Chp43 karma bomb

Tara pov.

I miss my cat, my boyfriend Doug. I am stuck here in ST. Louis Missouri, at the bus terminal. The bitch that escaped New York is head supposedly for Nevada. JJ has disappeared. A pentagon general is running the show. I and three other investigators are here in the heart land, watching the dredges of society wander the country. The orders have changed. Samantha Kelley Simpson is the target. We have the local Leo's updated with the felony warrant.

The brain trust says she should go thru here. Two other teams are covering the less likely routes. I can't believe it's been seven days since the party in the Hamptons'. Its Saturday late. I'm tired and irritable.

"Man I could believe that cougar blowing you for a happy meal, dude. In the bus toilet no less. What a piece of" I grab the dude. Shoving a photo of the target "This her?" "yea, what up?" "Shut up stoner, what bus?" he hems and haws till I smack is head. The one that just left, that one" he points out the window. I chase outside, the porter "What bus was that, the one that just when around the corner?" The Reno special, what wrong, can I get an agent." "No, police matter!"

I run to the car, call the others and local law enforcement. I chase the bus just outside of the city the local sheriff stops the bus. I lead the cops on-board.

"everyone stays seated!" I walk back, there she is. "Samantha Simpson?" she ignores me. "Carla Adams?" she looks at me with pure evil hate. "it's Carla Morton" "get up you're under arrest." She gets up steps forward and grabs a child pulling a gun. I dive sideways clearing the cop behind me. "Carla give up"

"No, you pig's get off my bus. Leave me alone or the kid gets it." She is unstable. Ranting and raving. I decide to back off. When an older guy in torn cloths and week old beard. Grabs her from behind. She drops the kid turns into the guy, pulling another gun. As the cop leaps forward driving his gun into her skull. She goes down. He handcuffs her and drags her off the bus.

The hero is a gulf war vet down on his luck, the cops promise to help him. I transport the prisoner to a plane and DC. An escort is waiting. The general is frowning. "It would have been cheaper to kill the rabid bitch" "What now?" "she goes with the others to ST. Elizabeth hospital." "Other?" "Her mother, and . Do you want to question it?" "No sir. I just want to go home." "Good answer, forget this every happened." I take his advice. I dream of a hot bath, with bubbles and wine, a Doug's soothing body pressed to mine.

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"Sir the packages are stored and secured" "good, john, meet me at Senate room 122. We have the important work of securing the funds to fight these wars." Yes, sir. Notification?" "I already sent a text." Let end this Monday morning by forgetting this shit every happened." "Yes, sir. See you there. Mocha latté three shots?" "yes. Bye"

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Ray pov.

We land in Hawaii, staying in the Kavanagh house is a little weird. But Kate and Ethan insisted. I get a call on the house phone. My cell is out. I check. Kaylee calls Barney; he forgot to unblock me. I scroll thru my message this late Thursday morning. A text from a black force number?

The bitch w/i (with and including) other problems on ice lize (St. Elizabeth mental hospital Washington D.C.) FEM (forever more) Doug and iron mike. Hy(happy) wed.

I stare at the phone. I go get a bottle of scotch and drink a health slug. Kaylee watches as I hand her the bottle. Take a drink. She sips, "No, a drink!" she gulps. Coughs. I take the bottle a smash it into a wall.

"the bitch is over. Carla and her mother and the assholes who fucked Luke and Mikey are gone. Forever." She hugs me. the fear is over my daughter and sons are safe. We hug for a long time. The housekeeper is cleaning the smashed bottle. I tell her to put it in the fire pit. I take a long match a fire the puddle. Kaylee screams and get the hose. I stop her. fire consumes the scotch. Then only then do we extinguish the fire.

"we will never think or worry or get any more energy to those people. They are dead and gone! Like the scotch. Finished."

She kisses me. we call Welch. He will confirm and pass along the good news.

We lay in the sand watch the light fade. Holding tight to the knowledge we are a family by choice. love and commitment.

Xxxxx

First day of June.

I arrived in Seattle. I have a place in the city. At a tower called Escala. I use some of dad's blood money to buy it. The rest goes to charity. I have enough cash to live comfortable till I die. The tenth floor condo is large and view spectacular. The IKEA furniture and stuff is all assembled and in the unit. I spent the rest of the week getting localized and together.

Original I had planned on a single afternoon class, but the department head needs an intro to physic teacher in the morning. So now I have an 8 to 12 and 1 to 4 class schedule. I add two nights a week office hours 5 to 8.

