Chp9 COISEACHD
AS CG at home,
I dance in my husband's arms on the patio of our home, Escala. We are mellowing to the stars and lite sea scent hanging in the air. Soft Norah Jones plays on the speaker. We slow dance around small circle of our feet. The first night at home, our home for a while.
His play room is long gone, but he whispers such hot kinky things he wants to try with me. I smile into his chest. He's made me a sex addict. For his hot body, sweet gentle soul and kinky sexpertise. I kiss the small bit of open chest on his dress shirt. He sings to me; twirl's me in just his dress shirt. He has on just a dress shirt too. Sexy ass peeking out. It's just long enough to cover my property.
We are alone, here and now. Tomorrow, we see the family at Grey Manor for dinner. I just relax; Thanking Roz and Abby for exiling everyone from us tonight. We jetted in about three hours ago. All my stuff is here. Abby and Kate moved everything. She moved to Elliott's place in Kirkland.
Mia is moved in with Luke. So, Ferguson and Sgt-Major are taking our old apartment. Strange how the world has turned in two short weeks. I smile at the thoughts that we are finally making steps to a bright and happy future.
Abby is leaving next week, returning to Swainswick. We have to follow in another week to settle Frank's estate and work on Frankie's investment as Earl. Christian's director in England Sir John Masterson, has expunged the complicit staff at all the properties. Already half a dozen senior executives and staff have quit or been fired.
They were shocked at getting no golden parachute or other go away perks. They deluged my email and cell phone with pleas. Unlucky for them I left the cell, turned it and my email over to Roz. She is one hell of a business shark. I can see how her and Christian are such a good pair. She's the sane bad cop; Christian is the insane bad-bad cop. I laugh at the thought of those stuck up assholes in London quaking at her roars over the phone and video conference.
Wait till Christian lands on London town. The Firm will be shaken to its core and reflect my vision of where and how we endure. We talked a little about what I want the Firm to be and how it operates. I plan on gifting it to Frankie on his twenty first birthday. If he wants it. I know Charlotte wants to take over the Firm. She has a lethal head for business.
I think Frankie will be happier living as a musician & songwriter than business man. I think he will be a happiest as a college professor of music or photography. Maybe teach English, he has the soul of a poet and eyes of Van Gogh and Rembrandt. Magic fingers of Clapton or Hendricks with stringed instruments. Hell, he plays most instrument. Uncle Robert said he was a throwback to his grandfather. The entire attic in Pembroke House outside of Portsmouth is cramped with musical instrument; from every corner of the world.
I let the music soothe me; Soon we return to our bed to make the night bend to our passions. We were stopped from being naughty on the flight home. As Gail and Jason hijacked the bedroom and wouldn't allow us in. I swear it was funny to watch them beet-red walk out of the Jet's bedroom, Gail was tenderly walking and Jason kept complaining about his knees. Hicks litter their necks.
I laugh loudly. Christian looks down at me. "Gail and Jason's walk of shame on the plane." We roar in laughter, moving to the great room couch to make out. We slowly merge in hot sex. I feel the whole couch move across the room. I see stars and feel myself float away on orgasmic bliss. I will forever remember us here and now. The calm before the coming storm; The calm before Cruella.
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Grey manor Monday night:
We are laughing our asses off at Elliott description of Camping with Carrick and Frankie. I especial like their multiple dunking in the Snake River. Or Frankie winning the Junior Golden Minnow for last place. Dad with puffing chest pride, having taken first in individual and team again; despite the dead weight of Frankie and Carrick. Laughs about the whole weekend echo the great room.
Elliott joking about how the food upset his stomach, causing him to kill all the insect on the north shore of the reservoir. Kate is all motherly lovey-dovey. "Kate? Love has made you lose your smell organ and the blood has rushed to the other point."
"Anna Rose Grey that is so crass. That juvenile husband of yours has corrupted you. Only males have blood pool there. Right Grace?"
"No, I think your light headed from the blood pooling in the same general place as Elliott, because honestly. I bought stock in Glade Air Freshener when he lived here." Grace falls laughing into Carrick and everyone but the golden couple are laughing. They huff and puff, retreating to the boat house. We watch them retreat.
"YOU ONLY HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TILL DINNER!" Grace screams out the door. We are barely able to crawl to the dinning room table. Frankie is goofing with his Charles Chaplin fork and roll dance. Chuckie is making her napkin floats and flirts like a bird. I think that book of illusions and tricks of the silent film age was a big mistake last year.
We just finish the soup when the wayward couple walks in; I can't resist, the words pour out of my mouth.
"Katie your dress is on inside out"
She looks down turning bright red, like we didn't know what the rabbits were doing in the boat house. She looks up from her correct side out dress, I punk'd her good. "Anna banana! You are so getting it girl. Watch your back"
"O'NO? Kate Kavanagh is after me, protect me husband. Protect me Daddy?" I tease her
"Nope you're on your own woman, I know better than to get between BFF's" Christian sells me out. I smack his hand from my thigh. He leans over kiss me, making me forget everything and everyone. His hand reclaims his spot.
