The Ark Part 1Chapter 4 My First Bond Mates
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The day started out very nice for me. It was one of those days when you feel full of piss and vinegar and ready to take on the world. I got to sleep in late for a change because one of my early morning meetings had been canceled.
When I finally made it out to the kitchen, Julie met me with a fresh cup of coffee and my favorite breakfast. One of my other Bond Mates, Samantha, thought my breakfast of six slices of bacon, well-browned hash browns, three eggs basted well, and a split English Muffin coated with butter and peanut butter was stupid. The first time Sam had prepared this breakfast for me, I mentioned that I preferred my eggs basted for I wanted to avoid the grease used in frying eggs. She told me that was good, but bacon was almost pure fat, she had to fry my hash browns in lots of butter to get them browned the way I liked them, and peanut butter had a lot of oil in it. Therefore, it made no sense to her to eat fat, butter, and oil when you are trying to avoid grease.
My late morning meeting with my Advisory Council members went smoothly with no new problems and close to half of the prior problems reported as resolved. My agenda for the afternoon was to tour the Auburn Silo. So a little before lunch time, I headed for my boyhood home that had been converted into the Auburn Freight Yard Office to begin my tour of the Auburn Silo.
Yes, the day seemed perfect. I wasn’t ready to head into the access tunnel yet, so I sat in the porch swing in front of the yard office, which had once been my home, and enjoyed the warm summer morning. As I finished my third cup of coffee, the day started downhill. Not with a bang, but with a low sustained rumble.
A long line of motorcycles turned into our construction parking lot and drove around the parked cars with engines rumbling, pipes rapping, and the riders weaving in and out amongst themselves. Finally, after completing their display of machismo, they parked at the front of the parking lot. The riders then formed up in a group of about 25 scruffy young men and women and made their way toward the yard office. Hoping to head off trouble, I rose to my feet, set my coffee cup down, and moved to intercept the group’s leader.
“Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. My name is Jon and I’m the manager here. Is there something we can do for you today?” I enquired.
The apparent leader of this group stepped forward with a short, busty blond attached to his waist. I looked him over taking in his unkempt hair and beard, and noted his dirty clothing. Standing at about 6’ 2” and weighing in at around 280 pounds, he reminded me of a gorilla. Yes, I checked his knuckles and they weren’t calloused from being dragged on the ground.
“Yeah, my lady here told me that you have an Ark and she wanted to see what it was like. So the boys and I decided we’d take our ladies on your tour. Where is it?”
His general demeanor and tone of voice told me that he and his boys were trouble looking for a place to happen. Despite his aggressive and demanding attitude, I decided to be as polite and diplomatic as possible.
“Well sir, your lady heard right in that the entrance to the Ark is located here, but unfortunately she was misinformed about tours. We don’t give tours to the public.”
Blondie spoke up in an annoying squeaky tone of voice, “That’s not true. My sister Frieda told me she was on a tour here last month.”
The gorilla turned back to me, “Are you lying to me and calling my lady a liar?”
Bob activated our link to let me know that there was a Frieda who went on our approved members’ tour.
“No sir, what she heard was right. However, the tour she heard about was a private tour that was comprised of people who we are considering for membership and key positions in the Ark Society.”
I had been checking blondie over while we had been talking and decided that while she looked like a fox, she was most likely just another dumb blond. However, if her sister was eligible for membership, maybe I was misjudging her. My third thought was I may be wrong about her intellect, but her choice of friends indicated that she probably wouldn’t fit in with the Ark Society. Besides with that voice, she didn’t appeal to me as a Bond Mate.
I don’t think the gorilla liked my answer or possibly he had noticed me checking out blondie for a cold, menacing glare came over his face. In a sarcastic tone, he asked, “And just how do we go about becoming members of your society?”
By this time, I had figured that diplomacy wasn’t going to work, but I still had to try.
“Well sir,” I replied, “you have to fill out a Membership Application, go through a Membership Interview, and the Membership Committee will then decide if you qualify for membership.”
Ah shit, it started out as such a nice, pleasant day. I then made my first serious mistake of the day by getting Bob involved.
“Bob, it looks like this is going to turn into trouble real fast. We need a plan for dealing with these assholes or someone is likely to get hurt real soon and real bad.“
The gorilla looked his friends over and turned back to me with a smug smile on his face, “Fuck that, friend. BCers don’t do applications and interviews, and we promised our ladies a tour of this Ark. So why don’t you just give us the tour before we have to hurt you and anyone who gets in our way.”
Stalling for time, I said, “I’m not familiar with the term BCers, but I assume it is the name of your motorcycle club.”
The gorilla said, “Yeah, we’re the BCers; BC stands for Billie’s Crew and I’m Billie Mackey.”
“Well Billie, Bob usually handles our tours, so let me contact him and see what he can arrange for your group.” Pulling out my cell phone, I acted as if I was dialing Bob.
