

“Seven,” I answered.

“Just how damn big is your house? Never mind I don’t want to know,” he said.

I picked up the phone and said, “Bring two cars or one if Marcy can come in her suburban. Sarah is moving in with us too,”

That kills two birds with one stone temporarily, I thought. Cures a college problem and guarantees part time help for the gym at least until the end of May. Little did I know the other problems that had hit the fan today!

EDIT by Alfmeister

As I was sitting at the meeting table we were each passed a folder with our name on it. I sat through three and a half hours of meetings for the upcoming final semesters of this college year. After an hour of working on a detailed security budget where I had requested a 10% increase for the full 2014 year to help cover the additional cost of security guards on all sports trips. The final numbers were more like 12%, not bad when I could have made 5% work but I was learning how you had to play the game with state agencies. Ask for twice what you wanted and the higher ups could cut your request in half to stroke their ego that they were doing their job to reduce cost.

It was unusual that I got more than I asked but then I knew that something bigger was coming my way in work requests for my department.

HR had the next hour with a list of new reporting requirements and new rules for students, instructors and administrators.

There was a new list of protocols in dealing with town, county and state officials on student issues. The state also wanted to do mock hostage drills on the property.

I finished out the meeting with a report on the progress of the new dorms. Then I gave a report on our compliance with state and federal reporting of on-campus criminal activity. I finished up with a report on all incident reports for the 3/4 year to date that we had responded to.

In the back of my folder there was a list of unscheduled activities that my department had to work in and be prepared for. The first one I already knew about. That was to be the visit by the Frost Borough College Board the first week of February to review and demonstrate our security.

The second was one that I had known nothing about. It was a visit by an Asian International delegation. They were to tour the college and I was to do a presentation on security. That was to take place the middle of March.

The third was that our college had been selected to host the annual educational security conference for the South East area. That area started at the southern PA border and everything south and east of the Mississippi river. The hand written caption beside that item was “I am sure that you have some idea in the back of your head for a ‘shake them in their shoes display’ to send them home with.” The end of this college year was destined to be busy for my department for sure.

Patti and I left the college at the same time. She led and I followed. We were the second and third to turn onto Summers Road. Patti turned into the driveway to the house and I followed the first car into the gym parking lot. It had government tags but that wasn’t so unusual with so many female middies enrolled in the different programs we had going on in the gym.

I had parked on the side parking area and was walking fast to the gym. As I walked past the front of the Navy car the door opened and a lady shouted, “BJ is that you?”

I turned to respond and immediately recognized Captain Susan Adams. We closed the distance and gave each other a big hug. “I thought you were floating in the Arabian Sea?” I said.

“I was until yesterday morning. I received code-tech orders to report immediately to the new USS Ford as Combat Commander. I have to be at Norfolk day after tomorrow. They put me on a “Gems” flight off the carrier with two admirals that were flying under communications blackout. It was a direct flight to Andrews. I came directly here, luckily Wendy sends me a detailed minute schedule of everything she does. I wanted to surprise her. I haven’t even tried to call Carl yet.” She said.

“I would be willing to bet Carl is over to the house watching sports on the big screen with the Dad’s,” I replied. “Let’s see if we can sneak you into the gym until we find out.”

A careful check of the lobby and office indicated that she was working in the tanning booth. I slipped Susan into the class room and set things in motion for a surprise. Carl was indeed in the house with our Dad’s watching the DVR replays of the Playoff games. I told them I wanted all the girls in the house and the guys to come over to the meeting room now. The Mom’s were already on the way for their nightly appearance at the Gym with Joey. Lisa and my Mom had finally been bitten by the exercise bug and started light walking on the tread mills.

All the girls knew what was happening and made their way into the class room. The only thing left was to get Wendy to walk in. I settled that problem buy putting Sue Adams on the tan list with a note, waiting in the class room. There were only two names ahead of her. I waited in the lobby so I could walk in after Wendy.

The reunion was tearful and heart warming. After Wendy made introductions we reminded them that Susan’s Christmas presents were still under the tree in our house. They were headed over there to continue the reunion and the rest of us went back to work. As they were getting ready to go over I winked and whispered in Carl’s ear that there were clean sheets on Jenny’s and my bed and the door locked if they wanted a quick few minutes. He turned 4 shades of red but smiled. Wendy caught the blush and knew immediately what I had said.

The North six had arrived and was waiting patiently in position. They had been working out for a while now. With being off for the two evenings of Christmas I wondered if they had been doing the required shaving. This would be a good evening for inspection and training. I went to the store room and chose 2 of the clean plastic 10-quart buckets that we had dozens of. We used them for general clean up. I washed them with soap and cleaned them out. Then I filled them with hot water and carried them to the aid station several towels and cloths. There were several shaving kits there along with several packs of lady razors. I went to the slaves and told them to follow me. I hung the in use sign on the doors so no one would interrupt.

“Tonight we are going to do personal hygiene before we hit the gym,” I said. I put Erica on the doctors table and set her up in the stirrups with her spread as wide as I could with her heels low next to her cheeks. I put one girl at each breast and one at her mouth. The other two between her spread legs.

“You two at the breast are to massage and suck on it and the nipple but do not leave any hickeys. You at her head are to kiss her passionately. The one on the left is to wet her kitty with a hot wash cloth for 30 seconds then apply a little shaving cream and shave it. Don’t nick her as she may be the one shaving you. You on the right get to do the final rinse removing all the shaving cream. You are to inspect the job, if you are satisfied you are to suck on her clit and kitty until she cums. If you two take too long these other girls are going to be mad at you because their tongues and jaws are going to hurt from sucking and kissing to long.” I said. “Are there any questions?”

All of them looked at as if in shock. “You knew this day was coming so it should be no surprise. There is nothing to it. Take a deep breath and relax and get started. If you need pointers ask. You seen each other naked and showered together for almost two weeks now,” I said.

Becky said, “Mistress may I talk openly?” “Yes you may,” I replied.
“I have never touched another girl down there or kissed another girl, passionately,” she said.

“You have all just showered so you are clean. The kitty is going to be freshly shaved so you don’t have to worry about hair getting in your mouth. Kiss her like you would like to be kissed. Get your tongue involved,” I said. “Now get started.”

They were a little slow but soon were involved. I gave the one doing the shaving pointers, move this, hold it that way, use the damp wash cloth to pull the skin snug. I ran my fingers over it looking for missed fine hair. Erica was on the table. She was moaning and moving her body really into it and making plenty of natural lube. Glenda was on the right. I directed her to clean it with a wet cloth and lightly dry the sides and lips of the shaving cream and inspect it. “Does it look OK?” I asked.

She nodded. “Lick it and suck it, she is close to coming, listen at her moaning, she is hot and ready.” I spread the flower with one hand and pointed with the other as I was talking. “Don’t attack the clit directly. See how it is engorged and extended; it is super sensitive, she is more than ready. Lick it here, here and here. Put your tongue against the perineum and do circles on it. Then push your tongue in here” as I pointed to her honey hole “then work your way to her clit, lick the sides first. Then do circles around the clit with your tongue, then suck it between your lips like a piece of candy and flick your tongue across the tip of it while you are doing it. Listen how she responds and how her body moves as do different things. Her body will tell you what she likes so you can do it again.” I said.

I pushed lightly on the back of her head to get her started. As soon as she got close enough to pick up the scent of arousal and tasted that sweet natural lube she didn’t need any more help. In less than two minutes, Erica was cuming in waves. Glenda’s face was covered in her cum. I had to tell Glenda to stop sucking and licking Erica as she was exhausted, past cuming again anytime soon. Glenda wiped her face and padded Erica dry.

I moved them in a clock wise circle with Janice who had just done the shaving up on table. They didn’t need any encouragement now. They were all very horny now. I got a text from Vicky. “I am in the class room may I come in PLEASE?” she was naked when I opened the door. In 30 seconds I was as she pushed me on to the high stool. She had three fingers in me and her thumb was massaging my clit as she was kissing me. I returned the pleasure and we came together.

The North six had stopped to watch us when they heard us coming. They were quickly back at each other and finally finished up with us watching. After everyone was back breathing normally I said, “Slaves, are there any questions?”

Lisa was in position at my feet, “Mistress when can we do this again?” This was the one that didn’t get wet when I paddled her. I looked at the rest of them and they were all smiling waiting for an answer.

“You have learned how to give each other pleasure today, in the near future you will learn more. To answer your question, soon, every three to four days to keep the stubble down and you do it here. Dry your faces and bottoms so you don’t give away what you have been doing, go shower and lets hit the gym,” I said. Vicky and I put the kits away and carried the buckets to the store room to dump the evidence down the sink.

We spent another two and a half hours working out in the gym. They were already worn out from the shaving experience. They still worked out with one more pound on every machine and two more reps added to every exercise.

Before I dismissed them for their shower to go home I gave each of them a small bottle of Bikini care and explained its use. It was a lotion to prevent razor burn and reduce stubble rash from shaving the groin area. We had a display case of lotions, travel tampons and pads and other feminine things. The nutritionist wanted to have a display case to put a vitamin and mineral and herbs for fitness driven individuals. It would be here soon.

