Back to the present:
As the angry, anxious and stressed Pownall household finally sleeps, someone that hopes to be an intricate part of that family sits in a top-of-the-line foreign car.
Chapter 35
Every good deed
The parking lot of the Inn is spacious enough for the Mercedes to position itself a distance from the nearest vehicle. A full moon lights up the view of the ocean as the scent of the sea is felt in the car.
"I love the sea." She states.
"Well, you are in the right profession." Joe smiles.
"It's so powerful. I can smell it." She inhales.
"Actually, I could live without it." Joe admits. "Too many damn secrets under that false quiet surface."
"Then, I'll change the subject." Maddie's broad smile show pearl-white teeth.
"When I said, 'you want to go somewhere else,' I had no idea you were staying in Everett." She inhales pushing her breasts upward. The strain on her dress causes the plunging V-neck to dip further.
Joe bites his lower lip.
"I hope you don't think, I was trying to…"
"No, not at all." Maddie interrupts him. "As a matter of fact," her lips form a smile. "I was hoping you'd take my hint." Her expression changes. "I mean, after all a slut like me has no shame about propositioning a man." She closes her dark colored eyes, and sighs. "Please, you must have heard or read some dossier about us." She exhales through delicate nostrils. An expression of disgust takes possession of her face. "The me'nage a' trois polymarine lovers or whatever the government labels us." She exhales as her form trembles at the thought.
"Maddie, I am well aware of this relationship." He talks in a soft tone.
"So why don't you take this little slut upstairs and give her what she wants?" She uses her fingers to slide the off-shoulder garment downward. "You can take me here if you want?" The expression of disgust on her face melts from the streaming lines of tears running down her cheeks.
"Oh, sweetheart…" He leans toward her. "Please, don't feel…"
"Stop talking." She speaks with a decisive tone, as she throws her upper body over the armrest and into his arms.
"Mad…" before Joe can say her name, Maddie drives her tongue deep into his mouth.
Their breathing deepens as his hands grip her arms.
The black bandage style garment falls helplessly as the couple mesh their bodies.
Maddie glides moist lips along Joe's cheek. As they open, a tongue shoots out of her mouth taking the appearance of a striking cobra.
Green eyes close, as Joe moans. A slithering tongue washes his ear until it retreats back into his open mouth. Her hand grabs his crotch.
"Oh," the soft exclamation from Joe spurs her to undo the zipper.
Joe's fingers run through the supple black as night curls. As he holds the back of her head, their tongues twirl as if serpents in the heat of passion.
Maddie's nose flexes as his scent seeps into her soul.
"The hell with your room…" She needs to swallow as a dry throat stifles her wishes. "Do me here."
The ardent voice is answered with an unusual request, considering the present mood.
"Maddie, no…" He pulls her hand from his erection.
"No?" She asks. "Ok, I can wait. Lets go upstairs." She hustles her movements to repair the position of the simple black dress.
"Maddie," he pauses as she reaches for the black open front jacket with shimmering strands of silver running down the stretch material. "You're not going upstairs."
"What!" Slender shoulders shoot upward. "You look ready to stick a hole in those expensive pants." She chuckles, "from the inside."
Maddie, it's not gonna happen."
"What?" her voice strains, matching the young woman's facial muscles.
"You don't want…you don't want me?" Her expression bears a resemblance to the one she had possessed for the last week. Once sparkling eyes resembling a moonlit night now dulled as her expression takes on the appearance grief. Moist lips painted with the look of Allure, dry as a lone tear speeds down her cheek.
"I'm sorry." Joe whispers. "We can't…I can't."
"To hell with you. Go to hell." She pulls the light jacket through one arm and opens her door.
"No wait, I'll explain." He leans over the console, "please, Maddie."
"I don't ever want to see you again. I thought…" Her sobs increase. "I thought, I could be normal." She puts her hand outward, hoping to stifle his attempt to cross over to the passenger side.
"Oh, damn it." He turns his body and opens the driver-side door.
"Don't come near me. Don't!" An elderly couple halt as her voice begins to increase in volume.
"Get back in that car. Or go to your damn room and leave me alone.
The older woman whispers to her husband forcing him to speak.
"Dear…are you in…trouble?" His voice is weak as the words are spotty.
"Please, can you help me get a cab or something?" Maddie asks the couple.
"Oh yes," the older woman said with confidence.
"Yes," as her bald husband feels the vitality lost over the past few years. He takes a step in front of the women. "Young man, I suggest you go where you gotta go and leave this young lady alone."
Joe inhales casting his eyes down. He does not want a police report that he would have to explain to the Department of Defense. The man's life is to be lived, especially with an assignment in the States, one of invisibility.
Also, the idea of an "older guy" attempting to forcibly restrain him in some way had to be involved. The government agent's mind directs his actions.
Don't say or do anything. I haven't killed anybody in almost a year.
He smiles as he leans back on the black E-class coupe.
So calm down Joseph. He smiles at the advice.
And then hears a warning from his sarcastic mind.
You better calm down, super-secret agent that has broken countless federal laws concerning that hot mama waiting in your room.
He glances at the second floor of the hotel, a curtain flutters.
Joe breathes in and down out as if looking to relieve a terrible feeling of stress or possible dread.
"She saw everything." He comments to the sound of a crashing wave tattooing the shorefront.
"That'll be the sound of my head cracking if she saw that little show in the car." He sighs. "How the hell am I gonna explain?" He begins to walk to the rear of the hotel. Maddie and her saviors
must still be waiting for a car int eh front. Though, he lingered tin the lot to give the rejected young woman time to leave.
"My Angel, sweetheart." His teeth graze a lower lip.
"Yeah! She loves when I call her that." Adding a quicker stride to his step. "That girl is innocent. We don't need her and she might get hurt. We can kill Ryn together. It would be easier. You don't need to battle her in the sea like gladiators."
Though Joe has spoken to her many times about a strategy to kill Ryn, the woman insists the battle must be in the sea and fair.
Joe's extensive experience in such matters has taught him that if you can kill an enemy with a bullet in the back of the head, do it.
"Ok, as long as she doesn't talk to me like she is my mother." He decides to knock on the door, rather than use a key.
"My Angel," his words sound as if the beginning of a melody.
She opens the door, and steps back into the middle of the room.
"I love you." He says. "You love me, right?" He sports a childish grin.
"What did your mother do to you when you disobeyed her?" Her words escape a stern expression.
He fights the urge to show a relieved appearance. It is obvious she did not see the torrid scene in the car.
"Jooooo…seph." She takes a step in his direction. "We will talk," her breasts rise straining the red V-neck t-shirt. "But now get in the bedroom and prepare yourself."
When Angel takes on the persona of her past identity, Joe knows she wants sex the way that persona demands.
He is in for a night of black and blues.
Notes to the reader:
There will be questions about the re-emergence of Tia. You can blame or thank the theme song of our favorite cancelled TV show. Joan Shelly's haunting melody seems appropriate for Tia. Especially from the middle of the song on.