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Second Time Through - Book IIChapter 28: The Chosen free porn video
There was a light tap on the door.
I scanned and found it was Penny.
"What 'cha need?" I thought to her.
"There's a courier here. He says he has a delivery and he's supposed to wait for your response," Penny thought back.
"Tell him I'll be there in five minutes," I replied.
I eased from the berth and admired the still sleeping form of Adriana lying there, before pulling the sheet back up over her. Then I made my way to the bathroom, stopping to pick up the clothes we had left scattered on the floor. Jumping in the shower again and washing quickly, I was toweling off as I stepped back into the stateroom to dress.
"I believe this is what started it the last time," came Adriana's thoughts as she watched me starting to dress.
I looked to see her lying on her side, her head resting on the pillow which she cradled with both hands. The sheet had fallen to her waist, and I paused, staring at those magnificent breasts.
"Are you up for another round?" I asked.
"Are you?" she replied with a mischievous grin.
"Hold that thought," I told her. "I'll be right back."
I exited the stateroom and found a man seated at the conference table. After introducing himself, he said, "I'm supposed to ask you what color the rose was?"
I smiled. "You've been watching too many old spy movies," I scolded, playfully as I connected with Catherine.
"And you nearly drove me crazy this morning. I was so overwhelmed, I almost called for one of those private jets to fly to me Houston right then," she told me.
"I'm sorry," I thought to her insincerely, as I looked at the middle-aged, overweight, and balding courier. I had to chuckle at the irony of it.
He furrowed his brows, waiting patiently.
"Pink," I told him.
He simply held out a receipt, and a pen, assuming that any teenager with a railcar like this ought to know about signing for couriered deliveries. I directed him to the next car for some coffee and a Danish, while I sat down at the conference table to open the package from Catherine.
"You sure know how to kill a mood," I told her as I looked at the sheaf of papers.
"And you sure know how to create one," she replied.
There was silence between us as I reviewed what she had sent. I noticed a thick envelope among all the papers in the box. And a flat Tiffany blue box wrapped with a white ribbon.
"What's in the envelope?" I asked her. It is a tribute to how in tune we were as she knew exactly what I was referring to.
"Cash," she replied. "I figured you might need some since you haven't opened your account yet."
"And the Tiffany's box?" I asked.
"I found it while I was cleaning out some things," she explained. "I had given it to your grandfather many years ago, and had never seen him wear it. I never knew what had happened to it until I came across it the other day, and since you liked the watch so well, I thought you might enjoy that as well."
"You could have waited and given it to me yourself," I told her.
"It never held much sentimental value for me because he obviously never cared for it," she said shortly.
Adriana came up behind me, wrapping her arms around me, and tickling my ear as she nibbled on it. I smiled real big as I turned my head to kiss her, becoming lost again in her kiss. That is, until I heard Catherine say my name.
"Michael? What are you doing?" she asked softly. I could sense her arousal.
Adriana slid into my lap, her arms never leaving my neck.
"I can tell you are with someone," she said. "But I can't tell who you're with."
"Can I get back to you in a few minutes?" I asked Catherine as I cut the connection without waiting for a reply.
Adriana sat on my lap with her head on my chest, as if she was listening to my heartbeat.
"Did you really mean all those things you said ... while we were ... you know? In there?" she thought so softly, it might have been a whisper.
I didn't reply in words, but simply opened my heart to her, replaying what we had done from my point of view, so she could see the feelings behind the feelings, including my fear of opening my heart to her.
"Oh, Michael," she cried, "I love you!"
"I love you, too," I thought to her. I felt my powers increase as I basked in Adriana's unbridled love.
Suddenly, the door of the Observation Car slammed open.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER?" Deedee screamed.
Adriana leaped to her feet, startled by the scream.
Penny came bursting in right behind Deedee, looking for the cause of the alarm.
Jessica opened her door, not quite awake, to determine the cause of the commotion as well. She had obviously not pulled herself together yet.
"Jessica must be the heavy sleeper type, who has a hard time waking up," I thought to myself.
Soon the car was filled with girls, all talking at the same time. Adriana was trembling and Deedee was frightened at what she had seen happening to her sister, and her inability to protect her. Even with all the magic she had learned. Mikeya looked around in confusion at first. I quickly noted in passing that she felt better, and I thought I detected a glow about her that I hadn't noticed before. She smiled at me in her confusion as she waited for someone to sort things out.
Nicky, Vickie and Amy joined the fray, still in the t-shirts they had slept in.