"I think you two should take your plates to the boat house to cool off" Ray laughs at our embarrassment. I move to take our plates. "Sit down Anna. You're not going to the boat house. You two can wait till your home to get frisky" Ray barks
We finish the meal, mellow thru scrape books and Frankie's edited wedding video. I laugh into Chris chest at our attempts to make out on the alter. The poor Reverend was constantly putting the coffee table version bible between us. I'm bright red, till Chris makes everything right.
We make our goodbyes and mellow in the ride home. This coming weekend is the Coping Together Ball. Abby and Andrea have found a personal stylist at Nieman's, Carol is right on target for what and how I want to appear. My ball gown is perfect, not a hint or thread of pink taffeta to be found. Tomorrow we go back to work. Tonight, well the witches have not yet risen, so three hours of sleep should suffice.
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Grey House: Tuesday.
I like my new office, new job as Andreas assistant. No more annoying Hyde. I even like my view of the Cascade mountain. Plus, I get to be around Christian. More important to Roz and Andrea that my presences calm my mercurial husband.
I sort some file from the girl who preceded me. I can understand as lunch approach what a screw up the niece of the state senator is. It's going to take me days to straight the mess. She whines about being demoted to the third-floor receptionist.
Her time under Human Resource keen eyes and discipline may make firing her unnecessary. She has a smell about her that is familiar, something makes my spider senses tingle. I mention it to Jason. I finish the sorting and correcting the file system for today. I have different work this afternoon. Making sure Andrea knows, as I skip into Christian's office for Lunch.
I walk into to a Cobb salad, dill pickles and shirtless Christian Grey; Yummy! Naughty thought wet my sex, making me flush with need. I lick my lips. I need my man. I need my man privately.
I lock the door, letting my dress pool at my feet. I strut to my husband. Taking a finger. I dip it in the Bleu cheese dressing. Licking the tip on my finger, I take the excess around my nipple. Yes. Chris carries me to the couch. Let the ravishing begin.
We cuddle the last five minutes of lunch. I will call the cleaning crew to straight the office while Christian and Roz are at a meeting. I stare at the salad dressing spot on the carpet. I don't think that will come out. I need to buy a new carpet. Something Scotch-Guarded, heavily Scotch-Guarded.
Christian zips up my dress, I turn kissing him. I leave, realizing that for the past hour. Neither of us said a word, other than screaming O'GOD, MORE, FASTER, YES. HELL YES! Christian and Anna. We are so in tune, I smile at my thought.
I sit at my desk, and make silly faces at my reflection in the window. This new life is really good. Andrea and Roz singing enter the door. They are smirking so hard I think it will permanently change their faces.
"You're so sat-is-fi-ed! Sky rockets in flight
Doing some hand & dance routine, they worked out.
Hubby boinking you all night, wasn't enough
Office making you hungry for Grey's big bra-in!
Hungry for some more, You screamed more! MORE!
Cheeseburgers in Paradise! Afternoon delight
Afternoon delights on the hubby's desktop!
Christian and Anna sexing in his office S-E-X-I-N-G; first came lust then come kids, then grandmother panties too sin in!"
They laugh sitting in the seats in front of my desk.
"Well?"
"We need to increase Christian's office soundproofing." Andrea blushes
"What did you two do? To make that mess. I swear my three-year old niece eats neater than you two." Roz laughs stretching out the word eat as a sexual innuendo popping one eye brow up.
I blush so hard, I must combust if I don't think of something cold and unpleasant. Nope nothing in my mind but Christian's big toy. I look down at my blotter, nope nothing to shoo these friends away with.
"On a professional note; We are doing a salon/spa thing Saturday morning. Grace has a good Salon/spa near the hospital. So, we are going, more importantly you are coming. Questions? Roz commands
"nope, anything else?"
"Well, it come our attention that you are abusing the coffee machine. So? Barney emailed you detailed picture instruction on how to use the machine. I laminated it and had maintenance rivet it to the front of the machine." Andrea laughs at me.
"Hey, it's a coffee machine, it shouldn't take a MIT degree to make a cup of coffee. Why don't you all convert to Tea. The machine is simpler."
"Heresy! Heresy!" Roz and Andrea both forms their fingers in a cross, like I'm some demon to ward off. "Your evil brutish-bizarre British ways are not allowed here; in this civilized America wilderness of Grey House. We need are coffee, the caffeine and all the flavors make this dreary GREY world livable." Roz shouts taking some liberty statue pose in her seat. I laugh at the closet clowns.
"You have a meeting in thirty second; two floors down. An you, boss have a meeting with HR to review the flagged files with Sgt-Major. NOW LEAVE ME BE! I own half of this monstrosity, I don't want to live on my husband's pathetic musical talent." I demand, barely holding my seat, giggles overtake me.
They leave me in peace. Well horny aloneness; naughty thought of Chris playing his favorite new instrument. The Anna-phone. How that wicked tongue makes me scream notes I never knew existed.
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Gail comes with me to the Salon. We are headed to Northeast Seattle. The world is nice a calm this week, no one harassing us, trying to kill us or even invade our evenings. Next week is cramp full of charity galas, receptions, charity events before we escape to England.
That's a whole fun ball of tar and misery awaiting us.
England is just as hectic with several court and charity events we have to attend before the end of the month.
Thank God, Carol my new stylist has talked with her counterpart at Harrold's. She has made sure my dresses are correct and to my tasted. She scared the shit out them, I don't think anyone will be screwing with my clothes from now on.
