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Badass - A Hannah Todd Story
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.
This is the continuing adventures of Hannah Todd. I would strongly recommend you stop reading this and go back and read at least some of "The Bridge" which provides the back story for most of the characters in this story. I know... it's 30 chapters and lots and lots of pages, but I and a small handful of folks think it's pretty good. I have tried to provide some of the history of the characters within Badass so that you can feel like you are getting the full story.
Badass - Part Three
Friday night, and Holly has her big date. Will she score with Mr. Miller, or will it be a washout where she goes down in flames? We've invited Juicy for a late dinner just to calm her down after our aerial ordeal in which she was the hero. The least I could do was feed her dinner after she saved my ass. She's really going to be a great member of the team. And another gal. Well, that's just a bonus in and of itself. And you know me. I always like being around the big girls.
Juicy was a big help as we fed the kids. She jumped right in and started doing dishes. Nobody asked her, but nobody stopped her. Aggie and I were getting the kids and Lizzie served while Bertha dished it out. Holly was upstairs getting ready for her date. I'm sure she gave herself a nice enema and made sure she was trimmed up and ready to go. You know, down there. Lucky Chucky tonight.
After the kids ate, Holly came downstairs to encourage them to take baths and get ready for tablet time and bed. She was stunning. Her black strappy evening dress was short, tied at her neck and cut on a bias. It just screamed, 'look at my tits.' And look at those legs. She was wearing those black four inch heels that nobody can rock like she does. Her statement of tallness. 'No woman in this room is gonna out-tall me.' Is the statement it made. Then Juicy stood up and they were eye to eye.
"Juicy, this is my wife, Holly. Holly, this is June Jurgensen, our new pilot."
"Oh, was that you, June, who flew that whirlybird around here earlier today?"
"That would be me, ma'am."
"And quite a flight it was." I noted. "What an amazing pilot Juicy is. We were attacked by a drone and she got us out of it and took down the damned thing without any armaments. She used the laws of physics and took a well-timed calculated risk. Saved our asses. Lizzie and Caroline were on that flight, too. We're all still shaken up. All that notwithstanding, I still see myself logging a bit of flight time in that bird with Juicy at the wheel."
"I'm not going up in that bird anymore. Not unless it's armed. At least with the mini-guns. I don't foresee needing missiles, although today I would have gone to them first. But those little guns would have come in handy today. Nothin' worse than pulling the trigger and there's nothing there. I know that was your ass that got saved today, but so did mine. And it ain't going up in a gunship without no guns. No more."
"You have my word. I'll contact my lawyer, Linnie Lawrence, and see what we can do to get those things permanently mounted so that we can be ready to go in record time. For an outfit like ours, we should have such equipment. If anyone can get it for us, it's the Lawrences."
"Isn't that the truth," Holly said.
I wanted to speak with Holly before Chuck came to get her. So, while Aggie and Bertha, and Lizzie and Caroline and Juicy took the big ones up for their baths, and tended to the babies, we went into the sunroom and chatted.
"Holly, are you really ready for tonight? I'm worried, but not about your safety. Caroline and Ronnie have the first shift with you. Dom and someone else will be there in the morning to fetch you if you manage to finagle this man into spending the night with you."
"Don't worry about me, Hannah. I'm a big girl and I can handle myself. Especially with two bodyguards up my ass. I..."
"Not worried about that. I'm worried about your expectations. This is a handsome man. And a good one. There's not a lot of them around. And there are plenty of willing females to assist him in meeting his needs. And he travels, Holly. He'll be away from you for long periods of time. There's a lot to consider."
"C'mon, Han. I'm not marrying the guy. I just want a nice dinner and a rousing fuck. Don't worry about my heart. Your wife is not as vulnerable in that area as you might think."
"I just want you to have a good time and get what you want. To be happy, Holly, that's all."
"Then be happy for me, Hannah. Be happy that maybe I can still have a life. Trust me that I am very anxious about tonight. But I won't let it stop me. Anxiety I can cope with. It's the loneliness that drives me to despair."
"Well, we don't want that. You go and have your date. And I hope your game plan works. You deserve something nice in your life. You'll tell me all about it when you get home. Whenever that might be."
When the gals came downstairs, Bertha had her little Ellie to take home to bed. Juicy was carrying Duane, and he held onto her tight until he saw me. Then he went ballistic until she laid him down on the floor and he scurried over to me. Duane is a part of my exercise program. Between him and his father, they work on all the muscle groups. One thing's for sure. They both keep me running.
