As Ross entered into Richard's library, he was both amazed but also apprehensive. As he looked around, he began to gain a new respect for the man who had now become a second father to him. He never knew that his father would be hiding a treasure trove in the form of his friend, nor had Ross any inkling that the man who was now seated behind the huge mahogany desk was a man who could have such a knowledge base. Surrounding him was row upon row of every kind of book of every style. As Ross looked more closely at a few of them, he could have sworn that they appeared to be the originals. But before he could truly study them a voice broke his revere:
"Ross… do have a seat. I see that you appreciate the classics…" said Richard as he motioned toward one of the chairs facing his desk. "Thank you for coming so quickly."
"Richard, you amaze me. My dad never told me that you were such an avid reader of classical literature. Are any of these the originals?"
"Yes, they all are. I have been collecting them since I was a boy. At least half of them were passed on to me from my grandfather. But that isn't the reason I called you in here…"
"Here it comes" thought Ross as Richard paused to see the reaction he would receive when he told Ross his true intent. Ross sat stiff in apprehension as Richard continued.
"Ross I know what you just witnessed in the kitchen between your sister and I may have been a real shock and most likely not the sight you were expecting to see as you came around the corner. I probably would have been twice as shocked as you were and probably the person who was so shamefully taking advantage of my baby sister's nakedness would probably be picking themselves up off the floor right about now. But Ross, I have to let you in on a little secret. Your sister is one hot piece of tail..."
"Good God Richard, Stop! She's my sister…" Ross was more than a little shocked that Richard would refer to Monica as a piece of tail…he was starting to get outraged.
"Oh get over it Geller. I wouldn't doubt that the sight of Monica dressed as she was didn't make you a little bit horny…so lighten up soldier. Monica may be your sister, but she is a woman after all…and just because you are her brother doesn't stop you from still being just a man…" Richard shot back with a stern look. "Besides, that is not why I asked you to come to my library. I asked you to come because I need your help. And Chandler's also.
"What is it you want?" asked Ross as he was glad to change the topic from Monica as he started to have visions of his sister dressed and undressed in various ways while he tenderly and with wanton need running through his veins as he slowly bought her to peak after peak of blissful passion. And if Richard would have come around the desk he would have seen the resulting bulge Ross was now embarrassingly sporting as a result of such thoughts. Ross quickly shifted his sitting position so that he was resting his head in his hands.
Leaning forward to match Ross's posture, Richard continued his narrative, "As you may or may not know, crime in our fair city has risen by 35 percent this past year alone and if the trend keeps up, who knows what could happen in the very near future. It seems as if time is reverting back to the early 20's with drive by shootings, gang wars, drug trafficking out of control, and mob families establishing territories. And Ross, this scares me. If something isn't done soon, there will be no law abiding citizens left as all will flee in terror. And then what of our beautiful city?" Pausing briefly he could see that he had gotten Ross' attention and knew Ross was thinking. So Richard continued…
"And that is where you and Chandler come in… you two will be the 80's version of the super hero…"
"Super Hero?" asked a confused Ross as the words started to sink in…
"Yes, sort of a Batman and Robin team."
"Batman and Robin…" asked a rather shocked Ross but a Ross who was starting to catch on to the drift of where this was heading…
"Right…the Dynamic Duo of Greenwich Village…"
"Dynamic Duo…"?
"The Caped Crusaders of Central Perk… the avengers of the average Joe… the ones to right the wrongs…the bringers of Truth… Justice… and the American Way…" Richard was starting to ham it up real good by now and would have continued the build-up speech if Ross hadn't interrupted him with the following:
"So…let me get this straight. You want Chandler and me to dress up as the Caped Crusaders to fight the slime of the city so as to keep it safe for the common person…"?
"Yes that sums it up right…"
"And what oh great tree are we to be called?" asked an expectant Ross as he tried to place the pieces together.
"Captain Wuss and Boy Blunder…" was Richard's reply as a gleam began to sparkle in his right eye.
"CAPTAIN WUSS AND BOY BLUNDER! Richard, are you out of your freaking mind? Or have you been smoking weed again?" Ross shouted.
