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"It's just not right," Nora said. David's trip into her father's future upset her, probably more than anyone gathered to deal with what David had witnessed, including her father. "David, you shouldn't be messing around in anyone's past or future. You said yourself that you could alter the past or future with your time trips. It's just not right. You're not God. You're a man, and you shouldn't be messing around in God's bailiwick."

"Whoa, Nora. What I do isn't close to God-like. What I do is unique, but I can't create a heaven or an earth. I can't say, 'Let there be light, ' and have light appear unless I flip a light switch at the same time. Get a grip. We're dealing with science here, not theology. We're dealing with time and space and how we fit in the universe we occupy."

He paused and, after exhaling a loud sigh, continued, "Nora, I don't believe my time trips can alter the past. I can only witness the past. So far, while I'm witnessing someone's past, my consciousness has not allowed me to do anything that would alter the future, either. Time paradoxes can happen, I guess, but only in the future, not in the past. Time paradoxes in the past just don't pass the logic test; they become circular. Take the movie The Terminator, for example. If Schwarzenegger, in the form of a mean cyborg, actually succeeded and eliminated the heroine to prevent her from conceiving a son, who as a man led the future's resistance movement, then no reason would have existed to send a terminator back in time in the first place. But if no terminator traveled back in time, and the heroine did in fact give birth to a baby boy, then a terminator would need to be sent back in time to kill the heroine. Circular. Around and around it goes, and it goes nowhere. Makes no sense. But it was a good action movie, and Schwarzenegger made a hell of a villain, so few paid any attention to the flawed logic of its premise. The director of the movie Back to the Future had the same problem, and he tried to handle it by implying Marty McFly would be erased from history if he didn't get his future parents together so he'd be born. Erasing history doesn't pass the logic test, either; it only masks the circular premise."

"Nevertheless," Nora said, "You can alter the future."

"Not while time tripping - so far. I believe I only witness one of many possible futures, and we're taking steps right now to make certain the future I saw never comes to pass. In other words, whenever I witness someone's possible future, if I do nothing or say nothing to anyone about what I saw, the future I saw might happen."

"You told Denise and Colleen about a baby in their future," Nora said.

"Yes, and how they react to what I witnessed, what they do or anyone else does who knows what I saw can change what I saw. Right now Denise and Colleen are thinking about a baby they will love and cherish in the not too distant future, and they'll probably take steps to make what I saw a reality - a self-fulfilling prophecy, if you will. If I refuse to grant Denise's request, perhaps she'll select another man as the father of the child she so desperately wants. Perhaps while Denise waits for a definitive answer from me, Denise and Colleen will become impatient and decide not to wait, and Colleen will become the mother of the child I saw with them. Perhaps they'll do nothing, and the scene I witnessed won't come to pass. The possibilities are infinite. How anyone reacts, including me, to any scene I witness in the future can alter that future. Because everyone here can change what I saw in Joe's future, I'm not the only one who can change the future. You're changing the future, too, Nora. All of us are, and none of us are messing around in God's bailiwick. Every choice each of us makes, everything we do every minute of every day alters the future."

"Maybe," Nora said. "I still don't like it."

Frustrated with Nora, David glanced at his wristwatch. "I must phase out. The meeting between Bello and Frisk has started already." He stood up. At the French door leading to his mother's patio, he turned. "Joe, you're doing the right thing. Change everything I saw. Don't let it happen. I'm like you. I'm not interested in a future without Nora in it."

After David left, Joe and Carol wandered off, leaving Nora with Darla and her baby.

"You were pretty hard on him, Nora," Darla said. "Why? He had your best interests at heart."

Nora frowned. "I know. I've come to accept his flights of consciousness as long as he stays in the here and now, but time tripping really bothers me. It's just so... scary. Your mother doesn't like him wandering around in her past, and she told him if he ever visited her in the future that she didn't want to know about it, so I'm not the only one disturbed by the trips."

"Is that why you're so adamantly against him traveling through time? Are you afraid of the future or don't want him to know something that happened in your past, or both?"

"Both, but mostly I'm concerned about the past. I'm not proud of everything I've done, Darla. I'm afraid if he witnesses some of the things I've done he won't love me anymore." There I've said it, Nora thought. I didn't say it to David, but Darla will tell him. Tears stung her eyes.

