Empirical Son Chapter 19: Chp 19 the race, a fifty shades trilogy fanfic

Empirical son chp 19 the race

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Madsion-pov: day one of the race

Early in the race, cruising the Columbia River gorge section. "Mad, Any ideas on your parents?"

"No. Ethan's out. My suitcases are in transit (the custom ones Ray build her) Ethan got them out of the house in Wellington. He's hiding with his gay buddy Tom in Tom's family place in Key West."

"Ethan bi?"

"No, they are jazzy music nerd in the medical programs at Columbia. They met at the Central Park Bandstand. Recognized each other from med school, their freshman year. Tom is studying to be a coroner."

"I wish we knew why they screwed us over. I fear that was just round one, the gala round two; We need to plan for round three and four." Anna worries.

"Ethan could not find any reason, nor any other staff or cousins. The only word that seems to be common to dad and mom conversations is Becquerel Terra and Henry Desire. Nothing shows up in emails or written records."

"Not much to go on. Any google search?"

"No Henry Desire, and to many references: No way to limit the search. Nothing related to their travels over the past four years. Although one of the construction staff, she uses to be an insurance adjuster, thinks my car break in when you got hit with that massive library fine for the missing book; has something to do about it. I remember a gardener we had then saw dad, a week afterwards, burning some books in the fire pit at the Tacoma compound."

"Your mother did borrow the car two weeks before, remember we thought she was going on a tryst near Astoria. The mileage seemed to work out. We just don't have enough information. When's the next waypoint?" Anna asks.

"Up ahead at the turn off. Camera is ready. You ready for dash to the falls."

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We are nearing the finish line. I calculated from this morning totals that we are in fourth. That flat tire in the Fruit Loop section yesterday cost us. As several checkpoints closed before we could recover and get to them. But we are putting down the blacktop to the finish line with songs on the speakers and car karaoke on our lips. I say putting because Wanda has a top speed of sixty, downhill with a twenty-mile tail wind. Which is why most of the college car trips were in my modern BMW.

It's been a glorious three days of fun, spills, chills. Making new memories, adding to those liberating road trips we took in college. The trips that saved me from my parents and myself. I look at my friend and realize; That she has always looked out for me, saved me from becoming everything my mother wanted me to be. All those things I hated and feared becoming. She's screaming as at Wanda "Don't give up yet girl. I promise one more mile and then a cool rest in the shade and all the petrol you can drink."

"How close?"

"If we worked the math right about mile and half fuel left. Maybe we should have tanked up last stop?"

"No doubt, no fear and we need the time over the Haverson to try for third. Wanda Baby you can do it!"

"Here comes the dogs." Anna laughs We should still beat them to the line and on the scoreboard. 'Herd about the Wool' team driving an ancient 1965 Chevrolet Suburban. Which has proven limoncello of the rally. Watching Amelia and Luke's Mother arrive very late at each overnight hotel; grease and oil tattooed, soaking wet from sweating over the engine problems, tire problems. After the third complete need for new tires; they have four tied (Set five) on the roof, and nearly six more (Half sets of six & seven with patched remains of set three) in the back seats. It does my heart good seeing their troubles. I secretly believe even Anna is a little happy at their bad luck.

They are still beating four other cars in the group. Including the 1965 Renault 16(being towed, just passed us an hour ago), 1961 Checker Marathon, running on a leather belt (replaced fan belt) bought at a road side vacuumed packed salmon cart, an hour ago; 1961 Wolseley Hornet (left this morning on a car carrier for the finish line), and the guaranteed last place 1966 Lotus Europa (burned out hulk left outside a garage at the Dalles, day one). The Suburban will hopefully finish the race. Although Anna thinks the Checker is making a last few yards' sprint out of last place (minus the cars no longer completing; which make up last place based on mileage completed) in front of us.

There is Elliott and Christian looking a little sunburned from their sail boat race. But smiling happily. "Well, my lady, the scoreboard says you're in third." Elliott cheers between kisses. Looking over at my friend. She is lip locked with moneybags over the hood of Wanda and they may not come up for air within the hour. At least they will wipe the bugs off the front hood.

We are happily sipping beer, laughing about the road as Amelia and her to be mother-in-law walk up. "We are two above the Checker's last place" Amelia laughs hanging on Luke.

"Well, we are third in group and fifteen overall. Next year it's couple-vs-couples." Elliott cheers.

"Magpie, your car is peeing on the pavement again." Christian tease Anna.