When Chuck Miller arrived, he knew most of us, so the greetings were cordial and familiar. I introduced him to Juicy and the first thing he did was ask her if she swam. She said she did on occasion but she preferred boxing. She preferred to face her competition head on, face-to-face. He got a kick out of that.
He was nicely dressed in slacks and a sport coat. His jaw snapped open when he saw Holly. Mine would have too. "Not that it's that unusual, but you are simply beautiful tonight."
Well, that ought to start warming up Holly. She smiled at him and then at me. I gave her the thumbs up. And off they went. As they were leaving, I told Chuck that the best part of dinner at the Stottsville is the dessert. Boy, did I get a look from Holly. What a look from such a sweet dessert.
Five minutes after they left, Duane pulled up. Another long day for the captain of the ship. And he looked bone weary. Bertha had taken Ellie home, so Duane's dinner would be on me. He wanted something light, so I made him breakfast for dinner. Eggs and sausage links with some of Bertha's whole wheat bread, toasted.
Danny was in the Closet tonight, and Alec was on inside duty. Archer and another agent, Juan, had the outside duty. Juan was a new team member who hadn't yet done any missions with us. But he was primed and ready. Juan was a Robo. One of those guys who wore that special head piece that allowed them to control drones, see long distances, hear things normal humans can't hear without assistance, and drive vehicles hands free. Not to mention a whole host of other features. Robos are the ultimate nerds. But they are warrior-nerds.
The other new guy on the team, Ali, was a whole other story. Ali was hyperphysical. As the saying goes, his body is a walking weapon. He was the son of Afghan immigrants from the twenty-twenties. His father had been a translator working with the American forces fighting the Taliban. The couple, Ali's parents, fled Afghanistan childless, but became U. S. citizens and had two children. Ali and his sister. Nooria, Ali's sister, was a scholar of some note. Like her father her language skills were exemplary, and she spoke Pashto, Dari, Arabic and Farsi, as well as a number of middle eastern dialects and a smattering of the romance languages. She was super smart and could figure anything out. She was a professor of languages at Columbia.
"What Ali lacked in college credentials, he more than made up for with grit and determination. He did have a degree in languages, but his inventory was not as extensive as his sister's. He knew Pashto and other dialects from Afghanistan. He also knew Spanish. Ali, first and foremost, was a fighter. Mixed martial arts, boxing, wrestling, karate, jiu jitsu and kung fu. He was an expert marksman; an archer and he knew how to handle a knife. Not one to sit idle as he grew up, while others picked on him because of his heritage. He fought back. And he fought back big. In high school, he became known as a bully basher and protector of the meek. He was of average height, but carried himself like he was six foot five. Even the Ninja wouldn't try to take him on. Another great addition to the team. We were growing, and it was close to the number I wanted. I figured if we could have twenty prime operators to do my bidding, I would indeed have my Delta Force and be ready to truly take on the world.
Speaking of taking on the world, It's time for my biggest challenge. After I fed Duane his breakfast for dinner, with his son on his lap, we took little Duane upstairs and put him to bed. One Duane Royce down, and one to go. We stood there together, looking over our little twins as our little boy hunkered down with his stuffed horsey as his sister, the Diva, just slept quietly.
I put my hand on Duane's cheek and drew him to me for a kiss. He got the message loud and clear, but I could tell he was weary. I took him into the bedroom, undressed him, helped him on with his pajamas, and let him do his bathroom routine and I tucked him in. "I'll be up in a minute, my man. See if we can give you a good night's sleep. Or something even better."
Once the Duanes were dealt with I went downstairs to see my girls. I tried my best to get Juicy to stay over, but she felt the need to get home. She had the next three days off and was boxing tomorrow at the gym on Oregon Avenue in South Philly. The same gym that Peggy Olszewski, Herman's girl, goes to. Hmmm.
When June left, it was only me and Lizzie, with Duane asleep and Becca probably the same in the babies' room. Lizzie looked beat, having not really slept last night, but when I asked her to join me in the hot tub, she said she would if I made it worth her while.
"It's been a while, you and me, Liz. Sure. I'll make it worth your while." And we got naked and ran the tub and jumped in. Then we jumped on each other. I even jumped first.
"That's right, Queen Bee, come to me. I've got something for you." And she did. In more than one way did Lizzie have the sharpest tongue on the block. As I sat on the top corner of the tub and spread my legs, Lizzie climbed on board and gave me a pretty fair tongue lashing. No pillows in the hot tub. I stuffed a washcloth in my mouth to stem my moans and cries. And, of course, the cursing. Boy, do I curse when I'm fucking. But not when I've got a rag stuffed in my mouth.