"Take it easy Ross…"
"No I will NOT take it easy. Have you thought this through? Are you not aware of the complications this could make for Chandler and me? Not to mention the flack we would get from our friends…" he trailed as he sank back into his chair. Ross started to rub his temple. "And what would Monica say?"
"Monica already knows and she believes it to be a very good idea. And besides, nobody will ever know who you are unless you or Chandler speaks of it. And the best part of the deal is the cool suits you get to wear and neat gadgets you get to play with…" replied Richard while staring straight into Ross's face.
"Cool suit?" shot back Ross as he sat upright at full attention again. "Hmm. Well maybe I did speak rather quickly. May I see these suits?"
"But I thought you were reluctant about this whole thing…" grinned Richard as he started to rise from his chair. And from the look he saw in Ross's face he knew he had him hook, line and sinker. And pressing a button on his desk which caused the bookcase behind his desk to open revealing two firehouse poles with signs sprouting "Richard" on one and "Guest" on the other. He sprang to his pole while saying "To the Lab" and he slid out of site.
Ross just shook his head and said, "Dude you have been watching too many Batman reruns." And taking the other pole followed Richard into God only knew where…
As Chandler watched his best bud climb the steps and disappear into Richard's study, he shifted his gaze down a couple doors to that of Monica Geller. And as he looked at the door his thoughts turned to the beautiful goddess he knew was right now on the other side of that door and a picture again came to his mind's eye. The picture of her and Richard in a hot and sweet embrace; of how she was wearing just a flimsy little gown which hugged her curves to reveal her tanned skin in all its glory; of her soft, sensuous lips; her perky breasts with their pointed nipples which peeked out at him at times; and as his gaze swept lower, her pert and naked cheeks which seemed to quiver at Richard's touch because he caused the hem of the teddy to ride up toward her waist; of her lean and somewhat muscular thighs leading down to near perfect knees and continuing down to her small and slender feet; and then her beautiful and shy blush when she was discovered by Ross; and then as she was leaving the room, the soft and warm smile she gave to him as she passed by him. Not the embarrassed variety of one who was caught with their pants down, but a soft tender smile with a look from her eyes that said 'I like you, I want to know you'. And as he watched her climb the stairs he couldn't help but see her hips as they swayed with each step. But the one thing which really got to him was that the higher up she went, the more revealing she became. And the more revealing she became, the more he could see of her female beauty. And the more he saw, the more aroused he became. He knew he should have turned away, but her feminism kept him glued like a starving alcoholic needing that next swig. His mind was shocked with what he was doing, but his body with all that he was feeling locked him in place. And when she reached the top, he gasped as at last he was able to get a good look at the center of her being. And his breathing quickly and he let out a soft moan as he saw that she was shaved. Shaking his head to break his thoughts, Chandler knew he needed a cold shower and quick; otherwise he might lose it and leave an embarrassing spot on the front of his pajamas. Yes, a quick shower and a nice stroll on the grounds should clear his head. And with that he dashed up the steps and into the safety of his bedroom.
As Ross slid slowly down the pole, his vision blackened as the dark seem to swallow him in a warm and gentle embrace. He didn't know how long he was in darkness nor was he aware of the distance he slid as all his senses were lulled by the inky blackness of limbo. When his feet again touched ground, the area in front of him opened into a vast chamber the likes of which were only attempted in a weird Sci-Fi novel or one of his favorite TV shows, Star Trek. He was flabbergasted. And as he stepped from the chute and looked around, he just couldn't believe his eyes. It was as if he had entered "The Twilight Zone…"
"Richard, how…? Where…? This had to cost you a fortune. How…how" all Ross was could say.
Richard just smiled as he explained, "You like it"?
"Like it…I love it."
He continued, "Well, it's like this Ross. I am extremely wealthy. I come from a long line of the Rockefeller's. And I don't mean the family either. We are a very secret group with high ideals and major plans. I am not an optomologist Ross. That is just my cover. My little home in the city was also a cover. These grounds; this mansion is my true home. My true occupation is that of Investor Philanthropist. I make more money in one day than the President makes in a year. I am one thing my Brothers and Sisters are not, a rebel. A thorn in the side of those I associate with. You see Ross; bad times are coming in the very near future. It seems that those who are my kind have changed the agenda of goals and have become quite evil. It seems they want to take over and rule the world. I am very much against what they now have become, and I have vowed to bring to an end their evil plans and schemes…" Pausing he glanced at Ross who had the biggest look of confusion. And sounding more serious than he had before, he continued, "Ross, what I have just conferred to you must never be spoken of. Your life will depend on your secrecy."
