Alex was looking back on his life. He had taken the train from Tyson's Corner, to the Pentagon. He'd had dinner in Alexandria with a new and an old member of the group. Bianca would meet him later, at the last station in Virginia, and then take him home. She was like he was: inscrutable. He had met her on the plane when he had been recruited from The Island. Had he known then, just how old ... no, young ... she was, he would not have fallen head over heels for her.
The orphanage had signed the papers for him, saying he was eighteen. In reality, he was still fifteen, but he was big for his age. The Marines would make a man out of him. They also made a monster. Five years of training, running, marching, PT and following orders later; Alex had become the model Marine. It was not only the Corps that watched over him. His attention to detail, his ability to listen and understand what was being asked of him, and the lack of any scuttlebutt after his missions; brought him into notice of a very select group.
On paper, he was now twenty-three. One morning he was handed a package, told he had new orders, and told where to report. The place was nearly deserted. It was an old hanger on the far side of one of the airports. Two men approached, verified who he was, and escorted him to an awaiting Blackhawk. Soon, they were leaving the base. Ahead, in the middle of the desert stood an all black Gulfstream business jet. They landed and a ramp was lowered for them to board. One of the men ... a large, burly man ... was well-dressed and had several bulges Alex recognized as a lot more firepower than a regular sidearm. He motioned Alex ahead into a closed cabin. He knocked on the door. It opened and he helped ... actually, he pushed Alex inside.
"Alex Brown, reporting as ordered."
As he stood at attention, the seat turned towards him "At ease, Grunt. Your ours, now. Sit, Alex. It's been a long time!"
He was in a daze. Before him was his dream girl. It had been the first time they had met, but he felt they had known each other for years.
"My name is Bianca. I feel that I know more about you than you know about yourself. You will spend some time at 'Fort Fumble.' Your CO and XO will have you doing a lot of useless stuff while Daddy makes arrangements for your future. This meeting never happened. You will live on base, but now you'll be in the BOQ as a new Second. All new personal items will be in your room. You'll change into new BDUs and shower, here on the plane. You smell. If you can't find the soap, or need help washing; come back and let me know, stud."
Thus began ... and, I thought ... ended my association with Bianca. How wrong I was. Before she left me, she handed me a new package and took the other from my lap. "Give me your dog tags. From now on you're Ryan Smith, ROTC graduate from Colorado Springs. Your parents wanted you to go Air Force and the Academy, but you went to a small local school called San Sebastian. Everything you need; license, school ID, bank accounts, old receipts, movie stubs, etc. are inside. Your Father, Bill, and your Mom, Agnes were killed in a car accident, last year. You have no family, no friends and more importantly no SO ... that is, until now. I shall write you and send you pictures, some very personal. I'd better be the only phone number in that cell phone, when we meet again. We met in high school. I was a freshman, you were a senior, and you fell madly in love with me. You promised to wait for me 'till I graduated, and moved back East to be with you."
"See, I told you, I know more about you than you do. If you ever are in trouble, call this number. Tell them Bianca told you to call. Memorize it, then give it back to me to destroy. Daddy and I hope you are not disappointed with me, but what you will be doing is not something many people can know. For some reason, Daddy trusts me. He seems to want to trust you, too, so suck it up, Marine."
The man from earlier entered, led me in back to another cabin, showed me the shower and held his nose. Before he left me, he smiled. When we landed I was escorted to a car which took me to a bus terminal. I was handed tickets, some cash, a credit card and sent off for Fort Meade to report in to 1st Army HQ for assignment.
So began another phase of my new life; alone, in a new place, and with more secrets to keep than I even knew existed.
I knew one thing ... no, two: I was being treated better than I had ever been treated before, and I would always remember Bianca.
After almost eighteen months since I had arrived, I was being transferred. I reported to the Pentagon. I was assigned as a courier. I was given a desk and a phone, but no computer. I was told to report in each day from 0700 to 0900 each morning. When the phone rang, just follow orders.
As usual, I hurried to work and waited for the phone to ring. Several calls seemed to be errands meant just to get me familiar with my new environment. I learned a lot: where to get coffee, food, cars, mail, snacks, take important soft drinks to waiting Generals, and where the facilities were.
Soon I was the official greeter. I went to the reception desk, checked in visitors, and escorted those without US citizenship to their appointed rounds. My big reward was to get to know, and be known, in the executive garage. When they saw me, they already had a car waiting for me. I drove countless big wigs to their important meetings, mistresses or what not.
A few talked to me, most were silent. I had gotten my TIG rank but to these people even a General was good only for coffee or to fill a chair. The first time I went to draw an armoured car, a Mercedes, the keeper looked at me funny.
