"'Veni, vidi, vici!'" he said to himself. "Shit! I can't believe it!" He shook his head and said again: "Veni, vidi, vici!" And immediately his heart went into his throat because he realized that he was saying it out loud now. He was standing before her, and she was giving him an incredulous look because she knew what he was talking about, having mentioned Caesar's words. It's just that she didn't know how he knew. He was, for that instance, frozen in place.
John Sutton, or 'Slick Johnnie Sutton, as he was called by his Uncle Brad, after a small time bank robber and jail break expert from another age -- 'Slick Willie Sutton' -- at his present age of 35 was on the verge of taking over the company totally, from his Dad and his Uncle Brad.
He'd been brought up for that; trained for that. It was the center of his interest -- almost! The almost needs to be mentioned because in addition to having a keen interest in both vision and glasses -- the center of the business that his Dad and Uncle had built up and were passing on to 'Slick Johnnie' -- John Sutton was an inveterate tinker with strange and 'out there' kinds of ideas. He loved to doodle with vision problems in the work area that he had in the basement of the house that his Dad had given to him, when he felt the need to go 'smaller' and move to Arizona to have the kind of leisure that he wanted.
As a matter of fact, in doing that, Herb, Johnnie's Dad, was only following what Brad had already done. They were both well pleased with how well Johnnie knew the business and also was up on the technical aspects of vision therapy, and eye glass technology.
But Johnnie had his projects. He was constantly trying to discover a way to produce glasses that would make it possible for security agents to be able to detect hidden weapons. He worked on that kind of idea from a number of different angles, never really, until now, succeeding.
John, loved, in addition to the vision business, tinkering with electronics. He was a 'whiz' at technical problems, and having been born into the computer age, was also a 'whiz' at computer technology and related fields. It was with such a combination of interests and abilities that he'd tackled his project to produce the kind of glasses that he was sure would make security problems easier to solve.
He had, indeed, even come up with a prototype that he was going to be testing himself, to see if it indeed worked. He wanted to be able to detect hidden weapons and see if his new prototype glasses would allow him to do that.
He chose a Sunday for his experiment. He went, as usual to church. In addition to his other 'loves' and 'interests', John also loved the liturgy of the church. It spoke to his soul somehow, he'd often say to himself. He was a faithful member of All Saints parish and an admirer of the new rector, Julia Bornely. It's just that he was never sure if he should call her 'Father Julia' or 'Mother Julia' or what. That made him laugh, every time he thought of it.
He'd also taken the time to speak to her about that dilemma, and she was down to earth enough to join him in the laughter.
He took the glasses with him to church. He had decided to see if, when wearing the glasses, he could detect hidden objects that people had. It was the focal point of the experiment that day.
Once the service was over, he joined the line of those greeting 'Father Julia' and slipped his normal glasses off and put the prototypes on. He looked around and, as innocently as possible, tapped the 'engage' spot on the side of the glasses. As he did that, he was almost ready to greet 'Father Julia'.
(Julia Bornely was, at that time, 37 years old. She'd been ordained to the priesthood, when she was 25 and had served a number of years as an associate, before coming to All Saints. She was fairly tall, 5'9", and carried her 132 lbs well. She had dark, reddish hair and was, all told, a very attractive woman. She was, however, not nearly ready for what was about to happen to her.)
John tapped his glasses and the scene in front of him changed. He wasn't ready for what the glasses were about to do, for when Father Julia came into focus, John discovered that he was seeing her in her underwear. The effect of the glasses, which he'd never suspected or planned for, was to remove her outer clothes. She was wearing a pair of normal panties and a soft bra, showing her breasts and nipples above and her pubic hair below.
John was almost totally blown away by what he was seeing, and frantically tapped the glasses to turn off the effect.
(Right then, John didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Father Julia looked wonderful in her panties and bra but he was in church, he told himself critically, and sought frantically to turn the glasses off and stop their effect.)
The next tap on the 'engage' spot that he made, however, swept the panties and bra away and there, in all her 5'9" glory was Father Julia, totally naked to John's gaze. In an instant he took in the luxuriant amount of neatly trimmed pubic hair, also auburn/red in color and the size of her nipples.
John looked up frantically, and noticed that she was smiling at him, obviously not having any idea of what his glasses were showing him.
Then it happened. Then he saw it: the tattoo. Written across her lower stomach, just above her pubic hair were the words: 'veni, vidi, vici'.
John muttered them to himself, astonished and then, to his everlasting chagrin, he said them out loud to her, as he was standing right in front of her:
"Veni, vidi, vici!" he said, ready to kick himself for saying it out loud.
"What?" she said but she'd heard him and she gave him a look that was part inquisitive, part total horror and part all out amusement.
"What did you say?" she asked softly.
And John, no longer 'Slick Johnnie' at all, found himself repeating what he'd said.
"'Veni, vidi, vici!'" he said, only realizing that, in his haze, he'd said it again to her, once she asked.
"You'd better come with me," Father Julia said, "I have some questions for you."
For John it was like the legendary trip to the head master's office.
In an absolute surge of courage, as he walked with her to the front of the church, John tapped the 'engage' button again and there, just a bit in front of him was Father Julia in her panties and bra. He noticed that the tag of her panties was sticking up above the waist band. The panties were a soft almost pearl white color and made, apparently, of fairly thin nylon.
The vision surged through John's awareness and he realized that he was instantly erect.
He sat then in a front pew, while she retrieved a few items from the altar and the pulpit.
With more bravado than he thought he'd ever have, John tapped the 'engage' button again, saying to himself: "Well, in for a penny, in for a pound!" and had a totally naked Father Julia now in his view. He took her all in then, realizing that he was going to have to come up with an explanation and very soon. But for now it was auburn colored pussy hair, that startling 'veni, vidi, vici' tattoo and also, he noticed on her right breast, just above her nipple a star with an exclamation point next to it. John just stared and stared.
She was ready in a few minutes, and he, as casually as he could, adjusted the glasses and turned off the sensors, making the view totally natural now.
"Would you please come with me?" Julia asked him.
He smiled and nodded his head, going with her, first to the vestry, where she deposited her vestments carefully and then she led him to her office. She was wearing a simply blue a-line skirt and a white blouse, and sensible heels. (Plus, he knew, trying to to grin or snicker, panty hose, pearl white 'granny' panties and a soft white bra!)
They got to the office and there was a desk with a chair in front of it, plus, off to the side in a kind of bay window with curtains covering the window, a sitting area with chairs and a table between them.
By the time they were seated, Julia was smiling at him. It was a hopeful sign for John. She at least wasn't blazingly mad at him, it seemed.
It was she who began: "Now you said to me 'veni, vidi, vici', correct?"
John was totally resigned to having to explain this now and shook his head 'yes' and said as much.
"Will you please explain?" she asked. "Because we both know what you were talking about, don't we, John?"
"Yes, we do," he said, struggling with a smile.
"I'm really intrigued by this," she went on, "I mean, how you found that out."
John sighed a great sigh and said: "Okay, let me explain. It'll take some background, and I need you to know that it was a total, and complete accident on my part."
"I see," she said, with a ghost of a smile on her face.
He went into it then. He talked about being raised in the optical business and always having had a bent for tinkering and coming up with gadgets. He spoke of his mania for doing such things.
"I've kind of stepped into the business and have always been encouraged by my Dad and my Uncle Herb."
He paused and then went on, when she smiled.
"Well, I have my own lab set up in the basement of my house," he said next, and went on to explain that his Dad had moved out and given him the 'big house', where his lab was.
Next he explained the design that he was trying to incorporate with the glasses that he was designing.
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