After a good twenty minutes of Lizzie's best, I slid down and wrapped my legs around her and started making out with her. We made a few waves before Lizzie got up on that same corner and I returned the favor. My tongue is pretty sharp too, but it ain't as long as Lizzies. They don't call her Lizzie the Lezzie for nothing. Even the lesbians call her that. She is truly one of a kind. Even in the gay community, she is special.
We were both pretty beat, so we called it a day and Lizzie went off to her room and I climbed in with Duane and wrapped myself around him. Then it was Saturday.
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Saturday was filled with revelations. The first being my man when I first opened my eyes. He was there on the bed, leaning over me with intent in his eyes. I looked over at my supercell sitting on the nightstand and it said five-forty. Oh, boy. Showtime.
I'm gonna say it until it is no longer true, but it starts with a kiss. And how that kiss goes is going to say a lot about how my morning is going to start. His breath smelled sweet. He brushed up. "Oh, please, Duane, let me brush. I don't want to..."
"I do. I want you just the way you are. Stinking in so many ways. Au Naturale. Give me some of that."
And I did. I was givin' it away like a philanthropist at a charity ball. And it was good. He knows just how to play with my breasts so that I get maximum satisfaction. The highway that runs from everywhere to my core is just lit up and I'm humming.
I pushed him off of me and laid him down on his back and took matters in hand. From the sounds coming out of him, I'd say that my oral presentation was having the desired effect. Taking advantage of his pillow prince tendencies, I straddled him and did a series of gentle squats, one right after the other. After a brief time, he got the message that I was in need of more and he grabbed me by the waist, spun us around, and I was on the bed and he was on top. And he wasn't squatting. He was ready to do some push-ups. And push-ups he did. Thank goodness for the pillow. I almost didn't get it in time. Yes, there were orgasms. He had one. I had several. Se-ver-al.
We finished just in time for Georgia to come knocking on our bedroom door. I was just brushing up and Duane was getting into the shower. I hoped to join him, but it looks like Peach put the kibosh to that.
Then Lizzie came running by with Georgie and the Peach went a runnin'. Looks like mama's gonna get the shower she wants. I closed and locked the bedroom door and jumped into the shower with Duane. "Do your back, sweetheart?"
"Only if I can do your front."
"You're my world, man. You can do my everything."
"C'mere you." And he pulled me into him and I was soaked. Hair and all. And it isn't even a hair wash day. Well, this is all bullshit. I'm cutting it. Like Gloria Tuttlehill length. Enough already. Queen Bee's busy. Got enough to do. Off with it. And when it got all up in my face, it was an obstacle between my lover and me. And I accept no obstacles in that arena.
We didn't fuck. But we had a great time getting cleaned up. And I got the satisfaction of knowing it was me that got him clean from head to toe. It's the weekend and we'll find a time and a place for fucking.
Before I went downstairs for breakfast, I knocked on Holly's bedroom door. No answer. I guess I'm not the only one who got lucky. When I got downstairs, still no Holly. I guess she got very lucky. That was confirmed when I got a call on my supercell from my somewhat estranged wife.
"Hannah."
"Yes, my darling. How did your night go? Not that I have to ask."
"It went well."
"Well?"
"Actually, better than well. Would you mind if I didn't come home tonight? Chuck wants to do some things today, and I'd like to..."
"I'll bet you'd like to. Holly, I have no problem. Just clear it with Celeste and I'm on board. I wanted to go see Gloria today anyway and I'll take the kids swimming. Celeste never has a problem with that."
"Amen to that. I think that would be great, Han. Thank you so much."
"No, Holly. Thank you for making such good progress. I know you have worked hard to make a comeback and I think you are here."
"After last night, I have to agree with you. For that I thank you, as well."
"That good?"
"Better. Better than ever."
"Oh my. And your heart?"
"My heart will be fine. We're keeping it casual, but I think we're heading in the right direction."
"Slow and steady, my love. Talk to Celeste and call me back."
Breakfast was waffles with fresh fruit Bertha traded for with a farmer with greenhouse after greenhouse of fruits. The money crop was their blueberries, strawberries, boysenberries, and raspberries. They also had great success with melons of all sorts. He had two warehouse sized greenhouses just for citrus fruits; lemons, limes, grapefruit and a variety of oranges. Indoor groves that bore small, but tasty, fruit.