“Bob, I don’t think they are going to leave peacefully. Do you have any ideas for getting rid of them?”
“Jon, your race is riddled with people who take pleasure in using violence to dominate people. This is one of the traits that Sharna and I are planning to try to eliminate during our next upgrade of the human race. Tell him that I will arrange a special tour just for his group, so have them go back to their motorcycles and wait for me. I’ll take care of the rest.”
I noticed a Deputy Sheriff’s car pull up near the motorcycles. So acting as if Bob had just answered the call, I mocked a conversation. “Bob, I have a group of motorcycle enthusiasts in front of the Yard Office who are insisting that we provide them with a tour of the Ark. Is there something you can do for them? Okay (pause), Okay (pause), Okay. Alright I’ll let them know.”
By then the gorilla and his boys had observed Deputy Sheriffs Bill Johnson and Sheryl Malloy get out of their patrol car and head in my direction. I had had dealings with them in the past. They were aware of the unusual activities that seemed to occur around me from time to time and of a few of my unusual abilities, although Bob had suppressed their memory of those abilities. As they passed the gorilla and his boys, Bill and Sheryl gave them an assessing glance then continued on to me. Bill started the ball rolling with “Morning Jon, how are things with you today?”
I knew that Bill was actually asking if I needed their help with this motorcycle gang. A quick glance at the gorilla and I knew that running them off would just delay the trouble that they represented. “Morning Bill, Sheryl, give me a couple of moments to finish up with these folks and then we can chat.” In other words, I think this situation is under control and your assistance does not seem to be needed, but standby in case I’m wrong.
“Well Billie, Bob told me that he could arrange a special tour for your group. He said he would be with you in just a minute, and he will meet you over by your bikes. You can leave from there, so if you enjoy interesting places and want to go on his tour, you need to wait by your bikes for Bob.”
With smirks that told me they knew that the gorilla had forced me to give them what they wanted, Billie, his boys, and their ladies went over to their bikes to wait for Bob; they probably wanted to get well away from Bill and Sheryl also.
I noticed Bill and Sheryl had given each other questioning looks when I mentioned Bob. I had explained my relationship with Bob to them on prior occasions, and Bob had suppressed active recollection of those memories. However, some subconscious recollection must have filtered through to their conscious minds.
“Bob, whatever you have in mind for these thugs, I hope it isn’t something that will require Bill and Sheryl to take official notice.”
“Don’t worry Jon, all Bill and Sheryl will see is them leaving on a tour that they agreed to go on and any laws that I do break will not be observed by them. However, it is getting close to the time when we need to recruit them for the Foundation, and this may present us with a good opportunity to start our Internal Security Force.”
I should have paid more attention to the first half of what Bob had said, but I focus on recruiting Bill and Sheryl, so I missed what he had actually said. As the group got to their bikes, I turned to Bill and Sheryl and asked, “What brings the two of you out here today?”
“The guard in your Freight Yard called 911 and he told the operator that a motorcycle gang pulled into your parking lot and appeared to be looking for trouble. We were close to this location, so the dispatcher sent us to take care of it.”
“Yeah, they were. I told them that we didn’t give tours of the Ark and then they made a few threats to coerces me into giving them a tour. Bob was monitoring them and people like them really irritate him, so he had me tell them that he would give them a special tour. What do you know about this group?”
Bill spoke up with “Well, they call themselves the BCers, and they are basically an outlaw motorcycle gang. We suspect that they are involved in transporting drugs into California from Mexico and of other illegal activities, but no one has caught them in the act yet.”
We looked over at the group and saw them impatiently waiting beside their motorcycles. We watched them for a few more moments. What appeared to be a heat wave appeared around and over the group and their motorcycles. Then the BCers and their motorcycles, encapsulated in the heat wave, started rising into the sky, constantly accelerating until they disappeared from sight. Turning to Bill and Sheryl all I could see was huge eyes and open mouths.
As they turned toward me, I just had to smart off, “Good riddance to bad rubbish. I hope they enjoy their tour.”
Sheryl was the first to recover and she asked me, “Jon, what are you doing to those people?”
Now I realized I had to be careful how I worded my reply, “Well Sheryl, I didn’t do anything to them. They insisted on us giving them a tour and Bob agreed to take them on a special tour. I passed Bob’s offer on to them, they accepted his offer without asking for any details. We just watched them leave on their tour. If they end up somewhere other than where they thought they were going, then they should have asked for more details about the special tour before they agreed to go. They will have to discuss that with Bob.”
Bill had recovered by then and as Sheryl started to say something, Bill took her by the arm and led her off a short distance. They had a short conversation then walked back to me. After several false starts, Bill finally said, “Jon, we’ve known you for a couple of years. There have been times where we were called out and you told us that certain actions were done by your friends Bob and Sharna. We always thought that you had done those things and were just trying to blame some mythical individuals. But those actions were not illegal, so we just accepted your statements. I guess we owe you an apology. After what we just saw, we have to accept that Bob and Sharna exist and your prior explanations were true.”