EDIT by Alfmeister

Morning came early and I was in a tangle of arms and legs. It was a wonder the bed frame held up to so many girls in one bed. I felt the bed slowly rocking. After all of that someone was still horny and masturbating this morning. I heard a giggle then a groan and a deep gasp followed by a whimper. I recognized both Ching lee and Lorrie. Without rolling over to see I could easily bet they were in a 69. Moments later they were both trying to whisper that they were cuming but the waves of pleasure demanded that they tell everyone what was happening.

Jenny was awake and trying to get my knee between her legs so she could use my thigh to get off on. The look in her eyes and on her face was of desperation. She must have been awake longer than I and listening longer. I kissed her as I slid my hand to her crotch and played her button as only a woman knows how, gentle circles and then an increase of intensity and a flick of my fingernail across the top of the hood was all it took. She moaned deep in my mouth then tried to find my tonsils with the tip of her tongue as she came.

Ching Lee and Lorrie were laughing behind us, “I knew we could get her going at least one more time,” one of them said.

“It’s the paddle for both of you” I said. With a shriek they both jumped out of bed and ran out the door.

A few minutes later we were all showered, dressed and fixing breakfast. Jeanna looked at me and said, “We are going to have to start loving earlier so we can get more sleep.”
Wendy said, “I knew I should have picked up more bottles of vitamins.” True to form she had started out morning out with laughter.

We kicked a few more ideas around and at the end of the conversation were still happy with the original idea. The second floor office would have 1800 sq feet of new space. We would loose the width of a stairway out of the gym to access the second floor. The card access door for the gym would have to be relocated into the stair well.

We all went our separate ways to get everything done that needed to be done. Patti left immediately after breakfast for the college. I needed to be there after lunch for several meetings. Jenny went to Annapolis to do trial preparations. Marcy, Ching Lee and Jeanna busied themselves ordering equipment for Jeanna’s new home office. Wendy and Vicky went to join Marsha and Kim at the gym.

I dialed up Bob and explained what we were considering with the office and asked the simple question if the first floor would support the weight of a second floor office.

Bob said, “We built it to commercial specs. The walls are 2 x6 on 1 foot centers. The ceilings are 2 x 8 on 1 foot centers. The longest spans for the ceiling joist are over the tanning booths. The walls of the booths are also 2 x 6 and we did that to support the 20 foot long ceiling. I anticipated that some day you may have wanted to use the area for storage and put one layer of ¾” plywood on top of the ceiling joist. To add an office I would recommend another layer of ¾” plywood and build the walls prefab then set them up in place. If you are not going to build individual offices and leave it one open space for cubicles the ceiling will have to be pre-stressed support beams. They will not sag on that long span. The stairs would have to be metal and to close it off from the gym would be no problem. Neither would relocating the door.”

You said you were booked out for the next six months, “Who would you suggest I call to build it?” I asked.

“Well, we are not working on the project for at least another month. Planning and zoning is holding up the permits. They are waiting for results from additional environmental and traffic studies and will review them at the normal meeting at the end of January before releasing the permits. If I can get with you today and draw it up I can order the materials and the steps. The electrician is going to want to look at the electrical load to see if the service wire is heavy enough so have copies of the bill for him. We can come this morning around 930 if that is OK,” he said.

“Good old county politics; they wonder why we have no commercial tax base here and why personal property tax rates are so high. That will be fine, we will be here,” I replied.

At 9:30 the blue-prints from all the rooms we had built were on the table with all of us looking at them. The area over the tanning booths and the meeting room, part of the lobby and aid station was 36 x 50 or 1800 sq feet. We decided on four private offices. We added an electronics room at the insistence of our resident computer experts so we could put in our own server station. There was to be an upstairs bathroom with the rest being open space with a long island down the center with storage space under and a nice counter top to serve as lunch/meeting or work area with posts in the center to help support the ceiling. Cubicles could be placed around the three walls if necessary for additional people. Currently Jeanna was going to give us the large dining room table and all the chairs she was removing to put on one side of the island to use as a meeting table. The computer experts wanted phone and computer cables pulled everywhere as well as secured wireless available.

The current entrance from the lobby would lead to a hallway. The card entry door to the gym would be the first door to the right after entering the hall way and straight ahead the stairs to the second floor offices. The aid station door would exit to the gym under the landing at the top of the stairs. The stairs would be completely boxed in as part of the hallway and the gym floor, not visible from the stairs or the second floor. There would be a very large door to the very end so that large furniture or equipment could be hoisted up and in by forklift or scissors lift. The door would have a double safety feature so no one could accidently open it and fall.

After an hour of measuring and notes Bob indicated that he had all that he needed and would work up a price. I stopped him and said, “Spend the time ordering the materials and build it.”

“After the 1st when my people come back to work I will split them up in two shifts. The day shift will prefab and the night shift will assemble it in place. After they get all the prefab work completed both shifts will work nights until it is completed. We will clean up every night before we leave and not disrupt the gym routine. A small forklift and a scissors lift will have to be parked in the building” Bob said.

“That’s the way it has to be, the gym is far too busy now,” I replied.

We still had the original 250 thousand that Jake had loaned me to start the gym. He insisted that we keep it in an escrow account after the bank came through with the loan. We still had not touched the credit line that the bank extended us with the loan. On top of that we had money in the gym checking account.

Marcy had put all the gift membership and gift tanning book moneys into an escrow account. Each time a member used a gift service the funds would be transferred to the general account.

The details of how the auto rental business financials were going to be handled were just starting and I knew it was going to be very complicated. I insisted that Jenny be in all discussions related to that. I knew that there would have to be sizable reserves somewhere just to handle the day to day and quarterly financial requirements. I knew also that all the funding for that would be in a Mid-West Bank, most likely one of the new Delaware branches.

Marcy, Vicky, Ching Lee and Jeanna were going to meet with the representatives from the company that handled the reservation and banking system so we could get the right computer programs, computers and enough servers to handle the data load.

We still needed to meet with the company that was going to help us with the equipment design for the Frost Borough bid. The newest system was net based and we wanted that so we could monitor it from here.

We were thinking about using three different internet providers to make sure we were never fully off-line. There were to be satellite, cable, and a land line that we could swap back and forth between to split up the download limits.

With a hand-drawn layout of the new office space a list was being drawn up of all the new office equipment that we would need. Marcy wanted to put it all out for bids this time, including installation. She was determined to squeeze every Lincoln out of every Washington we were going to spend. Of course she was going to comparison shop at the big office outlets.

I dressed in my normal uniform that I wore when working – the vest, gun, and handcuffs – and left for my meetings at the college

EDIT by Alfmeister

What had been planned as a quiet day was no more. Jenny, Lorrie, Marcy and Ching Lee were going to look at Jeanna’s new house and plan the video system she wanted. They were the experts with that kind of thing. Marcy was going to play chauffer with her new truck.

Vicky and I were going to open the gym. We didn’t expect many members to show up today but a few indicated they might. With all the gift coupon-books we had sold as Christmas gifts there might be some coming to check out the gym.

Wendy, Misty, Sarah and Belinda were going to see friends and then come over to the gym and relieve one or both of us depending on customer traffic.

Vicky and I were going to work out while we were there. It was a good time to burn off some of those calories we had been getting from all the holiday food. Plus it would give me more time to think about the events of last night. Before we finished our workout there were over 100 people in the gym. A couple of them wanted to do a short run on the marathoners. Normally they were booked but today they were sitting idle. I helped each of then set up a 3k trial run. With two more coming there should be a lot more openings for our customers to use them.

In a week college would be starting back up. Misty and Belinda needed to move their things into their dorm room and Sarah needed to carry her things back. I would be back at the day job. Patti had been going every day except for the weekends and the holiday. Jenny would be back to her Annapolis schedule for a few days. She had several trials that she was the prosecutor on. The gym would be operating solely with the paid people during the days for the first time since we had opened it. One of us owners had been around since the first day because of all the vacations, holidays and the like.

Kim, Marsha and now Wendy would be the day people. Both Moms’ were on call if they were needed during the day.

Lisa Coles (Jenny’s mom) was going to tutor in the class room most nights. She had retired from the school district and had been getting antsy until she started tutoring my mates, but that was on the down side with them almost finished college. Ching Lee, Vicky and Lorrie only had two classes to do in the final two semesters. Marcy only had one and that was to finish her business degree. Marcy had been communicating with her business professor and he was willing to accept management of the gym as class work. She simply had to go once a week and go over the gym books and do reports that she could e-mail him.

Lisa now had Joey and the six north girls to tutor. When I had picked up the folder with the contracts I had left for them to read, they had all been signed and witnessed by each other. I was serious about them getting into the local college and keeping good grades. I had not had any discussions with Shelia about the south side girls or with them to see if they were interested in self improvement but I would the very next time they were here. Snooty seemed to be straight-headed and I knew that some of them were still in high school. Very few girls ever made a living out of boxing other than being punching bags for the ones that did and usually that was a short career.

Amy had two more hand gun training classes scheduled for after the first of the year. One class was in the afternoon two days a week and one in the evening on Wednesday and Saturday. Joey was enrolled in the evening classes. Amy was going to take a break from the training for a while. There were shooting competitions that she needed to be in to qualify for the next Olympics.

We had planned on Marcy being at the gym full time but with the car rental agency and work on the security deal she was going to be too busy to be involved in anything but administrative work. I was sure as I could be that tons of paper would start coming her way if for nothing else than just to get familiar with it. Somewhere there would have to be a big office and I would just as soon it was in our house or the gym and not at Jeanna’s house.

