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Last of three parts.
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Survivor part 3 of 3
"Thank you officer." Elmo said calmly.
The startled officer stared at Elmo's bloody torso. "You can still
talk?"
"I can do better than that when my back stops hurting from holding that
agent by the throat on the way down." Elmo rolled over and crawled to the
curb.
"You shouldn't move, you will bleed more. There is an Ambulance just
pulling up." The trooper launched into a lecture.
"I'm amazed, the bullet blocking techniques actually worked. My che has
gone on a vacation. I'll live officer, better check on those inside." Elmo
rolled back over and put his feet up on the curb. Tom appeared, gun in
hand, safety still off.
"We are alright, Elmo. Everyone hit the deck when the shooting started.
You do not look good at all." Tom surveyed the scene of carnage.
"What is a bullet blocking technique?" The nearest trooper said.
"A black belt only thing I should not have mentioned outside the dojo.
I'm in for it now." Elmo replied.
"You got that right Elmo!" Tom added.
The paramedics arrived on scene, and quickly started to examine Elmo.
The agents in the street were a low priority item.
"I'm okay guys." Elmo said to them.
They pulled Elmo's favorite sweatshirt back for a look. The found six
deformed slugs. They missed the Velcro closure on the street side. Elmo
pulled his sweatshirt down, and struggled to his feet.
"You recognized these guys? You called them agents. What agents?" The
same trooper asked.
"FBI agents, from the same group that controlled the slave dungeon up
US45. The one that was raided this morning. Better put a heavy guard on
all the other remaining women released today." Elmo looked like a pretzel.
The girls came out, followed by Shannon and Lisa, stepping over the
broken glass. Their chocolate filled bags clutched tightly to their sides.
"Tom, what is with Elmo? Is he hurt badly?" Sammy asked.
"Apparently nothing serious, though he has some explaining to do on
account of his loose tongue." Tom winked in Elmo's direction, he knew of
Elmo's bullshit line.
"You are a trouble magnet, Elmo." Tom added with a grin. Lisa and
Shannon stayed close to Tom as the troopers gathered their information and
talked to the witnesses.
"Say, Tom, I know you likely have plans already, but if you and Lisa
want to, you can have some quiet time at my place back at the lake.
Shannon, you are welcome to come back to the lake too, if you want. Or you
can leave this trouble magnet behind and head home. I'm sure you can find
a ride south to the airport. What would you like to do?" Elmo looked
pained.
"This is way too much here, the twins and I vote for going back to your
camp." Shannon didn't think twice about it. They had already discussed
their plans in the store.
Tom and Lisa whispered together for a little while. "Lead on, Elmo!
Quiet sounds good to the two of us too." Tom was firm in his conviction.
"One stop on the way north. Pick-N-Save for supplies. The twins have a
shopping list, and the cash. I had best stay in the car and recover.
There isn't any need to shock the locals by appearing all bloody in the
store." Elmo was always so practical.
Lisa, Tom, and the twins went into the grocery store to get the stuff,
accompanied by a trooper. Another car full of troopers stayed outside next
to Elmo's Honda.
"You walked into the line of fire Secret Service like!" Shannon stared
at Elmo.
"Stupid, wasn't it?" Elmo was not for talking much now. "Those 10mm
rounds hit like a rear kick."
"I was terribly worried when you yelled. Then the shooting started. I
knew I was going to die. I just knew Bill would not give up that easily.
Then I heard you were shot. I was almost sick in the candy store. That
makes at least 10 of Butt Hole's crew you have seen off. What is next?"
Shannon caressed Elmo's cheek.
"Downtime at the lake, I hope. I think we still have a visit from Lt.
Lightfeather to deal with. That and whoever else knows you are alive by
now." Elmo was not looking forward to more excitement.
"I still do not know what was in the bunker. I don't know if the
Michigan troopers know of the raid." Elmo was watching outside for the
twins.
The twins came out with a cart load of goods. Most went into Tom's
rental car.
"Tom, here is a set of directions to the cabin. North on US45 to
Watersmeet, then right at the sign for the trout hatchery. Are we going to
have an escort all the way north?" Elmo asked as he handed Tom a printed
page.
"At least to the state line. My counterpart wanted to know about
Kenpo." Tom grinned. Elmo grinned back.
When the motorcade wound its way over the gravel roads, and came to the
first gate, there was a reception committee waiting. A Michigan marked
unit, and another Ford with two occupants.
"Where have you been? It is after noon." Lt. Lightfeather noticed the
bloody sweatshirt. "I see you picked up some more strays."
"I've been busy in Eagle River. You should ask your dispatch to get the
details of the raid and shootings." Elmo stated.
"Who are your friends?" Lightfeather asked.
"Two California Highway Patrol officers. One just released from the
same place Shannon was abused." Elmo answered. "Who are your shadows over
there?"
"Two FBI agents." Lightfeather responded.
"Well then, it's a family party, isn't it?" Elmo finished.
"Come on down the road." Elmo hobbled out and unlocked the gate. The
four cars bounced down the old logging road to camp.
"Cindy, here are the keys to the cabin. Can you show our guests inside?
Keep a firearm handy for the suits. Do not take chances with them, but
don't be obvious either. Tom, can you help me with the ice?" Elmo
partitioned the chores and started for the tool shed.
Once the two were safely out of earshot, Elmo handed Tom a laptop.
"This was Dick Anderson's laptop. Here are the passwords; this is a
copy of Bill's laptop. Lots in here, some slave cells operate in your
area. A big fat set of busts waiting to happen. Take it, it is yours.
Tell nobody about it... Also I need your help in checking the damage below
my body armor." Elmo winced and dropped to his knees as he lifted the
sweatshirt up. Tom opened the Velcro.
"Two 2" bruises. I don't see where the other four landed." Tom was very
impressed with the suit.
"Let's go see what those suits are doing before they get shot." Elmo
hobbled out followed by Tom.
"That cabin down the hill is for you two. The gas is off, and the
switch is at the lower left from the door. The sheets are in the main
cabin. Check it out and stash that laptop." Elmo pointed down the hill.
Another Marked car arrived; this one had a driver and a set of shoulder
pads. The brass Trooper beckoned Elmo over.
"Are you Elmo Sizorbil?" Chief Nordstrom asked.
"Yes sir, I am." Elmo responded.
"I am Chief Toivo Nordstrom, Wakefield post." The chief shook Elmo's
hand firmly.
"Do you have any idea what was in those packages you say you saw being
loaded into the ground on Saturday?" The chief asked.
"No sir. I though they looked like drugs." Elmo said.
"Could you identify the individuals that were handling them, if you saw
them again?" The chief asked.
"Yes, sir. They are dead. I believe they were recovered just west of
here." Elmo said.
"Thank you, Mr. Sizorbil. Was the same set of people involved in the
escapade in Eagle River?" The chief asked. He knew already what the answer
was.
"The same group, both from the raid, and the shootings." Elmo answered.
"I have a video of the events to the west of here. It is extremely
graphic. Bill Andrews made it on his laptop. You better have an empty
stomach, sir." Elmo blew the chief away.
"Show me please." The chief stood straight up.
"Bill Andrews was not a favorite of mine." Thechief said when the laptop
was produced.
"Here it is. There is also this cell phone, this MAC-10, and here are
the iron restraints I cut off Shannon McDonald. Double click this icon to
watch the video." Elmo moved the mouse over it. "One more thing, here is a
bag of Semtex that was in that laptop." Elmo handed the chief a baggie with
the orange substance in it.
Back inside, Agent Jones was just frothing. Shannon and Lisa had
disappeared into the bathroom area. Cindy and Tom were sitting on the day
bed, Tom was fondling his holster. Samantha was not in sight anywhere. Lt
Lightfeather and his tag along were seated just outside the main door,
watching a number of deer at the salt lick. They could hear everything
inside from their perch.
"Mr. Sizorbil, I am Agent Jones of the Duluth FBI office. Just how
long did you expect to hold onto Shannon and her daughters? There are
court orders concerning those twins! They should have been brought to the
authorities at once when they were recovered. You are in so much trouble;
they will have to shoot you cigarettes with a 30'06. Where did you get the
twins from? Assaulting federal agents, concealing evidence, pilfering a
crime scene! Who are those other two? More conspirators in your circle?"
Agent Jones roared each question.
Tom sat passively but said nothing.
"Agent Jones, I doubt that you are a field agent. A rookie, maybe. A
desk jockey, maybe. Have you considered, even for a micro-second the wants
and wishes of someone who has been beaten, kicked, raped, sodomized and
tortured on a daily basis for over three years? Someone who was told what
to do, when to do it? What shit covered penis she was to suck clean?" Elmo
measured his words again.
