Chapter 16

It took a few days to wrap up things in Syria, drive back to Tel Aviv, and get back to Atlanta. Angela was thrilled to see me, having stayed behind to deal with the supply trucks, but it seemed like my conversation with Gordon Olson beat me home, because a government Suburban with a driver and bodyguard met me coming off the plane.

“Mr. Morrison. I am Sergeant Wilson from the Special Services Section of the Federal Marshals Service, and I have been assigned to accompany you and your ... guest to Washington, D.C. If you will follow me, we have your transportation waiting.” The good Sergeant led me to his SUV where, as soon as we were belted in, the driver took off as if he was on an important mission.

Looking at the condition of my clothing, I spoke when we were away from the airport. “I know we’re on a schedule, but I need to shower and change. There is no way I’m going to meet the President dressed like a stevedore.”

The driver snickered, and Sergeant Wilson laughed. “Mr. Morrison. We are driving you to the Marriott, where we’ve reserved a room for you for the express purpose of allowing you to tend to your personal needs. My assistant and I took the liberty of moving your luggage as soon as the cargo plane landed, and it will meet you at the Marriott,” he would have gone on but Angela interrupted.

“Tommy, I have everything you’ll need ready to go. These gentlemen explained that they were here to make sure you weren’t delayed in getting to your meeting with the President, and I knew what you took with you to Israel. And THAT stuff wasn’t going to cut it. So ... I had a wonderful time shopping for things that would be perfect for you.

“Oh ... And I am SO proud of you, dear.” She punctuated her pride with a light kiss on the cheek, which did not go unnoticed by our minders.

“We will be returning to the airport because we sure as anything aren’t driving to Washington tonight. We’ve a government jet waiting to take you to your meeting with President Harrelson, which is on the President’s schedule for eleven A.M. tomorrow. You have two hours to refresh yourself and eat. Then we will be moving you to the plane and getting you to D.C. and hopefully, we will then be escorting you to your new offices.” Watson had that self-satisfied look that people get when they know more you do.

“I guess word got out ahead of me, huh?” I said that with a bit of chagrin.

“Mr. Morrison. When the President says he wants a specific person for a specific job, everything and everyone swings into action to see that it happens. You were far away, so Secretary Olson took it upon himself to go see you, but I can tell you that no less than five hundred people who work for the President had a hand in getting you this far. The rest is up to you.”

He shut up and we rode in silence the rest of the way.

‘I must have some clout to rate a Suburban, two minders, and a jet,’ I thought as I was escorted to the door of my suite. Hawk must have some serious needs to pick someone so far out of the normal. My age was going to be a huge barrier to confirmation, but maybe there were other, more troubling things for the Senate to be worried about, than a no account, deputy director of something. ‘One thing was certain,’ I thought with a wry grin. ‘I would be finding out at eleven tomorrow.’

The shower felt great, as did Angela’s nude body as we cleaned up after the long day, and a change of clothes was just what the doctor ordered. The meal that room service sent up was superb, and when I tried to sign the check and add a tip, the porter simply said, “This is all taken care of, Sir.” He was gone too fast for me to ask about the person that took care of it, so I’d have to ask the good Sergeant when I saw him.

The wait to share my appreciation didn’t take long, because he let himself in just as I finished eating and hurried me through the hotel and back into the Suburban. We were whisked back to Hartsfield Airport and our jet was given priority departure. Once in the air, I asked Wilson, “So who paid for the room and our dinner? I went to take care of the bill but the porter refused to take my money.”

“We have a ‘special relationship’ with many businesses and the Marriott Group is one of them. The President is not known for patience. When he wants to see someone, we’ve learned not to keep him waiting, so hurrying you in and out of a hotel is child’s play when I think of some of the stuff we do to satisfy the President.”

He was much more talkative now that we were headed for the White House. But, it wouldn’t be the White House for me tonight, so asked. “Where are we staying tonight?”

Wilson grinned and said over his shoulder, “You are booked in at Blair House. Pretty upscale for a potential Deputy Director, but the President calls the shots. We just do whatever he wants.”

You could detect a bit of sarcasm in his voice, so I asked, “Is the President very difficult? Is he hard to please?”

“No. No. NO,” he said it firmly. “Quite the opposite. He is so freaking professional that we kill ourselves trying to please him. That guy never makes demands, never screams at anyone unless they need it, and never does things just to piss us off. He is a prince, and we would all kill or die to take care of him.”

Wilson started to show his human side. “President Harrelson is cut from the same kind of cloth that President Gray was made from. He treats people like people instead of appliances. It is almost like he would drop everything and have a beer with us, just like a regular guy.” Watson was done chatting and the silence brought on a bit of weariness.

I didn’t know another thing until Angela gently shook me awake, and said, “Tommy. We’re at the airport.”

The ‘transport’ that the government arranged for us was an impressive bird, complete with most of the things that smaller, less expensive private jets can’t include. The best one was the bed in the back, where I went immediately to curl up and drop off to sleep. The flight was rather short, but the nap helped me when it was time to deplane.

Angela liked our suite at Blair House. “This place looks like it is right out of Downton Abbey,” she bubbled as she explored our accommodations. The place was very attractive, including a two-person spa in the oversized bath. Angela tossed her clothes off and filled it as soon as her exploration was complete. When I slid in beside her, she climbed aboard and reminded me of the many reasons I kept her around. We talked about my time in her body while we floated in the hot water. “I was so scared when I awoke and discovered you had died from the flu, so shortly after I took that header off the building. My fears were all about trying to pass myself off as a girl. If it hadn’t been for Roberta and her Aunt, I would have never made it.

“Roberta loved playing with your body, Angela. She LOVED sticking her tongue as deep inside as she could reach and then twirling it around to make my head spin. By the time I got up the nerve to try and give as good as I was getting, Roberta was wound up like a top and ready to spin to the moon. Between her arousal and my pathetic attempts to get her going, she came like an out of control freight train.” Angela was inordinately aroused, hearing about me experiencing my first girl-girl action as a girl. Her hands were all over both of us, and she squirmed, squealed and shivered as she went over the edge, again.