That would be the next topic when we all got together is where to put an office big enough to handle all of it. The only place left to expand in the gym was to add a second floor over the existing rooms. With the 20 foot ceilings in the building it would be easy to do. I would have to check with Bob’s construction to see if there had been enough ceiling beams in the new rooms to handle the extra load. I knew he had built them heavy enough to use the area over the rooms as storage if we ever wanted to. At the time he had said all we would need to do was add a hand rail and a stairs.

I could not believe the number of people coming to the gym on Christmas day. On top of that there were ladies wanting tans. I finally called Wendy, Misty, Belinda and Sarah to come help out if they were anywhere close. Luckily they had just returned to the house.

When they came in Wendy asked me. “Did you know that Jason and your Dad were in the house watching football games?” Then she said, “My dad just went in and joined them. He showed them how to split the screen so they could watch 4 games at one time.”

That told me two things. One, they had gotten bored and were most likely hiding from the moms, or two, they figured we had cold beer in the fridge and plenty of food or snacks. Now that they could watch 4 games at one time we would never get rid of them. I had a laugh at that one. We would have to embarrass them to get them to leave.

With the girls there to look after the gym Vicky and I went to look at Jeanna’s house. I had thought our house was big but Jeanna’s was much bigger. It had been built as a summer house and designed to entertain large groups of people at the same time. There were three very large dining rooms and a big recreational room with a pool table and big screen TV’s. There was a huge commercial kitchen with a walk-in pantry, walk-in freezer and refrigerator. Out back were a pool, hot tub and a tennis court.

The upstairs was indeed as Jeanna had said was laid out in suites; there were four of them. Each had a master bedroom and bath along with lounge area with a table, recliner and TV. This house must have been designed by someone associated with big hotels or motels. It was going to be easy to turn into the complex that Jeanna wanted. A house keeper/maid or two was in order.

I felt that one of the very large dining rooms would be turned into an office area, one a meeting room or split into two meeting rooms, and the last one to remain a formal dining room. After the tour and some idea tossing Vicky and I headed back to the gym.

The rest of the day was quiet. The gym crowd dwindled down quickly as evening set in and by the early closing time we had chosen everyone was gone. We were joined by the Moms to watch the last of the football games. Supper consisted of an old stand-by; home-made cold-cut subs and hot bowls of tomato soup. It was a quiet evening with our big family.

After our Moms and Dads left we had a family meeting about the businesses we were getting into. I had been right on with how Jeanna was going to set up her house. She decided than instead of solid wall offices she would use the large cubical design office furniture and not do major work in the house. Since the bank was picking up the tab on the house she did not want the auto rental offices there.

I floated the idea about a second floor over all the existing rooms in the gym with a stairs for access. We could add several more internet hookups, connect up the rest of the available phone lines and have one business address. Most likely we would not need any heat up there in the winter with the gym kept at 68. The idea was well received. There were obstacles that would have to be explored and overcome starting tomorrow. It was three hours later that we made it into bed exhausted.

EDIT by Alfmeister

Jeanna made several announcements.

“Several things that I have been working on behind the scenes came together today and I know some of them are going to be a surprise. Mid-West has finalized the deal to buy the Delaware Regional Bank. They have 200 branch banks in the Middle Atlantic States. I have bought a house further down Summers road on the water for me to use as a base of operations and to live and entertain in until the change over is complete. Two of my personal secretary’s will be here after the first of the year and commute for a while but I think that when they get here they will want to stay. The house is big enough for then to each have a suite if they want it, with a little help from your carpenter friend. I want to be close to friends and family.

My G 5 along with a smaller twin engine Beech craft King Air turbo prop plane that I own along with the pilots are going to stay at the Island airport. The pilots already have found apartments in the area. I still have to attend all board meetings as the Senior Executive Vice-president but everything else I can handle via conference and video calls. I will need you electronics wizards to help me set up a room for that and all the things I need for an office.

The bank had a failed financing agreement with the U. S. Auto Rental Company. I have bought out the rental car franchise for the Mid Atlantic region from them. They service twenty four small and mid sized airports and another seventy two outlets in Delaware, Maryland, Virginia, West Virginia and North Carolina.

I am hoping you are willing to spin off a management group to run the gym, the car rental franchise and the security company you’re working on if you get the contract. The franchise was making money with its existing management structure but the people that owned it piggy-backed the company with several other that were losers and lost it all.

As with all business there are areas that are not productive as they need to be. They have higher than normal operating cost either due to poor management, misappropriation of funds or other reasons. It will be up to you to find and correct the causes.

I have had to put up funding to carry on the day to day operations and payroll until the auditors get everything changed over. At that time, the funds they are generating can be moved from the escrow accounts to the business accounts. There are 200 employees and over a thousand rental vehicles; cars, light trucks and vans.

I know it is a tall order. I have seen the way you work and how well you work together. I know you can do this. It’s going to take several months for everything to be finished up. It will most likely be after you all graduate or about that time. I accept that you a unique family and you will be part of my family and this will be our family business.” She said.

I was floored but I was not the only one, we all were. I could tell by Marcy’s expression that she was too. I went through all the emotions. First was surprise, then concern, then anger. Was this truly a family business opportunity or was this a way for Jeanna to separate and divide us?

She had apparently spent a lot of money. The cars alone had to be 20 million, leases on ninety plus sites, the computer reservation system, insurance and taxes and how bad did the previous owners bleed the operation trying to stay afloat? Well, that was well over my head.

Then on top of that I knew that a King Air was millions and a G5 fully loaded was 50 million plus. 200 employees with insurance and payroll taxes had to run close to 200 thousand a week and she was going to carry that for 6 months. Just how much was Jeanna really worth?

Were the auditors going to control everything? If so how did a family business fit into the equations? The good thing is we had six months to work it all out. By then we would know if we had the Frost Borough contract; no wonder Jeanna was so excited with prospects of us getting that. She was looking beyond Frost Borough to a much bigger security business. I just wondered when she was going to suggest that we started more gyms.

There was no doubt that we were going to be hiring more full time people to run the gym. Extensive travel was on the horizon for all of us if this worked out.

It was time for bed. It was time for some heart felt emotions and expressions of love and promises of better future things. What had started out as good night hugs and kisses ended two hours later in the basement, we were covered in sweat, hickeys, natural and artificial lube and exhausted. Everyone had been involved except Misty. She had been sitting on the couch naked watching the action on the mats with her hands in her crotch. She was now as sweaty and exhausted as we were but the grin on her face said it all.

It was a good thing it was Christmas Day as we had slept in until 8. I woke up sandwiched between Jenny and Marcy hungry as a bear. I carefully slipped out of bed to go make breakfast again for my brood. With the aroma of fresh coffee floating through the house they soon began filing into the kitchen. Jenny was beside me helping cook while the other girls were setting the table, making toast and other breakfast goodies. Other than Jeanna who was staying in one of the spare rooms none of the parents showed up this morning. Wendy called Carl to come for breakfast. He really liked our home cooked breakfast.

Jenny at one point whispered in my ear, “Our family.” “And soon a growing family,” I replied. It was five minutes before she relaxed the bear hug and eased up on the kiss so I could breathe easily. I was sure by the confused looks on all the faces they were wondering what I had said to her. Luckily things were back to normal by the time Carl arrived.

EDIT by Alfmeister

By 10 all the family had arrived and we had crowded into the living room. Marcy’s new truck had been quietly moved into the 4 car garage. There had been a big discussion on how to have her find the keys. I had to laugh at all the ideas that were floated around about it. They finally settled on small box packed inside multiple boxes. The keys were in a 2 inch box that had been boxed in so many boxes that it ended up in a 4 foot square box. The girls had each taking a turn in the boxing and wrapping events. It would be the last present opened. We had the video camera out for that one. I was going to be the photographer for the group.

We started with the mom’s first. There were new jewelry, perfumes, and some clothes including some heavy-duty winter clothes. I had an idea that the cabin purchase may be a nearly done thing and the dads wanted the moms to spend some time there with them.

Jeanna received clothes, perfume, and some local hand made jewelry and knickknacks.

The dads opened long boxes that had new rifles with very high power scopes. I knew that Jamie had some input into the selection of those because that is where I sent the moms when they came to me for advice. They were large caliber guns designed for bear, elk and moose. They were so nice, I was envious. They both got hunting clothes and foul-weather boots. They even got battery heated long johns. Jason had given my dad a new set of very expensive golf clubs. I guess Dad had finally made the turn at his golf game. You can teach old dog new tricks.

Carl opened a box to find a new navy attaché case. We girls had gone together to get him an engraved pen, pencil and letter opener set. Wendy and us girls had put together a box of gag gifts to give him but we were going to wait until after everyone had opened their gifts before we gave it to him.

In fact we had gag gifts for each other. We had all been shopping at the big adult store at Glen Bernie.

We gave Misty, Sarah and Belinda each boots and clothes they could wear at the college and a sizable gift card that they could use at the J. C. Penney’s store in Ctown not far from the College.

Wendy received some new clothes and several new thong swim suits, some tennis shoes and leather moccasins.