The original salon was changed when it was discovered Cruella now owns it. She has changed the name to Enslava. Her new venture, with her new husband is perverted. Enslava is Spanish for enslaved. Leopards don't change their spots. They have tried to see us. So much bullshit about abused wife and forced drugs. I know better. She's an evil shit. An anyone she with is too.
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We pull up to Sei-Bello; The owner Franco de Luca is small thin dark complexion man with a very fake Italian accent from New Jersey. He's gay, with a professional and caring attitude; perfect for us with jealousy husbands and boyfriends.
GEH backed a loan for ten percent to keep Cruella from taking him over. So, we get special treatment. Ryan is heading security, having come up from Los Angeles. I swear Franco is flirting with him. Con amor en el aire. I must be contagious.
We girls chatter and tease with wild abandonment. I revel in this new world. No one is making harmful or vicious attacks on the others. Gwen, Ros's wife is keeping the day flowing and happy. Even threating to dye her hair rainbow if Roz answers one more text message or phone call. For the first time I feel part of a group. One of the valued members. I love this new world I've landed in.
Our hair is perfect, our make-up is light and tasteful. I must keep Chris from messing it up before the party. I have a perfect gown and accessories. This will be the first gala I can enjoy. Christian will support me, love me, and kick anyone ass being mean to me.
With Gail and Jason attending as guest with Sgt-Major Sharp heading security. Luke is assigned to Mia, saving several CPO from chasing her. She didn't like CPO before Luke won her heart. She made life hell guarding her.
I had Carol make sure a nice dress for Gail is hanging in her closet. They will be seated at Roz and Gwen table with Elliott and Kate. Grace exiled them for dirtying her kitchen while we were gone. Something about food sex, requiring a four-person clean crew. Every time either whines, Grace just says "The ceiling, the curtains, the underside of the drawers." Our table is full with family, with Christian grandparent making a visit and Grace brother and wife making an appearance. Ray arranged to take Frankie and Chuckie to a Cosplay convention at the Flying Heritage & Combat Armor Museum at Everett.
Jason will still be working, kind of. I will make sure Jason pays attend to Gail. I look at the sexy undergarments. I will be hot tonight. Sexy, free and happy. "I will be happy, sexy and loved. I am worthy" I say into the mirror
I feel the earth shift, as arm encase me. I feel his love, support. "you are loved, sexy and will be happy. You are everything to me."
I mellow into his arms as light kisses rain on my neck. Me rock for a bit.
"would you like to play at the party?"
"Play?"
He takes silver eggs from his pocket, hanging them in front of my eyes. "you're not putting them in my ass!"
Laughing he nipples my earlobe. "They go in the other hole. They will make things very intense during the boring evening."
"Ok, but if it gets to intense, I'm taking them out."
"you'll be begging me for relieve before dancing commences. I have some call to deal with before we leave." He whispers
"but first suck them, warm them up"
He watches in the mirror my sexy slurping the balls. Taking them from mouth, he slides down my body to his knees. Turning me, he licks and fingers my sex. He looks up, with that little boy mischievous smile.
"bounce"
I bounce. "Whoa, Wow. That is different, good very good. You better take some vitamins, I plan on having a record setting night." He rises kissing my lips. "later's baby" he scampers out the room.
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Coping together ball
The car is tense with the reality of what we are about to do. The stretch limo is crowded with four couple all worrying about somethings. Mia is worried about people hurting and insulting Luke. Luke is worried about a cowboy/soldier place in high society and not embarrassing Mia.
Elliott is worried about how the family will work with Kate, Luke and me in the mix. The carefree clown hides a deeply caring and sensitive guy. Family is his world, a world he guards and protects at any and all cost. Kate is worried about the same thing. She in the short time we've know each other considers me a sister, more important than her brother or parents. I know they are distant and shallow.
Kate hides behind the extrovert party girl. She is deep and very smart, her renewed self esteem with me is a major change in her life. I'm the first person to take her on, challenge her without agenda or bias. She's grown to the person she wants and needs to be. The shallow, airhead, petty, mean slut is gone. The smart, caring, free spirit with deep love and commitment to her boyfriend and family.
I smile at my BFF, she is a tiger in defense of Frankie, Chuckie and me. While riding the maelstrom of Grey family control freaks; Grace, Cary and Hubby need a serious time out or Valium. She is everything to me. The friend who forces me to stop and smell the flower, pick them and braid them in my hair. Dance and sing in a stoic world of disapproval, uncaring about societies norms. I smile at them sneaking kisses and touch to calm the others tense worries.
Luke is whispering naughty thought into Mia's ear as she blushes a deeper red than her pink dress. I snuggle into my man's arms. We pull up to the red-carpet que of cars headed up the driveway.
I watch Gail, smiling at me, us. She is attending her first Gala as a guest. She's done dozens as staff. But I want her here to back up Kate and me. With her here and at our side, we can face anything. Unfortunately, before we left the Escala. The proverbial shoe fell right on my head, well a size fifty combat boot.
My ex-Step mother, her fiancé have weaseled an invite with State Senator Lindy Graham and his wife. A snake tongue politician; a racist and pervert in Right-Wing conservative from the reactionary South-Eastern Washington state. I suspect Linc and Lindy, are Cruella's new Jasper and Horace. We are wary of the four. Mrs. Graham is a non-person door mat, mindlessly carrying out her husbands' orders.