"Ah, now I understand," Darla said compassionately. "I grew up with his trips. For a long time, I tried not to do anything I thought would destroy his love and respect, but I soon realized love doesn't work that way."

"I was a slut, Darla. I fucked around; I mean I really fucked around. I dated a lot my senior year in high school, and fucked almost every boy or man who asked me out. As you can imagine, I got asked out a lot. I started playing around with group sex the summer after I graduated high school when I fucked two boys my age, not once either, but a bunch of times, and when they invited a couple of their buddies to join us, I didn't mind in the least. Then I went to college and really blossomed. Faye, my roommate was bisexual, and I discovered I enjoyed sex with women, too. I attended a few college-style orgies and was the belle of the bedroom at some fraternity parties. At one of those parties, early in my sophomore year, I took on a bunch of fraternity brothers, and some of them wanted me more than once. It was the mother all gangbangs, and I loved it! A few days later I discovered I had the clap. Talk about a wakeup call! I knew it could have been worse, like syphilis or aids, so I put my sluttishness behind me and became extremely discriminating. I haven't been a slut since, and I'll never be a slut again. I'm rambling, I know, but the last thing I want David to see is the mother of all gangbangs with me at the center of it all."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. "That was then. I'm not the same person anymore, but if he sees me take on half the college boys in a fraternity house plus a few of the female guests who joined the fun, he won't love me anymore. I know he won't. He couldn't because I wasn't loveable then, and I don't want him to see me like I was because I want him to love me. I want him to love me because I'm so in love with him it hurts, and I'm scared, Darla."

She sniffed and brushed the tears from her face with the back of her hand. "I'm highly sexed. I haven't been truly satisfied sexually since my wild days, not until I met David. He can satisfy me all by himself, and then I figured out I wasn't the only one he was having sex with. He was having sex with you and Carol, and I didn't see how I could compete with the two of you for his love. After Pops and I made love, everything came together for me; finally, I understood. I didn't need to compete. If David were like me, he could love you and his mother and still love me, because I could love both Pops and David at the same time. Then all of us got together this weekend. I wasn't a slut, but I had sex with everybody, and I loved every second of it, and I'm rambling again. What am I to do, Darla? How can I stop him from visiting my past and seeing what a slut I was?"

"You can't, but it doesn't matter. I'll say it again. Love doesn't work that way. Love is lot more than sex, and part of love includes compassion and understanding. David loves you. If he witnesses the mother of all gangbangs, as you called it, he'll still love you. Heck, knowing David, it'll probably turn him on. That event, in part, made you the kind of person you are today, the person David loves. Let me ask a few questions. Did you get into drugs?"

"No. Oh, I experimented a little, but I didn't like feeling out of control. I never did much drinking for the same reason."

"Did you take money for sex?"

"No! I said I was a slut; I didn't say I was a whore."

"Have you had sex with someone and then blackmailed him?"

"Of course, not. I just fucked around, Darla. I fucked around because it was fun and felt good. I wasn't a slut because I lacked self-esteem, either, like a few other sluts I've known. I fucked around because I adored fucking, still do. That never changed. Even after contracting a venereal disease, I didn't stop enjoying sex, I just stopped falling on my back and spreading my legs for any reasonably attractive man or woman who wanted me."

"Then you're wrongly equating being a slut with being evil. Sex in and of itself isn't evil, even a lot of it with a lot of different partners. Unless sex is used for evil purposes, it isn't evil at all. It's beautiful. You aren't an evil person, Nora. You just like sex. Big deal. Like you, David adores sex. David abhors evil. If you were evil, he'd know it. By most standards you were immoral, still are, but you were never evil. By most standards David and I are immoral, too, but neither of us is evil. David loves you. Stop doubting him, and accept his love. I know David, and I know he loves you as deeply as you love him. You've got the rascal hogtied and branded, to use one of Joe's phrases. Lighten up and quit worrying so much. Okay?"

"I'll try," Nora said with a waxen smile. She sighed deeply. "Thanks for listening. I needed to talk with someone."