"Speak of it. Rockefellers, secret societies… My God Richard, you speak as if it is one big conspiracy." Before he could go on Richard had turned to him, grabbed both his arms and shot back at him;
"IT IS A CONSPIRACY Ross! Look around you. Do you actually think that as an optomologist I could afford all of THIS…think man, do you think that life is as simple as what you see around you? If you believe that, than your degree means nothing and you are the biggest idiot this century. And…the biggest fool."
"Oh get off it Richard. Everyone knows that what you speak of is mere myth. Nothing more than fairy tales. And tell anyone…who would I tell? I would be the biggest laughing stock in the Science Community not to mention my friends…"
"Monica didn't think it was such a fallacy when I told her years ago…"
"Monica? What does she have to do with any of this?" asked Ross as he gestured all around him.
"She my dear boy is the one who came up with all the gadgets that you will get to play with; not to mention the suits…"
"Monica…? Monica Geller? Monica who is my sister? Your kidding right Richard?" he started to laugh but when he saw the cold, dark seriousness in Richard's eyes. "But she is only a chef…"
"A very brilliant cover I might add." Richard said. Seeing Ross's confusion growing he continued, "Ross, Monica is more than a chef. She has a Doctorate in electronics and a Masters degree in robotics and gadgetry. Your sister is more intelligent than you."
"Way, No Way!" shouted a rather indignant Ross.
"Way." Replied Richard confidently. "And you know what else, that would make an excellent name for a rock band."
"Monica… a doctor of electronics… Monica… a Masters in robotics… Monica… smarter than me…" and having said that a rather forlorn Ross Geller sank back down into a chair.
"Yes, Ross, Monica…"
"But how…when…?" asked Ross as he shook his head in utter disbelief, "Please Richard, explain this to me. Where was I when all of this was taking place? How could I have missed seeing this?"
"Listen to me, Ross you were so busy with your dinosaurs and your space exploration, not to mention Star Trek that you totally missed the fact that Monica was indeed a gifted child. You were so busy teasing her and picking on her that you missed the fact that behind all that fat hid the mind of a genius. All you had to do was take one look and you would have seen the potential."
"I guess I am a little guilty of being blind. But I wasn't the only one who missed it. Boy if mom and dad were still alive they would be shocked. More than shocked, they probably would be greatly ashamed. I bet if they were still alive and knew of this they would do everything in their power to make it up to her. Damn it Richard, why couldn't I see this."
"Ross nobody knew. Not you or your parents."
"Why, Richard, why" asked Ross in a whisper. And after saying this Ross bowed his head and cried.
Richard came over to the distraught man, and kneeling down he gently lifted Ross's tear stained face so that he could look him in the eye. "You didn't know because Monica didn't want any of you to know. She made me promise never to tell any of you. Ross, it's not your fault and it's not Jack or Judy's fault. Monica has forgiven all of you."
"But still…" and again Ross began crying.
And seeing there was really nothing more he could say, Richard sat down next to Ross and just held him like a father who holds his weeping child. Sensing Ross had quieted down somewhat he asked, "Feeling any better?"
"No…"
"What say you and I take a look around and see the many great wonders this place has to offer."
"I guess." Replied Ross as Richard helped him to his feet. And together the two set off to see all there was to see.
As Chandler emerged from his bathroom into his bedroom after taking a nice cool shower hoping to get the vision of lust goddess Monica from his mind, he passed the open curtains of the windows which faced the back of the manor. Glancing out he stopped mid-stride, gave a soft "OH MY GOD" and dropped the towel he was using to dry his wet hair. As he watched he saw her, his lust goddess Monica. And as he watched her, his blood again started to rush through his veins while his lust again slowly rose to fever pitch. He was grateful that she was so far away and could not see him. He doubted he could explain the bulge in the front of his silk boxers which seemed to be at the bursting point.