Joey we gave a nice gift card that she could use any where. We assumed that there were some clothes that she would like to have that she could not buy with Mom around. I also gave her a gift membership to Jamie’s gun safety and training course. With Jason having been a MSP officer and a county detective after retired from the state and then bitten with the hunting bug there would always be guns around. She should know how to use them, when they were safe and how to make them safe.

Patti we gave things for her car, a necklace, and some winter boots.

We took turns passing out each others gifts until they had all been passed out and opened.

Next came the gag gifts, Carl was going to be the first victim. We had all boxed wrapped them separately and then put them in one box. After he opened the big box Wendy was going to hand him the smaller packages but there were no names of who they were from. Wendy knew and had a little remark she was going to say.

First there was a carton of condoms, “I’m too old for any little brothers or sisters,” she said to a room full of laughs. Then there was a giant bottle of multi vitamins, “To help you keep your energy up you older folks might need them.” Then she handed him a package that had several pairs of Speedos, “To help build the mood by enhancing the package.” Next there was a pack thong’s, “For easy access to the package.” Carl was getting redder by the minute. Then there were several different of stay hard pills, “For those times when the mind is willing and the body isn’t.” Next she handed him a package that had a vibe and several lubes in it, “For when none of the above works.” That filled the room with laughter. Finally she handed him a bag of regular briefs. “To replace the ones you threw away the other night that had spots in the front on them,” she said. That set the room off. I had told girls of his accident after he had left.

We had more fun with Ching Lee. Her box had a studded collar with rings on it, several alligator clip sets connected by ball chain, a two cheek paddle, and a jeweled butt plug, hand cuffs and a four corner bed restraint kit. She picked up the collar, hung it on her finger and looked at me. I smiled and winked at her.

Jenny, Marcy and Vicky all had a pair of remote control vibe eggs. Jenny I gave a bra that had the nipples exposed. There were several sets of nipple pumps and nipple rings. They each got leather panties with a reverse dildo and clit ticklers on them.

Lorrie got the same kind only they were remote controlled via the web. I was the only one that had the web address. She had gotten to really love vibes. I finally gave in and gave her a pair of the best quality nipple piercing I could find of the half circle style. She had wanted to have her nipples pierced for a while and I had been stalling. I just hoped that it did not start a trend with my lovers.

For the moms we found several paperback books for hunter’s wives: ‘The Cookbook For Wild Game’, ‘One Hundred Things To Do While Your Man Is Hunting’, ‘100 Best Excuses Not To Go Hunting’, and ‘Lingerie That Will Make Them Forget About Hunting”. We just had to get them a personal vibe kit just for laughs. I knew my mom had several of her own or did have. I had killed the batteries in them enough times as a teen. Jenny’s mom on the other hand turned three shades of red. Jason was almost as red.

We got one of those for Jeanna and labeled it for stress relief. We also got her a strap-on kit to use on underlings that needed to be put in their place. We got a big laugh when she said, “It will work on both sexes.”

Two of us brought in the big box for Marcy to open. We pretended like it was extremely heavy. Everyone was in on the secret except her. We laughed and encouraged her to the very last box. She vowed to get us back. Marcy was surprised to see it in the garage. She loved it.

After everyone went back inside we brought out the beer for the guys and wine for all of us girls. It was after midnight when out parents left. I invited them to breakfast tomorrow morning

EDIT by Alfmeister

It was Christmas Eve. I was up at 7, just restless I guess. I made coffee and went to the gym. I opened the gate and set the heat up. I left the door unlocked so anyone with a membership card could get in if they wanted to work out. I did warm up exercises and enjoyed a peacefully complete workout, my first in days. Oh, I worked out a lot but we had been so busy they had been stop and start with distractions and interruptions. It felt good to feel the muscles burn and sting all over my body from one good workout.

I left a note on the inside door for anyone that might come in before we started the shift today to feel free to work out until we got over there. I also left my cell number in case they needed any help with anything.

Back over at the house – after a good cup of hot coffee – I started breakfast for the group. A very large frying pan of fried potatoes with finely chopped onion and green peppers with a little bit of olive oil was on one burner. On the other side of the stove was a two-burner griddle for sausage, scrapple and bacon. I placed another griddle for pancakes and another frying pan to just cook eggs. That left me with one free burner for whatever. I set a full loaf of bead by the four slice toaster and everything was ready.

I started with the sausage; it would take the longest to cook. I put 2 pounds on the griddle. Scrapple takes a while to cook but cold scrapple is yucky unless you cook it until it is rather crispy. The rest of the house was coming alive. A pound of bacon went on the other end of the griddle. Jenny came in to help. Toast was buttered, eggs went in the pan and pancakes started coming off the other griddle. In fifteen minutes the ten of us were all setting at the table with a hot breakfast with coffee or orange juice. Wendy and Carl came in and joined the group. They were followed shortly by both our parents and Joey. They weren’t expecting breakfast but joined in. The men never turned down a hot breakfast. I don’t think our mom’s were much into cooking breakfast for two any more. The big dining room table was filled with people and breakfast food.

Jenny was sitting beside me and put her arm around me and whispered into my ear, “Our family.”

“Yes and it’s a big one,” I said as I returned the hug. We socialized for an hour before everyone heading different directions to finish up last minute things. Marcy and I went to the gym. Jenny and Jeanna went to Ctown to pick up Marcy’s new truck. There were a few people in the gym doing their workout routine.

I had plenty of time to lay out the ground work about starting a security company as part of our business. I gave her everything I had, the contract, the layout of the college grounds and what I knew of the new security system that may work for us. I even discussed the potential use of the cabin that the men were looking to buy. We had a good discussion about the pros and cons. It would mean more investment. We both felt sure that Qt bank or Mid West would finance the equipment and if we got a 5 year instead of a 3 year contract we could definitely make a profit.

Marcy was on board with the idea so the next challenge was Jenny with all the legal questions. Then after that we would lay it out to the whole gang before we worked up any proposal. Jenny and Jeanna came in at the end of the conversation. I could tell that they were tickled that they had pulled off getting the new truck backed and parked without being seen.

All the paper work was still all over the table. I took the opportunity to explain everything again. The questions this time were more detailed and in depth. I managed to get through them without stumbling too bad with my ideas. Jenny expressed concerns but as we talked they soon became non-issues. Jenna on the other hand was immediately on board and looked at it as a growing business venture. With Jenny and Marcy on board we would present it to the rest of the girls and begin the necessary ground work.

Courtney had been standing quietly at the table while I went over the plan with Jenny. When I finished she handed me the report she had written up about the takedown of the north gang.

“I have not sent the electronic file in yet, I am going to wait until after Christmas. If there is something you want changed we can talk about it before I do. Your plan about the college sounds interesting. If this assignment does not get me promoted out of meter-enforcement I’m going to look for something different. I’m not going to write parking tickets forever. I have family there and I love to ski and the outdoors. If it works out please keep me in mind,” she said and then turned and walked to the first exercise machine.

I quickly looked at the report. It was double-spaced like a court document. It was very detailed. Courtney had things in there that I barely remembered happening. She had a blow by blow of the knife fight, the submission and surrenders at the hot tub, and the slavery statements. She had included details of the strip-down, about the pictures we took, the interviews, the humiliation from being shaved and forced public nudity and the urine samples taken. Courtney went into detail of the spirit and body breaking workout. She even included the ending statement that their body and minds were mine to use and abuse as I saw fit. It was 27 pages long. It was detailed enough to be a movie script. I handed it to Jenny to read over.

When Jenny finished reading she said, “That department is missing out on a good detective if they let her get away if she can remember things that clearly. We are probably going to get another visit from them but there were other witnesses and it looks accurate.” Then Jenny¬ added, “She might make a good operations manager.”

“What came out of the entire test you did on everything?” I asked her.

“The prints and DNA did not match anything that was on file and there were no drugs in the urine. They were clean in that respect. Jenny said. “They may not be saints but they are not hardened criminals with records or outstanding warrants,” She added.

By that time it was late afternoon, almost at our posted closing time for the holiday. The last of the customers were cleaning up to leave. It was time to go home and get ready for the evening’s festivities. Everyone was coming back to open presents at 10 pm. I wanted to spend a few intimate moments with each of my lovers tonight before I spent the night with Vicky.

Since the North Gang takedown and my session with Ching Lee all my lovers had been hot to trot. There was touchy-feely going on all the time. It wasn’t confined to the basement play room or the bedroom any more. The living room and the dining room were often being use. I had even caught Sarah at the center of a three-some, oblivious to the fact that there was an audience. Misty and Belinda were watching and doing some solo finger action of their own. Even Jeanna had been told of my session with Ching Lee and had asked if she could see the DVD. We were a strange group by any standards.

EDIT by Alfmeister

It only took half an hour to fill the girls including Wendy in on our evening. Susan had e-mailed Wendy. She had seen the live opening of the ball on the Navy channel. They had shown the first dance and she immediately recognized that I was the one dancing with the CNO. They had shown another clip from the dance floor at the time Carl and I were dancing. I just hoped that it was one of the faster dances where we weren’t too close. As Carl left I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for a wonderful evening.