"Anytime, Nora. You and I will soon be sisters, one way or the other, or both. Most likely, there will be times I'll need your attentive ear, too."

"Anytime."

"You need a hug, don't you?"

"Uh-huh."

The hug was tender and sweet. Suddenly Nora realized she considered Darla a friend, and Nora didn't have many friends. She'd been too career oriented, too careful in her relationships.

"Thank you, Darla. I want you to know that besides being a phenomenal lover and a soon to be sister, more importantly you're a friend, and I need a friend right now more than anything."

"I know what you mean. Yeah, we're friends, and I need a friend now as much as you. Tell David about your fears, Nora. Tell him just like you told me. He'll understand. I promise."

"Maybe."

They met in what looked like a well-appointed boardroom accessed through a rusted steel door from a dirty office in a warehouse owned by a mob front. Inch-thick walnut decorated the walls, and plush Berber carpet covered the concrete slab floor. Six large executive chairs surrounded a walnut conference table, and a well-stocked bar was available on the left side of the room.

Bello was waiting when Frisk arrived late, and David arrived with Frisk. After pouring brandy into a snifter, Frisk slumped into a chair, setting his closed briefcase on the boardroom table in front of him.

"Did you have him killed, Vincent?" Frisk asked and sipped the brandy.

"No. The old man ordered the hit without consulting me. He didn't tell me until the hit had taken place. I wanted to strangle his wrinkled, old neck. He's got to go. I'm tired of covering for him."

"Not good, Vincent. Not good. Why? Why did the Don order the hit?"

"I made the mistake of telling the geriatric fuck about a call I received from my informant with the FBI." Bello detailed what the informant had told him, and added, "Maldonado decided Royce was out to get me, and because I didn't react, the old man ordered the hit. If he'd discussed the situation with me, I'd have stopped him. Some of the information Stuart - he's my informant - gave me was bogus, and if some of it was false, all of it was suspect. After the hit, I received a call from the same women who'd called Stuart; at least, I think it was the same woman. She told me Royce wasn't alone in the plot to take me down, that he was receiving his marching orders from James. What a hoot! Can you imagine Royce under James's thumb? Never happen. Someone is messing with us, Clarence."

"I agree." Frisk told him about the calls to Sean and Matt made from Frisk's home. "The person giving us a bad time has to be associated with Boynton in some way. None of these problems existed before we set up the contract on Boynton. Do you think Black is involved?"

Yes! David exclaimed silently. If the director did what I suggested and wired this place for sound, the FBI now has all the evidence needed to arrest Boynton's killers.

"No. I considered him because, like you, I noticed the link to Boynton's death and the start of our troubles, but Black doesn't have the brains or the imagination to be Cyber Deep Throat. He's not even an exceptional hit man. He took care of Boynton for us, but we had to place Boynton at a certain place at a certain time so Black could do the job." Bello paused and sipped his drink. "I wanted to meet with you, Clarence, to get your take on how the other cabal members will react to Royce's death. Do I need to surround myself with more bodyguards than I already have? Will you and the other members of the group put a contract out on me because the old man fucked up?"

Clarence gave Bello a stern look. "You're responsible, Vincent. You're organization made the hit, and our old friend is dead because you didn't control your organization."

"I understand. What can I do to make amends? I can't bring Royce back, but I can make sure the old man never fucks up again. I can promise Maldonado won't last out the week. Will that help?"

"Perhaps. The real problem is Cyber Deep Throat. You're responsible for our security, and frankly, Vincent, I, for one, don't feel very secure right now." Frisk watched Bello's expressions carefully and opened his briefcase.

"I'm responsible for security, Clarence, but I don't provide bodyguard services for the cabal members, and I resent your implication. I handle the dirty work no one else wants to perform. I buy politicians and cops. I bribe whoever needs bribing. I threaten whoever needs threatening. I employ blackmail when blackmail is the appropriate tactic. I set up contracts for the cabal, like the Boynton contract. As I said, I do the dirty work, and the first time we're threatened as a group, suddenly I'm not doing my job. I don't appreciate your attitude, Clarence. It isn't reasonable."

"Take care of Maldonado and Cyber Deep Throat by the end of the week, and I can promise you a pass on Royce's murder." Frisk moved his hand into the briefcase and gripped the pistol.