She was in the Lilly fields behind the manor. The day was sunny, warm and very bright. She had decided it would be the perfect time to work on her sun tan. She had been working on it as diligently as she worked on all of Richard's gadgets and doodads. She was in such a playful and mean demeanor as she chose her bathing suit earlier that morning. She picked out her favorite; the one she knew would drive any live normal American male to lustful distraction. It was a pale blue thong bikini made from the thinnest silycra that she had in her collection. Silycra was a creation she had come up with one day while working on the suits that the boys would be wearing. It is a combination of silk for its transparency, and lycra for its sensual feel. Putting it on she admired how sexy she looked in the mirror. Looking back at her was a young and sensual woman wearing a pale blue thong bikini. The top just covered the nips of her full and succulent breasts. The bottom, if that is what one would call it just barely covered her plump and youthful womanhood. And as she looked she said, "Well Chandler if this doesn't get your blood boiling then you must be dead." Nodding appreciatively she turned to leave. Taking a couple steps she stopped abruptly as she started to feel strange tingles which were radiating from two hot spots on her body. Was it her imagination or was she being sensually caressed in places she hoped to have her lover to touch in days to come. Dismissing it as mere fancy she again started walking. Making it only as far as the door she had to stop again as the tingles were now turning to waves of pure animalistic pleasure. She was relieved when opening her door Chandler was nowhere to be seen. If he was, she knew she would have thrown all caution to the proverbial wind as she was in desperate need of sexual release. Hoping with all her might, she stilled herself for the long walk she knew it was to the backyard and the lounge chairs by the pool. She prayed a silent prayer that she would not orgasm before reaching the safety of the cool water which waited in the pool and she knew if she could just make it, she would be able to put out the fire in the center of her being which was slowly climbing to an all-consuming blaze. Gathering her final strength she again started on her trek. Halfway down the stairs she had to clamp her mouth shut lest she cry out in pleasurable sighs and moans. Reaching the kitchen her pace had increased to a small jog and if one were to observe her as she passed they would see the light sheen of perspiration which was slowly and teasingly running down her hot and flushed body, and hear the whimpering which escaped unbidden from her lips. Each step for her was one of pure, sensual and erotic pleasure. She wanted it to stop but yet she wanted it to go on and on. It was torture, but a torture she yearned for. A torture she craved. She had lost all thought of time and place. She was lost in two conflicting thoughts and feelings. In the first, she was frightened and desperate. She knew she had to reach the safety of the pool. If she could then the coolness of the water would put out the fire which raged through her hot and flushed body. Her logical brain was screaming at her, "This is wrong. You shouldn't be feeling like this. You are supposed to be in control of yourself. What if people see you? What if Chandler or Ross or Richard saw you?" In the second, her body was fighting for control. In its aroused and erotic state it was feeding to her imagination and fantasy side of her brain saying, "Why are you fighting it? Just feel the pleasure you are experiencing. Let the fabric caress and pleasure you to fulfillment. Imagine that you are in a sweet embrace with Chandler. Just imagine that it is his lips which are brushing and nuzzling your breasts. Oh you feel wetness on your nipples? That's because he is slowly…sensuously teasing and licking them to hardness. Feel that between your legs? That's his fingers slowly teasing…tickling…caressing you. They are gently and slowly stroking your hot spot. Can you feel them go from front to back…and now they are coming from back to front. Going again and again…teasing…tickling…caressing…" By now Monica had reached the patio. Her pace of movement had reached the point of a run. Her hair was plastered against her forehead as sweat now coated her like the glisten from suntan oil. Her breath was ragged a runner who just finished a marathon and moans of pleasure escaped her as she could no longer hold them in. Seeing the pool just beyond the patio gave her a feeling that victory was a sure thing. That mind would once again rule over body. And feeling excited she gave a cry of "Woo Hoo". Unfortunately her victory was short lived. When she reached the lounge chairs it hit like a wave that smashes and breaks through a poor constructed dam. Her body received one more gigantic surge of pleasure that caused it to reach its peak. With a gasp as if struck with a powerful electric shock, Monica though defeated sank into the nearest chair to ride the