Bill looked over at Sheryl and made a go-ahead motion with his hand. I suspected our conversation was going to take a bit of time to complete, so I interrupted them and suggested that we sit down on the front porch and have a cup of coffee. After seating them in the porch swing, I went into the house to thank the guard for calling 911 and handing him my cup, I asked him to bring us three coffees and some milk and sugar. When I returned, I looked at Sheryl and asked her to proceed.
Sheryl had a worried look on her face when she started speaking, “Jon, Bill and I like you a lot and we tend to agree with you about the BCers’ departure being a good thing for the community. However, Bill and I have a job to do and we are not certain about the legality of what you and Bob have done. Now we heard what you told them about this being a special tour. It sounded to us as if they were expecting a tour of the Ark, but you never said that the tour was of the Ark. I imagine that taking a person to a destination other than the one they were expecting to be taken to could be considered miscommunication or possibly kidnaping. However based on what you told us about your telling them that you did not give tours of the Ark, their coercion, and their agreeing to go on a tour without asking where they were going, your actions do not appear to be illegal. I suppose we will have to wait until Bob brings them back and then we can talk with them and get their input before we make any decisions. When will Bob be bringing them back?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t give me any details of this special tour. I’ll contact him and find out what’s going on.”
“Bob, I’ve been talking with Bill and Sheryl. They are concerned about the legality of you taking that group on the tour, and they want to talk with the group to get their input. Where are you taking them and when will you be bringing them back?”
“Jon, as far as I’m concerned they came with me of their own free will. They never asked me where we were going, when we would be back, or anything else. I just finished dropping them off at Yousefabad Police Station in Tehran, Iran. I’m headed back home right now, so I should be there in less than a minute.”
Now I was the one in a state of shock. Apparently, I was sitting there repeatedly saying, “Shit, oh shit no”, as I tried to work out the implications of what Bob had told me and just how I should explain it to Bill and Sheryl. When I finally recovered enough to be aware of Bill and Sheryl, Bob let me know he was back and Bill asked me, “Is it that bad?”
“Worse, much, much worse, and the only good thing is no one was injured when Bob dropped them off; at least I’m not aware of any injuries. But for the rest of it, Bob’s plan for their special tour was a free trip to their destination, but his plan did not include return transportation. They will have to get back on their own. The worst part of his plan is he dropped them off at a police station in downtown Tehran, Iran. The last he saw of them, the Iranian police were walking toward them. If events proceed as I think they will, they won’t be returning any time in the near future.”
For the second time that day, Bill and Sheryl sat motionless with wide eyes and open mouths. We just sat there looking at each other and shaking our heads. Finally, Bill broke the silence, “Jon at this point I am not aware of any US laws that Bob violated. Although, I suspect that leaving someone in Iran without permission of their authorities would be a violation of Iran’s laws. Now Sheryl and I need to do our job, which at this time appears to be to brief the Sheriff on what we saw and heard, and then to put it into a written report. This is beyond our pay grade, so we are going to let the Sheriff decide what actions need to be taken.
“Furthermore, the Sheriff is going to think we are crazy, and if we write this up the way it actually happened, the Sheriff is going to demand that we see a Police Psychiatrist.”
At first, I wanted to hide everything that happened but I quickly realized the BCers would be telling their side of what happened. There was no way that I could completely bury these events.
“That’s okay with me Bill. I have no problem with your telling the Sheriff and filing a report. In fact, I think you need to get it done as soon as possible because when word of the BCers presence in Iran gets to the senior Iranian authorities, there is going to be an International Incident and the shit will hit the fan around here.
“In fact, I would like to sit down with the Sheriff and the DA, so we can get a clear idea of what illegal acts, if any, have been perpetrated and who is responsible for those acts. Do you want me to follow you back into town now?”
They agreed to my offer of help. So while heading to my car, I contacted Clara and briefed her as to what had occurred this morning and where I was going. When Bill and Sheryl pulled out of the parking lot, I pulled in behind their cruiser. Personally, I think they wanted me along for moral support when they told the Sheriff about their morning. I had also suggested that they radio in and request that the Sheriff have the DA meet with them, so we would only have to tell the story once.
The DA was already in the Sheriff’s office when we arrived, so Bill introduced me to Sheriff Mike Henderson and to the DA, Larry Miller. We moved to a meeting room and once the offer of drinks was out of the way, we sat down in very plush chairs at a large conference table.
Before anyone else could speak, I jumped in with a comment, “Mike, what Bill and Sheryl have to tell you and Larry will be very difficult to believe without proof. Now everyone can see the speakerphone that is sitting on the table. Can anyone raise it up to the ceiling without getting up from their chair?”
After a short delay and a few headshakes, I continued.
“I didn’t think so, but there are actually six people in the room and the sixth person is more than capable of lifting the speaker phone.”