"Not good enough, Clarence. I'll take care of the Don, but I won't make any promises about Cyber Deep Throat. That being the case, where do I stand?"

Clarence shook his head. "Not good, Vincent. Not good."

Bello rose and walked to the bar. "Would you like another brandy, Clarence?"

David watched Bello pull a gun from a shoulder holster and hold it where Frisk couldn't see it. At the same time, from David's viewpoint, he watched Frisk point the gun in his hand toward Bello. The open briefcase hid Frisk's gun from Bello's sight.

"No, I'm fine, Vincent," Frisk said.

David noted a quiver in Frisk's voice.

With his back to Frisk, Bello stated, "I won't go down without a fight, Clarence. Tell them. If they want a war; I'll take it to them."

"I don't think so, Vincent," Frisk said and pulled the trigger.

The bullet tore through the briefcase and slammed into Bello's back. It didn't knock him down, though, and he turned, raised the gun in his hand and pulled the trigger just as Frisk squeezed off another shot.

The bullet from Bello's gun struck Frisk in his left eye and exited the back of his head, killing him instantly. At the same time, David watched the bullet from Frisk's gun slam into Bello's chest. This time, Bello sank to the plush Berber carpet. A pool of blood started to spread over the tufted, beige wool.

The steel door to the well-appointed boardroom crashed open, and a half-dozen husky men with FBI stenciled in large letters on their jackets swarmed into the room with weapons in their hands.

Three down, three to go, David thought and returned to his body - and Nora. She was cuddling with his comatose body, awaiting his return, he guessed.

When she sensed his consciousness had entered his body, she rolled over onto him and gave him a soft, gentle kiss. He tasted the saltiness of tears on her lips. "You've been crying. Why so sad, sweetheart?"

"Oh, David, I'm so sorry. I... I don't want you taking time trips because I don't want you witnessing my past. I'm afraid you'll see some things I've done that will revolt you so much you'll stop loving me, so I tried to make you the bad guy, which wasn't fair or right. I can't take being afraid you might see into my past, not anymore, so I want you to listen without interrupting me while I tell you everything I've done. It's all about sex. I fucked around, David. It started..."

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 34

"I can't believe what just happened," Danny said to her image in the mirror. She was applying makeup before dressing for cocktails and dinner. Twenty minutes earlier, Nora had left her to do the same. Bisexual. I'm bisexual. I've got to be, she thought, or I wouldn't have enjoyed Nora as much as I did. Who'da thunk it? No, you're rationalizing, Danny told herself. You suspected all along. You enjoyed masturbating with Ella when you were ten, and you'd read enough about sex, even at...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 21

In his office, David phased out and connected with Gordon Wilson in the present. Wilson was taking a shower, his head soapy with shampoo. David created an invisible hand and turned the faucet to cold. Wilson bellowed and jumped, quickly adjusting the temperature of the water. When it was the correct temperature and after Wilson stepped under the water again, David turned the faucet to scalding hot. Wilson screamed and cursed, and then adjusted the water so he could get the soap out of his...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 24

"How did this happen?" David said to Nora as he rushed to his office. "I don't know. I said my colleague screwed up, but I could be wrong about that. Peck is armed, and he fired on the assault team." "I'm in my office now," David said as he locked the door. "I'll phase out and fix this right now." He ended the call, sat in his executive chair, and his consciousness left his body, connecting with Peck. The violent pimp had a gun pressed against a girl's head. Another girl lay...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 30

The next morning, David had finished one circuit around his running track and was starting his second when he heard running feet behind him. He slowed, and Nora caught up with him, quickly forcing him to lengthen his stride and run faster than he preferred. When they came up to the path that led to the copse of sissoo trees and Adirondack chairs, David took it, and Nora followed. Panting, he collapsed into one of the chairs. "Continue your run if you want," he said. She sat down. "No,...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 27

With the proposed merger behind him, David announced that he wanted to spend a few days in Sedona for some rest and relaxation, and this time Joe and his mother agreed to join the group. Darla left her boy at the compound in Mrs. Gonzales's care. The group did some leisurely hiking in the red-rock country, prepared their own breakfasts, dined in the better restaurants, or grabbed fast food on the run. They also enjoyed a lot of sex, both as a group, as alternating couples, and other...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 8

As black-eyed beauties go, Rima Qassem had to be in the top ten worldwide, David decided. He glanced at Nora, who gave him a coy smile. Was his wife testing his commitment to remain faithful by putting him next to Rima Qassem on a daily basis? He chuckled under his breath when he thought of asking Rima to wear the chadri, the full-length gown and veil required by the Taliban in Afghanistan whenever women left their households. Rima crossed her shapely legs. She certainly wasn't wearing the...