Roger and Steve followed them. They had been finishing breakfast when the herd had thundered through the Dining Car on their way here.
They were quickly followed by Ileana, who was escorting an obviously glassy-eyed Abby.
Anna was bringing up the rear with an amused expression on her face. She smiled as she looked at Abby and then surveyed the scene.
"Another one?" she thought to me, nodding at Abby.
"Looks like it," I thought as I shrugged.
"Does she understand what's happening to her yet?" Anna replied.
"Probably not. I don't think we've gotten to it yet. I just figured it out last night. Not only her, but Jessica too," I thought to her. As I said that, it occurred to me that Jessica must be experiencing the same thing as Abby.
"Looks like you've got some explaining to do," Anna said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," I replied with a sigh as I now realized the reason for Jessica's confusion as well.
Abby spotted me and lurched across the room to where I was sitting, still slightly glassy-eyed. Landing in my lap, she wrapped me in her arms. Staring at me with those big beautiful eyes, she kissed me deeply, as she poured her soul into the kiss.
"Oh my god!" Adriana thought as she felt Abby's emotional connection with me. "Is that what's going on? They felt what we did?"
Breaking the kiss, I replied, "Yeah." It was all I could think of to say.
As Adriana stood looking at me, I felt the knot began to form in the pit of my stomach. "This is it!" I thought to myself. "This is the same point where Grace decided she couldn't share me with the others..."
"What's going on?" Deedee cried.
"Sh-h-h!" Anna told her. "This is important!"
"What's important?" Deedee cried, not understanding.
"He's waiting on Adriana!" Vickie told her. "Be quiet!"
Properly chastised, Deedee remained silent. I noticed that Vickie had connected her to the others so she could hear what was being said. In the background of Vickie's mind, I could sense her connection to several others, but before I could determine who, Adriana spoke.
"Michael. My mind tells me one thing, but my heart..." Adriana started
"Please, can SOMEBODY tell me what's going on?" Jessica cried from the door to her stateroom as she observed the silent group. "I'm so confused!"
"Sh-h-h-h!" several of them said to her. Vickie immediately connected Jessica to the rest of them.
I looked back at Adriana, waiting for her to resume her thoughts.
"As I was saying, my mind tells me to run away. That loving someone who loves so many others..." Adriana paused to look around the room before continuing, " ... will only lead to trouble. But my heart is telling me that what we shared was real. And that it was true. I'm aware that you have been chosen for ... er ... something, Michael. And that you were chosen for it because of your extraordinary capacity to love. So if you were chosen, I guess that means I was chosen too. It means that I was chosen to receive that love, and return it from the bottom of my heart!"
"Hey!" Nicky cried out loud. "That's right! We've been chosen too!" Cheers and vocal agreements greeted her conclusion, so I had to wait a moment for things to die down to respond.
However, before I could say anything, Abby asked, "You mean I was chosen? To love you and for you to love me?"
I smiled at her as I winked in acknowledgment.
Pandemonium erupted as the girls in the railcar, and the ones that were connected through Vickie, all began talking at once. Thank goodness they were all connected through Vickie.
Adriana, who was once more standing behind me with her arms around me, remained silent as she took in the scene. I detected a peace within her that hadn't been there before.
"I'm NOT sorry I opened myself to you," I thought. "But I was scared. I am so glad you chose not to run away."
"Me too," she thought back.
"I can feel the love between you two," Abby thought. "But I don't understand. If I was chosen for you, and you were the one I have been looking for, how can all of them be chosen too?"
Before I could think of a way to respond, it began to happen.
The railcar seemed to disappear around us and we were all standing on Wagner Point, with the vista of Twin Springs spreading out before us. The sun was just peeking over the mountains to our right and a fire was burning with the proverbial kettle hanging over it.
I looked around and there was Catherine. And all the others.
Debbie was there in shorts and a top, her car keys in her hand. Candy was wearing shorts and a t-shirt that advertised the cheerleading camp they were on their way to this morning. Julie and Jennifer were in their night clothes, and Randi was dressed for wherever she was heading.
Kalani was there! She was casually dressed in a native wrap, her pencil in her hand, looking surprised.
But the most surprised of all had to have been Deedee. And that surprised me as well!
Before I could say anything to them, the Old One appeared at my side.
"Come," he said. So I turned and followed him away from the others. He led me up a slight incline, and in the distance I saw another small fire and another kettle. He reached it and ladled me a cup of the warm brew that still tasted cool as I drank.
I looked back down the hill, and could see several old women, dressed similarly to the Old One, doing the same for the girls. I was far enough away that I couldn't hear what was being said, but they were still very much within my sight.