Jason and Gail are worrying about that and attending the gala as guest. Jason will always be on duty. But I plan on making sure their experience is the best I can do. They are sitting with Elliott and Kate at Roz's table. Jason insisted, to give him clear coverage of us and the Greys family table.
I'm worried about my friends and family having a good time, about my first gala as Mrs. Grey. I smile nipping his earlobe. Feeling the vibration of the limo on the ben-wa balls churning my passion. Cruella and her minions can go to hell. Tonight; I will be the person I always want to be; carefree, happy and loved. Chris will support me, protect me. My friends will have my back, and I will have theirs.
"Everyone. We will have a great night, even if we have to drag Cruella into Lake Washington with a bar of soap. We are family and we will be victorious. If nothing else it's going to be unlike any gala i've been to. I have you backing me up; supporting me. My BFF, girl we will make Union Locks seem like a wake."
"Anna, you will not-" Christian starts to sputter
"Hell, yes BFF. We girls rule, you dogs better make our night fantastic or your all sleeping in the dog house." Kate overrides everyone.
"What happen at Union locks?" Mia asks.
"Kate? We don't have a Dog House?" Elliott
"Cough! You three young ladies will act with decorum and gentle manners. If I see flashing, streaking or anything bring discredit on Grace and Cary. I will ensure your cleaning every single bathroom toilet in Grey House, Grey Construction, Escala, Kirkland and Grey Manor for a month. I AM I CLEAR!" Gail shots us down.
"You guys flashed or streaked?" Mia asks
"They Flashed their boyfriends on the Mia" Luke rat's us out.
"Really? You rule girl" Mia laughs
"Anastasia siren almost lured Christian overboard. What did you call them Kate? Oh yea. Anna's Power Girl Tities" Elliott laughs.
"If you hadn't stop me, we would have had weeks more together. Seems you were lured with church girl Kate's power girl tities. Dead fish?" Christian banters back. I hug him, dragging his mouth to mine to stop this banter. Turning me fire engine red. I see out the corner Kate copying me. We must shut up these brotherly one-up-man-ship.
"You two chill out. I'm not spending one minute in the dog house because you two can't behave!" Jason cools the guys. We all nod and mutter yes between lip locks.
"Now. The order?" Jason asks
"you and Gail, Luke & Mia, Kate and Elliott and then us. Christian the forms?"
"Limited public press outside the rope. A single profession Photographer inside the rope for memorial photos. They will wander the party getting general shots for the Coping Together publication and fundraisers. They have been warned off about photos of us." Christian tells me. I think.
"Ok. We give them 5-second stop outside; I want group inside before we meander the meet and greet. That include you both Gail and Jason. You're our friends, I don't care you work for us. You'll always be our friends."
"Yea Gail, you're the mother we deserve." Kate jumps in with both feet. Voicing my feeling when I can't. Gail daps her eyes. The emotions are intense in the back of the limo.
"I think couple, girls, guys and one group" Mia defuse the moment. Good! I breath out.
"Yes, that is perfect. We should be next. M'lady." Christian smiles as the limo stops and we see Ryan at the door.
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The gala is a masked ball in the Carnival of Venice style. Jugglers, fire breathers, performers command the large open area under the white tents. Grace has transported the Baroque theatre of Italy to Seattle's Lake Washington shore. I marvel at the overload of sights and sounds. I cuddle into my husband's arms; relishing the joy and happiness of my first gala under hi love.
"Christian, Anna. You look lovely this evening. How are you two doing." Grace walks up holding her maschera di gatto sul bastone.
Christian hugs his mother, deeply holding her. I can hear her whimper in happiness. "Mom you saw us this afternoon." Christian nerves are showing from the emotions of hugging his mother. The deep love is plastered all over his face.
"Hush. You're my boy, my special high maintenance boy. So, humor me. Anna how do you put up with his? Aloofness'?" Grace tease him. I smirk, its time to be free and let my inner clown out.
"Grace its simple, I grab IT and make him behave his age." I say with a straight face behind my silver lace blue jeweled Columbina mask. I watch them gasp at my naughtiness.
"Anna!" Grace grasp.
Christian leans over, in a not so quiet whisper "I don't know to worship you or spank you"
"Christian!" Grace grasp, looking shocked and a little afraid of what I will say next. But is see the glint of mischievous rising up. She maybe not as stiff as she makes out.
"I'm tempted to spank you both. You're out here five minutes and already misbehaving. Now go a let your poor mother relax before the party gets going. Grace you look lovely this night, the venue is fantastic. Come along tell me about the theme." Gail take Grace away as Jason leans over to us.
"Behave or you two are going swimming in the lake." He growls with a wink. I let Christian move me away to meet more guest. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I don't think I will ever be like I was before at these things. Sorry."
"No, you're not, and neither am I. Let's just let the parents be for a bit. I see Dad is chasing mom. Elliott has that I'm naughty and I liked it look." I look over to them, Yepa! Kate has that canary eaten look. "Yepa they were naughty. Where is Luke and Mia, we could have a trifecta?" I smirk as an old man with a teenage trophy wife walks up. The infamous, famous VP of Amazonia Shipping. I make sure to not touch his grease pervert being.