I got an update on the activities in the gym for the rest of the evening. The North six were on time. Ching Lee and Lorrie rotated in and out with them. Ching Lee made sure they walked the line and were kept on their toes. Everything else went smooth as silk.
Jenny was right when she said the night before with Ching Lee would be mild to her. We both would be sore for a few days and we both had hickeys everywhere. We used the big pump up dildos in both holes. I knew we were both going to be doing kegal exercises the next day. At times there was an audience but we were at each other so rough that no one joined in. Jenny’s ass still had red handprints on the cheeks when we showered the next morning. She proudly went to the kitchen naked to show them off.

She was waiting on the middle of the month. There was a January calendar in our bedroom that she had circled with a smiley face the best day in her cycle to get pregnant on. I added two more smiley faces on it. Two days ahead and two days after the day she had marked is when we were going to carry out our plan. That would keep little swimmers in the right place a whole week to find and fertilize her egg if it dropped on time and was fertile. After all the years she had been on the pill I really expected it was going to take a several months before we had any success.

Tonight I was to be with Lorrie it would be a welcome change from last night. In the group setting she was aggressive as anyone else, almost like she fed off the collective sexual energy in the room. But in a one on one she was gentle and extremely passionate. She would lead and be in control then want to be led and made love to. She would have multiple orgasms one right after the other until she was wiped out. She always finished out the evening wanting to snuggle and be held close and protected.

Jeanna and Marcy were beaming about the financial shape of the gym. Even with all the extra purchases of equipment, last minute additions of the aid room, and all the specials Marcy put together the gym was making fantastic money. The tanning booths were highly profitable and we had sold over three thousand of the gift tanning books. We had doubled the membership in the gym just in gift packages alone. Things were good even after considering the spread of months that the gift books and gift memberships would be used.

Two more marathoners were on the way. These two would have the latest updates plus HD monitors and more memory. Marcy was toying with the idea of allowing men to train on the marathoners after hours. We had already agreed to allow the group from Pennsylvania, since then the word was spreading within the running circles that all things were possible. We had started keeping a list of people that had called from the World Marathon Runners Association. The manufacture was also pushing for it. In fact the gym was to be featured in an upcoming article in their membership magazine.

Wendy had been told that she had a full time job if she wanted it. It took all of two seconds for her to say yes. There were even discussions of needing another full time person. Marcy and Jenna were going to run a cost-return analysis on it.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve and everybody was in a holiday mood. Members were bringing in all kinds of goodies. We had pushed a couple of the tables together and they were covered. We were going to close the gym at 4 on Christmas Eve then reopen at 10 am on Christmas day. Marcy had done a survey and there were quite a few members that were into a routine and didn’t want to break it. We were just going to have two people working. We were going to take turns doing 2 hour stretches and if additional help was needed we were just across the street.

The living room was filled with the Christmas tree and presents. With Misty and Belinda’s presents shipped here and Patti bringing Sarah’s mail and presents home with her the room was full. Wendy and Carl had brought their gifts over and had a pile under the tree. Wendy so wanted a family Christmas that when she asked if they could do it we readily agreed. There were also a pile for Joey, the Cole family and my Mom, Dad and Jeanna.

Toys for Tots had picked up the truck load of toys we had collected not long after Carl and I departed for the Naval Academy last night.

Tonight was going to be the weigh-in for Courtney and the TV group. They were going to bring in an all female TV crew to cover the weigh in and measurements. They had met their one month loss and gain targets. They had also been hitting the tanning booths and had planned to oil up a little and do the show in bikinis. They had a ways to go the get the perfect bikini body but comparing the pictures from a month ago and now the difference was evident. It really took some courage to do what they were doing. They had even borrowed some palm tree plants to set the summer scene they wanted to use. The way the station pushed the limit on its local scene segment, it was no wonder that they had the highest ratings in the area.

Courtney would not be on TV but she had lost the most weight. She should have; she was spending eight hours a day, seven days a week at the gym and none of it was sitting. Even on the days she was technically off duty she was in the gym. She was going from one machine to another to another all day long. I had thought six months would be required, now I was sure she could do it in a lot less. She said that she was losing almost half a pound a day. I had also reminded her about drinking plenty of fluids. You can loose a lot of weight quickly by dehydrating yourself but that also causes damage to the body in the process, let alone causing massive muscle cramps. Then again, once you became determined the first pounds were always the easy ones; it’s the last ten or fifteen that is the spirit breaker. They were just so hard to get off. Courtney, true to her word implied that she was not going to any of her department’s holiday functions. She wanted to blow them and the bettors away with her weight loss.

After watching the takedown of Karla the bitch with the knife and the North gang she asked if she could start training with us on defensive fighting. She wasn’t the only one. The night of the takedown there had been several other ladies from other agencies there. The word of the takedown had spread in those agencies like wild fire. What had started out with just the six of us was growing like the rest of the gym; there was a class every night. All six of us were now going to be busy as a trainer in some form of exercise or defensive program. Because of my experience I would be the one giving the advanced defensive training. Shelia was going to offer boxing training to them as part of the advanced course. That bled over to the body building part of the gym. You simply had to be fit and strong to be effective in fighting.

An Annapolis nutritionist was going to volunteer one evening a week to help anyone that wanted help with diet during the exercise program. She was one of the many new members that we had gained.

Jeanna was still being secretive. The only thing that I knew for sure was that she and Jenny were going to the GMC dealer to pick up Marcy’s Christmas present and drive it back tomorrow while Marcy was working. They were going to park it to the very end of the side parking lot, one of those hide-in-plain-sight things. She had been gone at least four hours every day since she had been here.

During my break I was going to wrap the gifts I had gotten for everyone. I was giving all my loves a necklace and matching earrings. Wendy and Patti were getting bracelets. Jeanna, well, what do you get someone that has her own Gulfstream 5 at her beck and call? I settled on her favorite perfume.

Patti and I were going to be gone from two until five this afternoon. We had an office Christmas party to attend at the college. The board had approved a cash bonus for all employees. As department head I had to be there to give them out. Everyone was to stop by and pick them up at the office party. After the party at the college I was to work my turn at the gym so the rest of my brood had time to finish up their things.

Misty, Sarah and Belinda were having a ball staying with us. Misty – after several visits with the shrinks – was returning back to her old self, according to Belinda. Having the three of them together and adding Wendy into the mix was like living in a full time comedy show. There was something going on or said to laugh about all the time. They were spending plenty of time at the mall or the Ctown bowling alley when they were not at the gym working. They were even planning on working at the gym part time when classes were in session. With college going back in session in a couple of weeks the house was going to seem empty with Misty, Sarah and Belinda going back to the dorms.

Jason, Dad and the Judge were all going to a rental cabin for a look-see near the Frost Borough College in the first part of January. It had been on the market for four years. They had it planned out that they could use it for black bear, deer, and wild turkey hunting along with fishing at some of the ponds and lakes in the area. I listened quietly at all the conversations. It was close enough to the college that it could be used by us girls if the security venture came through.

Dad had shown me the pictures and I thought it had promise. It was only about ten years old. All the utilities had just been updated along with a new hot tub which those guys would never use. It had satellite for TV and internet service. It was only thirty minutes from the ski lifts. I couldn’t figure out why it was still on the market for the price it was listed at. Jason had asked Marcy and Jenny to research the property and its history.

True to his word, Dean Skaggs sent me a complete copy of their security bid proposal and the final security contract with their current vendor for Frost Borough College. It was time to have the discussion with the business minds. I had a mental approach on what I wanted in a system and how I thought we could do the training and manage it. Mr. Skaggs had picked the first Wednesday of February as the day the complete Frost Borough board of directors was coming to look at our security setup. That gave me over a month to get everything put together for a proposal.

At six Patti and I were back from the college party and I was working my turn in the gym. It was a slow night with it being so close to Christmas. The North girls came in at 6:30 and were soon naked and kneeling. I paired them up and gave them gym clothes. They had several days now to think about the offer I had made them on the BDSM contracts. We sat in the refreshment area to discuss the contracts and how we were going to proceed.

Ching Lee had printed off a slave commitment contract and a servitude contract along with a copy of Master’s Responsibilities and Slave Treatment Expectations from the leading BDSM site. Truthfully I was reluctant with many of the positions that were presented in the manuals. They were hard line and dealt heavily into extreme punishment. I had no intentions in using them. This is not where I was going to take these girls and I had already stated so to them.

I placed both copies of the contracts in front of each girl among with a pen. There was a place for me to sign as a Mistress, and a place for the slave and witnesses to sign. Between the two contracts it clearly spelled out what they were giving up. Ching Lee had added language to clearly explain the training they would receive, the tutoring for excellence in college, body, mind and sexual expertise.

“Read the contracts, if you are satisfied that this is what you want, sign them. If you want more time to think about what you are getting yourself into you can wait until the day after Christmas. You are not required to come here Christmas Eve, the gym will close early. The gym will be open at 10 on Christmas day if you find the need to serve,” I said.

Members had approached the table requesting assistance, as I left to help them I said, “Either way you decide you will place the contracts back in the folder and be in the slave waiting position in 10 minutes to start your workout.” I fully expected them to back out in the end.

EDIT by Alfmeister

The rest of the girls had gone to open the gym so we could sleep in. It was going to be a busy day. I had a nail appointment, a hair appointment plus before that I still needed to do several assessments and set-up programs. Luckily I had been able to get in several tanning sessions in the last few days.

Jeanna and Marcy were working the window as I went into the gym. We had a pleasant greeting, it was good the see her again. I knew they were going over the books. They looked happy. I took that as a good sign.