Celeste came up to me as I was delving into the delicious dish Bertha put in front of me.
"Mommy Hannah. I talked to mommy. She's going to be away today. I hope she's alright. I worry about mommy. She's not tough like you and me."
Could I eat this kid up, or what?
"Ceece, mommy is with Mr. Miller. They've developed a friendship."
"Yeah, he really likes mommy. And I think she likes him too."
"You know, sweety, relationships are different between people as adults. I know that you know that, but as smart as you are, it takes even the smartest of us years of experience to figure it all out."
"Well, I'm almost ten, and everyone says I'll be ten going on eighteen. So, I understand these things."
I just want to pick her up and hug her all over. She is so adorable and so damned smart.
"Well, we're going to your friend Harriet's for swimming. I just assumed you would be joining us."
"Now, Mommy Hannah, you know what you do when you assume."
"Why are you so cute? You're such a wise guy. Go roust your brother and sister. Time to swim."
She beat it right out of that room and in a minute I could hear the clopping of shoes as the kids ran upstairs to get ready, Lizzie on their tails.
"Call Gloria."
"Hannah. What's up, girlfriend?"
"We're on our way in fifteen minutes. The kids are revving up now."
"Good, Little Lily Chu and Arabella Rivera are already here and Kimmie's got them all swimming laps. As long as they leave Harry alone we'll be good."
"Is Rapper Malone on today?"
"Do shoes have shine?"
"Yours do, my sister. Then I'll see you even sooner. Ronnie's driving and you know how he is behind the wheel."
"Just be careful and keep your eyes open. Guess who just showed up?"
"The Untermyers?"
"No, but they are expected. It is my week and I've got all the kids. I'm having it catered, so you'll be well fed. Chuck and Holly just showed up."
"Oh, won't Celeste be happy? Good. Make sure it's not a hit and run. Hold her there till CeeCee gets hold of her."
"Consider it done. See you in a minute."
Bertha, Becca, and Aggie had the babies under control. With that little crew, you needed one-on-one service or you could quickly get overwhelmed. That left me free time to go watch the kids swim and maybe take a little us time with my man. We had dinner plans with Herman and Peggy tonight, but the afternoon is free.
We pulled up to the Tuttlehill house, and the kids ran immediately to the pool building, which housed a full two lane Olympic sized pool among other accommodations. The virtual twin to the one being built at our house.
The kids were all splashing around and my two were in the pool in a flash. Or should I say, a splash? All except Celeste, who attacked her mommy with hugs and kisses. Holly fought back with kisses of her own. She looked great.
When Celeste ran to jump into the pool, I pulled Holly aside to get caught up on what happened last night.
"Hannah, he was so gentle. He's so strong, but the way he uses his strength is so different than any man I've ever been with. The man knows a bit about foreplay. I'll tell you that. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to be ready. But when the time came, I was more than ready. I'm so happy."
"I can't remember the last time I heard those words pass through your lips. I'm so happy for you."
"Chuck's heading south for two weeks. Thank you for allowing me the chance to have more time with him. Especially that precious alone time."
"To be honest with you, I'm gonna catch a little of that time myself this afternoon. Ronnie and Car are staying with the kids and Herman and Peggy are on their way, so the kids will be well babysat. Danny's around doing house duty and he'll follow us around, so we will be well tended. How were the boys with you last night?"
"If they weren't so big, you'd hardly know they are there."
"Well, as long as you are out of the house there will never be less than two of my best with you. No offense to Mr. Miller, but I'm sure he is not trained to take on a small army."
"You're such a love, Hannah, to protect me so. I never feel vulnerable. Especially when Domingo is around."
"Yeah, but he's my teddy bear. Just don't tell anyone."
"They wouldn't believe me, anyway."
"What do you two have planned?"
"Well, Chuck wanted to spend an hour with Harry, both in the pool and motivationally. He's a real rah-rah kind of guy and really lifts you up. It has for me. He's so good at it that it makes me wonder if it's real or just the same old act."
"Don't dismiss good behavior, in whatever form you find it. Especially with a man. They are predictable, but can be stubborn. You have to work that out of them."
"Oh? Is that what you've done with Duane."
"Talk about a stubborn one. But, yes. I've made some inroads. You have to have seen it."
"Unfortunately for Duane, everyone has seen it. Not your best suit, Hannah. I can see how sad you make him sometimes when you bring him down a peg for no good reason. And not just him. Men in general. It's your M. O."
"I'm sorry you feel that way. I had no idea..."
