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Courtship By ProxyChapter 5: Bubbles free porn video
Looking at his watch to check the time, Kyle realized that he had not adjusted it yet for the time zone changes. Quickly changing the hours, he saw that it was already 6:45 pm. He decided to get unpacked and settled before his dinner was due to arrive.
Placing clothes in drawers and the closet, Kyle reflected on his jubilation in finally hearing from Bubbles. No woman had ever intrigued him, stimulated him, or so fully amazed him with her efforts to have a relationship with him, and he had thought he had lost her.
Would he finally see her? She had said she would be his companion for the next three days – a schedule that coincided precisely with his trip to Washington, DC this week. While he appreciated the way she always seemed to surprise him, he wished that he had known of her plans so that he would have had an opportunity to plan something for her as well.
Kyle had just finished arranging toiletry items in the bathroom when he heard a knock on the room door. He quickly went to the door and opened it without checking who was there. A young man stood there holding a picnic basket.
“Kyle Mason?” he asked.
“That’s me,” Kyle replied.
“Then this must be for you.” He handed Kyle the basket. “Just hold onto the basket and dishes and I’ll pick them up from you when I deliver your breakfast. Have a good night.” He turned and retreated down the hall to the elevators.
Kyle carried the basket to the table in the room and opened it. Inside was a Tupperware bowl, what appeared to be a sandwich wrapped in aluminum foil, a spoon, napkin, and two bottles of his favorite beer. He opened the Tupperware and smelled the tomato soup inside. Feeling the aluminum foil, he saw that the sandwich inside was still quite warm. He unwrapped it and found a perfectly browned grilled cheese sandwich. He checked his watch. 7:04pm. He relocated the room phone so that it was sitting on the table with his meal, opened one of the beers and waited.
Less than a minute later, the phone rang. Kyle answered it before the first ring ended and said, “I thought I had lost you.”
“Oh god Kyle, why would you ever think that?”
“Well your proxies have tended to just disappear on me without even saying goodbye, and after the weekend that Tara and I shared, I thought that maybe you couldn’t accept what we did together,” he told her.
“I’m sorry Kyle,” she said. “You need to understand that you have an effect on my proxies almost as significant as you have had on me. It is so hard to leave you at all, if I expected them to say goodbye to you and look into your eyes as they left your life, I could never forgive myself.”
“A note or something would have been nice,” he said.
“I understand Kyle, and I’ll try to do better. Now, why would you think that I couldn’t accept what you and Tara shared? I’ve told you, Kyle, Tara was me when she was with you. What you shared you shared with me, and it has taken me these last three weeks to recover from the experience.”
“One day I really hope to comprehend this proxy power thing that you and your sisters have,” he said.
“Trust me, Kyle, one day soon I’ll make sure you comprehend everything perfectly. So, are you ready to eat dinner with me?”
“You’re here?” Kyle said as he prepared to run to the door and open it for her.
“I’m not at the hotel Kyle, but I’m close. I will be close enough to you over the next few days to make sure that you are completely taken care of.”
“You don’t think I can take care of myself?” he teased her.
“I’m sure you can. I can just do it better, and I will. Let’s talk while we eat so your soup and sandwich don’t get cold.”
Kyle picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup. It was still quite warm and delicious. He held the phone in his left hand as he took another spoon of soup with his right hand. “How did you manage to get this meal made and delivered? This isn’t typical restaurant fare.”
“Simple,” she said. “I cooked it and paid a college boy to deliver to you. I will fix all your meals for you while you are here, and while I won’t be with you physically, we will share every meal just as we are this one.”
“You must live pretty close to the hotel for the food to arrive as warm as it was.”
“Why do you think I had your reservation switched? Those seven miles could make a difference in whether your meals were edible by the time you received them. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I assume you’re asking if I minded you switching my reservation, and the answer is ‘no’,” he said. “This hotel is better and more conveniently suited for my agenda this week. I was admitting to myself when I arrived that had I know where this one was, it would have been my first choice. Knowing that it’s closer to you is an added benefit.”
“How’s your soup?” she asked.
“Perfect,” he said. “It amazes me how much you know about me. A grilled cheese sandwich and bowl of tomato soup has always been one of my favorites, ever since I was a kid.”
“This was actually on the menu for that Sunday night at your apartment, but other things took priority if I remember right,” she giggled.