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Flights of ConsciousnessChapter 3

Before we proceed, I need to ask my son some questions, Carol decided, some very pointed questions. "You mentioned you believed it wasn't normal for you to become sexually excited about me. If you remember, I disagreed. I think it's normal for a teenager to be curious about the opposite sex, and a parent or sibling is the handiest individual around to satisfy that curiosity as long as things don't go too far. Curiosity is one thing, but what we're doing is a giant leap from curiosity....

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 5

David watched as his sister nuzzled her face between his wife's shapely thighs. No matter how many times he witnessed the beauty of the event, it never failed to excite him. He fisted his very hard erection. "Fuck her," Nora said to David. "Fuck your sister. Poke her cunt with your long one." David rubbed his hand between Darla's legs. She was wet. Ready. But he wanted a taste of her nectar before poking her. She squealed happily as his tongue rasped up through her slit, lapping up...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 9

Gloria Temple had been David's accountant for five years. She was a CPA and owned and operated her own firm. She had other clients, but she'd always treated David as if he were her only client. David adored her, and she returned his admiration with equal affection and respect. She was about fifty years old, chubby, short, and a ball of energy. Because setting up Ridley had taken the entire morning, David had called her, and she'd agreed to meet Flint and him for a late lunch. While they...

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Flights of Consciousness Book II Time TrippingChapter 18

Carrie Jensen needed to pee - badly. Her kidneys throbbed. If Baldy - he hadn't told her his name, and hairless as he was, in her mind, she'd nicknamed him Baldy - didn't return soon, she'd surely wet the bed. She was conflicted. She wanted Baldy to return so she could pee, but he'd raped her repeatedly the previous night, and she feared he'd rape her again if he returned. If he returned. If he didn't, she'd surely die. Without realizing it, survival had become Carrie's prime...

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Flights of ConsciousnessChapter 9

David had never felt so mortified. His sister, as payback for invading her privacy, had him standing on display naked while she was dressed, and she had just insisted that he bend over and spread the cheeks of his ass. He felt her reach between his legs, and he jumped like he'd been goosed. "Calm down," she said, "and stay bent over. I want to check out your balls." She fondled them gently. "I ought to squeeze them until you scream for mercy, like you squeezed my nipple. Remember? You...

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Flights of ConsciousnessChapter 13

David returned from the airport and poured himself a cup of coffee. He strolled outside and sat at the patio table, enjoying the cooler morning air while he drank his coffee. His mother had a date that night and demanded privacy. Why? What did she have planned? He couldn't remember his mother ever bringing a man home with her, and until recently, he had not thought of her as a sexual being. No longer. He now knew she had sexual needs no less intense than his own, and certainly as powerful as...

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Flights of Consciousness Book II Time TrippingChapter 9

Nora sat across from Detective Jake Fantine, a dashing, black-haired rogue in his mid-thirties. His drawl, a mix of a southern accent and the clipped tones of a New Yorker, intrigued her. She'd met him while consulting with the New Orleans Police Department earlier that day. He was the lead detective on the abduction and brutal murder of a young girl that had taken place during Mardi Gras that year, a murder so similar to Hanna Jenkin's everyone involved believed the same man killed both...

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Flights of Consciousness Book II Time TrippingChapter 25

By the time David's airplane landed at Scottsdale Airpark early Sunday afternoon, everyone wanted to spend some time alone. It was if they'd all had too much of a good thing. After doing some laps in his swimming pool to take out some kinks brought about by the flight, David stretched out on a chaise lounge by the pool and phased out. He wanted to get to know the cabal members a little better, perhaps give them some more grief, and he needed to check on his investments to anticipate any...

