Chapter 19

We decided to return home and were shocked to find that a Lear Jet was waiting for us. I found that Jonesy had rented this jet for the year as it was cheaper than paying for each use. The return flight was uneventful as we all used the time to catch up on much needed sleep. Boring I know, but true.

When we landed a car was waiting to drive us to our new house. Yes we had decided to buy a house secluded enough for our wild sexual activities. We had found an old colonial mansion which listed eight bedrooms. Four on the second floor with two full bathrooms between two bedrooms once you reached the second floor you either went up to the third floor or turned right or left. On either side were two bedrooms with a bathroom between them. They were almost exactly the same except for the color scheme, in this case there was a dark blue, dark maroon, dark green, and medium grey.

The third floor had four suites. Each bedroom had its own bathroom. The bathrooms were nothing special just a sink toilet and shower/tub combo.

The fourth floor was a grand master bedroom with a huge master bathroom which had a toilet, bidet, double sink, and jetted tub that could seat four easily with a double shower from the ceiling and a hand-held showerhead also.

The bed was an oversized California King and there were also two walk-in closets that were 6’X8’ we all quickly agreed this would become our dungeon playroom.

We would remodel the third floor so one side would be the main bedroom with a modern bathroom and the other suite would be turned into a small bedroom with a half bathroom, just the toilet and sink.

We would leave the other two suites as is for now. The girls would pair up in each.

As it turned out the main bedroom would get an additional door to the small bedroom.

Dove refused to sleep in her bedroom. She would rather sleep on the floor next to my side of the bed. I would end up with her either at my feet or curled up next to me. Dove was a big woman at almost 6’.

I got a call from Jonesy she said that the Arab had a crystal clear understanding about the situation and would not be a problem.

I asked Dove if she knew how to shoot. She immediately wanted to know if I was in danger. I let her know that due to my large amount of money I was always in some danger and wanted to know if she could protect herself and the rest of us or would we have to protect her.

She stood defiantly for the first time and said in a very stern voice, “I will protect you with my life, I know many ways to do this!”

Smiling I asked what her favorite pistol was. Returning to the submissive she whispered ‘Walther PPK 9mm’ and I smiled nodding to her.

We went shopping for a Walther the next day. I didn’t feel like arguing with security when I found out that there would be two on motorcycles one in front and one in back of our SUV. We had a driver and dismount sitting shotgun up front. River and Rain sat at my sides while Ki, Dove, and Te sat across from me in that order.

We looked at single-stack 9mm and found them all to be about 6” long 4” high and 1” wide. Dove selected the Sig P938, which was a smaller version of the 1911 frame single-action and the only pistol with an exposed hammer. All the other pistols were striker pin fired. Dove liked the added safety of the hammer.

All the girls had the fanny-pack holster system, a Side/clip/bra holster, along with a tactical waistband holster. We had her apply for the conceal carry permit at the same time. The shop had a certified instructor that was able to provide her the class and watch her shoot. He stayed to watch all of the girls shoot and then asked me what the two guys at the back wall were for.

I laughed and said they were the distraction to draw trouble away from my girls.

The girls wanted to eat out so we called around until we found a place we could reserve a banquet room at. It was safer and easier for my security team.

I suddenly got the feeling like someone or something is watching you. That unexplained feeling that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Looking around I noticed three people walking toward us. My security team moved to intercept but I called them off and waved for the three to join me. Jonesy was with two others I did not recognize but since she appeared to be calm and smiling I was not too worried.

Joney introduced the two women with her.

Both had been shaved bald and had metal collars and both wrist and ankle cuffs that were permanent or meant to be. They had hex screws holding them closed that had been welded over as well as the hinge to prevent being removed.

Jonesy was looking for a way to remove them but had not found a safe way yet.

Just cutting through them was a serious risk to the women as the metal was 3/8” thick and almost 2” wide. They were also snug, tight to the limb and around the throat so when the cutting blade completed the cut it would contact the skin and trying to find or figure out a way to protect the women was what Jonesy was working on. I suggested a handsaw and Jonesy just flipped me off saying she had thought about that but it would be just as dangerous at that final cut.

Jonesy explained that these two women had been recovered from the second visit to the Arab who was stupid enough to try to hire the best mercenaries available. Which happens to be Jonesy’s group. Agreeing to meet about a job Jonesy went as one of the heavies and had her number two play the role of the boss (number one was on another job).