After draining my cup. I turned to the Old One, who said, "You have done well."
"Ah, thanks, I guess. It's just that I am not sure WHAT I have done well," I replied.
There was a long pause before he answered.
"It is time, Michael. What you need to know will now be revealed," he stated somewhat formally, and in a different tone. It seemed friendlier, almost fatherly.
"What are you called? For you are different than the Old One who has instructed me before," I asked.
"Excellent! This is more than we expected," he responded.
Confused by his response, I remained silent. I knew that they would explain in their own time.
"Why did everybody get so quiet all of a sudden?" Mikeya asked.
I opened my eyes to see that I was once again in the railcar. Looking around me, the others who were supposed to be there were back as well. My body clock said we had been on the mountain, or at least a place that looked like the mountain in Southern Colorado for hours. But according to my watch, the elapsed time in the railcar was probably only seconds. Abby was still on my lap and Adriana was still standing behind me with her arms around her neck.
"Well, THAT was interesting!" Vickie said.
"Michael, I didn't realize..." Anna started to say, before everyone started talking.
I just listened as they all chattered at once, describing what they had been told. I couldn't follow any single thought, but I got the gist of it. They were told that they had been chosen, and they did not have to help me. But if they agreed, then they would have everything explained to them.
They all must have agreed because I didn't feel any dissension. And they all seemed to be satisfied with the explanation. But for the life of me, I could not sense what that explanation was. For some reason, it eluded my senses. However, I knew what I had been told, and while I wasn't sure I understood all of it, I did understand that our love, my love for them, and theirs for me, was the source of my powers. And I understood that we all were going to be given the opportunity soon to try it out. But for now, the Old One had told me that our awareness of it would be sufficient, and that I should concentrate on building the love.
"I think that everyone should get ready to leave, if we're going to get any serious shopping done today," Anna told everyone. "Michael, you still have a courier waiting for you."
"I do love you, Michael," Adriana thought to me. "I wish I could have you to myself again right now."
Then Adriana began to describe to me exactly what she would do with me if she did have me right now.
I was in agony as Little Mike had sprung to attention at her description, but Abby was still on my lap and there was no way I could adjust my swelling member with her there!
"Oh well," she thought mischievously, "I guess I'd better get ready to go shopping. Later my love," she thought with a giggle before kissing me on the ear as she left.
"I love you, Michael. Please tell me you'll love me too," Abby said softly, looking up at me with those big brown eyes. For the first time since I had met her, she was an open book to me. No shields, no defenses.
"Don't you worry," I told her. "You've already captured my heart!"
"C'mon, Abby. Let's go see if we can borrow something to wear. We have a lot to do," Deedee smiled tenderly at her little sister. "And thank you, Michael, for offering to take care of us. I understand now, and I am looking forward to serving you as well."
Roger, Jessica, and Steve were the only ones left in the railcar.
"That was certainly interesting," Steve said. "But I'll be damned if I understand what's going on."
"I know the feeling," Roger agreed.
They both looked at Jessica, waiting for her concurrence. However, she walked to the conference table where I was seated and lowered herself into my lap.
"I'm not certain I know what all this means, but since I have been 'chosen' as Adriana called it, I guess that means I'll be sharing you as well!" she said so softly, I'm sure that Roger and Steve only feet away, couldn't hear her. Then she sighed and kissed me tenderly. I felt her love, tentative but determined. I reciprocated, filling her with my love, unrestrained and complete.
"Oh. Oh. Oh-o-o-o!" she cried. "I do feel it!"
"Jessica?" Roger called her name, confused at seeing his daughter kissing their client.
"I'm not sure Daddy is going to understand," she giggled as she looked over my shoulder at him.
"Uh-hm-m..." came the sound of the courier clearing his throat. I asked him to give me five minutes, then reaching around Jessica; I pulled the documents to me and scribbled my name on the places Catherine had marked.
Jessica, still seated in my lap, took the documents as I signed them and repacked them in the courier pouch. I sealed it and he was on his way.
"Thank you for your help," I told her.
"You're welcome," she said, kissing me again. "I can't believe I'm falling for a teenager!" she added as a thought to herself.
I sighed as I realized I would have to tell her soon.
"Jessica, what's going on?" Roger asked.
Ignoring her father once again, she asked me, "Where is everyone going?"
"Shopping," I told her. "You should probably go with them. We have a black tie dinner to attend tonight, and I'd like you to go with me."
"But I don't have anything to wear!" she exclaimed.