Marcy asked, “How is Ching Lee this morning?”

“Still sound asleep,” I replied. “If she is not up soon I will take the paddle and go wake her,” I said with a grin.

Marcy with her eyes all big said, “I hope not that would be a terrible alarm clock.”

Wendy came from the tanning booth to get the next waiting lady. She took time to remind me that Carl was picking me up at six thirty. She also reminded me to come over as a couple before we left so she could send her mom a picture.

I began the routine that I always followed with the assessments. Abby was working today. After she finished the physical they came to the refreshment center where I did an interview to see the direction they wanted to go, weight loss, build body mass or just a maintenance fitness program. From that we hit the machines to see what kind of shape they were in and I then worked out a fitness program tailored to them and the results they wanted to achieve.

Ching Lee came running in a huff and was on her knees. “Mistress I have made another error.” She said.

“We need to have a private conversation Ching Lee,” I said. “Follow me.”
In the class room we established how and when we would be slave and Mistress and why it was necessary for our family and in the public eye. I also agreed we would have regular sessions in the dudgeon in the basement. She and I were going to set it back up and clean it then bring all the toys up to the latest models we could find. She wanted weekly but we agreed to every two weeks. Ching Lee was thrilled. I also agreed to teach the others how to take control of her in the dungeon if they were willing to participate. Ching Lee agreed to no more public displays unless it was part of some pre-arranged session. The six of us were family and lovers and nothing was to interfere with that.

I worked into the gym until two then went over home to shower. Then I went to my nail appointment followed by my hair appointment. It was five when I returned home. It was a cold night in late December similar to the nights I spent doing guard duty at the US embassy in Tokyo. On those nights I had worn either man’s long johns or pantyhose and a thermal top under the blues to keep the chill out while working outside guard duty.

I chose a new thong and panty hose that I almost gave up on finding. A slightly padded bra with a little extra lift with low cut cotton shirt to wear under the dress shirt. A pair of thin regulation dark socks to cover the panty hose. The fit of the regulation shirt was good even with the extra padding of the bra. The pant fit was perfect and the belt would hold them in place on my waist no matter what dancing activity I got into. The mirror finish on the black regulation shoes was perfect. I put on a little make up with natural color lip gloss.

I put on the jacket and checked all the medals. I changed my earrings to a conservative diamond and followed that up with the regulation cover that I tucked my hair under.

I stood in front of the full length mirror with a lump in my throat. I was proud. This was the first time that I had seen myself in the jacket with all the medals installed and the Master sergeant stripes on the sleeve. I slid the driver’s license, my Marine ID card and my keys in one pocket and my phone went into the other.

With my over-coat over my arm I walked over to the gym. As Marcy let me in she announced over the PA that I was there. All my girls wanted pictures with me. Marcy must have called the Mom’s. It was only a few minutes later that they both showed up.

Jenny was sporting an ear to ear smile as she stood next to me. Of course I had my arm around her. She whispered into my ear, “If you think you were worn out last night just wait until I get done with you tonight.”

“That works two ways,” I said with a smile of my own. She yelped as I pinched her ass cheek.

Wendy on the other hand looked ready to cry. I asked, “What is the matter?”

“I don’t think Mom will be as safe as I thought,” she said.

“You have nothing to worry about. I promise he will still be a virgin when he goes home.” I said.

She looked confused for a moment and said, “I think it’s a little late for that.” And then she smiled. We had just finished up all the pictures that the girls wanted when Carl arrived. That required another round of pictures in the lobby that Wendy could send to her Mom.

We arrived at the Naval Academy with a few minutes to spare. Carl parked in his assigned parking place that was close to the main entrance to the large hall where tonight’s festivities were to take place. The plebes were acting as parking attendants and escorts walking the officers to the door.

Carl and I made our way to our table. It seemed like I was being introduced to everyone. Carl was very popular. At one point it seemed that I was the only Marine there but as we made the rounds I saw others, mostly officers. I was the only female Marine there although there were hundreds of female Naval officers and middies.

There were a quite a few of the lady middies that were members of the gym. Marcy had offered a nice discount to members and former members of the services. I spent a lot of time with them while Carl was making the rounds with the fellows. I could tell he was getting some grief for coming with a date that was almost young enough to be his daughter.

When it was near start time the high ranking officers and dignitaries came in with their wives and sit at the head table. The Chief of Naval Operations was the last one in; he was assisting his wife who was using a walker. It was easy to tell that she had had knee surgery. I had to look twice – I knew that lady from somewhere – I couldn’t quite put my finger on where. She must have had the same thought because I caught her looking at me several times.

After the opening ceremonies and speeches dinner was served. It was an elaborate meal and done very well for a group of this size. I should have expected it. The Navy was known as the soft service. They were known for dry bunks, hot showers, and hot food and there was always ice cream. The Air Force came in second to the Navy in accommodations for its personal. Even if they had to rough it when they were assigned to forward bases the accommodations were better than the Army or Marines. The meal was a surf and turf type of meal. Salad, crab soup, steak and a mix of seafood with several kinds of fish were available.

It finally came to me where I had seen the CNO’s wife. She had been with a group of proper ladies that had come to tour the gym when we had the open house. Jenny had handed that group off to me. Her name was Dixon, Cynthia Dixon.

Carl was with a group of other navy guys discussing the upcoming Army-Navy game so I took opportunity to go to the ladies room. I stopped on the way and made small talk to Mrs. Dixon, asking how she was doing, what had happened to her knee.

She said, “I missed a step and fell down a couple of steps on their porch, which was all it took. I have mostly recovered but on long walks the knee gets tired so I use the walker just to be safe.” It had happened just two days after she had toured the gym.

After more small talk I mentioned that I was headed to the bathroom and needed to get back before the rest of the festivities started. She said, “If I can borrow your arm I’ll go with you. I was dreading to make the trip with the walker.”

We chatted more on the way and on the way back about many things. More about the gym, how it came to be that I was here with Carl. I told her the whole story about Wendy and her mother conniving to get me to go with Carl. She remembered Wendy from the tour. She asked what ship Susan Adams was on.

We talked about my duty in Japan at the embassy. I lamented on the fact that all the diplomats use me to practice the fancy dances they had to do in a formal affair. She commented that her husband John loved to dance those dances and how disappointed he was that he would be unable to dance a few of them tonight.

“If you approve and he wants to dance to one tonight all he has to do is ask,” I said. Little did I know that the first dance of the evening was the CNO’s choice?

As she sat down back at her table he asked, “If everything was ok?”

She replied, “I am fine, you know the marines are always the first to come to the rescue and they didn’t disappoint tonight. I was in more than capable hands. Thanks BJ.”

“Next time I make the trip I will stop by and see if you need an arm.” I said. She nodded in reply.

Back at the table with Carl I asked what the odds were running for the game while we were watching the Navy band doing its final prep before starting. He began explaining why the Navy team was going to roust Army.

I felt a light tap on the shoulder and “Ma-am, Cynthia tells me you may know a waltz or two. Would you do me the honor of the first dance tonight if the Captain doesn’t mind?”

Carl looked at me and said, “I don’t mind at all. I would love to see her do a waltz.”

We walked out on the floor to a hushed crowd. We danced a waltz that had been one of my favorites many years ago. How I managed not to make a mistake I don’t know, but it was perfect. He asked if I would dance to another later. “Sure, it would be my pleasure.” I said.

As John Dixon escorted me back to the table Cynthia gave me a two handed thumbs up with a big smile.

I hadn’t noticed the camera flashes but that is how the picture of a former Marine Master Sergeant and the Chief of Naval Operations ended up on the front page of the Navy Times, the Navy News Network and the news wire.

Carl was impressed and boldly said so as he led me to the dance floor. We danced several dances including a slow close dance before we sat down. He had an erection that was pressing against me at times even though he was trying his best not to. He was apologetic but I just laughed and said,” It just proves three things, you’re not dead, I’m still attractive, and Susan is in for some serious loving when she gets home.”

Before the night was over I danced with the CNO 6 times, all waltzes. Then there were the others, several admirals, a 4-star general from the Corps that I knew from some where and of course several more dance with Carl. When a few of the guests left the head table Cynthia asked Carl and me to join them. Most of the talk was about sports or some new technical marvel the Navy was working on that most likely too secret for my ears.

As in all things involving men and alcohol the conversations soon drifted into war stories or storms on the sea. Cynthia and I drifted into talk of our own for a while. Then one of the officers asked about my medals.

I touched the first Heart and Star, “These two I earned on Widow Makers Pass. It took the Russian engineers three years to construct Widow Makers Pass. It’s a narrow road blasted on the side of a mountain just wide enough for a truck. At every km there is a space wide enough to pull over if you meet a vehicle. One of you has to back up until you get to the pull off; usually the smallest has to back up. The pass was used to connect Fort North Point to Camp Evil Dog. Evil Dog was used to refuel choppers.

The Taliban would be down in the ravine and loop RPG’s at the convoys as they went by hoping to get lucky. If they did they would climb the opposite side of the ravine and pick off the crews of the trapped convey. We were carrying jet fuel and supplies to Evil Dog. It was a thrown together fuel convoy needed in a rush. The tankers were sent out first with several cargo trucks to catch up later before they got to the pass.