"As for my fellow conspirators, as you called them, both of my latest
guests are California Highway Patrol officers. One was a guest of your
friend Bill Andrews until this morning. The other is her fianc, who flew
in to participate in her rescue this morning. He is a Godan; a fourth
degree black belt. That is three-belt levels higher than me. I'm only a
lowly back belt. Though I have yet to use a firearm, at least ten people
are dead, by my hand, directly or indirectly. Twelve if you count the
foolish thugs at Baradur. That makes twelve men that have crossed swords
with me and lost. There are now TWO of my order in this room facing you.
Do you really want to pick a fight? If I was such a bad guy, why has the
State Police not arrested me? Why do you want to climb into the same bed
as those twelve, and force your will upon Shannon and her daughters?" Elmo
picked up the volume on the last sentence.
Lt. Lightfeather and his side kick were standing, weapons loose, just
outside the screened door behind Agent Jones.
"Are you threatening ME?" Jones was red and his veins pulsed with fury.
"Have you asked any of my houseguests what they want, or desired? You
will find that I do not intimidate easily, Agent Jones. Bill Andrews'
thugs had their MAC-10's out. It did not help them. I will not tolerate
your tone of voice or your demeanor." Elmo stood square shouldered and
faced Agent Jones.
A distinct CLICK of a safety going off caught the attention of everyone
in the room, and outside it.
"You will find, Agent Jones, that there are more guns, and more trained
people here than you can deal with. You should relax, and listen. Do not
bark and howl like a dog wanting to be fed. You will not win friends with
your current approach." Elmo steered the tone to a more civil level.
"If Shannon and her twins had wanted to leave, they had an opportunity
to leave with Lt. Lightfeather. Lieutenant, did anyone even remotely
appear to be coerced into staying here when you came for your visit?" Elmo
opened the floor to the Trooper. Jones noticed the trooper's gun was in
his hand.
"No sir." Lightfeather answered.
"Did I say anything that was false or misleading?" Elmo continued on his
witness.
"No sir." Lightfeather answered.
"If you continue on your present path, Agent Jones, I will declare you a
trespasser, and have you removed by force from my property." Elmo stated.
The chief appeared at the door, gear in hand, white faced. Another
black Ford appeared, crashing down the road and pulled in. The two State
troopers closest to the Ford walked out, widely spaced.
"Mr. Sizorbil, those packages contained cash. $18.6 million in cash.
Your statements to me, and the other evidence you have provided, allow me
to confiscate that money under federal seizure rules. That is quite a
bonus for the department. Thank you. I can find nothing that you have
done that would warrant your apprehension. Much less your indictment. I
applaud your training and trainers, you did a super job. Now please tell
me about this eagle." The chief plastered Agent Jones to the outhouse seat
with his speech.
Lt. Lightfeather appeared at the door with Mark Chandler, who was not
in a suit.
"Please do come in. We were just having a chat on motives and
activities." Elmo welcomed another guest to the cabin.
"Where is Shannon?" Mark said, scanning the area for her.
"Hi, Mark!" Cindy stood and waved to Mark.
"Cindy, I'm so glad to see you are safe." Mark smiled.
"Mom is in the back. She should be out soon. I just heard the water go
off." Samantha said from behind the kitchen door.
Shannon and Lisa appeared together. Lisa beamed at Tom, looking clean
and refreshed.
"Hello, Mark. I never thought I would see you again." Shannon looked
over to Mark.
"Shannon, are you alright? Does Jenny know about this?" Mark hit the
high spots.
"Jenny committed Assault with a Deadly Weapon upon the six of us this
morning. Yes, she knows I'm alive. Yes, Mark, I'm close to fine. I'm
still quite sore, but my spirits are high. My family is here and intact. I
also have found this..." Shannon walked to Elmo, pulled him down into a toe
curling, fire breathing French kiss. Zowie, in public too!
"There, she has been brainwashed! Undue influence!" Jones was hopping
up and down, finger pointing at the couple.
"Shut UP Fred!" The silent suit in the corner spoke up. John Johnson
was an old hand in the bureau. He had the helm for the entire region.
"I want to hear about this eagle before we have any more interruptions."
Johnson said. The agent seemed to outrank Jones. There were nods all
around.
"The eagle has its eerie south of here, on the lake. A pair has nested
on this lake since before I was born. One of them usually sits on a dead
fir tree, just to the north of the pier, and scans for fish. Last
Saturday, after I was out on the lake, and saw the booty transfer, I was
doing chores at the woodshed. The eagle did its very best to arouse my
curiosity, and attract my attention. It dive-bombed the clearing out
there, screaming and circling to the west. This struck me as atypical for
a bird of prey, so I geared up, and followed her west, as far as the
section line road. There in a larger clearing, I saw what appeared to be a
sexual assault on a minor. Duct tape and chains are not fashion
accessories for young girls in my worldview. Bill Andrews was very loose
with his tongue; he was spilling his secrets to play mind games with his
captive. The eagle obligingly distracted the group while I got into
position to help the victim. The rest is less than pleasant to be related
here. When the battle was over, the eagle was still circling, watching the
whole affair. I told the eagle I was indebted to her, and I would get some
support for her. As I was making my report to Lt. Lightfeather, a fish
magically appeared. It jumped right into my boat and flopped around. As I
threw it back to the water, the eagle flew down and took it before it hit
the water. That spooked me." Elmo paused.
"I learned very early on in my karate training to not piss off a black
belt. They can hurt you plenty. Later, as I learned more, it became do
not piss off an instructor; they make black belts. Now that I am both a
black belt, and an instructor, I have a responsibility to use my training
only in great need. That great need would have to be proven to the master
instructors in my dojo, or I would face something more horrible than the
legal system. I think the events of the last several days count as such a
great need. I do not fear their inquest." Elmo trailed off.
"The eagle led you to the execution site?" The chief asked.
"I do not see any other way to explain it." Elmo replied.
"However, back to the issue at hand. Shannon, do you want to stay here
or go back to St. Louis with your daughters now?" Elmo had already asked,
but not in front of the hostile witness.
"I want to stay here, at least for now." Shannon put her arm around Elmo
as she spoke.
"You could call down to St. Louis, and have her house put in order."
Elmo said to the higher up.
"I've already called about that. It was to be cleaned, and stocked by
today." Mark smiled at Shannon, who came over and gave him a big hug too.
"Fred, it is time to go, and leave these people to their solitude.
Please excuse me, I've not introduced myself. I am John Johnson, the
regional supervisor for the bureau here." The higher up started to the
door.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir." Elmo said to the agent. Johnson
bowed, and departed. Agent Jones was red faced, and confused, but he knew
he had lost this round. He followed his boss out to the car they came in.
"We will go too, and leave you to your chores. Thank you for the $18
million. It has made my summer bright and shiny." Chief Nordstrom said,
shaking Elmo's hand firmly once again. Lt. Lightfeather did likewise.
"I was just doing what was right." Elmo explained.
"We could use a lot more like you Elmo." Lt. Lightfeather said as he
departed.
That left only Mark. Standing by the table, Shannon was still holding
his hand. Tom and Lisa slipped off down the hill, sheets and blankets in
hand.
"Dinner in three hours, Tom." Elmo called after them.
"Shannon, another difficult question; where do you want to sleep
tonight?" Elmo was counting beds.
"With you, of course dear." Shannon replied.
"Should we invite Mark to stay, we have that extra queen?" Elmo talked
privately to Shannon.
"If you want, that is nice. I have a lot of catching up to do." Shannon
replied.
"Mark, I have a spare bedroom, if you wanted to stay and socialize, we
would welcome your presence." Elmo asked Mark.
"That sure beats driving back tonight. However, I'll have to ask the
boss about it." Mark withdrew his brick.
"Say hello to Peggy for me, Mark!" Shannon smiled at her dig into her
former partner.
"You have not changed, Shannon." Mark knew he was whipped.
"We have seven for dinner. Ladies, you can come out now." Elmo spoke to
the thin air.
Mark was surprised when Cindy parked the .380 she was hiding, and Sam
appeared with the Mini-14 and a 30 round clip.
"You didn't trust those two suits, did you Elmo?" Mark said as he sat in
the plush chair.
"No way. I was almost shot by one agent. She is going to have a
Givadictome in September. I was shot, 6 times, by two other suits today.
Simply ruined this sweatshirt. I really should change it. I have not had
the time since I got back here to even wash off the blood." Elmo said as he
started to remove the ruined garment.
"No, I didn't trust them. I did not remember their faces from Bill's
Org chart. If any of the ladies had seen them before, I am quite sure they
would be dead right now." Elmo talked frankly to Mark.