“I have no regrets about missing a few meals that weekend. I would forego this meal right now to be able to spend the time with you in person.”
She sighed, “Oh I would too Kyle, and I think we’re getting close to that happening, I really do. I know that you love me Kyle, and you’re close to knowing it too aren’t you?”
“I’ll admit that I’ve known it for weeks,” he said, “and I’ll tell you right now that I love you. Unfortunately, I still haven’t come to terms with the cloud hanging over me, and I don’t want to risk ‘us’ until there is some sort of closure there. I’m sure that Tara related our conversation to you about...”
“Karen Mayes,” she interrupted.
“That’s the cloud,” he confirmed.
“I know Karen Mayes,” she said, “and I know what she believes you did to her life. I knew all about it before I decided to announce my love for you and it didn’t deter me. Nothing will deter me where you are concerned Kyle. I will never let Karen Mayes or your memories of her stand between you and me. I will never let her hurt you again.”
“I’m not concerned with her hurting me, Bubbles. I’m concerned about me hurting you. I honestly don’t know what I did to Karen, but whatever it was, it turned a sweet girl who I thought cared deeply for me into someone who held me in such contempt that I have never been able to forget it. I would rather walk away from you right now than risk doing the same thing to you. If you know Karen, and you know what I did to her, please tell me.”
“In the first place Kyle, I will prove that my love for you is stronger than your fear. I won’t let you walk away from me over this or anything else, so get that notion out of your head right now. Secondly, you did nothing wrong with Karen Mayes. It was always her, not you or anything you did. I told you weeks ago that I was ‘broken’ Kyle, and that is why I couldn’t just come directly to you and profess my love as I think we both would have preferred. I had to come to terms with a lot of emotions in my life, some involving you, but most involving other people. I was scared, insecure, and even ashamed of my weakness towards you, so I have had to resort to the use of proxies to help me prove myself to you. You couldn’t fix me Kyle, and you can’t fix Karen Mayes. Please don’t try.”
“Okay,” he said. “I don’t want to talk about Karen Mayes anymore. So, do you think there is any chance that I will see you this week?”
“I hope so, but it may not be until after you return to California.”
“But I thought you were in the area of the hotel?” he said in confusion.
“Kyle, I could walk to you right now and my shoes would hardly get dirty, that’s how close I am, but I don’t think I’ll be ready to see you until later in the week, which means that if I have to come to you in California, that is what I’ll do.”
“I hate not being able to plan things for you; for us, like you can. I want to be able to send you flowers, text you with mushy words of endearment, or call just to hear your digitally altered voice. How would you feel if you were in my shoes?”
“I would be miserable, but I’m moving as fast as I can to end your misery; our misery. We share that too Kyle.”
“I know we do,” he said.
“There is another reason why I want us to spend time together on the phone this week,” she said. “Once we’re together for good, I want you to know that I will still take care of you wherever your travels take you or how far you are from me. So, to that end, would you like to watch a movie with me?”
“Explain the process,” he said.
“At the bottom of the basket you received there should be a USB clip drive.”
He looked through the basket and found the drive. “Got it.”
“Good,’ she said. “There are five movies on that drive. Why don’t you put it in your laptop and tell me which one you want to share with me tonight?”
He booted his laptop and opened the files on the drive. The movie titles listed were, “Air Force One”, “Amanda”, “Chasing Liberty”, “National Treasure”, “Notting Hill”, and “Serendipity”.
“Okay,” he said, “I only know some of these titles.”
“That’s fine,” she told him. “Do you have an interest in watching one with me tonight?”
“I am assuming the process is that we will both start the movie on our computers at the same time and watch it together, while apart.”
“That’s the gist of the idea,” she confirmed. “However, all the movies provided come with an added little feature just for you and me...”
“An added feature?” he asked.
“I think so,” she giggled. “All these movies are clothing optional for the audience. I’ve already opted for lying here in my bed naked with the laptop next to me, but you can do what you want.”
“This would work better if we were both on cell phones so we could put the phones on speaker. Can you arrange that?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said. “You hurry up and make your clothing choice and I’ll call you right back on your cell phone.” She hung up before he could respond.
His cell phone rang within seconds.
“I am so sorry Kyle!” she said. “I never wanted to end a phone call with you without telling you that I love you, but you got me so excited that I was anxious to switch phones and neglected my own rule. I’m sorry. I love you.”