The number 6 really got their attention.
“Bob, go ahead and lift the speaker phone so everyone knows that you are present.”
When the speaker phone rose up to the ceiling, at least as far as its cable permitted, and returned to the table, Mike and Larry’s astonishment was displayed by their wide eyes and open mouths and verbalized by a few fairly tame expletives. ‘Oh shit!” being the most common.
I started the conversation by telling everyone about Bob and Sharna. Bill, Sheryl, and I then told Mike and Larry about how the motorcycle gang wanted a tour of the Ark and about their threats of violence, when I told them I would not take them on a tour. We told them of how I had relayed Bob’s offer to take them on a special tour Bill and Sheryl explained what they saw after their arrival at the Freight Yard. We also described what Bob had told me about the delivery of the motorcycle gang to the Iranian police in Tehran.
Needless to say, Mike and Larry asked numerous questions during and at the end of our tale. When they asked for more details on Bob’s dropping them off, we found out that Bob had made several high-speed passes at the police station in order to get the attention of the police, and the passes resulted in major sonic booms. He then landed the BCers in the compound that the police used to allow their prisoners to get fresh air and exercise. Bob also admitted that the sonic booms had resulted in broken windows at the police station and in neighboring buildings.
We broke for a 10-minute bathroom break, and during the break, I updated Clara on what was happening and let her know that I would probably be late getting home. When we finally got back to business, we started talking about the diplomatic issues of our motorcycle gang arriving in Tehran uninvited. When we finished that part of our discussion, we decided that we would contact the State Department before we continued with anything else, so they would at least be aware of the probability of receiving a Diplomatic Protest from Iran.
We temporarily adjourned our meeting, so Mike and Larry could contact the State Department concerning the motorcycle gang’s entry into Iran. Granted it was after their normal business hours, but like all good bureaucracies, it was virtually impossible to reach the proper person and report the incident. After working upward through several layers of isolation, Mike and Larry gave their listener the basic story of the gang’s arrival and left their contact information for when the State Department finally realized that they needed more information. Based on the nature and working speed of government agencies that would probably be sometime after they received a complaint from Iran.
By the time Mike and Larry had finished, it was getting close to dinnertime. We headed to one of the local diners for a bite to eat, and then returned to finish discussing the legal implications of today’s events. Larry finally concluded that charges could possibly be brought against both the motorcycle gang and me. However, I could claim self-defense concerning my actions, which would make it very difficult to prove the charges in court. He also indicated that Bob was wide open for a variety of charges relating to his transporting the gang to Iran. Larry also admitted that for practical reasons, it would be virtually impossible to arrest, charge, prosecute, and incarcerate Bob.
Since it was almost 8:00 PM, we decided to end our meeting and do the paperwork in the morning. Bill and Sheryl had their incident reports to do. Tomorrow Mike, Larry, and I would write out and sign statements about our involvement in today’s events. I mentioned that if Mike and Larry wanted to get a full night’s sleep, then it would probably be a good idea to let their offices know that they were not to be contacted until after 6 AM. I don’t know if they did for I left immediately after that. I doubt that tomorrow morning would be as nice as this morning had been. What a shitty end to the start of such a nice day.
The next morning, I cleaned up, had breakfast with Clara, Samantha, Julie, and Mary, and I then sat down at my computer to write up a statement of yesterday’s events. Actually, I made a couple of calls while preparing my statement, one to the Ark Foundation’s lawyer, Harry Farrell and the second to Mike. I wanted to make sure that my statement covered the facts in a way that I would not be brought up on charges and I left a message to let Mike know I would be at his office in an hour or two to give him the statement. Once I had completed and reviewed my statement, I downloaded the file to my thumb drive and headed to my office at the Ark Foundation. While reviewing the statement with Harry, I made several changes that Harry recommended and I then called Mike’s office.
“Jon, I wasn’t able to reach Larry until about 15 minutes ago and he said he would come to my office as soon as he could. Can you come over right away?”
“Sure thing Mike, I was getting ready to head your way now and should be there in about 20 minutes.”
As I walked into the Sheriff’s Station, I ran into Larry who was waiting for Mike to finish a phone call before we met to discuss the BCer situation. After about ten minutes, Mike appeared and guided us to a meeting room. Closing the door, he said, “Things have been chaotic enough for me today, what with the problems that the State Department and FBI have created for me, so my phone call with Senator Blucher is just the cherry on top of the sundae.”
He proceeded to provide us with a chronological briefing of what transpired since we had split up last night. The diplomatic shit hit the fan back East at about 5:15 AM Eastern Standard Time, that’s 2:15 AM Pacific Standard Time. The State Department quickly learned of Mike and Larry’s call last night, and of course, they had to talk to them immediately. By 3:30 AM our time, the State Department had called both the Sheriff and the DA’s offices. The DA’s office was closed so no one answered, and the Sheriff Department’s operator had been told to not contact Mike until after 6:00 AM. The operator told the State Department that she would pass the message on to the Sheriff. The State Department called back at 3:45 AM and wanted to know why the Sheriff had not returned their call. The operator told the State Department that she had orders to not contact her boss until after 6:00 AM local time and that she would notify him then.