"Cindy, could you and your sister start four eggs for the salad please?"
Elmo asked for help. "Thank you."
"So how is Lisa holding up, Shannon. You two had some time together."
Elmo asked.
"She got the rescue I didn't. She is very tough. I never once saw her
cry." Shannon said wistfully. "I think she is still shaken pretty badly.
Tom can help with that, I'm sure."
"I didn't get the chance to say thank you for those files. That clears
a HUGE black spot off my record. I've already put in for a transfer back
to St. Louis. My local boss thinks it will go through. Shannon, are you
going back to work at the bureau when you settle in?" Mark was looking for
a partner again. One that was not a drunkard like the flock he covered.
"I have not thought past the moment yet, Mark. I don't even know if I
have a job there anymore." Shannon was still very sore; she laid slowly on
the day bed. She had taken another Darvon.
"What is a Givadictome?" Mark could not figure that procedure out.
"That is what a female asks for when she visits the Urologist. The doc
asks if she wants one that gets hard, or one she can pee through. Anything
over 6 inches only comes in black." Elmo suppressed a laugh.
"OOOHHH! She has gone way past butch." Mark shook his head.
"How did you survive six shots?" Mark ran down his mental list of
questions.
"Dojo secret, sorry." Elmo dodged.
"Say what?" Mark did not understand.
"Some secrets of the dojo may be discussed only between black belts, and
then only IN the dojo." Elmo refused to say more.
"Okay, sure thing. I still had better check in with my wife." Mark
finally got around to dialing. His wife approved, being oh so glad to get
out of the current situation.
"So Shannon that was some kiss you gave me. I have not had one of those
in about 18 years. You know it is against all the Rules, to get involved
with Royalty!" Elmo had slipped. Shannon had him wrapped around her little
finger, and she knew it.
"It shut that jackass up, didn't it? I liked it myself. You really
know how to kiss, to please a woman." Shannon was making the moves now.
"It really has been a long time. I'm out of practice." Elmo said.
The twins shot Elmo wide eyed looks.
Mark and Shannon talked shop for over two hours. While the twins were
busy making dinner, Elmo drove the Barbeque. It was burgers, salad, fruit
and drinks for dinner. When Tom and Lisa appeared, she had a rock on her
left hand. A bloody headlight it was. Tom was overly relaxed. Lisa had a
pleased look on her face, that and an ear-to-ear grin. Tom was not in
uniform anymore.
"Do the two of you want that Lemonade and PBJ with dinner?" Elmo asked
Lisa and Shannon. "Or will the cheese burger do?"
"Cheese please!" Lisa said.
"Me too!" Shannon said.
"Thank you ladies for cooking dinner." Elmo was slowly shifting to
standing upright.
"Oh, we will extract payment in the form of backrubs later tonight!"
Sammy said.
"Tom, would you say grace?" Elmo passed the honor on.
"Grace! Lets eat!" Tom had a good laugh; Ruffio's joke.
Tuesday was spent down at the water's edge, soaking up the sun and
enjoying freedom. Mark left after breakfast and a long hug from Shannon.
He was heading home in many ways. Lisa's headlight flashed and sparkled.
The twins showed a bit of interest in it. Elmo worked on his routine
chores while the five played and went boating. Cindy and Sammy both snuck
away for a quickie in the tool shed with Elmo, doggie style on the
workbench. Their tan lines were quite visible by the afternoon. Shannon
stayed in the lounge chair on the pier. Cindy brought her mother's lunch
down to the lake. Elmo joined her, his only excursion into the sun for
that day. The eagle flew by just before dinner, but didn't stay. The
second adult eagle circled on and off over the south end of the lake. Only
the family of loons made any noise. Dinner was a large pork roast, corn on
the cob and fresh baked bread. Shannon and Lisa stayed up until 21:00
talking in low voices, Tom read a Clancy novel. Elmo didn't want Shannon
to leave, but he could not say anything to her.
Elmo's houseguests left Wednesday on Tom's Lear jet. Cindy and Sammy
said nothing to Mom about the backpacks each had, or about the call they
would make to Huey's Honda. Two new sedans did appear at their house
Friday, no questions asked. Shannon thought the bureau had provided them.
The twins knew much better, as they picked the colors, and paid the man in
cash. License plates and all. The insurance lady was very happy to stop
by too. The twins even signed up themselves, albeit a few weeks early.
Elmo was lonely. The love bug had bitten him. He would have to wait,
so he went back to his chores. Lt. Lightfeather showed up Thursday as
Elmo was packing up the cabin. No uniform, but a package wrapped in
newspaper in hand.
The eagle announced the visitor, and dive-bombed once.
"Screeeee! Eeeeeeaa!" The eagle went back to circling.
"Lt. Lightfeather, what brings you here?" Elmo inquired.
"Call me David. This is a social call." Lightfeather replied.
"The bureau hushed up the raid, and your shooting in Eagle River was
reported as a Mob action." David spoke.
"It certainly would look bad, now wouldn't it? I heard the idiots on
the 'Bear' discussing the shooting. They are not too smart are they?" Elmo
replied.
"Your lady friends have left." David said.
"It is a twelve hour drive or a two hour flight. Which would you
choose?" Elmo was still hurting.
"I'd fly like her." David said, pointing up at the eagle.
"What is the chief going to do with all that money?" Elmo asked.
"Half went into a rainy day fund. 20% went as a cash bonus to all the
officers and staff. 10% went to equipment. The last 20% went to
Backstoppers." David was watching the eagle circle.
"Fair enough! So what is the question you are dying to ask me?" Elmo
said.
"Neither the Eagle River post nor my post have been able to find a Kenpo
master who will talk about Bullet Blocking." David fixed Elmo with his
eyes.
"You mean Bullshit Blocking! Tom was in on the deal. I had on KGB
issue body armor, a Batman like high tech Kevlar with Titanium disks. The
bruises were small from the two 10mm hits, nothing from the MAC-10. The
reason no master would talk about it is that it's an inside joke. Bullet
blocks are like face blocks. You don't do them, you hand them out." Elmo
and David both laughed.
"What is in your package?" Elmo asked.
"A pike I caught on the way here." David replied.
"An offering for the eagle?" Elmo said.
"Yes, let's go offer it to her." David said. The two headed down the
hill to the pier.
"This is for you." David said as he held the fish high.
The eagle was silent but dropped from the sky and sank her talons into
the fish. She flew off to the south. "Screeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Do you believe in re-incarnation? Elmo asked.
"That and the Great Spirit too." David replied.
"That bird has had her revenge on Butt Hole Bill, and her reward too."
Elmo said.
"It is great to be one with nature, so few understand that. One more
thing before I go. The twelve year old is back home with her family. The
senator is going to give someone a new asshole over it." David was breaking
all the rules.
"Good. Glad to hear it." Elmo smiled.
"When will you be back up?" David asked.
"August, I should have my children in tow then." Elmo said.
"Peace be with you, Elmo." David Lightfeather said.
"And also with you" Elmo replied.
Elmo drove back home early the next morning. His very first stop, even
before reaching home, was at Joe Baker's. Joe was Elmo's long time best
friend. Elmo passed a key and a tightly folded slip of paper as he shook
hands. Elmo recounted the week's events. Joe pocketed the paper. Elmo
had a private meeting at the dojo awaiting him on his return. It took an
hour; the whole staff was there, gear at the ready.
"The bastard deserved worse, Elmo. Better not let that video escape
into the wild, it could prove hazardous." The master instructor said as the
gathering concluded.
Joe went that night to visit the Self Storage in Fenton where Butt Hole
Bill had a private stash. Bill's locker was emptied, but Joe's locker had
somewhat more in it that night. Hard copy diaries, video tapes, another
laptop, a hot spare, was powered off and disarmed. Joe didn't mention the
visit to anyone. However, there was a call to one of Mr. Vittale's
associates. A zip disk was delivered to a dead drop at Creve Coeur Lake.
Nobody notices if someone in hiding disappears, do they? The national
tabloids had a huge press run after some video tapes appeared in their
mailbox. A prominent liberal senator resigned due to ill health. The
bible thumping evangelist, one of the Sunday morning talking heads, missed
his exit, and talked to a bridge abutment. Joe and Elmo knew how to cause
trouble. They didn't even have to plan ahead, it just happened whenever
they got together. The list of plain text passwords provided quite a few
good times when it appeared on a bulletin board in the local hacker's
retreat. Not all the entries were posted of course, just the ones that
needed it. The other Anderson laptop was located in Chicago. That
explosion killed a minor mob figure, so nobody complained.