"Oh, don't give me that bullshit, sister. You see it, but you continue to do it. You really should spend some time with Lu. Get you a checkup from the neck up."
"Ya think?"
"Oh, yeah. Therapy is grand. Look what it's done for me. Do you think I could have had the time I had last night without months and months of therapy?"
"I have to admit, you're right. You have come soooo far."
"I don't know about all of your demons, darling Hannah, but I know enough to know they haunt you. And that makes me uneasy. For you and for all of us. Go to Lu. Get clean."
"Clean from what?"
"Your addiction."
"What addiction? The only drug I use is cannabis, and I drink in moderation. What kind of addition?"
"Your addiction to power. It's got you under its spell, Hannah."
"Power? I'm not addicted to it. I hate it. I hate that it comes down to me making these decisions that end up being earth shattering for someone. Or many someones. I'm not addicted to power, Holly, it's responsibility I'm addicted to. And it's like a drug that I must do. Do you understand that?"
"I think we are talking semantics here, my love. Whatever you want to call it, we will all be better served if you deal with it."
"Alright. I'll see Dr. Como and get my brain shrunk. If it's good enough for my Holly, it's good enough for me. C'mere, my amazon." And we gave each other a big hug and a kiss on the lips. And off she ran to be with Celeste, as Herman and Peggy came walking in the door. Both Celeste and Holly went to greet them.
"Hannah, Hannah, come here. Come see Bull."
It was Gloria, and she had the little man in her arms. Little, ha. He's a bruiser like my little Duanee. While we were nursing, we would tell 'my tits are so sore' jokes to each other.
"How sore are your breasts?"
"So sore they beg for mercy every time Duane Royce, Jr. shows up."
But those days are done. And my breasts are back in working order and in fighting shape, if a little saggier than before.
I took little Hannibal off her hands and she shook her arms out from the stress of carrying the twenty-pound wiggle worm around. A break for my billionaire buddy. Her personal bodyguard was never far from her. No more than twenty feet at any given time, usually closer to five feet.
"How are you doing, Rapper?" I asked, concerned about how one of my new team members was holding up as Gloria Tuttlehill's personal bodyguard and clandestine dominant.
"Never better, Miss Todd."
"Good. I want my people happy with their work. It makes for satisfied clients. Right Glorius?"
"If Rapper is happy, I'm happy. Your people are the very best, Hannah. I've never felt more secure, or better taken care of. If you know what I mean."
"Oh, I know. As long as nobody else does."
"You'll be happy to know we have been very discreet."
"I don't know if you'd call disappearing for a month with a man who is not your husband discreet, but I haven't heard any buzz, and that's good. I know you won't hear anything from my people."
"You're right. I haven't heard a peep from them. They just do their jobs and make us feel safe. Right now, the distraction of my tattoos has been enough to keep them off our scent. The paparazzi are trying to have a field day with that, but your people have kept their noses out of what they really shouldn't see. As you can see, I am sporting my tats with pride instead of shame. By the time the Olympics rolls around, they will be a non-issue. Thanks to Rapper."
"How is the whole Olympics thing going?"
"Well, Harry is number four in the country in the one hundred meter backstroke and number two at the two hundred meter. Chuck says she is going either first string or as a back up this time around. We are already booked and the whole family and a dozen of your people will be coming with us to Mexico. Are you coming?"
"I'm working on it. It's this summer and there is so much to be done before then. But I am planning to make the effort. I think I'll put Holly in charge of that. She's making a big comeback and I think this could be the cherry on top for her. So coordinate with her. I know for sure Celeste will be going. Holly wants her in an Olympic environment as soon as possible to further motivate her. Not that she needs it."
"No, that little one needs no additional incentives to go. Just the chance to see Harry swimming in the Olympics is more than enough. We could even get her into swim in the waters that the Olympians swim in. That would get her going."
"Yeah, maybe I should check with Holly today before she and Chuck disappear."
As I approached Holly, Herman cannon-balled into the pool and the kids went wild. Yes, he makes a splash. And his paramour jumped in right after him, blowing everyone's mind. Peggy had been a non-swimmer when she met Herman, but after many hours in the pool together, she has become a proficient swimmer. Not excellent, but sufficient to hold Herman's attention.
"Holly?"
"Yes, Hannah."
"Gloria told me that they are already scheduled to go to the Olympics, and..."
"So are we. I've got a block of rooms and all I need is a final headcount. So far, I have booked accommodations for ten. We'll also need more, especially for bodyguards, but I have option for another ten for now. But that window is closing soon so I'm going to need your final count. Celeste and I will definitely be going. Harriet insisted that her CeeCee be there and Hilly too."