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The dinner is fantastic as the Grand's keep us in stitches with detail bios of the family and guests. I ignore the rearmost table where the State Senator and Cruella are seated. The worst table in the house. Grace made sure.
Ryan make sure their two attempts to talk to us is not to be. Jason is prepared to taser the persistent duo. I laugh at Mia and Luke argument about the first dance auction. When she leaves to join the other single ladies with Kate. I gesture him over.
"Luke, here your covered" I hand him my black American Express card. He balks; I give him the you will and like it look.
"Ok, but I'll pay you back. I promise."
"Will work it out. Ok. Now go get your girl." He scuttles over to Elliott leering at the stage.
Elliott spend twenty-eight grand for Kate first dance. He hoops with pride and love for her.
"Gentleman, next up is the Lovely Mia. Star of big and small screens, international yoga instructor, and accomplice saxophone maestro. The first bid for the lovely Mia?"
Before Luke can bid, "Thirty-grand!" From the back of the room.
I look over, I can't see who is bidding. I feel Christian leave me; walking over to Luke.
"Gentleman the bid is thirty-grand. Do I hear thirty-one?"
Christian leans into Luke; saying something. Luke looks pissed off and pissed on. "One-hundred Grand"
"The lovely Mia; one-hundred thousand dollars. Any other bidders?"
No one bids. Mia jumps from the stage as Christian sits next to me. I look at him?
"Linc bid on my sister, I'm kicking his ass." I lean over and short circuit the thermonuclear denotation about to occur. I see Cary and Jason moving towards the back. I start to rise as Gail behind me force me back into the seat.
"Calm down both of you. Cary and Jason are handling this." Grace says smiling like nothing is about to happen. We smile about falsely. Till the men return. I notice Jason has a handkerchief wrapped around his hand; a red spot seeping thru.
"The senator and his guests are going home. Seems Cruella couldn't keep a civil tongue. So! Mia decked her and kicked Graham in the balls. Linc took a swing at her. Jason cut his hand on a piece of glass dragging him to Ryan." Carrick smiles at us; flexing his bruising fist. Unsaid is his punching Linc. A father daughter is a father's daughter; when their loved and cherished. I relax. Tomorrow Cruella will try again, tonight is magical. And she or anyone else is not ruining it. My social butterfly is fluttering high, my prince is licking my neck.
The music plays on the speakers, the lights fade to pinpricks in the distance horizon. I whirl about the floor in my husbands' strong arms. Graceful and loved, very loved. I watch the face of my man, peace and contentment radiates from him. I feel the soreness from his fu #king, in his childhood bedroom. The balls really fired my needs and kink. I lick his chin, letting the taste remind me of things still to come tonight. I plan on chasing the dawn in orgasmic marathon. I let the world fade to us.
"BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!" "BOOM!"
Startled, Christian tilts my head up to the sky as colors rain down over us. "Are those real or in my mind?"
Laughing, "Does it matter little one?" Christian asks raining kisses on me.
"Nope, both are good." I giggle. He turns me to see the fireworks. My back to his front his hands hold me; as we sway to the music.
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Sailing the sound
Tomorrow we fly to London. Today the Grace II is reaching for Vancouver Island. We are alone just the two of us. I marvel at our fun, how I always wanted to sail. I let the wheel fall off a bit to make the turn around a buoy. I look about for other boats. None are nearby or will interfere with our course.
Anchored in the lean of Pillar Point, within the Pillar Point Recreation Area. We eat the dinner Gail prepared for us. A full day sailing. We will put into Port Angeles yacht club and fly back home. Mac will take the boat home tomorrow. We still have tomorrow to finish packing, last minute briefings and hop a eleven o'clock flight to London.
I smile at my man. I reach over and steal a cherry tomato from his salad. Popping it in my mouth, sucking and playing with it. Christian moves like a cat. I'm over his shoulder, ass smacked and carried below to our bedroom. He tosses me on the bed and ripping my bikini bottoms off. Her ravages me like a starving man. I scream his name. Shaking the very hull of the boat.
As we cuddle afterwards, I relax, remembering the gala night spent in his room, those ben-wa balls sure did things I liked. The spanking was heavenly with Christian strong Dom hands crafting my pleasure. The night was magical we danced, cuddled and loved. By the ride home, we were spent; deliciously so. Christian carried me to bed, I as too tired to walk. I still greeted the dawn with a Grey Popsicle, Hmmm yummy.
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Prep to London
Today we get the last briefing before we leave. Mrs. Thornhill, our British liaison is traveling with us. Andrea, Barney Jason, Gail will travel as well. She seems strangely familiar, like I've seen her before. I just can't place her.
Roz is itching to take over the Firms South American assets and expand GEH into new markets. Already the Argentina, Brazil and Chilean government have sent Representatives to Seattle. I marvel at how much more the Firm is making money already under my husband's magic touch. Roz and Sir John are making the Firm not only profitable, but more responsible and greener.
I nibble on a pencil eraser, how do I deal with the fixed asset, the houses. We have twenty-nine estates, thirty-two apartment/condos row blocks, twenty-five high rise apartment/condo and three country farms spread over Britannic and the common wealth. I never knew how much real estate's we really had. I doubt anyone knew. So many units and places were just lost in the clutter of the Firms Byzantine organization.