Apparently, that was the wrong thing to tell the State Department because a few minutes before 5:00 AM, the FBI was loudly knocking at Mike’s front door. When Mike answered the door, the FBI told him there was a National Emergency in progress and that he had to come with them immediately. They immediately bundled him into their car and drove him to FBI Headquarters in Sacramento.
While one agent escorted Mike to a second floor interview room, the second agent obtained a phone and plugged it into one of the room’s phone jacks. The agent then dialed a number and when it was answered, the agent handed the phone to Mike. Mike told me in infinite detail about his conversation.
“Sheriff Henderson, this is Thomas Tyler and I’m an Assistant to Undersecretary of State George Lyle. I’m sorry about having you brought in this way, but you and your department have to understand that the situation with the motorcycle club in Iran has become a National Emergency and we can’t afford to wait around until you people decide that you are willing to talk with us. Now I have been kept waiting long enough to find out what you know about this motorcycle club situation, so start talking.”
“Well Mr. Tyler, let’s start with your comment about this being a National Emergency. Now I know what happened up until the motorcycle gang arrived in Tehran and at that point, there is nothing that would warrant you calling this incident a National Emergency. I suspect that your boss wants information, and since you couldn’t get through to me immediately, you decided to call this situation to a National Emergency so you could justify calling in the FBI and having them pick me up. One other thing, the BCers is an outlaw motorcycle gang, not a club.
“Now about my department and me not doing our duty, we suspected that the motorcycle gang being left in Iran might cause an International Incident and would probably lead to a Diplomatic Protest from Iran. So last night, I called the State Department and for over two hours I talked to several of your people telling them what happened and trying to convince them to put me through to someone who could handle a sensitive matter. Your people didn’t seem concerned and they didn’t want to talk with me about the matter. They informed me that they knew how to handle a situation like what I described without my help. They basically told me that I should go sit in a corner with my thumb up my ass, until they decided if any further input was needed. I suggest you get your people out of bed and talk with them for I told them everything that I know about this situation.
“You were able to get the FBI to jump through your hoop, but I’m not inclined to do so this early in the morning. I am going to have these gentlemen take me home. I will then have my morning coffee, eat breakfast, get dressed, and go into my office. When I get there, I will contact the appropriate people necessary to discuss the matter with you, and if we are of a mind to do so, we will get back to you later this morning. Good bye.”
Mike told me that after he hung up the phone, he looked at the two FBI agents and asked them their opinions of the State Department over inflating the situation in order to get them to do their bidding. While they were talking, the phone rang and it was answered by one of the FBI Agents. He handed the phone to Mike saying that it was Tyler calling back. Mike took the phone and hung it up without listening to what Tyler might have to say; and then just smiled at the agents and told them about what had happened the previous day. After hearing Mike’s side of the situation, they indicated that they suspected that the State Department had been jerking them around and were not pleased, if that is what happened. Mike and the agents talked for a few minutes about the politics they had to put up with in their respective positions, and then the agents took Mike home. The phone started ringing as they left the room.
Mike went on to tell us about trying to reach us once he had gotten into the office this morning. He finally got through to Larry, and I called him shortly after that. Five minutes or so after talking to me, Senator Harold Blucher was put through to his extension. Rather than tell us about the conversation, he played the recording of his conversation with Senator Harold Blucher; all of his calls are recorded automatically.
“Sheriff Henderson, this is Senator Harold Blucher. I just got off the phone with my daughter Sara Clark, and she told me my granddaughter Melanie Smith did not come home last night. She said she called the Sheriff’s Department to report the matter and she was told that she could file a missing person’s report, but there was nothing you could do until at least 24 hours after she had gone missing. While I understand the reasons behind the 24-hour policy, I also know Melanie and I believe something is wrong. I am hoping you can see your way to calling my daughter and letting her know you will do all that is in your power to locate Melanie.”
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Bravo Company’s Second Platoon was passing through a housing tract on their way to the Wise Substation. A block in front of them, a lone male jogged from one of the houses to the middle of the road and turned to face the oncoming pickup trucks. The vehicles were civilian, but it was clear from the people in the beds of the pickups who were dressed in military uniforms that this was a military convoy. Standing immobile with his hands on top of his head, the man waited for the lead pickup to...
As the VP of the Property Department, Samantha made the arrangements to have General Mike Henderson, Captain Fitz Morrison, and their Bond Mates join us for dinner. Their Bond Groups arrived less than a minute apart. Their kids and ours knew each other from school, so their kids headed for the kid’s playroom. Clara had arranged with Jenny for the kids to be separate from the adults, so we adults could talk business without being interrupted. Tara, Dori, and Asal had prepared a buffet dinner...
