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Friday, June 11, 1971
The grey light of dawn crept in around the edges of the curtained window. I closed my eyes again, blocking out the light and yawned as I lifted my left arm to check the Rolex on my left wrist when I suddenly discovered that my arm wouldn't move.
After a brief moment of panic, I opened my eyes, turning my head to my left. The mass of black hair was unfamiliar to me, until I noticed the light 'coffee-with-double-cream' skin.
"She was sitting in the parlor outside your room, almost asleep, when I came back last night," Ileana said from my right side.
The sound of her voice had startled me. I'm used to waking up early, but this morning I seemed a little slow.
"I decided that since you ended up alone last night, I'd come back to keep you company. When I saw her there, looking like a lost puppy, I just decided to invite her to join us," Ileana explained.
"I must have really been out of it; I never heard you come in," I replied.
"I told her to climb over and she just nestled right in the crook of your arm. She was asleep in minutes," Ileana explained, as she stretched her arms over her head. She was wearing a cropped t-shirt that rose over her breasts when she stretched, exposing her luscious nipples.
"Wow! Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked lecherously.
"You don't know how tempted I was," she said with a sigh as she slipped out of the bed. "But I'm still on my monthlies and decided you needed the sleep. It won't be long though!"
As Ileana made her way to the bathroom, Abby lifted her head sleepily and looked at me.
"Oh! You're awake!" Abby said with a big grin. "I hope you're not angry with me. Your wife said it was okay to sleep with you."
"It's fine," I told her. "I like sleeping with pretty girls."
Abby blushed as she realized how it sounded.
"I just wanted to be near you. I've never slept with a boy before. In fact, last night was the first time I'd ever kissed one."
"And you did it well," I told her, "for someone who has never kissed a boy before."
"When I kissed you, I mean, it was so like nothing I could have ever imagined. Momma told me for years, that I was supposed to marry a certain man. And that he would be the son of twin gods, and would wear a crown, and that he would speak to my heart. And when you said you were considered the son of two different nation's sun god, and that you're a prince, and then you spoke to my heart, well, I was so relieved to finally find you, I couldn't sleep. I just had to be near you. I was afraid that this is all a dream, or that it wasn't really true. So I wanted you to tell me again. Is it true? Are you really all those things? And didn't you speak to my heart last night?" Abby spoke in a rush, cramming all her thoughts into one long running question.
"Yes, Abby. I am all of those things. But we should probably speak with your sister before this goes any further, because Deedee seemed to have some reservations last night," I told her.
"Oh, that's just Deedee. She's my protector," Abby said, as if that explained everything.
"Well, why don't you go and get her and meet us in the Dining Car in a few minutes," I suggested. "Then we can talk with her about how you feel. Okay?"
The borrowed t-shirt slid up, exposing her bare behind as she climbed over me to get out of the bed. As she got halfway, on her hands and knees, her face was directly above mine, she stopped. Looking into my eyes, she asked, "You will speak to my heart again, won't you?"
I lifted my head slightly, and kissed her lightly on the lips, while flooding her with my love. A little bit of my desire must have crept in as well, as she moaned lightly. "Yes, Abby. I will speak to your heart anytime you will let me," I told her.
"ABBY!" Deedee screamed from the door. "NO-o-o-o!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation as I realized what Deedee must be thinking. Fortunately, Abby had climbed over the sheet covering my body, so as she sat up in alarm at her sister's voice, the naked pussy she ground against a very awake Little Mike was protected from actually touching her bare pussy.
But the look on Abby's face, as she realized just where she had landed, was priceless.
"Please, Ileana, would you come help Abby off of me," I said, trying to keep from cracking up.
Ileana was laughing as she realized the same thing that I did. Deedee just stood there in the doorway, horrified, as the assumptions ricocheted through her mind.
As Abby slid off, I sat up. "I think we need to talk. Could you and your sister meet us in the Dining Car in five minutes?" I asked Deedee. "Ileana and I need to throw on some clothes."
Deedee looked from us to Abby and back to me. "I'm not sure what there is left to talk about," she said with a note of fear in her voice.
"Dee, please!" Abby pled. "I was just getting up to come get you."
"How long have you been here?" Deedee asked.
"Since last night," as it dawned on her what Deedee was thinking. "Dee-e-e! Nothing happened!" she cried out in embarrassment.
I think it was the combination of our laughter and Abby's plea that convinced her. But Deedee could have just read her as well. Anyway, Deedee seemed to accept Abby's word and relaxed slightly.
"Let's make it fifteen minutes," she suggested. "I think my sister needs a shower. She smells like a bitch in heat!" she said. It wasn't mean, just teasing her little sister for causing her to worry. It took me a second to realize she was teasing Abby. I was to find out later that Deedee has a very dry sense of humor.