Most's are empty, losing money. I don't understand why or how this is so. I will have to have Jason work out the security and issue with each. I plan to keep the five main houses, plus the Kent farm and the Lake Country estate. The rest we could sell or make profitable renting them out. I need a nap before we board the plane tonight. I know Christian will want to renew my club membership.
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Frankie-pov
Frankie and chuckie hs days
Since the first day in Seattle Elite Preparatory High School we have been under a microscope. Chuckie is wearing cloths more suited to Mia then her normal stuff; at least here we have no uniforms. I feel My girl lean into me as we head to lunch. So far, we have made no real friends, plenty of enemies.
Passing the covered outside quad, a rock quartet starts to play. They suck. I don't know what they are thinking. I laugh at them. Suddenly the lead singer/guitarist is in my face. "You suck! I can play better that you losers."
"Prove it limey." The drummer demands.
"Frankie?" Chuckie asks. I turn to her. She nods toward the band. The unsaid words speak in her eyes. Kick their ass.
"Sure, the badly tuned six string. Please?" I hold out my hand. He hands it over I quickly tune the damm thing. Its warped neck, badly laid out strings and tensioned by brute force. I feel the vibrations, the notes twinkle in my ears. I strum the lead into Rock The Casbah. The drummer and base player quickly sync in. I look at Chuckies. She steps up to the microphone.
Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shaken to the top
The Sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisin' down the ville Rock the Casbah: The Clash
We finish a twenty-minute set. I look about us. The whole school seem to be here. The former guitarist is sitting stunned on the ground. I look about us. What happened. Chuckie walks up and kisses the words, thoughts out of my mind. What was the last song I just played?
Someone hands me a juice and power bar. As Chuckie leads me to class. I mellow as everyone is congratulating me. What for? I was just playing guitar."
Chuckie-pov
Frankie blooms with a instrument in his hands. I watch him speed thru the tuning. This is going to be good. He starts the old Clash standard. He nods to the mic. I step up and belt out the words. I sing to him and only him. We cruise thru several oldies, a recent hit till we get to Hendrick's Voodoo Child. Here is were Frankie soars in making the song his. I've bootlegged a copy to EMI once, asking which is Hendrick and which is Frankie; they claimed both are Hendrick. I laughed showing them the video of Frankie in the zone. It's what got his band signed.
If his petty father hadn't killed his dream of touring with his band; he'd be famous. Well more famous, but I don't need the groupies and sluts chasing my man. I watch him end the song. His eyes are glazed over, he's in music nirvana. I let the school know he's my man, now, tomorrow and forever.
From now on we are royalty here in Seattle. Before we leave class, half dozen business cards are passed to us. The Seattle music scene is on to us.
His former band, the Hooligans in the Parks, call him about his 0-tube video. He likes his guys, but they have change too much to reform. I think the credits fight still hurts his feelings. They erased him from the credits for their only two hits. Sammy James the drummer still flinches every time my name is said; my fist broke his nose, check bone and three-teeth.
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Second week of AS/CG in London:
Today, we arrive home to Grey Manor. Elliott has transformed the apartment over the garage into a music recording studio. After last week's disastrous at the Sound Lab studio. They claimed to have lost the four master tapes, before we left the building. Lucky Fred was on hand and we recovered the discs. Then They claimed we signed away our rights to the songs. Ferguson and Luke held them till Carrick and three associates arrived to jack them back so far, they needed diapers.
I asked Elliott and Roz about setting up something private for Frankie. Elliott demanded we use the garage apartment. I look at the nice spacious recording area, small control booth. The décor is warm and comforting. I feel Grace with me. This is how life is suppose to be.
Frankie tunes his twelve string and starts to jam with his new band. The drummer and base player from school are now his crew. I added a studio guitarist who can play a wide spectrum of instruments and handle the board. He was working as a Security guard at Grey House. Tommy is thirty, married with twin three-year old. His wife is head of the intern program at Grey House.
We head out to get pizza at the Flying Saucer Pizza in Redmond. Tim the drummer's uncle owns the joint. He brought pies two days ago we all loved them. We cruise up 405 to NE 85th to Redmond Way. Turning on to 148th NE Ave to get to NE 91th street. Laughing we are excited to get out without the adults bugging us.
We are thrown about as Luke swerves and spins the SUV around. We back up fast. I try to look about as "CRASH! BOOM!"
The back window is exploded, as we rocket forward. I see Frankie unbuckled leaning over the back seat away from me, I frantically grab for him. "BANG! BANG!"
My head hurts from the close gunfire that flares; springing from his hand; where did he get the gun? I feel arms holding me as we slam into a parking lot. It's a Redmond Police station says the sign on the building. What happened.
Luke-pov
Mia is having a late cooking class at the adult school in Totem Lake up the road. We'll swing by and get her after dinner. I plan on a take-out pie with my sweetie pie. Sexy Mia, I harden at the naughty thoughts. This weekend we are escaping to the Breitenbush Retreat Center in Oregon.The hot springs in the Willamette National Forest. Humm, hiking, watching a certain lady doing yoga, clothing optional hot spring pools. HMMMM!
I watch the light change as I turn on to 148th; I see a glint in my rear-view mirror. I swerve as a car just misses us. I see a long gun in the passenger's hands. I think an AK.