He asked, "How Many?"
I gave him a blank look.
"First time, eh?" he asked.
"Yep," I said.
"How many guards will you need, and/or other security? Nothing was indicated."
"Just me, I guess."
He handed me a sidearm, and a UZI Machine pistol with a folding stock.
"Sign here, extra ammo and clips are on the holsters. Be careful, these babies are special, very heavy, very fast and are monitored by eyes in the sky or more. Get used to stopping, starting and if something happens, hit the RED button on the dash, and drive like Hell. Unless it is a tank, even a RPG won't stop these beasts. Your ride must have connections, these cost like $900,000. Don't scratch it."
I followed the directions. I pulled into a very wide circular drive and under a large white portico. The building was only marked by a small sign, saying, Club Entrance. A doorman ran up to me and started to say something. When he got near and saw the stickers on the car he stopped, said he was sorry, and went inside.
When the door opened again, a tall, gray haired man emerged. He waved and my little angel, Bianca followed. She scooted up to him, and kissed his cheek. Then she skipped, like a little girl, to the car door I was opening. She stopped.
"Shotgun!" she yelled out.
I looked at the man who just moved his eyes and gestured with his hand, as though to say, 'What can you do?'
"Home, James! The question is: yours or mine?" she said, then laughed. "That was Daddy," she said. "Today is my birthday, and Daddy says you and the car are mine 'till it's time for the pumpkins to go home. I need to ask, should things get friendly do you have everything we need; or should we stop at a drug store?"
With a smile, she now looked straight ahead, smiling, looking like the cat that ate the canary. I took a deep breath.
"Were to, Miss?" I said and placed my hands on the wheel in the ten-and-two position.
"We're near home. I want to change, then we can go out, so I can show you off. I mean to show you around."
I followed her directions. The car had navigation, but my human GPS knew the roads and a path that cut the hour trip almost in half.
Now was the scary part, just what was I supposed to do? Was this business or meant to be something else. It was not a very hard choice to make. I had fallen for this little minx. If she told me to slit my wrists, I would only ask if the cuts were deep enough. I got out of the car and followed her through the open door. Inside, it was like stepping back two hundred years in time. The house, a former plantation, was fit for a king. A beautiful, lady approached.
"So you are the man that has captured my mistresses heart and soul? Now you will probably want her body, too?"
She took my by the arm.
"I am Maria," she said. "I am cook, cleaner and bottle washer for them all. Bianca has been in my care since she was born. Her mother died giving birth; and, yes, I know all the family secrets."
Bianca bounded down the stairs. "Maria, in case we swim at the pool, is this okay?"
She began to turn around and around. Her postage stamp top became loose and fell to the ground. As she stood, half naked, my mouth fell open and my trousers became quite tight.
"Oops! I guess I was in a hurry to try this on."
She bent down, almost losing the bottoms, and picked up her top. Without putting it on, she ran up to Maria and gave her a kiss. She winked at me, and ran back upstairs, trying to keep her bottoms from falling off.
Maria placed her hand on my forehead.
"Yes" she said, "I think that had the desired effect. You can close your mouth now and have a seat. I'll bring you a better snack that any flies you might catch. We need to keep your strength up. God knows you'll need it if she has her way. Do you know she has talked about you for years, since her Father had let her go through some classified files? She picked yours out, held it up, and announced to us that she had found her soul mate. From that moment on, her daddy was stuck with you, she became your advocate. Every time anyone else was considered, she would point out their weakness, re-affirm you strengths and wrap her arms around her Daddy until he saw the wisdom of her council."
I did not have to be an idiot to see how she felt. In-fact, I felt the same way. I just did not know what to do. Maria came back, bringing me more food and drink than I ever had.
"You will not be able to come back here for some time. When the time comes, your home will be near us. You and Bianca can come visit."
She said this with such certainty, that I just assumed it would be as she said.
"What, no argument, no protests?"
"No, Ma'am. I fell for her the moment I saw her. If it is to be like you say, I will be the happiest man alive."
Tears started streaming down my cheeks. I felt a hand on them, then a kiss, as arms wrapped around me. It was Bianca.
"Poor man" she said. "There has never been, nor will there ever be anyone else. I made Daddy promise that we would never be separated, and nothing or no one in our work would ever come between us."
"In this business, there can be no strings to unravel. When there are, an exception can be made for family. In a way, when Daddy sent you off with me today and when Maria welcomed you into our home; they both accepted you and I as being together. Although now is not the time, yet, I want you to know the answer is 'Yes.' I have loved you even before we met. Now, I want to show you off, have some fun, and make love with you. It will be some time before we can be together again. By the way, you don't need anything. Maria took me to the OB-GYN last month. Let's go to dinner. Do you like Oysters?"