waves of orgasmic pleasure. She could feel each twinge, shake, and flutter as the force which now engulfed her entire body seemed to rise rapidly to peak after glorious peak. With each peak she reached, Monica was sure that the pleasure was greater than the last and she was sure that if it increased any more she would surely die from the pleasure. Finally she reached the plateau of her ride. With a cry which she was sure was enough to wake the dead, Monica's body gave one final convulsion of pleasure and then relaxed into a swooning state. Monica on her part was left in a state of minor confusion. Her body had betrayed her. Her mind was admonishing her for being such a slut, a whore. She was exhausted but she was also feeling really good. She didn't know what to do. How could she have done such a thing? She was always taught that the body was a sacred thing, a temple. And now she had defiled that temple. She felt a very strong guilt take over her and she did the one thing she felt she could only do. She cried. After calming down in both mind and body, Monica slowly got up and walking up to the pool's edge dove into the water. After a short swim as if to cleanse her soul, Monica got out of the pool and start to walk toward the field of lilies. She felt a soft glow which seemed to radiate throughout her body. She wasn't sure if it was because she was forgiven or if her body had just become accustomed to the soft and gentle kisses of the soft and wet fabric. The sun felt good on her cool body and she again began to relax. Not only relaxed, but she felt as if she was one with nature. Her body had a rebirth and now she was at peace. Reaching down to pick some flowers she began to sing. It was at this point that Chandler spotted her.
As Chandler stood by the window he couldn't believe his eyes. Out in field yonder was his lust goddess. Was the sun playing tricks on him? Was Monica…naked? That was the point at which he dropped his towel and exclaimed, "OH MY GOD". But no, as she again straightened up he could see or barely see what could be described as a bathing suit. And a chill started in the top of his head and the tips of his toes which seemed to race toward each other at blinding speeds. Traveling along each nerve and fiber caused a severe vibration which coursed through the rest of his body only to come together and to culminate at the tip of his throbbing member. And as he watched her, he could see the sun glisten off her wet body which gave her body a rather ethereal glow which justified the title of goddess he bestowed on her. With each step she took, the longing hunger he felt for her grew stronger and stronger. And he knew that if he didn't take action soon he would be consumed by this hot burning passion which burned ever hotter, ever brighter with each passing second. When he could stand it no longer Chandler took action. He raced to his dresser and yanked open a drawer. Quickly scanning the drawer, he cursed himself for he could not find what he was looking for and thus began the dance of the flying clothes. Failing to find that which he sought, Chandler proceeded to the next drawer thus repeating the same procedure with the same futile result. Making a third attempt and with the same end result Chandler dashed back to the window to check on Monica. His face fell as he saw that she had gathered a bunch of flowers and was heading back toward the house. Looking at her he didn't know which was more beautiful, the flowers or Monica's smile which had a radiant beauty all of its own. With a cry of unbridled lust Chandler looked toward the sky while raising his fist and cursed, "Damn you Richard! Damn you and your wall of dresser drawers. I will not allow your fiendish puzzle to ruin my blissful happiness!" Turning back toward the dresser Chandler looked down and spotted his prize. A pair of leather Speedos he lovingly referred to as "The Lady Killers". Crying out in triumph Chandler reached out to claim his beloved Speedos when he slipped on some of the thrown clothes with a rather loud thud preceded by the biggest brush burn of his young life. Shortly there arose such a noise as he felt the quick burning pain which seemed to register in his brain, "OUCH, ouch, ouch, ouch…" He would have gone on with his little song had it not been broken by a voice coming through the window. Painfully getting up and limping toward the window, he found a rather frightened Monica peering up at him from below.
Monica had just reached the pool with her prize when she heard a lot of commotion coming from Chandler's room. Looking toward the window, she saw Chandler give a cry of outrage, turn away from the window she saw him give another cry and reach forward for something. She saw that as he reached, he started to fall followed by a loud thud and then hearing him cry out as if in pain. Rushing to the window, she called out to him, "Chandler, are you alright? Chandler? Chandler!" She would have rushed into the house and upstairs toward his bedroom had she not seen him slowly rise and appear at the window.