“As far as I’m concerned, this is just a continuation of the same call, so you get a pass this time. Now I’m going to put you on speaker as I get undress and my laptop situated on the bed. Do you have a preference as far as the movies go?”
“You pick,” she said.
“Okay, how about ‘Notting Hill? I haven’t seen that one in a long time and it is a nice light-hearted comedy that I would like to share with you.”
“Good choice,” she said. “I’ll get queued up on my end, so let me know when you’re ready there.”
A few minutes later, he told her he was ready. They both launched the movie at the same time and waited for the opening song to start.
“That is my favorite Elvis Costello song,” Kyle said.
“What song is that,” she asked in response.
“The opening song of the movie. ‘She’. Haven’t you ever listened to it?”
“Shhh, let me listen.”
She May be the face I can’t forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She May be the song that summer sings
May be the chill that autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day
She
May be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem
Inside her shell
She
Who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one’s allowed to see them when they cry
She May be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
That I’ll remember till the day I die
She
May be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I’m alive
The one I’ll care for through the rough in ready years
Me
I’ll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I’ve got to be
The meaning of my life is
SheShe, oh she
As soon as the song ended, she said, “Hit pause.”
He paused with her and waited.
“That song was by Elvis Costello?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he said. “I have the MP3 version that I could e-mail to you if I ever had your e-mail address.”
“I would love to have it, so just hold it for me until I see you next. Hit play.”
He hit play to restart the movie.
“Hello?” Kyle answered the phone in a very groggy voice.
“Good morning sweetheart. I know that it’s only 4:00 am by your internal clock, but you’re here now, so it’s time to rise and shine. Your breakfast will be at your door in a few minutes, so if you’re still clothing-optional, get prepared. I’ll call you back in a few minutes so we can chat over breakfast. I love you, Kyle.”
Kyle looked at the phone and smiled. He would gladly sacrifice sleep for the opportunity to have her voice – even digitally altered – be the first thing he heard each morning. As if on cue, there was a knock at his door. He pulled on the gym shorts that he had left at the foot of the bed and answered the door.
“Hey,” said the same young man from the night before. “Here’s your coffee and breakfast. Do you have the other basket ready to go?”
“Oh yeah,” said Kyle. “Let me get it for you.” He went to the table and retrieved the picnic basket. While returning to the door he had a thought. He handed the basket to the delivery boy who simply turned and walked away.
Kyle set his new delivery on the table and examined the contents. There was a carafe of what smelled like Hazelnut coffee and two piping hot raisin muffins fresh from the oven. His cell phone rang.
“You’re going to spoil me,” he said on answering.
“You have no idea how much I am going to spoil you, Kyle. You will never, and I mean never doubt my love and devotion to you. Will you share your breakfast with me?”
“With pleasure. Let me put you on speaker so I can pour some coffee.”
“Is your breakfast okay?” she asked.
“Perfect,” Kyle said, “I was never a big breakfast person, so this is an ideal setup for me. I can eat one of the muffins now with a cup of coffee, and save the other one for later in the morning when I usually get a hankering for something to eat.”
“I remember that about you,” she said. “You know what I have been craving all morning?”
“No, what?”
“I have been craving a chance to kiss that dimple on your butt.”
He chuckled. Tara had refused to accept that the indentation on his left butt cheek was a scar from when he had been shot in Iraq. She insisted that it was just a dimple.
“You mean you want to kiss my boo-boo?” he teased.
“Please don’t say that Kyle. You don’t know how close to a total breakdown I was when I heard about you being shot. I’m sure the innkeeper in Landstuhl will never forget the crazy American woman who was a guest there the entire time that you were in the hospital at Ramstein Air Force Base.”
“You were there?” Kyle asked. “Did you come to see me?”
“I visited you every day, Kyle. I had to see for myself that you were going to be okay.”
“How come I never knew?” he asked.
“I only visited late at night when I knew that you would be asleep, except for a couple of times when I came into your room dressed as one of your nurses, wearing a surgical mask, but I think you were asleep those times too. I was so scared of losing you, but I was more frightened of my love for you even then.”
“Wow,” said Kyle. “I guess you really do like me.”
She laughed, and to Kyle, it sounded like she may have expelled some coffee through her nose.
Between coughs, she said, “Maybe a little, but don’t let it go to your head.”