I start my class. The kids are normal, some good, some bad, many privileged, spoiled. I set a good schedule. I run every other morning. Breakfast at the teachers' lounge and lunch and dinner in the student cafeteria. The staff diner is full of leaches and divorced teachers hunting for lost glory, and cheap sex. Being an outsider, I'm fair game. Till I break a finger or two. Then the LGBT start in on me. I mean, you can be celibate and sane. At least very choose and sane.

I am running Monday morning; on the way I zone out; a wrong turn. Shit I'm lost. I head down one street trying to find one of the two streets Escala sits on. I am tired and stressed. I look up. Her come the Steele girls. They live in my building. I stop them. They are wary, on edge. Two guys following them stop as well.

"Hi, I'm Elisa Millar, I just moved into Escala, you both live there?" they nod. "Thank God, I'm lost. How do I get back?" "It not far. Run with us." I nod and we run back. I had not planned on this meeting, but I'll take it.

At the lobby, the security passes me thru. I explain I'm a visiting professor of geology at Seattle Univ. for the summer. They gush at the information. I stay neutral. I ask if they have a run schedule, they do. They invite me to run on my days. I accept." Getting off on my floor, I like my luck. I love my job and career. Now can I forge a relationship with the kids and their families.

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Anna pov:

I drop Mary off at her floor. Arriving at the penthouse. Christian is in pajama bottoms, wet from the shower. I kiss him, a walk into Security. "Jason, I want a full report on the professor Millar on the tenth floor." "is she a threat?" he is peaked as is Sawyer and Warren who ran with us. "no, not yet. It just she's hiding something. I feel its dreadful. I just can't put my mind on it." "Are you sure baby?" "Yes, just a background and verify for now. I have to get to class, I can't be late again."

I run into class as the door closes, the TA is smirking as the professor is not amused. I have to stop letting Christian Grey rub me the right way. I have to work at this class, modern interpretation of western civilization. The teacher is boring and the subject matter Rota and regimented. My mind rebels' at the only one answers is right bullshit.

At lunch, Kate and I meet she has media her strong suit. Mary has remedial health; how do you blow intro to health. She blushes bright red every time. It seems Steve took the same course and the same time in the same class. With them in the back. playing footsie and other teenager mating games. We lunch together. Usually we see Elisa from the tenth floor. She runs with us three time a week. She says hi, but has not injected herself into our group. The background came back good, but I still feel uneasy.

The family dinner this Sunday is mandatory. I wonder what has Grace in a tail spin, my mother is gone. The New York problems are gone. Christian is due back tomorrow from Taiwan, three whole days without him. Just phone and video chat sex. My hand hurts. I want my toy, my boy toy. I need some relieve. Kate and Mary laugh at my moaning. They are not sympathetic after the last weekend, when Chris jetted me too Aspen to look at the house he bought, and the camp out in the new backyard next to the fire pit, in the star filled mountains. With champagne and strawberries and cream, and chocolate.

I may have gush to much, too loud and too ego driven. The girls are jealous and rightly so. Elliot took Kate to a tractor pull, while Steve screw-up big time, taking Mary to Chess tournament in Richland. The boys are getting remedial lesson in romance from Carrick, Grandpa T, and even Andrea at Grey house.

Graces new housekeeper is a Swedish girl named Gretchen, I don't like her. she falls all over Christian. I have already pushed back. one more insult an I'm dunking her head in the lake. The blonde dimwit, doesn't think I'm a threat, like I need double D's to hold my man. My breasts are small, pert, and just the right size for my body and man. Christian bought a set of jeweled nipple clamps he just loves to play with.

I have a safe in the closet now, with the expense sex jewels and the Princess Leia slave girl outfits. Friggin Chris spent two-million dollars on the diamond and jewels outfit, that only he can see. Its' never leaving the bedroom. I mean my skimpiest bikini has more coverage than the jeweled chains and fittings. Just whirling in the thing is like setting a disco ball on fire in the room. as the sparkles light the room. it also set him on fire. Like the trench coat, and the lace blazer.

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Mary Pov.

I have Steve tied to the bed. spread eagle. As punishment for the chess tournament. My sexy Dr. Who Assistant outfit. Is rocking him. Has I drag a peacock feather along his side. Reaching over his stomach to the pole jutting out of his groin. He moans, "Are you every abandoning me at another chess thing." "NO. no. please Miss Mary." I mount his face. "please me slave." He does, several times. Till striding him to climax. Untying him I hold him as we sleep. He loves the games. I love the man. My family rules. He is planning to ask Ray about a date for our marriage. I cuddle into him deeper. I dream of a simple house and kids, and long periods of us in days to come.