"Yes…yes, I am alright. Uh…you didn't happen to see that little display did you?" He asked rather timidly.
"Yes I did. I was afraid you were in trouble and was just on my way to see if you needed assistance." Monica replied.
"Oh…" Chandler came back as his face started to turn three shades of red. "Wait for me by the pool. I will be down in a couple of minutes."
"Ok…" replied Monica as excitement started to replace her concern. "Oh…and on your way through the kitchen, would you be a dear and bring me a vase. They are in the cupboard by the pantry." Turning, she headed back to the lounge chairs by the pool. Taking a seat in a lounge and setting the flowers beside her, she leaned back and waited excitedly for her Prince Charming.
To her the minutes seemed to drag on like an eternity. With each passing minute Monica became hungrier with the need to see her tanned and Greek god. Ever since she met Chandler, those many years ago she couldn't get his image from her mind. It was when she was in her fat years. It was the first Thanksgiving that Ross came home. He called and asked if he could bring his roommate home for the holiday. And when she first laid eyes on him with his swan cut hairstyle, her heart seemed to have skipped a beat. And then to her utter amazement, it started to beat faster. And she feared she was having a heart attack. To her, it seemed that her Prince Charming had arrived. Her exultation soon turned to dread as she realized her condition. She had been fat for many years and now she became self conscious in his presence. She swooned as he said hello to her and let slide his smirk as her brother introduced her to him as his little sister. And how wonderful it felt when he accepted her offer to make macaroni and cheese for his dinner because he hated everything to do with Thanksgiving. She idolized him to the point of being her master as she without any hesitancy accepted his advice that she should become a chef. To her it seemed life was finally turning around for her until he broke her heart. It occurred after dinner as Ross and Chandler were doing the dishes. She had entered the kitchen to see if she could help. She didn't hear the whole conversation, but the part that felt as if he took a knife and cut out her heart was when he said he didn't want to have to spend the evening with Ross's fat sister. With tears in her eyes she left the kitchen she ran into her parents who offered her the remaining pies. It was at that moment that she made her decision. She decided that she was going to lose weight. She was going to make Chandler pay for his heart-breaking remark. And storming off to her room, she started to scheme of her revenge. It was a tough year which followed, but Monica did prevail in losing the weight. The only thing that kept her going forward was her anger and her need for revenge on one Chandler Bing. She had the punishment all worked out but the problem was how she was going to get him to fall into her trap. She was quite pleased with the reaction she got from him as he first laid eyes upon her as she entered the room. She could tell that he lusted after her and she felt good as a strange sense of power seemed to fill her being. Taking Rachel Green her best friend into the kitchen, she received instruction from her on how to implement her revenge. Rachel quickly left when Chandler entered the kitchen and asked if Monica would again make that righteous macaroni and cheese like she did the previous year. There was no smirk on his face, only pure interest. Pleased that all was going to plan, she thought victory was within her reach when tragedy struck. She was fooling around with a sharp carving knife saying how good the cool metal felt against her skin when she lost control and it flew straight up into the air. Watching it reach the top of its flight and begin its descent, the looks on both their faces turned to fear. She knew she had gone too far as she saw the blade point enter the shoe, and the look of pain which crossed his face as the knife made a soft thud as it hit the floor. Chandler on his part became deeply concerned as he saw the knife rise into the air and descend to the floor gaining speed as it went. His concern became fear as he saw the blade slice into his shoe. And the fear became pain as he felt the blade sliced his toe. He was sure it was severed by the time the thud of the blade had signaled it had reached the floor. It took her months of therapy for her to get over the incident. Her guilt was so great that it was feared she would resort back to fat Monica. All seemed so hopeless until the day Richard entered the scene. He knew there was something very special about her, but he wasn't quite sure what that something was. Then he sent her to a secret testing facility. It was there that he learned the truth. It was there that she was indeed an exceptional child. At first Monica's parents were against Richard and his offer to help send Monica to school. But as the days dragged on, Monica seemed to become more and more drawn in to herself that they feared she was slowly dying. When they could take it no more, they gave in to Richard and allowed him take Monica away… She would have continued thinking had a sparkle caught the corner of her eye.