"I should have seen that one coming," I thought to myself with a sigh.
Then to Jessica I said, "That's why they're going shopping. And you're going with them."
"Oo-o-o, I've got to get ready!" she said as she got up.
As she stooped to kiss my cheek before heading to her room, I picked up her thoughts.
"This may just turn out to be fun..." she thought to herself. " ... breaking in a good looking young stallion like Michael."
"I really do need to tell her the rest of my story," I thought with a grin. "But maybe I'll wait until after she breaks me in."
Steve and Roger just watched her go. Steve was mildly amused at seeing a side of Jessica he hadn't suspected. However, Roger, on the other hand was flummoxed. He had never seen his daughter acting like a giggling teenager, even when she WAS a teenager. He stood there staring as she disappeared into her stateroom.
"Hey, Michael?" Steve started, ignoring the whole Jessica scene. "Is there a way I can get some time with you today?"
"Sure," I replied with a chuckle. I wasn't laughing at Steve's request, but at Roger, who was still staring at the door his daughter had just closed without explaining what was going on. "Why don't you give me a few minutes to get the girls on their way, and then we can take whatever time you need. Okay?"
"Sounds good to me," he said. "It looks like it may take Roger a few minutes to be ready, anyway."
I left them to their own devices as I went to my cabin to put up the envelope and Tiffany box. I had decided to open it when I could spend a few minutes alone with Catherine.
There was a knock, then Mikeya stuck her head in the door. "I just wanted to let you know we're leaving. Can I get you anything?" she asked.
I thought for a minute. "Yeah," I replied. "If you see one, I'd like a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup."
"What's that?" she asked.
"I forgot. You probably don't have them on Tapato. They're candy. Peanut butter covered in chocolate. You can ask Nicky or Vickie to help you find them," I suggested.
"Okay," she said, standing there looking at me.
Finally, she asked, "Michael, would it be okay if I stayed with you tonight?"
"Of course," I told her. "But you know it may be late? I have to go to a reception."
"Oh, I know," she said trying to hide a grin. "Maybe by then you'll have recovered."
"Recovered?" I asked. I hadn't been scanning her, so I didn't know where she was headed. But it caused me to remember that I needed to be more alert, as I forgot what she said and began scanning the area.
"Ileana said she didn't feel like going shopping. And I think she has finished her time, so if you're staying here and she's staying here ... and if I know my sister, and ... if I know my husband ... well, I think you all can figure it out," she giggled. "I just hope she doesn't wear you out completely!"
Mikeya stood on her tiptoes as she kissed my cheek, before running out the door. I had quit listening while I scanned for any danger, so while I heard what she said, it didn't totally register at first.
"Mikeya, I..." I said before I realized she was going out the door. "You get a kick out of surprising me, don't you?" I thought to her as she left the train, heading for the motor coach and the others.
"Yeah!" she laughed. "You have to admit, it's hard to do. Wait until I tell your sister! She'll never believe me."
Now I'm not really slow or dim-witted, and I wasn't tired or stressed, or anything. But for some reason, as I considered what she was going to tell my sister, I suddenly realized what Mikeya had just told me about Ileana.
Roger knocked on my open door. "The girls have left. Where would you like to meet?"
"You pick. I'll be there in two minutes," I replied as I scanned for Ileana.
"Hey good looking. You okay?" I asked when I found her in her stateroom. "Your sister said you didn't feel like shopping."
She blushed. For some reason, it made me horny when I felt her blush. Hell, what am I saying? Anything to do with a female makes a sixteen year old horny!
"Yeah ... I thought I'd hang around here and maybe see what you were doing," she said shyly.
This wasn't exactly what I had come to expect from Ileana, who was usually confident and direct. So I delved a little deeper and saw that she was actually nervous. It would take a microscope to dissect all the jumbled reasons floating around her mind, so I didn't bother.
"Great! That means I can have you all to myself," I told her happily. "I have to meet with the architects for a little while first, though. You want to join me? We're going to talk about our new home."
"Sure," she replied. "Where are you?"
"In my room," I told her. "But I was headed for the Dining Car. Just head this way until you see this real handsome guy. I'll be the one standing beside him," I teased her as I headed out to find them.
"Oh, Michael!" she cooed.
Steve and Roger were in the Dining Car with the plat map laid out on a table.
Ileana arrived about the same time as me so I kissed her cheek as I squeezed her hand.
"Okay, Steve. It's your show," I told him.
I was happy. Happy to work on the new house plans, and happy that Ileana had stayed for me. However, I should have been paying more attention to what was going on outside the train.