Six weeks had past and there was not even a peep out of the twins or
Shannon. Elmo's heart was troubled. Something was very wrong. Finally
the phone rang at work, Cindy was on the line. She was calling from the
neighbor's house and was in a bit of a panic.
"We could not reach you from home. None of your numbers worked. Email
was bounced too. Mom is in a really bad way. Frizzy has the house
freezing. Mom has not been out of her bed in a week. She thinks you don't
care about her." Cindy posted an accusation.
"I think that Jenny has been at work. I don't have your number,
remember? I've missed your Mom lots." Elmo considered crying too manly a
thing to do.
"Where are you?" Elmo asked.
"#7 Portland, the same as in the S.R." Cindy replied.
"Who is home with you?" Elmo asked.
"Sam, Mom, and Mom's Boss Mr. Galbreath are here. He wants to put Mom
in an institution. You have got to do something now!" Cindy was frantic.
"I am on the way!" Elmo locked his screen, and departed. Ah, the
benefits of working in education.
"You! You have a lot of nerve coming in here! You're violating a
restraining order!" Mr. Galbreath barked. The suit was indignant.
"I was invited here, by Cynthia. You seem to have failed in watching
over Shannon. The twins took charge and opted to call me in again." Elmo
took no shit from any suit.
"You raped the twins! Cindy needed an abortion. I'll have you locked
up!" The Boss was severely miss-informed.
"Oh, really now, Mr. Tie Guy? First, I had a vasectomy 12 years ago.
Second, he doesn't work anymore. Viagra just is not an option. Third, did
you bother to verify any of those allegations? Or did you just go blindly
on? Did you do the same for Bill Andrews? That has not been in the Press,
YET!" Elmo struck home with that one.
"Now, please stand aside. I've got work to do here." Elmo brushed
passed the shocked Galbreath, and looked for the A/C control.
"This is inoperative. It has been wired over, the fan is shorted on."
Elmo removed the wire, but the compressor kept running. "Sammy, please go
outside and unplug the fuse at the box by the compressor. That should warm
things up." Elmo asked.
"Bill kept his slaves in dog cages, cold and in the dark." Elmo told the
Boss who had yet to decide what to do.
"I wonder what we will find in here...?" Elmo was guided to the master
bedroom by Cindy.
"Open the curtains, and windows please Cindy. That will warm it up
nicely." Elmo asked the teen.
"Shannon, my queen, why is there a metal rack in your bed? I suppose
Jenny told you I put this here too?" Elmo spoke at the Boss, who exited the
room in a huff. Elmo rolled Shannon off the dog cage, and pulled it out.
"Please dispose of this, Cindy."
The Boss peered through the doorway to see Elmo lean close to Shannon's
ear. He dialed his cell phone.
"Shannon my queen, I love you. I have missed you terribly since you
left me up north. Please uncurl; you don't make a good hedge hog. You are
not a slave; you are in your own bed. Feel here, trust your senses! It is
warming up, welcome to St. Louis humidity. Please Shannon, come back. I
won't leave you." Elmo pleaded softly to the stricken woman.
Shannon relaxed, and uncurled a bit.
"Do you mean that?" She said plainly.
"Yes, I love you. I knew it before you left." Elmo said a bit louder.
"I love you too. That Jenny! Ooohhh I'll kill her!" Shannon sat
upright.
"How soon can you be ready to go out to Fortel's for pizza?" Elmo was
hungry and delighted to have Shannon's attention back.
"Is 30 minutes ok?" Shannon needed a shower.
"Great, go for it." Elmo said as he left the room.
No sooner had Shannon entered the bathroom when the Boss appeared, two
Frontenac cops in tow. They had been parked across Geyer running a cash
generating device.
"Arrest him! He is attacking my employee, and violating a restraining
order." The Boss was livid and shaking.
The officers looked at the Boss. "What employee, sir?"
"What have you done with Shannon?" The Boss thundered.
"I asked her to dinner. She is getting dressed. You can come too, if
you would like." Elmo was calm and passive. Hands in plain sight, he
stayed in a neutral stance.
"But... But... But..." The Boss stuttered. Utter dismay in his head
over the sudden reversal of Shannon's condition. He thought there was
something being pulled on him.
"You sound like an old outboard. Officers, I believe we can clear this
issue up in a matter of a few minutes when the homeowner is out of the
shower. I think your restraining order is a fabrication Sir, like your
supposed abortion." Elmo held both upper hands.
"Cindy!" Elmo called for the twin.
"Yes, Elmo?" Cindy promptly appeared with her sister.
"Did I rape you, or get you pregnant?" Elmo rolled his eyes at the girl.
"What have you been smoking Elmo? Sex with you? EEEWWWW! You are old
and have gray hair. Mister G, what nonsense is he talking about?" Cindy
looked affronted.
"Elmo took six bullets to protect us and Mom! He has not asked for
ANYTHING in return for it." Sammy jumped in to defend Elmo. "He put
clothes on our backs, toothbrushes in our hands, and food in our mouths. I
agree with you, Cindy, Elmo is like a father figure. Sex with your father?
That's incest! I'd rather eat liver for dinner!"
The local police enjoyed the senior Agent's discomfort. They also
enjoyed leering at the twins, constantly. Their tight new jeans conformed
to their bodies revealing no body fat at all. Their halter tops revealed
quite a bit more. Presently, Shannon emerged from her room. Smiling and
with her wet hair pulled back into a pony tail, she asked "Why is Frontenac
here?"
"Are they here to arrest Jenny for perjury?" Shannon continued.
"The Boss called them. It seems Jenny has been at it again. I've asked
the Boss to dinner with us, but he has yet to respond. While we wait, I'll
have a look at the A/C unit outside. You should have your phone fixed, so
it can call ALL numbers." Elmo said as he walked outside.
"The contactor is stuck down. See the paper wedged in the top of the
relay?" Elmo showed the white spot to Sammy and one officer. With it
removed, the relay sprang back up with a click. Elmo put the fuse back
into the receptacle.
"Since you don't keep track of your employees well, you can call someone
and get a restraining order against Frizzy. I personally would not give a
rat's ass for her chances if I were to get to her first. Take her to St.
John's, put her on the 5th floor. She is armed, so watch out." Elmo did
not think Frontenac would do anything.
"Cindy, do you have your permit yet?" Elmo asked.
"I've got better than that! We both got our licenses last week." Cindy
replied.
"A Happy belated birthday then, to you both. You drive over, Sam drives
back." Elmo said.
The local officers, seeing there was no arrest to be made, watched the
girls bounce out to the car. They then left to wait outside. It seemed
the Boss had another engagement, he departed without saying goodbye.
Frontenac did not have to wait long. Frizzy roared into the driveway on
two wheels. When Frontenac asked about the air conditioner, and the dog
cage, she became abusive. She reached for her weapon, which is a really
bad move when there are police around. No captive, no twins, a bad
attitude, foul language that is a recipe for a trip to the slammer. In
Frizzy's case, the slammer had padded walls and no male hormone pills.
The meal was Bacon pizza, cheese bread, and Pepsi's. The Boss appeared
at mid meal and got an earful and eyeful of Shannon and Elmo holding hands.
Having nothing to say, and not wanting the Press to get involved, the Boss
left. Sam drove back.
"So do you have a job Shannon?" Elmo worried about her.
"Yes, I think I can get back to it tomorrow. Will you stay the night
here with me?" Shannon batted her eyes at him.
"I'll have to talk to my kids; I have the two oldest now that I'm back.
I think I could stay." Elmo was sure he could.
As Elmo stood on the driveway, a smaller cat, a silver tabby darted from
a bush and headed for the open back door. Passing Elmo, it stopped, and
rubbed across and around his legs. Elmo picked the cat up. Odysseus
purred and kneaded her claws into Elmo's shoulder. Shannon gave the cat a
scratch.
"Hello stranger!" Shannon cooed at the cat.
"That cat has NEVER done that for a man. She is usually growling and
hissing. I wonder where she has been for the last year?" Shannon said as
the three went inside after the twins.
"I have a way with cats." Elmo was always a cat person.
"Cindy, Sammy! Guess who has decided to grace us with her royal
presence!" Shannon announced the cat's return. Sammy found that there was
cat food in the usual place. The cat stayed within sight of Shannon. Elmo
did too. Mark had made sure the house was stocked.
The following Tuesday, a wedding invitation arrived from San Diego for
Elmo. Along with the usual mushy stuff inside, was a handwritten note
saying "Bring your gear RSVP." Elmo called Shannon at home. She seemed to
know all about the invitation already.
"I'll make the reservations, will you be my roommate? The dojo is a few
miles away, but still close." Shannon sounded busy.