When she turned in his direction, Monica gave a short gasp. As he came toward her, Monica could start to feel the goose bumps as they erotically coursed through her veins. She wasn't sure if it was her thong bikini she was wearing or if it was the sight of the blue eyed beauty which was approaching her slowly as she sat staring at the leather Speedos which seemed to come closer with each passing second. And then he was there right in front of her…Chandler Bing…the one who broke her heart…Chandler Bing…the one she had forgiven long ago for the remark…Chandler Bing…her Greek god. The Speedos were now directly in front of her face. Was it her imagination or was there something huge hidden inside that leather. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination or not but she caught a whiff of something which seemed to be turning her on. It took all of her will power not to lean forward for a bigger inhale of that wonderful smell. Her mind was working on full time horny. If she was an animal she would have grabbed onto his legs, plant her face in that leather and start to lick away like there was no tomorrow. But then her logic mind stepped in and prevented her body from acting on feeling. And she looked up. Staring at her were the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She wasn't quite sure, but the look coming from those eyes was not of lust, but of something deeper. Could it be love? And then a smile came to his face.
"I brought the vase for you." He said as he handed her the vase. Reaching around toward the table he added, "I hope you don't mind but I brought us some wine to while away the time until lunch."
"No, I think that is a wonderful idea." Monica replied with a smile on her face. "What shall we drink to?"
"How about we drink a toast to you?" Chandler asked as his smile broadened and caught her eyes as they seemed to take on a gleam.
Monica couldn't stop the blush which started in her neck and seem to rapidly spread to her forehead. "Ok."
Chandler then cleared his throat, raised his glass and made his toast. "To Monica…a bright spot which came into my life some time ago when I thought that I was the biggest loser this world had ever known. I know you didn't mean to hurt me that day in the kitchen and if it was because of some stupid remark I had made previous, then I am so-so sorry. I love you Monica. I have for some time and if there is any way in which to make it up to you I will. I didn't realize it before, but no more will I remain blind..." Chandler had to stop as a tear was slowly rolling down his cheek so that he could wipe it away. Monica didn't miss the tear and from the corner of her own eye a tear started to fall. She set her glass down, and reached out and started to stroke the back of Chandler's head…
"I love you too, Chandler. I knew deep down inside I always have. Ever since that first day I set eyes on you in my parent's house I knew I loved you. That was the day you called me fat. I was crushed, but I have since forgiven you. I need you Chandler Bing…do you hear me. I want you, I need you… Make love to me, Chandler… make me feel special." And then she pulled his head toward hers and placed his lips against hers. Slowly the kiss began, but as his hands started to travel slowly, lovingly against her the kiss became more and more animalistic. His hands seemed to know what they were doing as they found each and every one of her hot spots. He knew he must have found a particularly sensitive region as she started to make moaning noises. Slowly and teasingly he played her body like it was a fine tuned harp. And as he played her, his reward was that she kissed him more and more deeply. Feeling that he could stand it no longer, Chandler rose from his chair and helping Monica to stand on trembling legs he led her away to the pool house unaware that this whole little display of affection had not gone unnoticed.
Beyond the field behind the pool is a small orchard and beyond the orchard a road runs parallel to the back of the manor. In the middle of the road sat a black Mercedes. Now, if that didn't seem out of place, then the two figures which leaned against the Mercedes also wouldn't seem to be out of place. Both were dressed in black and were peering at the couple as they entered the pool house.
"Wow! Monica has a brick house body which would make my little dinky dance a dance…" rasped Gunther as he rubbed his hard-on through his jeans. The next thing he noticed as pulled the glasses away from his eyes was the ground quickly rising up to meet his head. This was after the sharp pain he felt to his right cheek.
"You disgusting, pig! How dare you lust after a woman in my presence!" This came from the figure next to him. A woman with flaming red hair and brown eyes. "What are you up to Richard? Well, no matter. I have my surprises too. Gunther, pick up that scrawny ass of yours and open my door." As quick as he could, he was on his feet and opening the door for his mistress. Closing the door, he quickly entered the car on the driver's side while rubbing away the soreness from the back hand he had received from her. "Gunther, it is time…Let's find Ursula." And with that the car sped away as the sun was reaching the noon hour.