"I will talk to Duane today and finalize everything with him."
"Good, then tomorrow I will finalize everything. I haven't made travel arrangements yet, but am hoping..."
"Aren't you going private with Gloria?"
"I'd rather we handle our own travel arrangements. Maybe Duane can fly us down there. I'll also talk to him about getting a group of bodyguards down there early in anticipation of our arrival. If that's okay with you."
"Frankly, I'm so glad you are handling this. On so many levels, Holly, it's wonderful to have you back. I'll talk to Duane and let you know tomorrow."
"Good. Chuck is waving to me. We've got to go. He has another back stroker he wants to see today and then we will have some more alone time before he brings me home in the morning."
"You go, and have your alone time. I'm happy for you, Hol. Don't ever forget how much your happiness means to me."
"Nobody ever had a more wonderful wife. You are too good to me, Hannah. I love you."
"And I love you right back." And I gave her a big hug and a smack on the lips and off she went.
Duane showed up, just as CeeCee was laying waste to all the younger kids in the pool as they all attempted to beat her at the one-hundred-meter free style. Of all the littles, Celeste and my two were the only ones to make the full hundred meters, the others crapping out before completion.
Duane was talking to Herman who was watching the kids swim, so I went up to Peggy who I hadn't seen in a while just to catch up. Well, not just to catch up. I had a question for her.
"Nice cannonball, Peg. Did Herman teach you that one?"
"Oh yeah. He taught me alright. He picked me up one day and threw me into the middle of the pool at the deep end. What choice did I have but to pop up to the top and start swimming. He's an excellent teacher. Among other things."
"Oh?"
"Oh, yeah. He's definitely my Romeo. And a hell of a sparring partner."
"Speaking of sparring partners, we recently added a new member of our team and you may know her. She goes to the same gym as you, and she boxes."
"A woman who boxes on your team. I'd say that's a wise move."
"Yeah, her name is June Jurgensen. They call her..."
"Juicy. Yeah. I know Juicy. But I won't fight her."
"Oh. Why not?"
"She's too fuckin' tough. I've seen her do beat downs on men. She is relentless and is known around the gym as the toughest bitch in the place. Nobody in our gym wants to fight her and she even has a hard time getting female sparring partners. Good to know she's on our side."
"Did you know she flies?"
"I knew she was a Marine, but didn't know about flying. Is that what she is doing for you?"
"Mostly, but she is detailed to the Riveras for now watching that little one over there. Little Miss Arabella. She's off today, but tomorrow she's back on duty."
"You do have the best people, Hannah. Herman always says that."
"And he is a big reason our people are so good. He and Duane review all applicants and only take the best. Look around. We have a shitload of bodyguards around today, not just for the Tuttlehills. There are our guys watching my kids, Polly's kids, Patty Chu's little girl, and all of them are our guards. This pool house may be the safest place in Chester County today."
"Well, we are taking Celeste after swim and we are going down to Kennett and we'll be at your house for dinner tonight. Holly has been wonderful about letting us watch CeeCee and has gotten past her jealous streak regarding me and Herm. Herman is like a father to Celeste and I've never seen a man do a better job of it. I'm just glad she stopped being jealous of me. I'm no competition. Not for the love he has for her."
"I'm glad you no longer feel the need to compete with Celeste for Herman's affection. I truly think you've got him wrapped up."
"Yeah, but do you think I have a chance at him putting a ring on it?"
"I think you have every chance. As long as you continue to have Celeste's blessings. Which I can assure you she will give. Just be patient. Herman is a slow-moving storm. You're going to hear a lot of thunder before the lightning strikes."
"Well, if he doesn't pop soon, I may have a little lightning myself. I may just go ahead and ask him."
"Don't. Let him make the first move. But keep doing what you're doing. I've never seen him so entranced with a lady as he is with you. Even when you are no lady."
"Yeah, being a lady is not my strong suit, but I'm trying."
"Let me go. I've got some of my own business with Mr. Royce today. See you at home for dinner."
"You get on with your business, young lady. See you tonight."
I called my kids over and gave them hugs and kisses and off I went with Duane to his place. It was quickly becoming my favorite place to spend time in my happy place.
Not being particularly pressed for time, we made our way up to his bedroom which had sat unused since our last amorous event and stripped each other down. Slow and sexy. That's how it all went. At least for a while. His first kiss was warm and sexy but desperately in need of a second. That one was more passionate and even sexier. Then came the kiss that counted. That's when our tongues met and did a little kissing of their own.