The convey commander was a 1st Lieutenant in the lead tanker; it was his first command and convoy assignment without a superior along. The rest of the crews were greenhorns right out of boot camp and transportation training. I had just made sergeant. The cargo trucks were late joining up. Someone had decided at the last minute that they were to tow a light artillery piece and shells for it. They were so late it would be after dark before we reached Evil Dog. I was driving the third tanker.

The cargo trucks were still more than mile behind us when we reached Widow Maker. The lieutenant kept going. The pass was bad enough for experienced drivers. The greenhorns were scared to death. A simple error and the sides of the truck were dragging the side of the mountain or inches from going over the side. About five miles from Evil Dog the Taliban got lucky.

An RPG took the engine out on the lead truck. The fire suppression system survived the explosion and put the fire out, but the Lieutenant and driver were burned and in shock. I and the driver from the second truck got to them, got them out and carried them away from the damaged truck in case the fire started up again. The Taliban started bouncing small arms off the mountain above us as they were climbing up on the other side. Bullets were ricocheting all around us. I have a scar on my right hip where one got me.

By this time the cargo trucks had joined up and we were all sitting ducks. With the lieutenant out of it I was in charge of a convoy for the first time. The only thing I could think of was to push or blow the truck over the side of the mountain. There was no way to push it. The brakes were locked with no air to release them. To cage the brake chambers before we came under direct fire was unlikely.

We searched the cargo trucks. The only thing we found other than food was the shells for the light artillery gun and a crate of c4 with no detonators, a crate of 50cal belted ammo and two of 50 cal machine guns along with all kinds of maintenance supplies.

I started a line passing the shells forward towards the disabled truck. I was at the front of the line by the truck. I would not assign anyone a dangerous job that I would not do myself. I was improvising and that was impossible to explain. As each shell got to me I put the base of the shell against the mountain and the nose of the shell in the dish of the wheel. I put four shells to each wheel and for good measure 2 of the 4 pound cakes of c4 between the shells and wrapped the bundle with a ratchet strap to hold it together. I did the same at each of the wheels

While I was finishing up I ordered the trucks to back up as far as they could and to stop before anyone went over the side. The Taliban had worked their way high enough to be hitting the tops of the trucks with small arms fire.

I set the 50 cal up beside the front truck. The drivers had been able to back up about 50 meters before they got jammed up. I sent all my men to the rear in case this plan was fubar. My plan was to jig the 50 cal and hopefully set all the explosives off close together

I did not get to shoot more than five seconds when the tanker lifted off the road and over the side of the mountain. The thing hardly dropped out of sight when there was the mother of all explosions and a fire ball was sent hundreds of feet high. The shock wave from the first explosion took my breath away and covered me with small rocks and dirt. The second one blew me back a couple of feet shredding my uniform, skinned up my knees and elbows and knocked me out for a minute. When I got my wits back the rest of the drivers had made it to me and were yelling and cheering the road was clear. We weren’t under fire any more. The fire ball or the concussion cleared the Taliban.

We had bullet holes in the second and third tanker low enough on the sides to be leaking but the plug kits fixed that. They were tapered round wooden plugs you drove into the hole with a hammer. They had heard the explosion at Evil Dog; the valley had carried it like a horn.

It was daybreak when we pulled into Evil dog. The lieutenant and the driver spent several months in the burn center after being shipped home. The base commander was trying to eat my ass for losing the tanker and then for using that much explosive to blow the tanker off the mountain. He was pissed even more when I replied that I was only a truck driver, not an explosives expert. I used what I thought would give the results I needed.

I had to do a debriefing and then the action reports, then more reports for the missing tanker and more reports to account for the missing shells and C4. I did all that while the men were unloading the trucks and getting them ready for the return trip, we were leaving at first light. The return trip was routine.

The MP’s were waiting for me as soon as the trucks stopped. I was to go directly to the base commander. I figured that a trip to the brig was in order. The Camp Evil Dog commander had put me in for a battle field promotion and this Heart and Star.”

I touched the second Heart and Star on my chest as my mind seemed to go into the fog of battle as I started talking; “These two came from another convoy run into hell. The army was taking a beating at Camp John Roberts. It had been originally called Camp Rock Bottom. It came by that name because there was nothing but rock, no dirt to dig foxholes. The soldiers stacked rocks to make protective half circles to shoot from and hide behind. Army Major John Roberts was the first casualty when the army tried to establish an encampment there.

The camp was in a Y where two valleys became one. Who ever controlled the camp controlled both valleys and they were an important smuggling routes used by the Taliban. The army gained control of the camp with a big surprise offensive catching the Taliban off guard. The Taliban did what it had done for centuries in the face of overwhelming force. They ran, simply disappeared into the valleys that were filled with caves both man-made and natural. They regrouped, dug out the arms they had stashed for just such an event, watched and mapped everything the army was doing and waited for more insurgents to join them for a counter-offensive.

They had done it with the Russians and now they were doing to us. The Russians had blasted a tunnel to keep supplies in and provide some shelter. It also proved to be their tomb. The army was using the same tunnel now.

They chose to send no officers on that convoy. It was the first convoy I was in command from the beginning. There were ten trucks. All of them had been outfitted with the latest field developed anti-RPG modification. That was ½ inch armor plate 4 inches wide with 1 on 1 spacings that went from below the below the cab up past its top, with angle plating that directed any shrapnel from an RPG upward to prevent it entering the cab. In the front the stuff was angled with no back plating so the driver could see through. From above it made the truck look like a pie slice.

There was a pedestal mounted mini gun to give some protection but the operator was a sitting duck with his head and upper body exposed. There was a back shield that kept him from getting shot from behind but it limited his gun sweep to 180 degrees. A couple also had the automated grenade launch weapon. There was no protection from mortar rounds or grenades thrown into the bed of the truck other than a heavy duty canvas.

The army had planned to use choppers to supply the camp. That had worked fine for the first month. Every chopper for the last two weeks had been shot down, even the ones sent at night. All of the air drops from the C130’s but one had been captured or blown up.

The camp was desperate. The army was unable to aid the camp because of several big offensives including the one at Al Fallujah that was going badly along with the fact that the camp was beyond the limits of their supply system. They had depended entirely on the air supply system working. The Marine supply base was close enough to send armored trucks with extra tanks and one remote refueling stop.

I had fifteen minutes to review the mission before the complete mission briefing with my men. Someone had been looking out for me. I had ten experienced drivers, ten very experienced soldiers manning the mini guns, and ten experienced soldiers in the right seat counting myself and a medic. This was my 100th convey I had been on. This was a supply mission and no more I was told. We were designated (Baker Box 1) for the mission

I changed the mission. We were pulling out at 0200 and would hit the refueling stop at 1200. I figured two hours to pump 4000 gallons of diesel out of 55 gallon drums with hand pumps and to give the mechanics that were air dropped with the fuel time to check out the trucks for the last part of the run. We should drive into the camp before dark. I sent everyone to get the last sleep we most likely would get in the next 24 hours, possibly the next 48.

We left on time and hit the fuel dump a half hour early and then we left on the second part of the run. We were halfway into the second part of the run when the satellite phone I had been issued rang.

The voice on the phone informed me that “Camp Roberts was under heavy attack and taking heavy causalities. Warthogs (Pork Belly 5) had been pulled from another engagement but had limited fuel and ammo. They had been notified of our mission and position. Continue on but be prepared to abort the mission. The mission has changed, it is now a rescue mission,” the voice said. They were also going to send me a live feed from the drones for as long as they could keep them on station. I relayed the information to my group along with the order to bump up to the next gear and to maintain a safe distance.

I studied the video feed so I could formulate a plan for a grand entrance. It was all fly by the seat of my pants, officers were trained for these kinds of missions. I heard the A10’s go over then I could see them moving away ahead of us. A pair of them was low in the valley and the other 3 were high giving cover. We were 10 km from the camp when they went over. We were 3 km from Camp Roberts when they came back in the same formation 2 low and 3 high. The two in the valley dropped even lower and rocked their wings as they went over.

I had watched the action on the laptop. The video feed from the high drone was poor but I could see the Taliban were only 50 meters or less from the mouth of the tunnel when the Bacon 5 started firing. There were soldiers in front of the tunnel, they weren’t moving or trying to get back into the tunnel when the Gatling guns wound up on the A10. It was not a good sign, we may be too late. The only encouraging thing I saw on the feed was that the Taliban ran away from the tunnel not into it. Hopefully the army still controlled it.

The four-star general that I had danced with was hanging on my every word almost leaning over the table on words of the action. The whole table was quiet while listening.

I hit my command radio that would broadcast in all 10 trucks and the world with my battle plan. “The road widens out a half km from the camp – we are going in three wide. Trucks two and three to my left, and we move in as a group to the right in front of the tunnel. 4, 5, and 6 straight in 7, 8, and 9 take up the same formation and move to the left. End up in a half circle defensive formation in front of the camp. Shoot everything that moves; if you think its dead, make sure.”

The four-star across the table nodded. He knew what I meant. I could tell by the expressions on his face during parts of my story that it was more than a passing interest to him.

The Taliban were recovering from the A10 hit when we came around the bend in front of the camp. The mini guns and auto grenade launchers were throwing fire every where. Dead and dying insurgents were too numerous to do a quick count. When we had control of the immediate area in front of the Camp I sent trucks 3, 4, 5 and 6, 7, 8 to recon each valley but no more than 600 meters, then come back and form the camp defense.