Training and instinct take over, I spin around. I see them trying to match me. I slam the SUV in reverse. I must gain distance before they can react and chase. I have nothing in the car that can match a long gun's range and firepower.
I watch the distance shorten as we ram the rear of the SUV big bumper into the driver's side of the big Chevy four door. "CRASH! BOOM!"
I slam the accelerator down and jam the shiftier to drive. We spin out, pulling away from the dead stop the crash caused. Must put distance between us. I need to turn back on Redmond Way to get back to a Police station and safety.
"BANG! BANG!"
I look in the mirror, Frankie smoking gun in hand is smiling at me; as Chuckie hauls him into his seat. He has a big smile on his face. I see the smoking ruin of the Chevy; Before I swerve back on Redmond Way. I see the driver is a blood splat. Frankie hit the driver in the head, from a bucking shaking SUV pulling away. He has a serious gun skill. I must get us safe.
"SHARP, TIM SULLIVAN! TWO WOMEN IN A CHEVY JUST TRIED TO KILL US. THEIR IN A WRECK ON 148TH. WERE SAFE HEADED TOO?" He looks at me. "REDMOND PD STATION!" I scream as the drummer has the brains to work his cell phone. He said two women tried us. I don't care. Its them or us.
We brake hard; pushing thru the last intersection before slamming into the police only parking area. I get out of the SUV as Cops swarm us. I collapse as the weight is off me. We have survived with barely scratches. I just have to wait for the cavalry to arrive.
Carrick-pov
I watch the dead removed from the stolen car. The Two women have no id. The drive is a headless stump. Frankie's two round torn the melon to shreds. The other one in the passenger seat, trapped in the wrecked car ate the AK-74. So? Two headless corpses, hopefully finger prints will yield identification, DNA may take tow long. I look about at crime scene.
This was screwy from the start, amateur hour. They never had a chance against Luke or Frankie. Grace is worried he is showing no remorse for killing someone. I think she is hoping for guilt that will never rise. Frankie feels he defend his girl, his friends, his family from evil.
I know the heady feel of justice against evil. I remember the soldier in Korea, begging for help his very life. His slowly fading life as we comrades let him die on the side of a nameless riverside road in the eastern coastal range. Did he really think raping a ten-year-old Korea girl, beating her to a coma would engender empathy?
The Sergeant who threw him off the truck, to tumble down five-hundred-foot eighty-degree slope of boulders and crags. Just stood smiling at the slow death of the pervert. His hand clutching the photo of his five-year-old daughter. The girl never recovered, I remember standing at her grave on a lonely farm in the eastern Mountains, unable to form the words to comfort the parents or community surrounding me. I waited for revenge against me the lone American here.
Instead they accepted and comforted me, knowing the evil was dead. I lifted not one finger to save the evil shit. The Korea Major hugged me at our pain, disgrace to our uniforms, flags. We will make right this wrong. We will step forth to help the exploited, abuse, harmed children. I will dedicate my life to putting evil like this in hell or jail. Justice is a dish best served cold, so the prophets pronounce; I say passion in retribution, calm stoic resolve in justice and above all else. Family chosen is more important than family born. Frankie is my son and I couldn't be prouder he killed this evil bit #h.
My resolve that day has let me to a beautiful caring goddesses, three children and now an extended family. I am blessed and give as much as I can to right the wrongs of society. I look at my law partner, he has the cops in hand. I need to head over to the Hospital where the kids are hold up.
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Hyde's-pov
The girls have fu ##$Ked up, it's only a matter of minutes before the Cops arrive here. I must escape, hide. Plot my revenge against Christian. He stolen everything from me. My life, education, a rich family. I should be in the penthouse, the CEO. Not a hunted, poor man. I need money, power, a hideaway. I check my PDA. Yes, Lincoln has a hunting cabin deep in the Cascades.
I can use the isolation to plan my next, new move. I move to retreat, temporarily. Eliana is easily manipulated, the Dom playing at puppet master. Her appetites and socially needy personality are her downfall. I just want what Lil'bird stole from me. I take the moment to finish splashing the gasoline around Elizabeth house. Soon I will be in the penthouse and have Anastasia at my feet begging. Like she should already be.
Stupid women have screwed up my life again. I had to kill my house slave and her husband; they would have sold me out as soon as I left. Another day, another day Christian. Enjoy them, few more will you breath.
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England: Gatwick airport: Tuesday morning.
I step from the plane unto my home soil. I smile as a hand caress my ass. I lean back into my husband as the custom and airport official arrive. We are here in the Private Airplane terminal. We are here to start the conquest of the Firm. A stately man stands with a rare 1958 Star Sapphire saloon limousine. He is flanked by two Land Rover L322 armored limo and two Land Rover Range Rover. A serious security crew stands at the ready.
An everyone of the man-jacks is smirking at my public display of affection for my husband. If anyone here had a doubt as to my marriage. I just settled it. We head to the cars.
"My lady. Sir John Masterson. Your European COO, may I offer my car for transportation to Lamp-peer House. Lassie good to see you." He motions with his hand. What did he call Mrs. Thornhill; Her first name is Alexandria.
"What did you call Mrs. Thornhill?" I demand. That stops everyone. I feel Christian rising to protect me.