Division 1’s primary mission was to protect Auburn and Folsom’s Hydroelectric Facility. Colonel Carl Fenton, his Division staff, and Companies C, D, and E were enroute to the Folsom area. Their primary mission in Folsom was to provide security for the Hydroelectric Facility and they would accomplish this by sending out patrols to find and destroy any hostile parties in the area. A secondary mission was to send any survivors they encounter to their SCC, which would be located at Company C’s...
Jon said, "We all know about the bedding problem Captain Bell brought up, so let's deal with that first. "Leah, Carl told me the other three Companies are or will be having the same problem as Alpha Company. Can you put a couple of Scavenger Teams together to find mattresses and bedding and get the stuff out to the SCCs?" "I already started that effort, Jon. I assigned Scavenger Team 6 to get bedding for Alpha Company, and I figured the other Companies were likely to have the same...
Clara’s announcement that she was moving in took me by surprise. I said, “I hadn’t looked at it from that point of view before. It seems logical for Bond Mates to live together, and I certainly don’t want to be separated from you any more than necessary. I have absolutely no problem with you moving in, but what about our Joining Ceremony, and your mother and our friends?” “I talked with my mom as I packed my bag; that’s what took me so long to get here. She wasn’t expecting it, but after I...
During the period Bob and Sharna spent shifting meteoroids, they considered the ramifications of the virus killing over eighty-five percent of the Earth’s population. It was obvious that they could not save Earth’s entire population, so they reluctantly accepted that they would need to rebuild the population. They contemplated the different forms of male-female relationships that they had encountered on Earth and decided that some form of polygamy (i.e., one male and multiple females) would...
After Troop 2 departed Blocking Post 1, six guard stations - which included the two gun trucks - were established within the perimeter of the barricade. The twenty-eight Seals of the two Seal Platoons of Troop 1 were divided into four seven-man guard details. The manning of the six guard posts was reduced to one Seal per post. The Troop’s two Chief Petty Officers and the senior Petty Officer of each Seal Platoon were in charge of the Troop’s four guard sections, and they functioned as roving...
Ring ... Ring Ring ... Ring “Damn phone. No one should be calling us at 4:00 AM in the morning unless it is an emergency. Have you seen the phone Tara?” “It’s where it always is Jon, on the nightstand on my side of the bed. “Hello Tara speaking.” “I need to talk with Jon Reppa immediately!” “Here Jon, he wants to talk with you.” “Who is it?” “I don’t know, he didn’t say.” “This is Jon.” “Jon, this is George Lyle. Sorry about the time, but I didn’t think this should wait. “This...
I was feeling restless after spending most of the day sitting in my office reading reports. Since we returned to the surface it seemed as if I spent most of my time reading reports and recording my daily dumps. I needed to do something worthwhile besides lower the height of the stack of reports that needed to be read. “Joan, I’m going to the Command Center to talk with Mike. I may not be back this afternoon. If not, lockup and I’ll see you tonight at home.” As I strolled through the...
Seal Team 4’s officers were engaged in an early morning meeting with Captain Maroun before beginning the task of removing the trees from Folsom Lake Dam. Lieutenant Andy Montoya said, “The way I see it, we need to focus on the trees that are floating on the surface first. The filter grid and dam form a pentagon that is about eight hundred feet wide and extends out about four hundred feet from the dam. We can start about eight hundred feet out from the dam and work our way toward the filter...
I was in my office the next day thinking about yesterday’s TV announcement. It was my first public step in pulling our Arkians together into an organization that could reclaim the United States from the devastation caused by the meteoroids and the virus. I was never one for worrying about the world as a whole, so my primary interest was always my country. Our former neighbors, Canada and Mexico, are defunct. The few surviving citizens of those countries will probably have minimal effect on...
The Lust ArkMature and Younger, Up Skirt, Flashing, Multiple Partners, Cream Pie EatingAnother new set of young men scrambled around the Ark, curious and enchanted with it's military history. Pete had driven it in the Veteran's Parade, parked it in display and gave an oral history to any that came by. It was a 2019 BAe ACV Troop Transport vehicle, stripped of it's classified military equipment, rebuilt/refurbished and fully functional, all terrain, 8 Wheel Drive, Amphibious Combat Vehicle built...
Woodard asked, “One other thing, Cirque, what’s the real reason you brought back a street sweeper?” “Well, as I told Ensign Burr, it was a spur of the moment decision. But since he asked me the question, I have been thinking about my answer. Ever since I joined the military, and I’m sure it’s been the same with you guys, my superiors have been on me about cleanliness. Clean clothes, clean body, clean-shaven, clean weapons, clean equipment, clean working area, clean barracks, and clean...