Duane took his favorite route, down my body to the center of my core. His tongue took me to the places I love to go. He is such a cunning linguist. But he left me wanting more.
After extracting his tongue from my twat, he moved up and gave me a quick sample of what I taste like, before giving me a really good example of what he feels like. And when he feels good, I feel incredible. As we made out, he gave me a swift finger banging that brought me to the first of many climaxes. Making love to Duane Royce is like watching an action film where the action never stops until the final resolution. And he never stops. Not until I tell him to. When his dick has been satisfied, there are always those fabulous fingers, and that talented tongue. Oh, glory be.
After almost an hour of making every kind of love, I brought things to a screeching halt with "Enough already. I want to be able to walk on my own tonight."
He got his, I got mine, and it was time for pillow talk. After declaring for the hundredth time how much we love each other, I brought up the Olympics.
"Duane. The Olympics are right around the corner. Holly has booked us rooms, but she is concerned about transportation."
"How long are we going for?"
"I figured a week, during the swimming competitions. We definitely want to see Harriet, and Ceece wants to see the breast strokers as well."
"Give me the dates and who all is going and I will fly us down. Are the Tuttlehills coming with us?"
"No, they have contracted a plane and pilot and Gloria asked me the same thing."
"No, we go separately. I want my own plane down there and we will take the corporate jet we lease with two other security firms. They will have to step aside for that time. I'll check with Gloria on the dates."
"No, check with Holly. She's got the accommodations booked. And how many are we?"
"You know that better than I."
"Well, I figure us, my two big ones, Holly and Ceecee, Herman and Peggy, and maybe four guards. I want all of them to be team members. I want to leave Caroline and Ronnie back to run things at the house."
"Nah, I want Ronnie with me as my co-pilot. Let's leave Alec and Dom, the two dads, in charge at home. Avi can step in to run herd at RFS and Lizzie and Les McKelly can watch Recovery and Acquisitions. For a week we could survive that."
"Fair enough. I'll let Holly know about the numbers and you take care of flights and storage of the plane in Mexico. Now, why don't you kiss me some more before we have to go home for dinner. And to see the babies, of course."
Kissing is never a problem with Duane, and he really seems to enjoy kissing me. Well, I'm really good with that and it turned out to be a full-blown make-out session. I was ready for more loving, but Duane needed more recharge time. There's always tonight, I guess.
When our lips could stand no more, we jumped into the shower and cleaned ourselves up, dressed up and off we went, with Danny at the wheel. He had been outside in the car watching our backs the entire time. Him and that pigeon drone that Herbert controlled from and observed from The Closet at my place.
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Dinner with Herman and Peggy was at a new restaurant in the area called 'The Mushroom Farmer' in Kennett Square. They specialized in mushroom based dishes with an otherwise farm to table menu. The owner and chef had worked at a Michelin four-star restaurant and brought his talents to bear here, where mushrooms were varied and abundant. From commonplace to rare.
Dinner was great, and Seitan steak and roasted mushrooms was the best thing I've eaten, outside the home, in a long time. And of course, the company was great. Watching Herman and Peggy go at it is better than watching TV. But then, what's not better than that?
When the boys started talking about work it was time for Peggy and I to hit the little girl's room.
"So, Peg, it looks like you two are getting along pretty well. He's spending more and more time at your place. How are you with that?"
"I'm great with it. My mom's even better with it. She loves when Herman is around. She says she feels so safe. He's become quite the legend on my block. When neighbors are having trouble with the local riff raff they tell my mother and she tells Herman. Then... no more trouble. What a man?"
"You're preachin' to the choir, sister. I always feel safe around Herm. And between you and Celeste, I've never seen him more satisfied with life. There is very little that bothers him, and he didn't use to be like that. So much used to get to him, but now that you are keeping him tuned up and all he's a lot less of a nerve ending.
"Well, I'm still scared of fucking up and losing him. I wish he'd seal the deal already and ask me to marry him. I want him so bad, Hannah. He's truly one of a kind."
"Again, preach sister. I'm a fan and have been for years now."
"Well, if he doesn't do something soon, I'm going to. I just don't want to spook him."
"Don't ask. Let me work him over a bit. See if I can shake some jewelry from the man for you."
"Don't shake too hard. I don't want him running away. I'd rather take him as he is than lose him because I'm a pushy bitch."
"I don't know. Pushy bitches go far. Look at me."