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Flights of Consciousness Book II Time TrippingChapter 13

Am I walking bowlegged like Pops? Nora asked herself with a delighted, school-girl giggle as she walked through the parking garage connected to the Phoenix FBI Field Office. If not, I should be. For the first time in a very long time, probably since her wild days while in college, she felt like she'd had all the sex she wanted and needed. What a weekend! It started Friday night when she went dancing with David and didn't stop until a couple of hours ago when he dropped her off at her...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 15

Dwayne couldn't sleep. A glance at the luminous dial on his wristwatch told him it was 4:43 AM, so he rolled his feet to the floor. He'd make his own coffee; June wouldn't mind. June. What a woman! So beautiful it made his eyes hurt just to look at her face. Smart, too. And sweet. She had a sweet disposition. He liked that in a woman. At the end of his marriage, his ex-wife had no sweetness in her. She'd morphed into a shrew. He turned on the shower, let it run until hot water arrived,...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 28

Cursing, Danielle Yost kicked the door shut behind her, dropped her purse on the entry console table, and shoved her umbrella in the umbrella stand. "I hate my job. I hate this town," she muttered as she strode to her small kitchen and made herself a stiff drink. The old-fashioned answering machine connected to her kitchen phone flashed the number three. Probably hang ups from telemarketers, she thought, and in fact the first two messages were hung ups. The third interested her,...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 3

David stood next to the glass wall in the great room of his home that gave him a view of mountain next to the compound. He nursed a cocktail while he watched the falling sun alter the hues and shadows on the mountain's craggy surfaces. Deep in thought, he wondered how his wife reacted when his mother told her that she was pregnant. A part of him dreaded the possibility of some hurt feelings, and another part of him believed his wife could handle anything. He'd learned to admire the...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 12

The dinner conversation flowed around the excellence of the meal, the foster-home system, and the War on Terror. They occupied the dining room in David's home. June had announced that she would prepare the meal that night in a kitchen with which she was familiar, and would cook subsequent meals in Darla's kitchen and serve them in the large dining room after more personnel occupied the compound. Darla sat to David's left, Nora to his right. Flint sat next to Darla, and Patty sat between...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 13

Dwayne Holt, Darla's driver/bodyguard, was big, part black, and shaved his head bald. He wore a prosthetic hand on the stub of his left forearm. He rarely wore the fake hand. He preferred a hook, he told David. For reasons Holt didn't specify, he'd worn the prosthetic hand for his first day on the job, and David had not asked him ask why. Holt was Darla's driver, but he wasn't driving for Darla at the moment. He sat behind the wheel of the Escalade, and David occupied the passenger...

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Flights of Consciousness Book II Time TrippingChapter 21

Darla sat in the back of the airplane. Little George was sleeping in a car seat across the aisle. Darla's mother and Joe sat in the two seats in front of her. David was flying the plane, and Nora occupied the co-pilot's seat. Two sets of lovers and me, Darla thought, and the thought saddened her. "I loved you, Steve," she whispered so softly she knew no one would hear her. And I thought I loved our life. For a while, I even convinced myself I fit, but little things became big things....

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 2

David watched as his mother hurried after her husband. Nora needs to know about this, he thought. George fussed and tried to run away. Darla grabbed him and plopped him on her lap, telling him to sit. "What a mess," David muttered. "You're feeling guilty again, aren't you?" Darla said, frowning at him. "Every time there's a glitch in our family, you blame yourself; you say if you weren't the way you are that we'd be normal. Well, I tried normal, and normal isn't all it's...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 4

Flint drove away from the Stanley compound wondering what he'd gotten himself into. If it includes Darla Stanley, I don't care, he reflected. Incest! She fucks her brother, her mother, her mother's husband, and her brother's wife. He grinned. And from all indications, she isn't completely opposed to fucking me. That, or she's a tease. He didn't believe she was a tease. Time would tell. She was his employer. She'd have to seduce him, not the other way around. Like my sister when we...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 6