Clara and I had discussed security for our emergency Advisory Council meeting. We decided to post two guards outside of the meeting room. I instructed them to set up stands with ropes to keep everyone, including them, at least ten feet away from the doors until the meeting was finished. The closed doors would stop the majority of the sound from escaping from the room, but stopping most of the sound wasn’t enough. The sound that made it through the doors would be muffled, but if we got loud,...
Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...
Let me say right up front that Gunther was definitely not a young man.I knew he had been around the Santa operation at the North Pole long before I arrived with my bright ideas for cost reduction. I was called in to promote increased toy production by the easily distracted Elves. Those little imps preferred being silly rather than busy little workers focused on their quotas like dedicated employees. As a small-sized human male, I was able to relate easily to the female Elves because they liked...
Fantasy & Sci-FiClara and I had asked Harry and Larry to meet with us in my office. When Joan ushered them in, Clara said, “Get some coffee, guys. You’re likely to be here a while.” I started the meeting with, “A while back, there was mention of transitioning from our current form of government to the new Government. “Currently, we are in the process of finalizing the software and preparing to elect members to the committees that will define the Government. I suspect it will take more than five years to...
Randi's Vacation Randi woke up to his alarm and quickly silenced it. A quick glance to his left confirmed the Denise was already up. She almost always got up before him preferring some extra time between getting ready for work and needing to walk out the door. He preferred to have enough time to get ready, eat and go. He walked to the bathroom which was right in the master bedroom. The condo they bought was a bit extravagant but provided plenty of room and they could afford it on...
Andrea Standing (part 2 of Andrea's Stand) A note at the beginning. One of the problems with writing a serial story is that the author feels a need to recap what happened in the prior portions. Please go back and read part 1, "Andrew Running". It will make this a better story. Briefly Andrew at 19, abused by his father, runs away to a distant relative, Aunt Clara. Andrew goes along with a joke played by Clara's lover Marnie, and ends up as Andrea working in Marnie's luxury used car...
Candice Parker - Part 1 Chapter 1 - Inheritance "Excuse me?" asked Candice Aileen Parker, in complete shock. "Oh, there's no mistake, Miss Parker. You heard what you thought you just heard," smiled Mr. Adams, the attorney who was acting as executor for the estate. "Mr. Simmons bequeathed his entire estate to you alone, with no conditions attached. Just prior to his death, he decided to liquidate most of his holdings, in order to simplify matters; so aside from the mansion in...
I slid the report into the proper file just as he walked into the room. Dennis Butz stood there wearing his three-piece suit, looking as handsome and charming as any man could. But I was not to be tamed by his charm. "Hello, Linda," he said with a friendly grin. "Judge Herns isn't in today," I replied back in a frosty tone. "I'm not here to see her." "My plane leaves in less then an hour Dennis, what do you want?" I slammed the file drawer shut and walked past him to my desk...
Candice Parker - Part 2 Chapter 5 - More Meetings Candice continued helping out with the housework, as she and her staff settled into a routine. While Mrs. Belfridge remained uncomfortable with her Mistress working as a maid, she accepted the fact that there was nothing she could do about it. Besides, she had to admit to herself that Miss Parker, while a bit clumsy, was a very thorough and energetic worker. With a little more experience and polish, Mrs. Belfridge thought, Miss...
Candice Parker - Part 4 Chapter 11 - Veronica in Wonderland The following morning, Candice awoke to the beeping of her alarm clock, which she hadn't set. Startled, she immediately sat straight up. She instantly and clearly recalled every word that was said, every secret that was shared, every weakness that was exposed. "The wine hit me pretty hard, but the tea must've kept my memory clear," she opined. She had been undressed by Ms. Rockwell, who saw her drunk and naked. Candice...
Hum dono abhi bhi nange hi thay. Chalte chalte usne paad maari. Uski gaand mein abhi bhi haddi akti hui thi. Nadi kinare, jhadiyon ke bich usko bithaya. “Hug le saali madarchod. Kab se paad rahi jai bhosdiki.” Woh hugne lagi. Uski gaand se haddi nikal gayi. Uski garam moot ki dhaar mere pairo pe giri. “Saali maderjaat! Mere pairon pe mootegi. Saali raand muh khol,” main uske muh mein mootne laga. Lavda uske gale mein ghus kar mootne laga. Maine apni tange faila di aur wahi khade khade hugne...
Report to the King of Sparta. B.C 481 "We must conclude that there was more then one Persian ship in our waters. When one met with disaster in the storm, the other picked up survivors and as much wreckage as it could. The shield is the only piece of wreckage that signifies Persian identity. There can be no doubt that it was a spying mission or an attempt to land agents of Persia on our soil or the soil of a neighbouring state. We cannot ignore the possibility that a neighbour may actually...
Candice Parker - Part 3 Chapter 8 - Game Recognizes Game Three weeks later, Candice was sweeping one of the mansion's many ceramic tile floors, preparing it for a thorough mopping, when she heard Mrs. Belfridge's voice coming from the doorway. "Miss Parker, Ms. Rockwell wants to see you in her office right away. She said that it's something urgent." "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Belfridge." Candice thought it odd that Ms. Rockwell would send someone rather than come herself, but she put...