"Absolutely, my queen. I will stay with you. Someone else is keeping
secrets today, my dear Shannon!" Elmo puzzled over what was going on.
When they met next, Shannon told Elmo to not ask about what was being
planned.
Joe Baker called Elmo up; he had a toy to play with. Elmo came over,
noting that his FBI shadow no longer followed him around. The two talked
and laughed. They discussed the politics of Senators and quick exits. Joe
handed Elmo a diary, with some pages marked. Mark Stager was listed on two
entries in an old bound book. The Holder had a last name now. That
matched with the online diary entry from the DNA testing. Mister Stager,
socialite and benefactor, was a closet Sadist and Rapist. Elmo was
troubled, what should he tell Shannon? He kept the diary, and cracked
another joke. Anyone listening would not have been aware of the transfer.
Mark Stager paid for more belt tests; of course he passed each one. He
would be a Shodan within two months. He was going to pay that shit ball
Sizorbil a visit and teach him a lesson or two for what he had done to
Bill. At least that is what he planned to do.
Out in San Diego, the dojo was only 15 minutes from the hotel by rental
car. It was a private sort of place in an industrial area, with no foot
traffic or retail store front. Elmo was met at the door by a red Gi.
"Mr. Sizorbil, Sensei Lewis wishes to see you in his office. This way
please." The black belt ushered Elmo through the studio to the office.
"I have been told you are a Kenpo Shodan in good standing, and that you
carry the title of instructor." Master Lewis made a statement.
"Yes sir, I teach sparring in my dojo." Elmo answered directly.
"What do you expect to find here tonight Elmo?" Lewis continued.
"I expect to find Tom Stafford, and a traditional Tae Kwon Do reception.
A real Park dinner party if you will." Elmo referenced the traditional
killing of the outgoing head of state.
"So you expect a hostile welcome?" Lewis asked.
"Yes sir." Elmo answered again.
"Do you have any questions?" Lewis opened the floor.
"Is face and groin contact allowed here?" Elmo went for the gifts.
"Yes to both." Lewis was old style.
"Take downs and down fighting?" Elmo wondered how old.
"Yes to both." Lewis had opened Pandora's Box.
"Do you have any instructions for me, sir?" Elmo was ready to fight.
"Do not disappoint Tom. There are some here that have money riding on
the outcome of your kumite." Lewis put it all on the table.
"I see, thank you Sensei!" Elmo wanted to get on with it.
"You do not seem even the least bit perturbed Elmo." Lewis held Elmo
back.
"I have faced hostile names in large tournaments before. This should be
no different." Elmo was right.
"The men's dressing room is on the right, get going." Lewis rose and
pointed.
The mat was large, red and supple. It had at least an inch plus of hard
rubber under it. The ring in the center of the open room was 20 feet
square. There were eleven people; 2 women, two in black Gi's, everyone had
a black belt on. Bowing to the mat, Elmo entered and began to warm up.
Elmo began with his usual 60 jumping jacks, then stretches and kicks. A
tall dude with a mustache and long legs winked at another larger man. Tom
beckoned Elmo over.
"So you made it, good! What did Sensei Lewis have to say? Tom
inquired.
"Was my will in order, and there was money on the table over the
outcome." Elmo said.
"This looks like serious fun, no under belts here at all." Elmo liked
fighting all black.
"Who are these people?" Elmo continued to look around and stretch.
"All of them are law enforcement. This is a private dojo. The tall
mustache likes to spin, his name is Legs. The big guy hits HARD. The
women I have not seen fight. Groin is IN according to the master." Tom
said.
"I hope they have on their cups!" Elmo liked groin kicks. When he was
in the ring, groin was always a valid target.
"Did you enter the betting pool?" Elmo asked casually.
"I was not aware of any wager. With only one black Gi, I would not bet
on the outcome, but with two of us here, yes I would. A gentleman's bet
though." Tom answered. Elmo puzzled where the money was then.
Sensei Lewis entered the room, everyone stood and bowed in.
"We have a guest tonight, as you can see. Elmo Sizorbil is here from
St. Louis. He is a Kenpo style fighter. Groin is IN tonight." Lewis gave
the instructions. Legs looked annoyed.
"Kumite scoring is thus; 1 point hands to any legal target. Two points
for a kick to the body. Three points for a kick to the head. Elmo, you
and the Bear are up first." Lewis directed the large man to enter the ring.
The Bear lingered on the line, and then charged with a typical kick spin
kick combination to the head. Elmo side stepped the attack, and circled.
"Coward!" Someone from the floor called.
The Bear set into a forward stance... He was coming with a hand blitz.
Elmo faded and made use of the gallery chatter. He leaned way over, and
then threw a fast defensive side kick.
"Urf!" Bear stopped breathing too well. His forward progress abruptly
halted by the heel hitting his chest.
"Point!" a judge yelled. Three judges agreed a 2 point kick. Elmo
thought that at least the judges were not biased against him. The Bear was
pissed, red, and ready to return the favor. Elmo thought it was time to
put the Bear into hibernation. Elmo picked a creeper stance and crowded
the line. At the fight command he wheel kicked Bear in the head. Never
just stand on the line in a fight. Just tweaking the big man's nose, it
was a good flash, plenty of bend left in the leg. He could have really
hurt the guy.
"Point!" Several judges called. All four agreed, 5 to nothing. Match
to Elmo.
"Elmo stay up. Legs, come into the ring." Lewis was sending the
heavyweights out in order. There had to be an order. The Bear could not
comprehend how he had been beaten so quickly. He looked for Legs to even
the score.
Most leg only fighters are useless once you are inside their line. That
means jam, run, soft block, jam. Jamming was something Elmo had not shown
in his first match.
"Fight!" Lewis called. Legs reached across the line and tried to head
hunt on Elmo. Elmo soft blocked and faded.
"Point!" Called a judge. No, blocked said three. The dinner party had
started. Elmo dodged and ran, parried and ducked. Legs pursued his quarry
around the ring
"Coward! Look how he runs away!" Bear called out.
Elmo went to the corner, and entered a defensive rear cat stance. Legs
either did not care, or did not notice. He waved his leg in the air at
Elmo. Elmo sent his right heel into leg's groin. No cup on Legs. Elmo
smiled, Legs grimaced.
"Point!" A judge called. Not enough confirmation no point.
"Fight!" Lewis called.
Elmo attacked with a crossing rear. Legs blocked. Elmo repeated the
kick again. Legs blocked harder. Legs wanted Elmo to come again, he had
something in mind. Elmo crossed again, but when Legs put his arms down to
block, Elmo back fisted him square in the face. Legs lost his balance and
fell. Elmo stomped Legs in the chest before any judge reacted.
"Point!" Lewis called. Two judges said hands, two said kick. One point
attack. 1 0 now. Elmo crossed again, but didn't move forward. Legs
jammed into empty space, stopping right in Elmo's hand range. The back
fist struck Legs in the eye. It began to turn red at once. Hit only as
hard as you want to be hit back, Legs was going full power so Elmo answered
in kind.
"Point!" Lewis called. All four said hand attack. The score was two to
nothing now. The gallery laughed at Legs.
"Hajimee" Lewis called.
Legs spun with another head kick. Elmo jammed with a palm to the groin.
Legs fell again, hard. Elmo stomped Legs in the chest, taking his wind.
"Point!" Lewis called. 3 judges called the palm. It was three to
nothing now.
"Hajimee!" Lewis called.
Blind to all but rage, balls smarting from the shock, Legs charged hard
into Elmo. Elmo dropped into a roll block and hit Legs again in the groin.
"Point!" Lewis called. Legs didn't get up. When he hit the ground, he
lost his wind, his ego, and his advantage.
"Get up and fight Legs!" Lewis called. "Get up and fight or leave. You
are taking up space on the mat." The room was silent. Sensei Lewis smiled,
Tom smiled. Legs got up.
"Mother fucking shit ball black Gi!" Legs cursed at Elmo.
"Fight!" Lewis called. The match was already over in points, but Legs
was determined to get revenge.
Elmo dropped low and came with a lunge punch that took the judges and
Legs by surprise. Legs gasped and flew back off his feet and hit the wall
outside the ring.
"Point! And match." There was no question about the point. The score
was five to nothing, six really.
"Elmo please stay up. Sandra come out on the mat." Lewis called out.
Sandra was a taller brunet. Maybe 130 pounds, she was white faced, but
came up anyway. Legs grabbed his gear and left silently. Bear left too.
Elmo had fought national champions, and been creamed. But he still didn't
give up. Seeing Legs go down to Elmo had made Sandra pause and think. She
was ready for a beating. This guy downed the two people she feared in the
ring. What was he going to do to her?