David and Nora sat on a sofa in the Hyatt lobby talking quietly. Nora said, "In a few minutes a Lebanese named Yuusif Hashem will come into the hotel, walk directly to the elevator and take one of the cars to an upper floor. The room where he meets another Arab named Widdaud Ahmad changes for each meeting. I'll point Yuusif out, and you can connect with him tonight and wander around in his past, present, and future. Yuusif is a member of Hezbollah, a terrorist organization backed by Syria...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 11

Carol arrived early at the compound on purpose. It had been a while since she'd had some loving from her son. Would he, could he, take the time? She found him leaving Darla's house holding the hand of a little girl, a very pretty little girl, the new cook's daughter, Carol discovered when David introduced her to Patricia Wilson. "She prefers Patty to Patricia, Mom," David added. "I've been showing her around the compound." "Are you about finished with your tour?" Carol...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 14

While en route to the hospital to visit Vince, David's cell phone rang. With Patty on his lap, and both of them strapped in by the same seatbelt, he didn't have enough time to move Patty, get his cell phone out of his pocket, and answer the call before it was transferred to voice mail. The phone's memory, however, gave him the number. He didn't recognize it, but hit the callback button anyway. Ridley said hello. "Sorry," David said. "Couldn't get to the phone soon enough." "No...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 16

When David walked into Darla's kitchen for his first cup of coffee, June wasn't in sight, which surprised him. The coffee was perked, though, so he poured a cup and fixed it the way he liked it: one sugar, a smidgen of heavy cream, and some half-and-half. He smacked his lips with appreciation after swallowing, and June bustled into the room. "I'm sorry, David. I was... got a minute?" "Sure," he said. "Come see. It's... well, it's beautiful." David followed her to the glass...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 17

Grace Black calmed Vera down by telling her that she could call her anytime. The shelter manager wasn't the brightest bulb in the lighting store, but she was tenacious, gnawed on a problem like a dog with a bone until she solved it, and after moving through a problem, if the same problem happened again, or one similar to it, Vera fixed it using what she'd learned. What Vera couldn't do is fix a problem the first time it surfaced, not without help, and Grace had been her security blanket...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 18

"I'm worried about security at the ranch, Flint," David said. The two men were returning to the compound after meeting Ridley and the runaway. "That effort starts Wednesday, David," Flint said. "A while back, I recruited Carol's driver, a woman named Molly Mahaffey. But Molly had to take care of some personal items, or she would have started sooner. Although we talked about it, I didn't give Darla and Carol a choice regarding gender for a driver. Circumstances put Dwayne at the...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 19

As the limo cruised through the gates to the compound, Vince said, "Is this home?" "Yes," David said. "Swell!" Vince said. David told the lad about the three homes within the walls and the amenities built into each home. "You'll be living in our home," Nora said, "David's and mine. A while back I met with the probate attorney for your parents' estate, and he allowed me into the house where you used to live. I packed up all your things. Your clothes are hanging in the closet in...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 20

Eileen stared at the phone. Should she risk the call? Yes, calling her mother was a rule, and she was determined to follow all the rules. She took a deep breath, turned on the phone, and dialed her mother's cell phone number. "Mom, it's Sandra," she said, using her real name. She heard a whimpering gasp. "Thank God!" her mother said. "How are you, Sandra? Are you all right?" "I'm fine... now. I couldn't take it anymore, Mom. He raped me, and he lent me to his friends, and they...

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Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 33

"He's a beautiful animal, Joe," Danny said. They sat on the top rail of the corral. Joe made a sound in his throat, and Thee Brigand raised his magnificent head, tossed it once, and pranced over to them, his tail twitching, his neck arched — showing off. Joe nuzzled his neck, made some more soft noises, and the animal pushed his head into Danny's hands. She squealed with delight, and did some nuzzling of her own. "May I ride him?" Danny said. "Sure," Joe said, and watched...

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Flights of ConsciousnessChapter 6

It was five-thirty in the morning, and the air was brisk and clean. David's body felt rested but vibrant. He'd extended his morning swim from fifty laps to sixty. Last night after another exhilarating incestuous, psychic suck with his mother, he'd continued to perfect his senses while his consciousness roamed his home. He'd visited Barbara and her home as well, but his numerous attempts to connect with Coach Connors had all failed. Naked, he was air-drying his body after his swim, when...

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