After they left, Ileana turned, eyeing me like a hungry tiger.
"Good! I won't really need fifteen minutes, but five would have been pushing it!" she said as she flipped the sheet off of me and lowered her head to engulf Little Mike.
While she was right, we didn't need fifteen minutes, we could have taken a little longer to dress instead of rushing so. It turns out the sisters didn't get there until Ileana and I were on our second cup of coffee.
We were parked on a siding. All I knew was that we were somewhere near downtown, as I could see the skyline of Houston's tall buildings out the Dining Car window. The sky was still overcast, as I had noticed last night, and suddenly I wished for the internet so I could check out the forecast for today in Houston.
Abby slid in beside me, and Deedee slid in beside Ileana.
"Coffee, juice, or something else," I asked.
"Orange juice would be nice," Deedee replied. Karla must have anticipated that they might be thirsty, for she followed them to the table, pouring two glasses of juice from the pitcher she carried. "More coffee?" she asked me.
After Karla departed, Ileana and I sat silently, waiting on them to start the conversation.
"Abby explained what happened," Deedee said. "She also insists you are the one she has been searching for."
"I take it you're not convinced?" I asked.
"Let's say that I am a naturally skeptical person," she replied.
"Since I tend to be as well, I understand. Would you like to see?"
"What do you mean?" Deedee asked.
"Here. Let me show you," I said as I connected them and Ileana, and replayed this morning's little soirée from my point of view.
"Oh! Did I make it do that?" Abby asked, referring to my earlier hard-on.
"Yes, ma'am, that was most definitely your fault," I told her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. My boobs are not very big, so I never thought anyone would think I was sexy. Not enough to cause that!" she said innocently.
"Well, now you know you were wrong. I think you are very sexy!" I told her with a grin. "That just means you'll have to be extra careful when you're around me, especially if I'm naked."
"But I've never been around you when you're naked," she replied.
"You slept with me didn't you?" I asked.
"Yeah. But I ... OH!" she exclaimed as she figured it out.
Hiding her face in her hands, she blushed deeply. "Oh, no!" she cried.
"Abby ... Sweetie," I said as I hugged her to me. "It's all right. I didn't do anything. I mean maybe if I had woke up, it might be a different story; but, you're still safe. You just have to be careful climbing into bed with naked guys that think you're sexy."
Deedee was smiling across the table at her little sister. I could sense her relief at her what her little sister hadn't done.
"Well, that was enlightening," Deedee said, "but I was referring to you being the one."
"Well, that will be your and Abby's call. So let's start with you. What do you need to be convinced?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. You were pretty open with your ... er ... interesting tale last night. But now, in the light of day, I'd like to examine it closer," Deedee said. "And I guess we should tell you a little more about us."
"Okay, would you care for breakfast while we talk?" I asked.
They did, so I motioned for Karla. After she took our requests, Abby squeezed my hand happily as she waited for her sister to start.
"My real name is Ayida (eye-e-da) Sèvis Montclair. My sister's real name is Atabei (uh-ta-bay) Maria Stéphanie Montclair," she started. "Our father, John Sebastian Montclair was sent by the American State Department as an advisor to Haiti in 1949 to help oversee the process of holding Haiti's first open elections. Shortly after he arrived he met my mother at a reception. He courted her and finally married her a week after the elections, on October 14, 1950. My mother's family were prominent landholders, trying to stay politically neutral throughout all the changes over the last decade. Their wedding was a large affair. Even the new president, President Magloire, attended.
"After the elections, my father volunteered to stay on diplomatic assignment in Haiti, as an observer, and I was born nine months later," Deedee said.
As our breakfast arrived, I nodded, encouraging her to continue as we ate.
"My grandfather had many servants. One day, when I was three, and mother was pregnant with Atabei, an old woman arrived at our home, which was next door to my grandparents. She was escorted by her granddaughter, who worked for my grandparents. The granddaughter told my mother that her grandmother was a Bokor of the Haitian Vodoun religion, meaning she was a mambo who practiced both the light and dark magics, for hire. And she had made the long trek from the mountains of northern Haiti on foot, because The Marassa had spoken to her."
"The Marassa?" I asked.
"Yes, The Marassa. They are the oldest of spirits, and have rarely been known to trifle with the followers, so the fact that they bothered to even communicate with the Bokor meant that their message was very important," Deedee explained before continuing on with her story.
"Of course, she was invited in and made comfortable, because it is never wise to displease a Bokor. She then proceeded to tell my mother and grandmother that The Marassa had possessed her recently, and let her know that she was to deliver a special message to my mother.