"Magpie?" Amelia asks, having fallen into Anna Steeles word traps. She is lethal with the zingers.

"Wanda is a classic, vintage machine. As I told my man when we met. I'm a connoisseur of classic cars" Anna acts out the vamp style we both love to goof.

"My car, the vintage VW bug; I am a magpie of classic automobiles. Did you not know." Christian mimics Anna nearly perfect. Anna laughs an "My car, the vintage VW bug; I am a magpie of classic automobiles. Did you not know." With a better British lady's accent and vamping manners. Causing the crowd to really roar.

"Besides you promised to tell me; why the rain is so damn interesting on the Spanish plains. An you never did?" Tweaking the nose of her ogre.

"How kind of you to let me come! Now once again, where does it rain? On the plain! On the plain! And where's that blasted plain? In Spain! In Spain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! Christian laughing jiggles the song. "An you have no Possies to sell my lady fair. So a token and favor I will steal till later, beware!" As he steals a kiss.

Elliott attacks me, raiding my lips and firing my wanton lust. I find myself heaved over his shoulder, my ass smacked and he triumphal parade to his truck and I suspect the hotel. He will pay for this, I might even demand we spend the week in bed, letting the carnal rampaging beast lose.

a-pov

The horny duo's leave us to the quiet celebration and rambling roars of the post rally festive. As the Twenties and Pre-1910 groups roll in. We wander the pit area, admiring cars and chatting with the team. Several of Christian family friends and professional acquaintances talk to us. Several Doctors are stunned that Grace is not here. Grace and Carrick are at MAYO for a weekend seminar. They are making like teenagers from what Welch tells me. I hope Grace can calm down and be real.

We are back at the Audi SUVs, heading out to the hotel. I'm tired and want a soaking bath, maybe accompanied, warm soothing tea, and comfortable bed, maybe a sex-wake-up call. Right now, I want a sleep.

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Ray-pov: Day before Anna's birth

To lose my mentor, they just recovered his body from the wreckage. The Wreckage of my old team. I was just the exe, but it still hurts. To come home an lose my wife and daughter. Now As I the boss rebuild my team. Today we worked hard and tomorrow, Frank, my youngest dog will become a father, we hope. Jose is due back on full status, although Maria miscarriage was troubling. I seem to have death all around me since the Libya mess.

Nine month an ago: The night desert air was filled with the bitter whispers of cordite and blood. The terrorist camp in the empty sands of Libya desert was no more. We have the intel, the pictures and the two senior leaders' prisoners. The Bird is due in minutes, I can hear the flutter of the blades on the night winds.

We were pumped as feet wet (cross from land to water). Beer time was waiting on the destroyer over the international border line. No KIA, No WIA; Hell, we didn't even lose any equipment and no glitches. Textbook raid, picture perfect execution. The major is grinning like he found case of orphaned 24year single malt for a dollar a bottle at the Stop and rob next to his house in Ashville. The Platoon Sergent stone face must hurt something awful, smiling like that for the first time since? Probably infancy would be most people bet. I smile at him, gifts me a scowl. Sticking my tongue out and to the side. Goofing at him. I don't care. It's a perfect night's ending as twilight breaks the east.

I fight to hold Jose as the wreckage drags down to the bottom. One second, we are floating for home, the next birds lifted from sea. Everything was panic and impacts. We go down hard and fast; we were only thirty feet off the waves. The captain's heads is gone, took a bird to the face, Sparks the radioman is screaming he took strikes to his legs and groin, a blood mess. Ten men in the bird. Six made it to the surface, one of the crew, no prisoners.

The ship came in hard hour later, five pulled from the water breathing. Just three would survive to be evac'ed to Germany. Last month the wreckage was found in international waters. The navy recovered the bird and bodies. I watch my new crew gather, my men! My dogs of war! The brain trust at the Potomac dollar brothel (G-JCS) hints at a month of high-altitude desert warfare. Better than the altitude jungle warfare the rest of the teams are gearing for in the south.

"Alright dismissed; Lambert is buying tomorrow night, hopefully because the next day we are HAHO to Lost in the Woods (Fort Leonard Wood) for thirty days hunting and hunted with 14th Military Police Brigade. I want those Mud Puppies crying in their beer when we leave. OR ELSE!" Laughing we all head home. They to family, me to an empty field grade bachelor quarters. Tomorrow will be a better day; I lie to myself and hope it somehow comes true.

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Taylor-pov

"Welch any news?"

"No. But we have ruled out several things that popped up. One Madsion and Anna are not related, DNA test ruled that out and established Ethan and Kate are related."