We both were holding hands and sniffling a bit. It was like a dam had broken and all the hidden emotions were suddenly let free. When we got to the car, I still opened the door for her, the front this time. When I got in, she could not have been closer unless she'd been sitting on my lap.
We drove for a bit, and I followed her directions automatically, now. We pulled into a school ... it was a Middle school, and as we got out, a dozen girls ran up to Bianca. They were hugging, kissing, giggling, and constantly pointing at me. One thought came into mind. What have I done? Moreover, what will I soon be doing? I did not care, if I had to die, there were worse ways to go! I loved her. But, damn it, just how old was she?
Bianca walked back towards the car with two other girls in tow. I opened the front door for Bianca and the back door for the other two. As we got into the car and started to pull away Bianca introduced the two in back.
"The blonde is my younger sister Sandra, and the Redhead is her BFF Becky. I promised her that if they behaved, we would take them swimming with us."
Suddenly, I was feeling life was good. Then Bianca asked Sandra if she had to get anything from her school, first. My heart sunk again. Maybe Becky went to Middle school.
"Becky, do you go to school with Bianca?"
"No, Sandra and I just meet here when we come from home."
That told me nothing, as Bianca looked at me and wet her lips. She knew I wanted to know how old she was.
"So, your sister told me today was her birthday?" Becky said.
"Yep, and I know what she wants. She has been planning this day a long time. Hee, Hee!"
Lots of help there, as my ribs got an elbow from Bianca. The Uzi added a kick to her hit.
"Ahh, honey, I don't have any swim trunks here!"
"Yes you do, dear. I brought them with me. You left them in the bedroom."
Both Sandra and Becky were glaring at us. We looked at each other, held hands and smiled. We both had that 'Gotcha' smirk on our faces.
It was another eighteen months before I would see Bianca again. True to her word she called or wrote me every day. To the gang at the BOQ, it must have seemed that my whole life was wrapped around Bianca. This became evident when a very beautiful girl there plainly asked me if I was gay, or something, after turning her down for the third time.
Everyone shouted, "Hell, no, he's not gay! He's in love with a gal from Colorado. Show her Bianca's picture, Alex."
When I did so, Eva shook her head and purred. She asked if Bianca had a sister, as she might change her partner choices! I never had any more questions why they never saw me date.
What it did do, was remind me how much I missed Bianca. She was to me a sister, lover, wife, and BFF, all rolled into one. God, I missed her. My new assignment got me in from the cold, so to speak. I had an office, a desk, phone and, a computer. Hoorah! I now just needed one more thing: Bianca. Just as I was thinking of her, of holding her, of her smell and soft golden hair flowing across my body; I was awakened from my dream. Before me stood Bianca.
"Mr. Smith?" she said. "I am Bianca, your confidential assistant. I just started here, today, and was hoping you had something for me."
She smiled, rolled her tongue over her lips and sat down. Those wonderful legs that had been in my dreams for so long were now real and attached to the woman I loved.
"Yes, yes I do. I have been waiting for you, but I'm afraid we cannot do this here."
"I tried to anticipate your needs and desires, Sir, and made arrangements for a more suitable place for us to perform such an exchange. If you would, Sir, we can walk there."
If one could feel eyes following or hear tongues wagging, then the people who saw us leaving together, had dirty minds. Correct mind you, and after so long I just did not care. We had barely closed the door to the room before we had our clothes off and renewed that night at her house over and over again. All we needed was Maria serving us breakfast the next morning.
"I never want us to be apart! I wanted to die the last time I had to leave you. Will you..."
She kissed me and said, "I already told you that: Yes, Yes, Yes! I'm a jealous bitch, though! If I ever catch you with another woman, Daddy will see to it that his little girl gets her revenge. At least any other girl that I don't approve of. By the way, my little sister wants to spend the night at our new house. I did tell you about OUR new house didn't I?"
"No, dear, is there anything else I need to know?"
"Not until Monday. We have a lot of making up to do, and I have some tests to do at school before I can start high school.'
I began to feel a spinning sensation.
She kissed me and said, "Only kidding, you old goat!" There was a pause as she rolled on top and guided me into her. "I already took those tests!"
Then she began her imitation of a bronco rider at a Rodeo. One thing about Bianca, life would never be dull. I may not live long, and may have to learn to make Bubba a friend; but sure as hell, life would never be dull!
We had set the stage, at work. Everyone knew the two new 'whatever's' were more than friends. Now it was time for Act II. It was also time to meet Daddy. But, as Bianca put it, all that could wait until Monday, we had a lot of catching up to do!
Edited By TeNderLoin