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Warning: Adult language, adult situations
Chapter 55: Monday, August 29th, 1500-2300
Trenton
Terry's POV
Something is telling me it's time to get out of the adoption market. We've been at it too long, long enough that questions may start getting asked. I think that now is the perfect time to cut our earnings and leave. I mean, I have enough paperwork and evidence to let Connie take the fall. That will make my Uncle happy. Her Family getting the bad press will make it easier for him to gain some of the ground that he lost to her Family years ago. Maybe it's a sign that we only have three children to sell right now. At our peak five years ago, we'd get three children in a week. My bank account is definitely cushioned.
I also need to cut ties with Dickie. Though he is a decent lover, he takes too many risks. The bullshit that went on with his partners a few years ago almost cost us this entire operation. If he only would have kept his dick in his pants at his house when he and Stephanie were married, things would be so much better. I book our flight. It's at ten to seven, a little too early for my preference, but if we are going to get rid of one of the kids tomorrow, it's worth it. We will be traveling to Florida as the Montgomery family, Teresa, Richard, and baby Brian. I also booked our flight to Tahiti, for Thursday. That will give us Tuesday evening and Wednesday to take care of Stephanie Plum once and for all.
We need to leave here at three to pick up the brat by 3:30. We'll be to Newark by 4:15 the latest. I rented a Honda CRV for us to use to take the brat to his new parent's house. As much as I would prefer a BMW, it may look too suspicious. Dickie should be arriving soon. I spent the last couple of hours primping myself for him. I shaved, showered and lotioned myself up. I have on a skintight black dress that barely covers my ass and my tits. I'm completely commando. I need to make sure Dickie thinks everything is okay between us because he won't be returning from Tahiti. His ticket is a one-way ticket.
I hear my locks tumble, knowing that he is here. I hear him call out, "Theresa, I'm home."
"I'm in the kitchen." I hear him put his keys on the table in the entranceway, open the door to the kitchen and pause. Before I can say anything, he is behind me, pushing me into the counter. His right hand is roughly groping my breasts, pulling my dress down, while his left is undoing his pants. A moment later, I feel his dick at my entrance, and he is sheathed inside me. He starts kissing my neck while pumping into me. We both quickly explode. He then pulls out, pushing me towards the table, where he makes me lay on my back. He is inside me once more.
"I love it when you dress like a whore. When we get to Tahiti, I plan on spending most of the day inside you."
I moan in return. Dickie doesn't have much-staying power, about three minutes, but he recharges quickly. After two more rounds, we sit down to have dinner.
"How do you want to handle the bitch?" He asks me.
The bitch is Stephanie. "I think a sniper attack is best. Ranger won't be able to protect her from that. By the time he realizes that she's been hit, it will be too late. Maybe we can take out his brat as well. Without her eyewitness account, we should be in the free and clear." I respond.
"We could take her with us. She is mighty pretty."
"Richard, she's fourteen. She's just a kid. Please, we'd get into too much trouble. Besides, I wouldn't put it past Ranger to have her face all over the world in about one minute if she were ever taken again."
"You're right, love, as always."
We finish our meal talking about nothing special. Then Dickie drops the bomb. This further convinces me that Dickie is a liability.
"I spoke to our man in Miami. They are going to rob another house tonight. No one related to the mission. That should help to throw off the police investigation."
"Are you sure that's wise? From what my sources told me, the BAU is already back in Washington DC, and Rangeman is no longer looking into the case." I reply.
"Theresa, we need to make sure that any lead gets rejected. The more confusing and convoluted we make things, the more distracted the cops will get. If they are anything like the bumbling idiots here in Trenton, it won't be a problem."
"If you say so, Richard."
We clean up the dishes from our dinner together, then retire to the bedroom, or should I say move our party to the bedroom. We fuck each other like we've done since adolescence. We know each others' bodies well and know just how to play each other's bodies. Around ten o'clock I get a call from Connie. It seems she's a little lonely, and with Joe missing in action, she wants to know if I'm up for any action. After getting Dickie's consent, I invite her over to join us for some fun.
Now, if the Burg knew how Connie, Dickie and I spent our time, we would definitely be outcasts. Hell, my Uncle Vito would ship me off to Italy in a heartbeat. It is why we keep our extracurricular activities under the table, so to speak. Connie and I first started exploring each other's bodies when we were sixteen. Neither of us was virgins anymore and wanted to know what it would be like to be pleasured by another woman. We found that while we enjoyed the pleasure, we could give each other, we both still preferred men. However, whenever we had the opportunity and a willing partner, we'd partake in a ménage a trios.
Richard is more than willing to take on the two of us. As much as he satisfies me as a lover, his aversion to giving oral sex is a huge turn-off, but when I'm with him and Connie, I can get the oral sex I crave every so often. Joe isn't big on oral sex either. I don't understand Burg men. I often wonder if the fathers pull their sons aside and tell them not to give oral sex. All non-Burg men I've slept with have given oral sex willingly. I spoke to a friend of mine who spent a few hours with Ranger shortly after he first came to Trenton, from what she told me, he's a master of giving his partner pleasure over himself. She claimed she received three orgasms courtesy of Ranger before he impaled her, which is when she had two more before he shot his load. I tried to get his attention, but unfortunately, Stephanie had already caught his eye. From every source I tapped, since about six months after he met Stephanie, he hasn't fucked anyone else. I don't understand what is so special about Stephanie.
I once asked the Dickie about his ex-wife. He said that she was frigid in bed, only allowing sex in very traditional positions. She was not willing to experiment and is completely against anal sex. While I can understand her initial discomfort with the concept of anal sex, you shouldn't knock something until you tried it. I highly doubt that Ranger will be satisfied with her for the long haul. Then again, a man like Ranger may be able to change her mind.
At precisely ten thirty, Connie arrived. We spend about fifteen minutes talking shop before we get down to the real business at hand. We fuck each other for about two hours, then Connie leaves to go home. Dickie and I decide it's time to get some rest because tomorrow is a big day for us. As I close my eyes, I get a sinking feeling in my stomach, one that I usually get before something bad happens. Part of me considers calling off tomorrow, but the prospect of getting that much money and getting out of the business is stronger than my apprehension. Maybe we should leave Stephanie alone. I mean, in Miami, how much harm can she cause us. She's out of the picture, which means in a few weeks, Joe will be begging to get back underneath the sheets with me. I made my decision; we will leave Stephanie alone. Once I say that to myself, the butterflies disappear, and I finally drift off into sleep.
Dickie wakes me up at two-thirty for a quickie before we both shower and dress. I'm wearing a conservative pantsuit, while Dickie is sporting an off the rack suit. We look the role of an adoption services lawyer and caregiver. We leave my home heading to our warehouse where we pick up the brat, who is thankfully sleeping. I gather the bottles that I will need, along with the diapers and other necessities. We reach Newark airport at our predetermined time and go through security without a hitch. I get some coffee and a small breakfast while we wait to board the plane. Our first-class seats will provide us with some space to ride comfortably down to Florida. Right before we are ready to board, I get a call from my contact in MDPD. It seems that my crew has been caught and is being detained at an unknown location. Fuck me. I am so close to getting out the game. Maybe I need to get rid of Dickie in the Everglades. Alligators are a great forensic countermeasure.
Terry, pull it together. One more day and you'll be done, out, finished. I close my eyes, count to ten, and calm myself to appear as the happy couple heading on vacation to Miami. We board the plane, closer than ever to leave this life behind us.