"The Bokor closed her eyes and chanted a mantra, er, prayer, and then she said, 'The child you carry is blessed. She will become the mother of the next gods. You will name her ATABEI.
"My mother and grandmother sat there, dumbfounded, scared to say anything for fear of angering the Bokor. Again the Bokor repeated her claim, then promptly left without asking for any money. My mother said she never saw her again. Papa laughed when momma told him the story, later that night. He said he liked the name Atabei, and we sure didn't want to anger the gods.
"I think because Papa was an American, he did not take the Vodoun religion very seriously. But my mother and grandmother did. So when, a few weeks later, another younger priestess arrived, they accepted her as part of the Bokor's claim. Her name was Donateura, and she said she was sent to train me in the ways of the Protector. I was only three, and understood none of this, only that she was paying attention to me more than momma could, and that she was fun. I was taught that my name, Ayida Sèvis, means 'to serve in love'. She said that my purpose in life was to protect my unborn sister, that she might fulfill her destiny The Marassa had chosen her for.
"But not everything was smooth sailing. A young health minister, who was also a very powerful Vodoun sorcerer, heard about the baby destined to bear the next gods, and came to see for himself. He appeared to befriend my father, and did small favors for my grandparents.
"On October 12th, my mother went into labor just as Hurricane Hazel hit Haiti. The damage was horrible, and I huddled with Papa and Mama as Donateura delivered Atabei. The next morning, ours was the only home still standing, in our whole neighborhood. The mambos claimed it was because of the powerful protection of The Marassa.
"Over the next eight years, I continued my training with Donateura as various mambos, which are the Vodoun priestesses of the highest rank, routinely visited us. The former health minister, Duvalier, who became the new President of Haiti, also continued to regularly visit us, bringing us small gifts and treats, and continuing to shower my grandparents with small favors.
"Finally, when I was eleven, the American President suddenly called my father back to Washington. Papa said it was called 'politics', and we should not be concerned. But when Duvalier found out we were leaving and Atabei would no longer be under his control, he became angry, and tried to stop Momma and Atabei from leaving.
"We did escape, with the help of Donateura, and some of the Mambos. We later heard he took Donateura prisoner, and tortured her for three days before she died. He also had my grandparents arrested. They disappeared while in Duvalier's prison, never to be heard of again.
"We discovered later that he wanted to be the father of the promised gods. And when he realized he couldn't, he wasn't going to let anyone else, either. He now feared Atabei and her promised offspring, for he knew that it was powerful magic," Deedee said.
"Excuse me, Deedee," I said as I scanned the area around the train, slowly expanding my range to the closest buildings that could be used for cover. I didn't detect anything unusual. Then I scanned for Penny and Kip. They were still asleep.
"Karla, we have a potentially dangerous situation here. Would you wake Kip and Penny?" I thought to her.
"Yes, Sir!" rang verbally from the galley. I made a mental note to work with Karla on the mind-speak thing soon.
"I'm sorry, I was just checking," I explained. "Please, continue."
Deedee gave me a strange look; as if she wanted to discuss what I had just done, but decided to finish their own story first.
"Duvalier, using his dark magic, tried his best to find us. But the priests and priestesses here and in Haiti worked hard to stop his magic from finding our trail. The American State Department arranged new names for us, that's why I'm now called Deedee and Atabei is called Abby. They moved us to a place near New Orleans and got Papa a job. Momma spent a lot of time with the followers of Vodoun; only it's called Voodoo here. She helped teach in their school for the refugees and volunteered at the clinic. The believers in Louisiana are a strong, close-knit group, and helped protect us over the years.
"When we heard that Duvalier had finally died in April, and we were relieved. We thought that the death threats had died with him," Deedee said, pausing. Abby reached her small hand across the table, and squeezed her sister's hand in support.
Finally, taking a deep breath, Deedee continued.
"It was a week later that they burned down our house ... Papa and Mamma were asleep, inside..." Deedee's voice cracked as she said it, so she stopped, squeezing her eyes tight, as she tried to hold back the tears. In that moment her shield failed, and I could sense the guilt flooding through her.
"Atabei had gone to spend the night with a friend from school, with me accompanying her as usual. The assassins scrawled messages in Haitian on the fence and the side of the shed, warning everyone what would happen to them if they ever crossed Baby Doc."
"Baby Doc?" Ileana interrupted.
"Yeah, that's what Duvalier's son is called," Abby answered for her sister. "He became the new 'President for Life', on his father's death, and he is the one who authorized the assassins to kill us. They told everybody he did it to honor the memory of his father."
Ileana reached in and placed her hand on theirs, "I'm so sorry," she told them.