"Fight!" Lewis called. Sandra shuffled forward with a side kick. Elmo
merely stepped back. He didn't even block. Sandra shuffled and kicked
again. Elmo simply was not there.
"Why do you announce your attack with that shuffle?" Elmo asked through
his mouthpiece.
"Break!" Called Lewis. "Answer him, Sandra."
"To cover the distance to my target Sensei." Sandra said.
"Have you seen an example tonight of how to cover that distance without
a shuffle?" Elmo said.
"Yes, a short stance kick. You used it to hit Bear off the line."
Sandra answered.
"Fight!" Lewis called again.
Elmo faked a downward back fist, bounced off her lead arm, and lightly
flashed her nose with the back of his hand.
"Point!" Lewis called. He didn't even ask the other judges.
"Hajimee!" Lewis called again.
This time Sandra moved her rear leg up first, then slid a round house in
under Elmo's guard.
"Point!" Lewis called. All four judges awarded two points. One to Two.
"Fight!" Lewis called.
Confidence is a powerful tool. She hand blitzed, and caught Elmo
between steps. Elmo didn't let her hit him; she did it on her own.
"Point!" Lewis called. Three to one.
"Time!" Lewis called. "Thank you both."
"Larry, Ed up!" Lewis called two new fighters up. The character of the
fights had changed. There was more watching, less chatter, and no comments
from the peanut gallery. Elmo was someone who could teach, not just a
hired gun to take out Legs and Bear. Tom went 5-0 and 5-0 in his matches.
Lewis took a break from fighting. "Elmo, explain how you fought Legs."
Lewis commanded.
"Legs is a typical Tae Kwon Do fighter. He is a linear thinker, using
mostly straight line attacks. He did show one jam, something a TKD usually
does not do. Such a fighter is best attacked with things other than a
half-step fade and counter. You should get under their skin, don't play
their game. When they get pissed, they predictably charge with a spinning
kick. If they come with hands, it is still an excellent defense to roll
block them. Would you like a drill to practice that Sensei?" Elmo saw what
Lewis wanted.
"Yes, Elmo, that would be useful." Lewis answered. The mini-seminar
went on until 10pm. Elmo was too tired to continue. It was midnight
stomach time for Elmo.
"This is the way in my studio, you learn from your peers, without
pressure. This is the way of a Kenpo studio." Lewis announced to the
remaining nine.
"Ah, the light turns on!" Elmo said aloud. This was a Kenpo sales pitch
to the white Gi's. Legs was the bait, and the wager. Now the old style
bare knuckle rules made sense to Elmo. Tired, sore, and with a headache,
Elmo got dressed. Tom and Sensei Lewis were waiting.
"Come with me for a moment, Elmo." Lewis motioned to his office. Elmo
stepped inside and sat down. Lewis produced a parchment, which had Duodan
written on it, signed and dated. Lewis was a Hachidan, 8th degree. Your
head of studio knows of this, Elmo. I think that performance on Legs was
just what I was looking for. Congratulations." Lewis extended his hand, as
did Tom.
When Elmo stumbled into his empty hotel room, the connecting door was
open. The plot was ripe, and it had hatched. On the king size bed was a
shorter white haired blonde, and in her muff was a patch of strawberry
blonde hair.
"Did you have fun dear? We did!" Shannon called between slurps. Elmo
would have stayed and watched the show, but his head hurt! He showered and
crashed.
At 08:15, Elmo's door was in danger of being broken down. He got up,
and peered into the view port. Tom was there, in his monkey suit, banging
on the door.
"Hold your horses Tom." Elmo said loudly. He closed the connecting door
as he passed it. Tom was agitated, he could not locate Lisa. Naturally,
Elmo was at the center of the trouble as Tom thought.
"I cannot find Lisa. Nobody has seen her since dinner last night." Tom
shook.
"Relax, you found her. She is next door, talking shop with Shannon.
They are doing wedding things in there; I don't think you should go in.
I'd expect bridesmaids shortly from their chattering." Elmo already had a
cover thought up.
"You should not see her until she walks down the aisle anyway." Elmo
said when Tom moved to the connecting door.
"How long has she been here?" Tom was suspicious.
"At least an hour I'd say. Lots of shop talk and wedding details, it is
so BORING!" Elmo said. "She sure didn't spend the night with me, I had a
reservation already." Elmo spoke the truth, but barely.
"Is Tom out there? Tee! You silly boy, you cannot come in here. You
will just have to wait!" Lisa chimed in through the door. Tom relaxed
visibly on hearing his bride to be's voice.
"This could take hours, Tom. I'll meet you downstairs in the lobby in
10 minutes. At least you will not have to wait alone. It is clearly
better than listening to this female chatter!" Elmo said as he ushered Tom
out the door.
Shannon said "Thank you" as Elmo left, but she was still quite
distracted by a vibrating monster.
"So I see you and Shannon are a couple." Tom said as Elmo found him in
the lobby.
"More than a couple, but no ring on the hand yet." Elmo explained.
"What has happened to the dyke Frizzy?" Tom inquired.
"Her Givadictome was delayed. She lost it when some local cops asked
about her treatment of Shannon. She is in a nice padded room, where there
are key locks on both sides of the door, and no door knobs." Elmo shot Tom
a big smile.
"Your room reeked of pussy. What were the girls really doing in there?"
Tom returned to the scene several floors above.
"I can account for the freshly fucked smell, you dog. As to what women
do behind closed doors, I don't know. Most of the talk I heard was about
busting other slave cells, and how many children Lisa wanted. Don't think
anything more of it." Elmo had been there before.
Shannon showed up with the bridal party. Elmo had chosen to sit with
the groom's family. A choice that earned him a dirty look, but Shannon
said nothing until the car ride back to the airport. Lisa's father on the
other hand, made it a point to greet Elmo with a smile.
"Thank you for the cover this morning. Waking up with together was
something we had wanted to do. Is Tom suspicious?" Shannon said.
"More than suspicious, but the cover story apparently functioned. So
what is next?" Elmo asked.
"A vacation back north? Maybe a walk down the aisle together? I'm open
to suggestions." Shannon said. Elmo choked.
Elmo had been thinking hard about what to do with the information he
had. Opening up the old wounds from her rape might be catastrophic. It
also might give the twins a father, and four more siblings. Stager had a
series of ad's running on the television. He was a family man, and ran a
large, but family business. Elmo finally decided to ask Mark Chandler what
to do. He visited the bureau on Fourth Street, bringing the book with him.
"Elmo, what is this you wanted to discuss?" Mark greeted the visitor,
and ushered him through the building to his newest office.
"I know who the second party is in Shannon's rape. Mark Stager, the
grocery king is the holder. It is right here in one of Bill's hardcopy
diaries. Don't even think of asking where it came from." Elmo handed the
marked book to Mark.
Mark read in silence, his jaw clenching. "Does Shannon know?" Mark said
slowly.
"No, I have not mentioned it. What should be done? This could cause a
lot of harm to everyone involved, especially to the twins and Shannon."
Elmo said.
"Is this the only evidence you have? A hand written diary from Bill?"
Mark wanted to know if there was something else Elmo was keeping back.
"There was a 1-800-DNA-4-DAD lab workup done by Bill after the twins
were abducted. The results showed Bill was not the father, Mark was. The
records were on the laptop." Elmo emptied his bag of tricks.
"How unfortunate, since the laptop you gave to the Wakefield branch was
recently destroyed. The hard drive just would not spin up, strange how
that happened, isn't it?" Mark said.
"There were multiple identical copies of that laptop. Both Andersons
had one. And there are zip drive backups of the disk. Bill's are
encrypted though." Elmo again pulled out something from nothing.
"Where are the other laptops?" Mark smelled blood.
"I don't think we need them. The DNA test will still function again; we
just need the samples to test. If it becomes an issue, I did make a zip
copy of his hard drive before handing the laptop away. Do you want it? My
copy is not encrypted." Elmo had a point.
"Let me think about this for a while. I'll just keep this little
treasure, okay? You computer geeks and your backups... That is good to
know, but I don't want it just yet." Mark dropped the diary into his desk
drawer.
"Then just escort me out of this place, Mark. The extended family is
heading back up north at the end of the week. I will not mention this to
anyone until you figure out what to do." Elmo headed to the door.
Mark showed Elmo out, and then went to visit the legal types on the
staff.
Elmo, Randy and Sandy packed into the Honda, Shannon, Cindy and Sammy
packed into their Honda at 05:00 for the trip north. The girls were going
to have the lower bunk house to themselves. Randy would take his usual
spot in the north bedroom. While the kids got along great, Elmo's
youngest, Pam, wouldn't see or talk to any of the 'others'. She rejected
anyone her Dad liked, any female that is. She declined to go on the family
vacation. Elmo was hurt by her rejection. He thought Pam should see how a
loving family lived, not a nit-picking back biting one.