"It's Alright Anna. It's a family nickname for me. Because as a child I was always getting into trouble. My dog at the time was a Mastiff. But the reruns of the TV show were very popular. So, my two brothers started to call me lassie. It unfortunately stuck, so I took it on and owned it. Long John here was being his closeted smart-ass." Alexandria says. I accept here explanation.
"Sir Long John we will accept your offer. Why Lamp-peer?"
"Your cousins the Morris and former staff trashed it. They left a dozen stray dogs loose in the closed house. We are prosecuting them."
"I forgot about my three cousins. Chris, the Morris clan is my fourth cousin from my great uncle Sedgwick. He served in the foreign service; in Devon for WWII. They are druggies, wasted nothing living off the Firms largess. Sir John see that they get only what is specified in the articles and will. Otherwise not a penny more. Let's be off." I fume at them ruining my house. If those dogs chewed my books, they are dead.
I keep nothing at the London house. Everything I hold dear is with Abby outside Bath. I let Christian arms mellow my temper. I feel his thermonuclear launch fizzle. The guys talk business as I watch London streets pass by the window. Early morning, before the rush is the best time to see the city. Here are the real people waking and making a start of the day. Happy smile challenges me in the windows reflection.
Lamp-peer house is one on the hidden houses on the list, just blocks from Hyde Park. The Rutland Garden house is between the Westminster Synagogue and the Turkish Embassy. It's just steps from the Hyde Park Barracks. Where Uncle Robert had offices at Horse Guard between wars. I wonder if he used this house.
Walking into the Six story classic London Townhouse. I can feel his taste. It is modern, light and airy despite the British weather and taste. A matronly woman stands at the staircase. "Mr. And Mrs. Grey. I am Lucia your housekeeper. My husband Randal will be by shortly after he has you bags sorted to your rooms. It is good to have People back in the house. It has been way too long. Please this way." She leads us to a modern four-person elevator. We ride to the top floor.
"The top floor is the master bedroom suite. It encompasses this floor and the Attic. You have a self-contained suite with a kitchenette. The furniture I'm afraid is unchanged since you Uncle installed it. I arranged new linen and several new slipcovers. Please."
She motions us thru the door. I stop as Christian runs into my back. A photo blown up to a poster shows a young couple in love picnicking near Peter Pan statue across the way inside Hyde park. Uncle Robert always took me there. His young face alight with love. The bright smile of the girl is haunting and pisses me off. I need answers to the deadly thoughts in my mind.
I turn slowly, a return downstairs. Everyone follows me down the stairs at break neck speed. Slowing, I walk into the lounge. Where Sir John and Alexandria Thornhill sit. "My uncle bedroom has a poster size picture of him and you picnicking in Hyde Park."
Everyone is stunned. I wait them out as Christian arms encase me. Both to comfort and prevent me attacking. She stands and removes a golden chain from her neck. On it is an old engagement ring; she hands it to me. It has my family crest and her family crest. I turn the inside to my eyes. March 1 1982 forever my love RSL.
My uncle was engaged and never told me, why. Why did he never say? And why did she break his heart and the engagement. I look angry into sad, pained eyes. "your uncle loved me deeply, but my family required I marry and produce an heir. Rob's wound in the Falkland, just months later prevented him from ever producing an Heir. My parents broke the engagement and I marry Sir. Thomas Thornhill, we moved to New York. My son died along side the man who should have been his father. Thomas died a week later of pancreatic cancer."
"Why hide it from me? Did he know about my uncle?"
"I hide it because you did not need my betrayal of Robert to add to your woes and distrust"
"You didn't betray him. I understand family interference."
"This house was to be our house. He bought it to be our house. We met in primary school, we were to wed in June of 82."
"He never said anything about you or any woman."
"The wound prevented his producing an heir or even being with a woman. He loved you. More then you will ever know. I married and left the country; I didn't step in England till my son Robert graduated Hereford. It was the first time I saw Robert since I broke the engagement. All he could talk about was you and your brother. I thought at first you were his. I learned you were from his worthless brother."
"Did Thomas know?"
"Yes, they were best friend at Sandhurst. Thomas when Special Boat Service (SBS) he drove the second Rigid Raider Crafts (RRCs) in the attack on Port Stanley. He called me from the hospital ship SS Uganda about Robert."
"Did Robert hate him?"
"No. they remained friends but estrange for the rest of their lives. Even at Roberts graduation Robbie and Thomas were stiff and tense."
"We will talk more." I start to return to my room to shower and change. "How is Sir John your brother-in-law?"
"My older sister Alice married the stiff lug head. She is dying to meet you. She was a student of your Grandmother at university."
"Were you as well?"
"Yes. I was. You have to understand it was always the three of us. Thomas, Robbie and me. We were always friends. I broke them apart. I'm sorry for that"
"Ok, come husband I require your assistance. Don't wait for us. Enjoy some food and drinks. Head home whatever. We will be down for dinner at six." I turn dragging Christian up the stairs to our bed. I make my man worship me. To wash away the feelings and memories of words and things unsaid by my uncle.
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COISEACHD==walk (way of walking) [Scottish]
This is the last chapter I had saved up from writing in December. Sorry but they will be slower from now on. hope ypu likeit and stay tuned to the get the next chapters. deaconlost