Mera naam Rudra hai. Ek number ka harami aur besharam. Mera dimaag mere lavde mein hai, jo saala har waqt chudai ke liye uchalte rehta hai. Kasarati badan jo ghanto tak lavde ka saath deta hai. Waise toh bachpan se hi kaafi chudai ki hai. Lekin yeh wali sabse achi wali, ya yeh kahu ki sab se gandi wali hai. Main tab 30 saal ka tha. Shaadi hui nahi thi. Ghar mein rehta hi nahi tha. Naukri hi aisi thi ke sheher-sheher gaon-gaon bhatakna padta tha. Peshe se ek civil engineer, jiski degree paiso se...
Andrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
Andrew Running (part 1 of Andrea's Stand) Chapter 1: Running I called my Aunt Clara from the bus station. She didn't seem that surprised to hear from me and when I explained why I was there she told me to walk a couple of blocks to the local diner and get myself a cup of coffee. She'd pick me up in about half an hour. I sat and sipped chocolate milk and tried to eat a pastry while I glanced nervously out of the window waiting for my father to show up and force me into his...
It took a few minutes for the cheering and shouting to die down, and by the time Mrs Dunne had enough students silent for her to be heard, the bell rang for the beginning of the day. Mrs Dunne glared at us as Poppy, Lauren, myself and the rest of the new students rushed past her to retrieve our bags. Mrs Dunne's plan to humiliate the new students also failed in getting us introduced to the year group, as nobody was able to connect the six names to the right students. However, even...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestBelow a new set of real life stories about a beautiful hot Brazilian women Fernanda, nick name Peituda Safada.You can meet her at the strip-club Rota96 in Curitiba Brazil!Fernanda & Paulla entertaining a guy.I had sex 2 days ago with together another dancer from the club:An american guy wants see how 2 girls do lesbian sex.He orders us to put out all clothes, only we must wear our shoesAfter that we must kissing. He wants see how our tongue goes deep in each other mouth .We must play by...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversThere was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
Author's Note: A meteoroid is a piece of debris that drifts through space. It can be as small as a grain of sand or bigger than a house. When the meteoroid enters the Earth's atmosphere, friction causes the meteoroid to overheat and give off a bright light. The light created by a meteoroid burning in the atmosphere is called a meteor. The portion of the meteoroid that survives to land on the surface of Earth is called a meteorite. People frequently use the term meteor to refer to a...
Sam Thomas was our key person for the Ark’s construction effort in addition to being one of our two lawyers. Sam knew that he would not be able to manage the construction effort without help, so he hired a construction management firm. The firm pulled our activities together in an organized and logical fashion with Sam’s help. They recommended an architectural firm, which we employed to design the electrical, plumbing, mechanical, and other systems required for living in the Silos. They also...
Andersonville 6 - Friendship Lines by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to my TS brothers and sisters, who have the guts to stand up to the world and say, "I'm not going to live a lie anymore." Fade in... I saw them come out of the courthouse from across the street. There were four of them; all men dressed in business suits. Every day, just a few minutes after 6pm, they left the courthouse to go home. Three of them proceeded to their cars but the fourth man, maybe 21...
Amanda opened her eyes and tried to move. She couldn't. Still groggy, she asked, "What happened?" She strained hard as she could to roll over. She could not. Panic struck her. "Hey," she yelled, "Where am I?" Willow came within the range of her view. "You're in the hospital. That crazy fat man shot you. People beat him and kicked him and shot him with his own gun." She nodded her satisfaction. "If he lives he will carry a plastic bag with him where ever he goes. The bullets caused...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Catherine and Alexander by: Bruce Leach Although the children never knew it times had been rough in the castle. Their father, the Duke of Beaufort, had in recent days made a number of unfortunate alliances that put not only his fortune but his entire properties and even his own life in jeopardy. In these days after the king's death the wrong friends could mean accusations of treachery and the Duke had made all the wrong friends. Things looked bleak until he had an...
If there were a law against being happy, Randy Dalton would have already been convicted and serving his time. You see, three months ago he gladly suffered a life shattering change. He got married. Yeah... , I know... , you're wondering, What's so special about that? Well, if you were to ask Randy that question, you would only confuse him. You see, the guy's happiness centers around his new wife, Michelle—and like the advertisement says on the TV— ... and folks ... that's not all you...
I stood there in my black dress watching them slowly lower the casket into the ground. Standing next to me was my mother, who was weeping softly. Next to her was my sister Jennifer, and she seemed the saddest of us all. Perhaps she was remembering her own mother and father's funeral who had both died when she was just a young girl. On the other side of the casket I could see Crius standing next to Dennis with an impatient frown. He seemed so out of place, and the expression on...