"Yeah, but you're special. You're the queen bee."
"How do you think I became the queen bee?"
"Yeah, but you have a man who loves you beyond all reason. The way he looks at you. It's beyond romantic."
"And I've seen the way Herman looks at you. You're a hot property, Peg, and your man knows it. He ain't goin' anywhere."
"That's my prayer, every day, Han."
"Have you told him you love him?"
"Only a thousand times. And he tells me all the time. We have never made love when he didn't tell me a dozen times that he loves me."
"Well then I'd say you should expect something. I'll bet before we go to the Olympics you'll be sportin the biggest diamond you ever saw."
"Boy, I hope so. I love him so much, Hannah."
"So much that it hurts?"
"At least."
"Yep, that's love alright. Do you want me to get involved? I can either drop little hints or just drop the hammer on him."
"Oh, no. Please don't. It's gotta come from him. Here he comes."
"Call the house. Rouse the kids, were gonna do a moonlight swim at the Tuttlehills'. There's a full moon out tonight and everyone should be in the pool. Vampire swim night, to celebrate our all going to the Olympics."
"And who is going to tell Gloria Tuttlehill that this is happening in her pool house?"
"Done. Asked and answered. They will be joining us."
"It's the party that never ends."
"Let's hope it never ends."
We stopped at home and got into our suits with warm cover ups as the evenings are still getting cool. Anthony and one of the other guards pulled up the other Navigator and in went the kids, along with Lizzie who would not be left out. Bertha and Aggie, as always, held the fort with the help of Mac, Bertha's husband. Just to give her a break, Becca came with us.
Harriett and Hilly were there to greet us and Kimmie ran to the car as the kids started to pour out of it. Celeste, of course, in the lead. But Herman was the first one into the pool. Followed by Harry and then Celeste, then everyone else. Including the queen bee.
Herman approached us after splashing with the kids, and throwing my Georgie six feet in the air in the deep end of the pool. He laughed when he came up from the big splash and just kept swimming. That's my little man.
"Peggy," Herm said, "I need to talk to Hannah for a minute. Business."
"Just as long as it's not monkey business, that's fine with me."
"No, but it's important. It's a conversation we need to have alone."
"Okay." And she cannonballed into the deep end of the pool, like she'd been doing it all her life.
We took a walk outside where we could have some privacy and with a big smile on his face, he let me in on his news.
"Han, I'm gonna ask Peggy to marry me. Do you think she'll be receptive to that? We've been getting along so well, and..."
"Yes. But I think there should be some jewelry involved in your proposal."
"Done. She's a big girl and I got her a big ring with an even bigger diamond."
"So, when do you intend to propose?"
"Well, I already asked Celeste and she was really happy about it. I also asked Peggy's mother and she was even happier. Everyone is keeping their mouths shut. I'm especially proud of CeeCee. For a kid it's amazing how she gets it."
"Yes. She is a very special one. And when is this happy event going to transpire?"
"Actually, I have the ring with me, and if it's okay with you, I'd like to propose as soon as possible."
"Do it now. Go. Go ask her."
He went out to the car and reappeared with a ring box. Peggy was hanging on the edge of the pool and he reached down to grab her hand and pull her out. No easy feat, but if you're Herman Krass, no easy feat is your greatest strength.
No sooner had her feet landed on the pool deck, dripping wet and with her long hair sticking to her head and face, Herman dropped to one knee and looked up at her. Her mouth shot open and when he revealed the box with a beautiful gold ring with the biggest Marquise shaped diamond I have ever seen, tears formed in her eyes. And the crowd started to gather around them.
"Peggy Olszewski, you are the woman of my dreams. To say that I love you is more than words. It is a commitment I wish to make for the rest of my days. If there is a better woman out there, I haven't met her. I know for a fact that there is no better woman for me. Marry me, Peggy, and be my wife. Nothing on this earth would make me happier."
"Yes. Oh yes, Herman Krass. I will be your wife. I-I-I have never been happier."
And he slid that big ring on her equally big finger and she held it to her heart and the tears started to flow. Everyone let out a rousing cheer, and Celeste approached them as they clung to each other and kissed. She wrapped her arms around them and gave them a big hug. Herman lifted her up and holding her in his arms, gave both of his girls a big hug.
As any new fiancé might do, Peggy was flashing her ring around. Gloria said she'd never seen anything more beautiful. Herman added, "Only it's wearer is more beautiful." Oh boy, someone's getting laid tonight. And when women are concerned, the sex is always better with jewelry. Especially this piece.
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