“So how long have you known me?” he asked her.
“I wish I could put a chronological figure on it that would clarify things for you, but you need to realize that while I may have been alive, I never really existed except for the times when you have been in my life, Kyle. I have known you all my life because I have no life without you.”
“Who do you work for? I mean, what kind of work do you do?”
“Let’s just say that in a round-about way, I work for your uncle.”
“Would you like to meet him? How about having dinner with him tonight?” Kyle asked.
“Are you serious?” she said.
“Sure,” Kyle told her. “He always wants me to stop by while I’m in town so I could arrange for us to have dinner with him.”
“Maybe some other time,” she said. “I would need a little more prep time before having dinner at the White House with the President, even if he is your uncle.”
“Okay, just remember that you have a standing invitation.”
“I’ll remember. So, what does your day look like? A lot of meetings?”
“I only have one real meeting confirmed. I have left some time this afternoon in case I can get a meeting scheduled with an individual at the NSA I have been trying to get some face time with. If that falls through, I may head over to Langley to visit with the Science and Technology department heads.”
“So, what time can I plan for having your dinner delivered?”
“Are you planning to share a movie with me again tonight afterward?” he asked.
“Either a movie or phone sex. We’ll wait and see how things progress.”
“In that case, let’s eat early. How about 6:30 pm?”
She giggled, “Clothing optional dinner at 6:30 pm coming up.”
“The nanotechnology we have been developing in my department is derived from research I began as part of my doctoral thesis in college,” the presenter said to her audience.
“Since we are dealing at a cellular level, and with anatomical terminology that does little to describe the underlying objectives of the program, I ask you all to please take a moment and look at the illustrations currently on the screen before you.”
“You will see a robotic arm at one of our nation’s auto assembly plants. This particular robotic arm is tasked with taking a bundle of electrical wire, gathering them together into a tight bundle, and then cinching them to produce a wiring harness that will allow for their more efficient placement within the assembled vehicle. Note that none of the wires are damaged in this process, and in most cases, the combined relative strength of the adjoining wires have made the completed harness much stronger than the sum of the individual wires would be if routed separately. If the robot released the gathered wires prior to the cinch being applied, they would return to their normal state.”
“Now imagine that instead of wires, a miniature version of a similar robot was injected into the human body and programmed to seek out specific muscles and either clamp down to compress this muscle, or separate the muscle resulting in its expansion. In essence, that is what our program is about.”
The presenter paused as the anticipated mumbling and chatter began within her audience. She turned off the projected images and gave her audience a minute before reclaiming their attention.
Smiling she said, “My hearing isn’t that good, but I’m sure I heard several among you asking the same questions; ‘Why?’ and ‘What does this have to do with our nation’s intelligence-gathering capabilities.’ Perhaps I can show you with another little demonstration.”
She stood facing fully in front of her audience, brushed the few strands of hair hanging onto her forehead back and then pressed a button on the remote control held in her other hand. Her audience gasped in shock as a horrendous scar gash began to appear at her hairline above her right eye, and then continued down over her eyelid, across her nose, and finally ended at her jawbone below her left ear. Her once beautiful face was now a disfigured and terrifying sight for her audience to behold. Many of them looked away, unable to fathom the damaged beauty before their eyes.
She began walking around the room, allowing any member of the audience who chose to do so the opportunity to examine her face close-up. When their examinations were complete, she returned to the front of the room, pressed the remote once more, and allowed her audience to watch her face as it was restored to its original beauty.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, that is just one example of how nano muscle manipulation could be used for Radical Appearance Modification of our assets in the field, disguise confidential informants to keep them safe, or any other number of valuable uses.”
She pressed a button on the remote once more and her next words were spoken in a deep Baritone voice that would have made James Earl Jones proud, “We have already developed nanorobots specific to arrector pill muscles, which are the involuntary muscles in our skin that cause goosebumps; skeletal muscles, which are the voluntary muscles used primarily for body movement; and smooth muscles, such as those in most body organs like the bladder or uterus.”
She pressed the remote again and her voice returned to normal, “Obviously we can use the nano muscle manipulation to alter voices as you just witnessed, we can also induce an involuntary limp that would fool an orthopedic surgeon, and at the risk of offending anyone or providing false hope, depending on the circumstances, the nano muscle manipulation technology could be used to increase female breast or male organ dimensions.”
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