Everyone went to bed early on the first night. Everyone except Randy
and Cindy, they met in the tool shed after everyone had turned in for the
night. The two had been eyeing each other for two weeks, ever since they
met. Cindy knew the bulge in Randy's pants meant he didn't have an average
tool to work with. That is why the two had picked the tool shed to meet
in. Both twins had selected Depo-Provera for birth control. Their mother
didn't need to ask why. The two were hotly engaged as soon as the door
closed. Groping and fondling like teenagers, which they in fact were.
Sandy and Sammy spent a while talking about boys, and girls. Sandy asked
about Sammy's performances, and anal sex. While she would talk to her
father about sex, she was much more comfortable talking about it with
another girl her age. She didn't seem to notice how long Cindy was gone.
The two went to sleep by midnight. Randy and Cindy quit at 12 cum shots.
Randy didn't bother to think about Cindy's interest in exceeding ten in one
night. The tool shed reeked of pussy and showed pecker tracks the next
morning when Elmo went out for his morning business. Cindy was
uncomfortable sitting in the wooden chair at breakfast. Still leaking from
the night before. Elmo said nothing, but roused Randy and told him he had
enough sleep; there was work to be done.
After breakfast, the kids dissolved into the forest, to go visit their
forts. The major fort was a collection of trails, fallen trees, and ropes
that concealed a hiding place on a hill overlooking the valley. The twins
had not been there in their brief stay before. Cindy and Randy were kissy
face as soon as they had crossed the hill. Sandy didn't quite know how to
react. Sammy filled her in on the game plan, she and Cindy were going to
gang fuck Randy, a tag team match, and Sandy was going to run cover for
them. Randy didn't care that his natural sister was watching as he dropped
his jeans and started a doggie style in the main fort. Sandy just stared,
she had never seen Randy with a hard on, or any fucking up close, real
close. Sammy swapped off with Cindy after her first orgasm. The twins had
continued to shave. Sandy saw that and though she was proud of her bush,
she would give that a try. Cindy saw Sandy rubbing her crotch, watching
the action. Nobody was watching the trail. Cindy knew she could get Sandy
involved, if not with her, then maybe with Sammy.
Back at the cabin, Elmo and Shannon enjoyed a long, slow hot kiss. With
the kids outside, likely until lunch called, they closed the bedroom door
behind them. Clothes were discarded, or hung on their hooks as needed.
The two lovers climbed into bed for some action.
"What do you have in mind, my love?" Elmo asked Shannon as she massaged
his balls.
"Eat me until I beg you to stop, then fuck me doggie style for as long
as you can last." Shannon purred at Elmo.
"As you wish, my queen!" Elmo said. Shannon giggled at still be called
the queen.
Elmo found Mom's scent a bit stronger than the twins, but the G spot was
in the same place, and her breasts were just as sensitive as her daughter's
had been. She had many orgasms, Elmo was getting a sore neck and his
tongue was running low on energy. He still kept going, using his fingers
to give his mouth a rest. Shannon pulled Elmo by the ears up to kiss him.
"Fuck me from behind. I want your cum to run down my leg until dinner."
Shannon turned over into a Carolina High Dog. She thrust back each time
Elmo slid in. For his part, Elmo played with Shannon's table grade butt.
There were no marks on it anymore, just smooth and taut globes of freckled
flesh. Shannon had several loud orgasms before Elmo stiffened, and held
himself deeply inside his lover. This was a woman to keep, and keep happy
he thought, even if she did swing the other way at times. That Elmo
accepted Shannon's leanings just made him more desirable in her eyes.
Where had this man been when she needed one so many years ago? It didn't
matter, she had him now.
The two lovers slid down into the bed, Elmo continued to lie on top of
Shannon, keeping his wilting manhood shoved inside her. They kissed for
some time without speaking.
"What sized house should we build, honey?" Shannon spoke; she dislodged
Elmo from inside her with the effort. The slippery mess began to ooze out.
Elmo handed her a soft rag to mop it up.
"We have six years of a full house, with just the four that are outside.
I figure a spare room if Pam ever takes off the blinders. Seven bedrooms,
and a four car garage. Five thousand square feet plus. We could move to
something smaller when they have all grown and left, maybe ten years from
now. I'd need a shop to putter in." Elmo gave Shannon another long kiss,
and rolled off her.
Both cats crashed out of the attic, one had a mouse to torment. The two
ran after the terrified mouse, clawed open the door, and tussled through
the rest of the cabin.
"We had better get dressed; there is work to be done." Elmo tried to get
out of bed, but Shannon and not heard the kids return yet. She held Elmo
back, and said "Lets fuck some more, lover."
"If you can get the rodent to attention, I'll do whatever you say, my
queen." Elmo pulled the covers up, and kissed Shannon on the nose. Shannon
straddled Elmo and rutted until he came again. The four woods bound teens
didn't make any noise when they returned to grab some sodas. They watched
Shannon rise and fall for a while then went back outside for a swim. The
eagle was sitting on her tree when the kids came down. Both twins looked
at her, stopping dead in their tracks. Randy and Sandy didn't understand
what was so special about that bird. They learned quickly. The noises of
the party down on the pier told Shannon that play-time was over for those
in the cabin. The mission outside must be completed too. The two dressed,
and went down the hill taking the towels that the teen's had forgotten.
"Hello dear friend!" Elmo said when he reached the pier. The eagle
groomed a wing, but stayed put. Everyone was quiet, each thinking of how
their lives had changed over the summer. Cindy and Sammy pushed Elmo in,
breaking the spell of the moment. Elmo did not resurface. Randy and Sandy
said nothing. They knew dad had swum to the raft, and was on the other
side. Soon the snorting started from out on the lake, the big bad lake
monster was looking for fresh food. The eagle lofted into the air, and
flew over Elmo. She continued south and landed in another dead tree. The
twins figured it out when they saw Randy and Sandy laughing uncontrollably.
Shannon dove in and swam out to see Elmo. All six played and splashed
until lunchtime. Water sports would come after lunch. Elmo and Randy
waited while the ladies changed. Sandy saw Shannon was bald. Bill had a
laser remove all her pubic hair. Sandy resolved to shave at once, when she
had a chance.
"Did you four have fun out in the woods? I hope you didn't get bitten
in the wrong places!" Shannon said once lunch was set on the table. Sandy
coughed; could Shannon have known what was going on out in the fort? Had
she been spying on the fuck fest? She did not say anything. The queen bed
in the bunk house had two occupants every night thereafter. It was a
vacation of awakening for Randy and Sandy. It was just pure pleasure for
the twins. Randy and Cindy formed a bond that was not going to be broken.
Tootles and Odysseus didn't eat much cat food out of the bag. They did
spend lots of time being scratched. Finally the time north came to an end.
Nobody had come to visit, except the eagle which ate every fish the
children caught and put in the four foot baby pool they set up. The
resident minks grabbed the leftovers that were too small for the eagle. In
the early morning light, the extended family departed. Three of the four
girls made wet spots on their car seats as they dripped on the way back.
Sandy traveled with the other girls. On one leg, Cindy joined Randy in the
back seat of Elmo's car. Elmo didn't care, Cindy was unsure at first, but
abandoned that thought quickly. It wasn't just her mother that knew, she
decided. Sammy and Sandy were busy in the back of their car too. Shannon
said nothing either. She did warn them when a stop neared so they could be
presentable when it was important.
Back at home, the two groups mingled often. The water polo games at
MICDS were quite the happening, what with the twins on one side, and Randy
and Sandy on the other. The only bump in the road appeared in October,
when Mark Stager appeared at the Wednesday sparring class.
When Elmo came in, he saw Mark Stager entering the dressing room.
"Kathy, call Martin now. Tell him the "Holder" from the McDonald rape
of 17 years ago is in the studio. Then call Mister Stoner, tell him I need
assistance." Elmo looked right at the paid instructor, and motioned about
Mark going into the dressing room. The look on Elmo's face said this was
no joking matter. She found Sensei Martin at his dojo. He left right way
to come south. Mr. Stoner, the head sparring instructor, came in a rush.
Kathy had told him what Martin had to say. The class had few people in it
that day, all advanced belts. Elmo was glad that nothing would happen in
front of an under-belt. Since Mark Chandler had not said anything yet,
Elmo knew that Stager was there to get even with him. Accidents in the
dojo were uncommon, but there was no suing someone in that business. It
was a hazardous sport to begin with. Two brown belt women and two green
belt men were there. Mark had company in the form of another belt mill
friend. Seven witnesses until Martin and Mr. Stoner showed up. Kathy
called the head of the studio. She knew what was coming. Two local police
appeared five minutes into the class, they stayed outside the mat, and were
not visible to those inside.