Penny and Kip slipped into the booth across the aisle, as Karla brought them coffee.
"Stick around," I thought to Karla. "I'll catch all of you up in a moment."
"We had nothing except the clothes on our backs, and were not sure where to turn. We did not know whom we could trust, as we didn't know who had turned us in, so we ran away, and have been in hiding in the French Quarter, sleeping wherever we could find a safe place since then," Deedee explained, continuing her narrative.
"I finally got a job at Mr. Cavanaugh's hair stand, and have been earning enough to buy us some food. I tried to keep Abby hidden, because he has spies everywhere. We don't know if they think we were killed, or if they know we're alive. So you see, by taking us in, you have placed your whole family in grave danger," Deedee concluded.
I once more scanned around the train. Finding nothing, I pushed out a little further. I found Anna a few blocks away, headed towards the train, but nothing suspicious.
"We're good," I told everyone.
"What did you just do?" Deedee asked.
"I just checked to see if anyone was outside the train. I'll explain it in more detail later," I replied. "Now, let me ask you an important question. Would you and Abby like to stay with us for a while? I'll use everything in my power to help keep you safe, and we'll work out providing you with what you need until you can decide what you want to do."
Abby looked to her sister expectantly, again exchanging silent communications. Because it involved women making decisions, I didn't even try to see if I could listen in.
"You do understand the danger you may be placing your family in by taking us in?" Deedee asked.
"Better than you think," I replied. "However, having met you, I am willing to take that risk. Somehow, and I really cannot explain this, I have a hunch I am 'supposed' to do this. That it is all part of the plan. But as I said, I cannot explain that part."
"In that case, Abby, and I will accept your offer," she said as Abby squeezed my arm, excitedly. "And as soon as I figure out how to get to my parents accounts, we will pay you back."
"That's the last thing I'm worried about. Ileana, will you get Abby and Deedee some clothes to wear out while I fill Karla and Kip and Penny in on what's happening?" I asked. "I believe we need to go shopping again."
"Oh, goody!" Ileana squealed. "You'll like going shopping with Michael!"
Deedee and Abby looked puzzled.
"C'mon, let's find you something to wear," Ileana said pushing Deedee out of the booth. Together the three girls started for the Guest Wing. At the door Ileana stopped and turned to ask me, "Can the others come too?"
"Of course!" I replied.
Turning back to Penny, Kip, and Karla, I said, "Let me connect Anna. She's almost here." I did, and after bidding her good morning, I proceeded to fill all of them in, replaying what Deedee had told me.
"Who are they?" Anna asked.
"I'm sorry. I forgot that you haven't met them yet." So I also replayed yesterday afternoon for all of them.
I loved being able to do that, because it was so much more efficient to be able to show them everything I saw, as I saw it, and in a relatively short period of time.
Anna, Penny, Karla, and Kip discussed the security ramifications of adding the girls, temporarily, to our traveling group. Finally, Penny summed things up with, "Look, Michael has taken them in and it's up to us to protect them. However, before I call the FBI, I'd like you, Anna, to do some discreet checking to find out if anyone is actively looking for them. Maybe your Dad might have an idea on the best way to do that."
"Okay. I think I need to check on their papers. Birth records, insurance policies, and all that. If her father was with the diplomatic corps, I'm sure there is some insurance somewhere," Anna suggested.
"Great! But for today, they need some things to wear. And toiletries and whatever else it is that girls need to travel with me," I said.
"I guess that means shopping for cocktail dresses and formals too, because you have a black tie dinner tonight, and a red carpet premiere tomorrow night. You do have your tux with you, right?" Anna asked.
"Yeah. Do I need anything with it other than what I wore last week to the party?" I asked.
"Well, if we're going shopping, we'll take care of that as well," Anna replied. She had just arrived at the train in another large motor coach. "By the way, the train will be guarded by our people starting sometime today. I don't know who or when exactly, I just don't want you to be surprised and start zapping people."
We continued our discussion of the sisters as she boarded, stopping only when she entered the Dining Car. The reason we stopped is because I lost the connection when she grabbed me and pulled me into a lavish liplock.
"There!" she thought to me. "That's for all the times you interrupted what I was doing with all those incredibly sexy feelings. Hell, I've had to start carrying spare panties in my handbag because I never know when you're going to get all lovey-dovey with someone."
I'll admit it took me a moment to recover, as Kip smiled while Penny and Karla stared at the bold display of affection.
"Now," Anna said out loud. "Where were we?"
Kip laughed. "We're all right here. But it looks like the boss is out to lunch for a while!" referring to the glazed look in my eyes. Anna looks older than me, but the truth is, I'm older than she is, and she can really get my motor revving when she does something like that.
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