I called into control that we had secured the area and would have a follow up report in a few minutes.

I left only the gunner in the remaining trucks. Soldiers were coming out of the tunnel. The medic and I had started checking those that were lying in front of the tunnel.

I had just stepped out of the truck with my M16 on the ready when I heard from behind “Allah is great”. I turned just in time to take 2 rounds in the heavy vest; a third went through the muscle of my right arm between my elbow and shoulder missing the bones and important things. A short burst from my rifle and several others ended that problem and four insurgent lives.

I asked an army private who was in charge. He responded, “The captain, but he is wounded and not in good shape. Who is in charge in your group?” he asked.

“I am, take me to your captain. I want a complete report.” I called for the medic to follow.

Once inside I told the medic I had been shot in the arm as I was taking the jacket and armor off. I took my shirt off the sleeve was wet with my blood. I didn’t have a bra on, it was just too damn hot under all the gear. Of course the audience grew and got quiet and the moral went up ten notches.

The medic said, “You need a surgeon to do this.”

“Well that is you. Clean it and stitch it up best you can.” I replied.

“The only thing I have for the pain is morphine. It’s going to knock you out.” He replied.

“No morphine, I know you have Advil; give me a triple dose and some gauze to bite on and get started, we are pulling out of here in the morning. Captain, give me your report.”

“Thirty five dead, forty five wounded and 20 able to fight.” I nodded I was biting hard on the gauze.

After the medic was finished and I was back dressed I began giving orders. I started with
“Captain I am taking over command of this post.”

“The Army can’t take orders from the Marines,” he replied.

“The Generals can argue about that at my court martial then,” I replied

“Get enough supplies off the truck to feed everybody and make them comfortable for the night. I want your able men to hit the sack; I want them to be able to do guard duty at 1200. I ordered half of mine to do the same. “

I ordered the two medics to work together to reevaluate all the wounded. I ordered my gunners to do an ammo count for the mini-guns and launchers and to pump the fuel from the extra 55 drums into the truck tanks and to save 10 gallons to burn everything we were going to leave behind.

I went outside to call in by satellite phone, to give the report. It was short, sweet and to the point. I gave them the casualty list and that we were going to evacuate the camp at first light and burn anything left unless I was given a direct order not to. This camp was going to require hundreds of soldiers to keep control of the area not the thirty battle ready that were here. The other twenty would need days to recover.

They said they would call back in an hour or less with an update. One of my men handed me a cheap Chinese made walkie-talkie radio – much like construction foreman used on the jobsite with a range of a couple of miles. He had found it when they were clearing bodies in front of the encampment. There was a heated conversation in Arabic going on. I had had enough contact with Afghan guides and women that I understood most of it except when they were arguing.

The fact that I could hear them meant that some of them were close. If they were to be believed they were waiting for more insurgents to arrive during the night. They were working out a plan to attack at day break.

I napped in the truck with the phone on my chest waiting for the call, dreaming of scenarios to keep my command alive.

It was an hour later that the phone rang. The questions began. The voice asked, “How long would it take to make an exit?”

“We have thirty five bodies to load and no body bags; forty five injured, many of them serious, the twenty survivors haven’t had any sleep in so many days they are walking zombies so bad I worry about them even having a weapon in their possession. We have to unload the trucks to even begin. It can be done. It will be near daybreak most likely.” I relayed the information from the radio we had found to end my side of the conversation.

The voice on the phone replied, “We need to check that out. As commander at the scene what are your recommendations” He asked.

“We unload the trucks in a pile to burn it, load up the dead and make ready to bug out tomorrow morning. At first light you have two B52’s cluster bomb the west valley starting 500 meters from the camp.. We load the wounded, the camp survivors and fire the pile during the bombing and return to the remote refueling site where Medivacs are waiting to pick up the wounded.” I replied.

“I will lay it out to the brass” The voice said and the call was cut off.

I stayed outside in the truck so the satellite phone would have a signal while I was waiting on the call. I filled the time between with napping and scanning the valley with the night vision scope. Just to the limit of its range I could see camp fires and men moving around.

It was midnight when the call came in. The voice said,” Major Jones it looks like your intelligence is correct. We have reason to believe that there may be as many as 500 plus coming your way tomorrow. There may be more than the two B52’s you requested. Five hundred of the enemy would be a good day. Make the preparations as you described earlier. Be ready to move after the bombing raid. Good luck Major.”

I responded with, “Thank you Sir, by the way it’s Sergeant Jones.”

“I’m just reading off the note I was handed Sir,” the voice said.

The four-star general across the table broke into a broad smile when I spoke that bit of information.

I ordered the general supplies unloaded from the trucks. The ammo and weapons were going back with us. I ordered the 35 bodies wrapped in their blankets and loaded in two trucks. It was a nasty gut wrenching job but it had to be done. The wounded would be loaded into five trucks.

Every hour I went and scanned the valley to look for any changes in the enemy positions. By 0300 the trucks had been unloaded and everything loaded that we could preload. At 0400 activity picked up in the valley; the Taliban were preparing to move. We were soon going to be left with no option other than to rake the valley with the mini guns as we were withdrawing.

At 0415 the satellite phone rang scaring the hell out of me. The voice said, “Big Bertha 30 is 10 out coming with the music, be ready to rock and roll. Pork Belly 25 is swinging through the valley picking up fresh meat along the way. They are going to do a little jig in the west valley. Call Piglet 5 on apple whiskey baker when you are ready to tango, they are going to dance with you.”

“10-4” I replied.

I hit the mike on my command radio, the call would go out to all the men in my group, “Lock and load the band is going to play keep your head down”

The B52 turbines were overhead and the whistle of falling bombs was in the air before I made it to the tunnel. The walking wounded were heading to their assigned trucks and those too injured to walk were being carried. The last B52 had dropped its load and banked to the left and away, its bombs were still falling as we were finishing the loading. An army corporal and I checked the tunnel to make sure there was no one left behind. I called for a headcount just to double check. Every one was accounted for.

The warthogs burst out of the south valley and turned into the west valley finding targets. Twenty five Gatling guns winding up were as noisy as the bombs it seemed. One of the army 50 cal. destroyed the generator and several incendiary grenades were thrown into the diesel-drenched burn pile.

We had already changed the radios. “Piglet 5, Piglet 5. Baker Box 1 we are ready to tango.”

“Baker Box1, Piglet 5. The music is playing you get to lead. Jones you get to buy the next round at the club.” It was an old buddy Captain Ronald Brubaker.

“I will buy two for the group and several for you, Brubaker.” I replied.

For the next four hours Piglet 5 rotated ahead and behind in a circle and the tanker to stay with the slow trucks. After the four hours we were in a relative secure area. Four hours later we met the Medivacs and transferred all the army injured while fuel was being pumped into the trucks, this time by electric pumps.

My medic came to tell me to go with the wounded to get a surgeon to look after my arm.

“This was my first command. I am going with it through the gate of the compound even if I am dead. Besides the MP’s are waiting for me there, the army wants my blood for over-ruling their Captain.” I replied.

He nodded and we climbed into the trucks to finish our return to the base. We still had the twenty army soldiers with us as our guests. They had been asleep since the trucks started moving, even the dual engines of the A10s didn’t wake them.

I filled out the action and causality reports on the laptop during the last six hours of the trip. The rest of the trip was routine.

The army soldiers first went to the guest quarters for their first hot showers in days and then the chow line.

My men did the same in our own assigned quarters. After my shower I went to the field hospital to have a doctor look at my arm. I was sitting on the exam table with my shirt off, the surgeon poking and prodding on my arm when in walked Army General John Hood.

“I’m looking for Jones,” he said, “The Jones that led the rescue mission to Camp Roberts.”

“Sir, you are looking at her, when we left here it was a supply mission.” I replied.

“Why did you take of command away my captain?” he asked.

“Sir, your captain was seriously injured, his command team dead, I did what I thought was necessary to guarantee a successful outcome of the mission.” I said.

He stood there a minute in thought then said, “Good decision, good mission. I will send a letter for your file,” then he walked away.

When the fog in my mind lifted I looked up from the table; the four-star was smiling.

“I was just coming on duty in the command center that night. I had three stars then. A sergeant doesn’t have authority to request the bombing of their own position. That falls to senior officers. I read the details of the mission, the request and the intelligence. I settled the issue by erasing the Sergeant off your name on the white board and replacing it with Major. You were a Major on the mission board for 10 hours.

All I ever see of the field reports has been white-washed to protect asses so many times that the truth is gone. Your story filled in the blanks and made me feel like I was standing there with you. We owe you and thousands more like you more than we can ever repay,” he said. All the heads at the table agreed.

Carl and I danced one more dance. I needed it; I was an emotional basket case after reliving that part of my life. It was a slow dance; we held each other close. The lights were down; it was the last dance to close down the place. His erection was moving tight against me and I made sure it stayed there. Near the end of the dance he grunted and came in his pants. I had a subdued selfish giggle. I bet it’s been 20 years since he did that, sorry Susan that was one load you won’t get. The dance was finished.

I said, “We need to go. There is a Spanish inquisition waiting for us at home.”

Edit by Alfmeister