"That a weird thought?"

"No, Grandma Kavanaghs' Will say DNA test before a grand kid can take control of their Trust fund. Two: all four grandkids. Third: a typo everyone thinks says the four need to all take a DNA test when each one his twenty-five; the first Trust fund marker. Which Ethan hits in November."

"Wait? There are only two grandkids?"

"No? Emon has two kids, and his older brother has two kids."

"I read his background brief, Emon was an only child of Komondor Kavanagh."

"That what the world thinks. But Lionel married a girl when he was sixteen, she at fifteen, died in childbirth five months later with twin sons. He disappeared a year later. A note says he had fraternal twin at thirty. Same age as Madsion. His will was read the week after Franklin A. Lambert died. Ray is not being very informative about how that occurred.

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madsion-pov

We are nearing the finish line. I calculated from this morning totals that we are in fourth. That flat tire in the Fruit Loop section cost us. As several checkpoints closed before we could recover and get to them. But we are putting down the blacktop to the finish line with songs on the speakers and car karaoke on our lips. It's been a glorious three days of fun, spills, chills. Making remembers those road trips we took in college.

The trips that saved me from my parents. "Here comes the dogs." Anna laughs We should still beat them to the line and on the scoreboard. 'Herd about the Wool' team driving an ancient 1965 Chevrolet Suburban. Which has proven limoncello of the rally. Watching Amelia and Luke's Mother arrive very late at the overnight hotel grease, and oil tattooed, soaking wet from sweating over the engine problems, tire problems. After the third need for new tires, they have four tied on the roof, and nearly six more in the back seats. It does my heart good seeing their troubles. I secretly believe even Anna is a little happy at their bad luck.

They are still beating four other cars in the group. Including the 1965 Renault 16(being towed, just passed us an hour ago), 1961 Checker Marathon, 1961 Wolseley Hornet (left this morning on a car carrier), and 1966 Lotus Europa (left at a garage at the Dalles). The Suburban will hopefully finish the race. Although Anna thinks the Checker is making a last few yards' sprint out of last place (minus the car no completing; which make up last place based on mileage completed).

We pull into the parking lot at Westmoreland Park. Sliding to a gentle halt at the stop line. I race to the judges' desk to hand over the log book and badges we collected for the extra credit stops. Getting our parking space number we putt-putt to the space. There is Elliott and Christian looking a little sunburned from their sail boat race. But smiling happily. "Well, my lady, the scoreboard says you're in third." Elliott cheers between kisses. Looking over at my friend. She is lip locked with moneybags and they may not come up for air within the hour.

We are happily sipping beer, laughing about the road as Amelia and her to be mother-in-law walk up. "We are two above the Checker's last place" Amelia laughs hanging on Luke.

"Well, we are third in group and fifteen overall. Next year it's couple-n-couples." Elliott cheers.

"Magpie, your car is peeing on the pavement again." Christian tease Anna.

"Magpie?" Amelia asks, having fallen into Anna Steeles word traps. She is lethal with the zingers.

"Wanda is a classic, vintage machine. As I told my man when we met. I'm a connoisseur of cars" Anna acts out the vamp style we both love to goof.

"Besides you promised to tell me; why the rain is so damn interesting on the Spanish plains. An you never did?" Tweaking the nose of her ogre.

a-pov

The horny duo's leave us to the quiet celebration and rambling roars of the post rally festive. As the Twenties and Pre-1910 groups roll in. We wander the pit area, admiring cars and chatting with the team. Several of Christian family friends and professional acquaintances talk to us. Several Doctors are stunned that Grace is not here. Grace and Carrick at MAYO for a weekend seminar. They are making like teenagers from what Welch tells me. I hope Grace can calm down and be real.

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For those who can't do anything but whine without names. London town chapter is about them coming to terms with their roles in the relationship. And Christian realization that Anna can be independent and he can still keep her safe without micro managing her (suffocating) The three travel chapters are simple. Croatia is about parallel Anna life. Sweden is about parallel Christian life. Germany; Christian learning to rely on Anna to carry them. In Sweden Christian see Anna as carrying him, and Anna being independent and confident interacting with and for Christian.

The Rain in Spain from "My Fair Lady " Written by: ALAN JAY LERNER, FREDERICK LOEWE

How kind of you to let me come! Now once again, where does it rain? On the plain! On the plain! And where's that blasted plain? In Spain! In Spain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain! The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!

HAHO (high altitude jump, High altitude opening)