Like I said, I was happy. I should have been paying more attention to what was happening outside the railcar. So the knock on the rear vestibule door surprised me.
I quickly scanned, then called to Kip. "Company. And they're not here to welcome us to Houston!"
"Quick! I want all of you in the Observation Car, now!" Kip ordered.
We all hurried to the rear of the train, while Kip ducked into the pantry. When he emerged, he was carrying his MP5N 9mm submachine gun and some other paraphernalia. "Okay, Michael. Do your thing and let's find out what we're facing," Kip said.
Before doing anything else, I connected to Anna. "Sorry to bother you, but we have a situation," I thought to her. I could feel her becoming still as she immediately thought, "Okay, Michael, what's up?"
"We're just about to find out. There are three cars next to the train. One says Harris County Sheriff on it; the other two are plain blacks with Louisiana tags," I told her.
I scanned the lone man on the porch. Deputy Tommy Clark was not happy. He did not like to be set up, and this whole thing had the smell of set-up on it. "Since when does an interstate kidnapping case NOT involve the FBI?" he thought.
"Tommy, run these here boys out to the Englewood yard and see if there's a custom job with the name 'Rowena' on the side. If it's there, serve their warrant and then get back here. You understand?" The dispatcher had told him.
"It's not a local warrant. How can I serve a Louisiana warrant in Texas?" Deputy Clark had asked.
"Don't ask no questions, son. Just do as you're told. The Sheriff wants these boys accommodated. Now git!" the fat dispatcher had told him. "And don't fuck this one up!"
Now twenty-eight years old, Tommy had been a deputy for four years, and had already earned a reputation for asking too many questions and for one big fuck up. Born and raised in Hartford, Connecticut, he had joined the Marines at eighteen. After six years as an MP at Camp Pendleton, California, he met a sweet young thing, married her, and moved to Houston so she could be near her family. Her daddy got Tommy a job with his brother, who was the Harris County Sheriff, and reminded Tommy of it every time they went over to his in-laws house. As the marriage began to fall apart, it was his wife who did most of the reminding that he owed his job to her. Finally, she met a young salesman at the local Ford Truck dealership, and ditched their three year marriage for greener pastures and a greener bank account.
Tommy had decided to remain with the Harris County Sheriff's Department, naively believing he was on the way up in the department. That had been his big fuck up, as his career ground to an abrupt halt with the divorce. Now, all he seemed to get were the shit assignments. The jobs that no one else wanted. It's still police work, he kept telling himself. But even he wasn't buying it anymore.
"Open up," he called. "This is the Sheriff's Department."
"This is some fancy way to travel," he thought. "I wonder what they did to get on Dewey's bad side."
Yes, Deputy Clark had recognized the name on the warrant.
Samuel Dewey ran New Orleans. A former District Attorney, who had found more lucrative ways of making money with the help of powerful friends with powerful secrets. Dewey had started out protecting those friends by protecting their secrets. Even the dirty little secrets. Now in private practice, his client list read like a who's who of organized crime in Louisiana.
"Did you get all that?" I thought to Anna.
"It's hearsay and inadmissible as evidence," she thought back.
Kip laughed in his mind as he thought, "I can't wait to hear you explain to the judge how you came by it!"
"Well, it looks like you picked up a little trouble when you picked up Deedee and Abby," Anna thought back. "Just keep stalling. I need to get to a phone and call Daddy. I'll have them drop me someplace I can find a phone and then I'll grab a cab back to the train."
"If it's the General you need, hang on a minute," I told her as I began to focus.
"I can hear you moving in there," Deputy Clark called out. "Don't make me break down this door."
He could tell the men from Louisiana were getting antsy, as he listened for sounds of more movement. "I'd sure hate to have to mess up this beautiful old door," I heard Deputy Clark think to himself.
I located the General. He was alone in his office at the Pentagon. Tapping him on his mental shoulder I said, "Good morning, General. I have a long distance call for you from your daughter."
"Huh?" he snorted at the invisible interruption.
"Will you accept the charges?" I added with a laugh.
"What the fuck? How did ... never mind. Hell, let me talk to her," he said. I could tell that he was talking out loud. I reminded him that he didn't need to speak, in case someone overheard him, just think. Then I connected him with Anna.
I pushed their conversation to the back of my mind as the four men from Louisiana, all wearing cheap dark suits with white shirts and narrow ties, had now congregated at the steps to the vestibule asking Deputy Clark what was going on. Deputy Clark explained that he thought someone was in here, but we wouldn't come to the door.
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