"Let's bow in please." Elmo called to the class before warm-ups started.
Mark and his Uncle Louie bowed stiffly in the traditional Korean bow, their
Gi's were starched. The colored belts looked at each other and said "Fresh
Meat!" out loud. Mark ignored them. Mr. Stoner arrived first. He took
over the class, ended warm ups, and called Elmo and Mark up to fight.
"Don't kill him." Mr. Stoner said, apparently not to anyone in
particular. The Brown belt women took the ring corners.
"Fight!" Stoner barked.
Mark charged with his flashy high head kicks. Elmo marveled at Marks
stupidity and moved off angle. Mark threw his kick hard enough that he
lost his balance when it missed. He spun through and tried again. On the
next clash, Elmo jammed Mark, with a reverse punch.
"OOOOFFF!" Mark dropped with little wind left in his body. Elmo smiled
at Mark when he hit him.
"Break!" Called Mr. Stoner. "Elmo, out! Wendy step in."
There was no point in Elmo having all the fun. It was clear to everyone
but Mark and the other guy that there were two sitting ducks to be enjoyed
by all. Martin came in, in time to see Wendy kick Mark square in the
groin. At least Mark brought a cup to the mat. While Mark was attempting
to recover from the blast, Elmo started into him.
"Did you enjoy Bill's wedding present?" Elmo said loud enough for all to
hear. The under belts quickly saw that something was going on, and it was
not business as usual. More senior black belts started to appear. A green
belt noted the cops outside the door, which was now closed.
"I don't know what you are talking about. I've never seen you before."
Mark lied.
"The one with the fine ass, that you shared will you best friend, Butt
Hole Bill." Elmo responded back.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner called. Wendy figured that Mark was a shit ball,
as well as a very poorly trained fighter. She punched him in the eye
before he could set up. This only aggravated Mark, he was supposed to be
giving the beating, not taking one from a girl! He had paid lots of good
money to Master Po for that belt.
"Fight!" Stoner called again. Mark charged right into a defensive rear
kick. He went down, breathless.
"That is enough for now. You, what is your name?" Mr. Stoner pointed
to the other black belt. "You up. Josh, you too."
The two eyed each other. The black belt refused to touch gloves, or to
introduce himself. It was beneath his rank to talk to such rabble.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner called. Josh hit the man with a clean wheel kick,
right off the line. The black belt's head rocked back. He had just stood
there. Mark was aware of Martin's gaze locked onto his left forearm. The
black belt went down 5 0 in under a minute. The other woman and the other
green belt were called up. The match went 3 2 in the woman's favor. She
stayed up, Mark was called back.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner called. The brown belt sat Mark on the ground with
a front thrust kick. She smiled at him.
"How did you get that scar on your arm, Mark? Produce boxes reaching
out to scratch you?" Elmo had another chance to needle him. Mark tied to
blitz the woman, but she stepped out of the way.
"Did you know you have another pair of twins, clones of the woman you
two shared that night? That makes three sets of identical twins you are a
father of, Mark." Elmo just watched and smiled. Mark paused, but was then
decked hard by a side kick from the woman. She enjoyed getting even for
someone she didn't even know.
"Bull shit. You are a liar! You have no proof!" Mark managed to heave
out as he got to his feet. Martin had heard enough. The scar was one
thing; the denial was so poor it ranked down there with Mark's fighting
ability.
"Really? Bill told you about the twins? Did he also say they were sold
to a Jordanian for $500,000? They are yours; he had a paternity test done.
You matched, he didn't." Elmo twisted the family man's mind out of place.
Martin asked Mr. Stoner for a chance to go onto the mat. Mark just glared
at Elmo.
"You lie you shit ball!" Mark said. He was not afraid. His buddy
inched to his gear bag. The head of the studio remarked that he would live
longer if he kept his hands and play toys separate.
"Fight!" Mr. Stoner roared. Martin took Mark down with a single punch.
He did not get back up. The green belts dragged him off to the side and
dropped him.
"Can you imagine what your wife will say when this hits the papers?
I'll make sure it lands on page one. Maybe a Jerry Berger column too? You
had to waltz in here like a fool and prove it to everyone. What did that
belt cost you? Is it worth what you paid for it? You have two more
children that do not know their father. They only know a sadistic rapist.
The other rapist in that event, as you know, isn't in this world anymore.
You and Bill abused another FBI agent. Did you think Bill was that mean? I
really don't care what your answer is, Mark. There are some nice men in
blue here to deal with your likes." Elmo opened the door. Martin just
smiled as the uniforms came in and took him away. Mark's buddy went with
him, if only to escape from the studio.
"You all realize that this event is not to be discussed again, even in
the studio." The head of the studio spoke to everyone in the room. They
all agreed. The rest of sparring class was canceled. Martin looked
fulfilled. Elmo got a private conference with the four ranking belts
there. Nothing else was said.
When Elmo returned home, both Mark Chandler and Shannon were there.
Shannon looked shaken, but proud. She would not press charges against
Stager. Bill got what he deserved, Stager was only a patsy. The three
sets of twins were not a coincidence. They shared a father. The twins
declined to meet Mr. Stager. They continued to be friends with the other
twins for what remained of their high school years. Shannon slept soundly
that night. Her bad dreams vanished from that point onward.
Mark Stager's wife immediately procured separate beds. She didn't
divorce him outright. He had to live with a wife that would not sleep with
him, and two children that would not acknowledge his existence. Master Po
got a visit from some people with badges. He skipped town leaving his
contracts, and quite a few disconcerted customers behind. Mark's sparring
buddy decided to take lessons from another Kenpo dojo, somewhat closer to
home. He threw away the black belt and started over. Mark never got over
being dismembered by two women. He would never admit to being taken by a
Korean, or being bettered by a woman.
Shannon found a ring under the Christmas tree that winter. Pam finally
agreed to come meet her new step family. They were not three headed ogres
or slimy white trash as she had been told. She also saw Dad and Shannon
kissing, which was something she had never seen Dad and Mom do. Pam's
world view shook. For a twelve year old, it was traumatic. Torn between
her mother and a real functional family, she did not know what to do.
Before New Year's Day, she had her own room in the new house. Elmo's Ex
moved out of town. Custody was not an issue after that.
Elmo and Shannon walked down the aisle together in March. Tom and Lisa
were there, Lisa a good fifteen pounds heavier than normal, as she was due
in three more months.
"Boy, Girl or don't care?" Elmo asked Tom when he saw the watermelon
under construction on Lisa's smaller frame.
"We don't know yet, we want to be surprised." Tom replied, and gave Lisa
a solid squeeze.
Shannon's side of the aisle was more populated than Elmo's. Lots of
suits and law related folks. Mark Chandler gave the bride away; she was
wearing white. Sandy caught the flowers, snatching them from Cindy on a
mad dive to the floor. Joe Baker was there too, he was Elmo's best man.
Joe had a rather expensive suit on. A variety of things just seem to keep
appearing for Joe. He never explained what his gas can fund was, or what
funded it. He and Elmo had a good laugh, but nobody knew what the joke
was.
Randy and Cindy went off to Stanford together. They came back four
years later with a ring and another aisle date. Samantha found a string of
lovers before settling on a local boy with beer in his background. They
took the long walk on the short pier seven months after Randy and Cindy.
Sandy had any boyfriend she wanted. After her walk down the runway at the
Veiled Prophet Ball, she graduated top in her class. Her long-term lover
proposed to her one night after dinner at Tony's restaurant. Pam took a
while to adjust to a no Bitching household, but she learned that love was
better than backstabbing.
One day a strange car pulled into the large quiet house's driveway. A
good looking woman with long blonde hair emerged timidly and came to the
door. It was Frizzy, in a dress and perfume. Her deep voice now a smooth
purr.
"Let her in Elmo, it is cold out there." Shannon saw there was a
difference in Frizzy, something she had not expected.
"Thank you Elmo. Hello Shannon, it has been a very long time since we
last spoke." Frizzy had lost the Butch routine. She was on Estrogen, and
loved it. She had a steady boyfriend, a State Trooper.
"I am sorry for the way I acted with both of you. It was poor judgment
and not right. Please forgive me." Jenny actually sounded contrite.
"You missed the twins, both are in a race to the nursery. Their due
dates are days apart." Shannon dodged the forgiveness part. The two
one-time lovers talked for a short while before Jenny said she had to
leave.
Elmo and Shannon went up to their room to enjoy life together.
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