Epilogue

Monday Morning

Freshly showered and shaved and dressed in a charcoal gray suit, Brock made a Cappuccino on the kitchen’s Expresso machine. The house would be waking up soon as Zack got up to go to school and Julia came downstairs. Hopefully, his wife would take Zack to school this morning.

Grabbing a banana, he laughed quietly to himself, in a good mood, as he took his coffee and went to check on his guest. Brock had gotten lucky twice last night. First with Mescal in the hot tub then later with his wife who had initiated coitus after telling him she had been turned on by what she had seen. With Heidi asleep in the same bed, Brock and Julia made every effort to keep their lovemaking quiet, which was hard as Julia was a known screamer. Their first intimate moment since she returned on Sunday.

The door to the guest bedroom was partially open and he could see the queen-sized bed. Mescal was sitting up against the headboard the sheet pulled up over her breasts as she looked at her device. Before he knocked, he noticed another body lying face down underneath the comforter. Zack lay dead to the world next to Mescal who, perhaps sensing his presence, looked at the door and smiled on seeing him.

Good for Zack, for showing initiative. Brock showed her his coffee cup. She nodded and looked at the boy lying next to her as she quietly slid out of bed. Brock didn’t wait for her to get dressed.

They stood in the kitchen with their coffee. Mescal wore the black Task Force Steele T-shirt and white panties while sipping her coffee.

“Thanks.” She said as she waited for him to start the conversation.

“What were you doing on your device? I thought you might sleep in,” he said.

Mescal took a sip. “I was changing my flight so I can take you up on your offer to come by Pegasus for a tour this morning.”

Brock had made the offer during dinner. Come see the office and meet some of the good people working for Pegasus Group.

“Good, I’m glad. I’ll show you around our small campus. Then introduce you to a few people and we can talk about your future if you are still interested.”

Now she smiled. “You know the Army is offering a big reenlistment bonus right now for my MOS.”

Brock knew that Mescal’s Top Secret/SCI clearance and her training and experience in electronic warfare were worth the large signing bonus if he could entice her to join Pegasus.

“If you like what you see today, I am sure we can work something out. When is your enlistment up?”

The two talked and moved to his home office until Julia poked her head in to let him know she was taking Zack to school. Afterward, she had a meeting downtown with her book publisher. Brock said he would be home for dinner with the family tonight.

Zack stopped by and sheepishly said it had been nice to meet Jenean. The two hugged and promised to keep in touch.

While Mescal took a shower and got dressed, he had a few minutes to himself. Yesterday afternoon was hard but necessary. For the last few months now, he had been gathering a group of like-minded men around him. People like Charlie Wilks and Mike the Force Recon Marine and he hoped people like Bob Wilkins could be persuaded to join the cause.

He opened his work laptop endorsed Brad Van Winter’s latest project proposal and sent it to the CEO Adm. Ford for final approval. Brad had submitted a top-notch proposal that Pegasus should secretly fund and buy the decommissioned A-10 Warthogs the US Air Force was offloading after their poor performance in Poland, a lethal modern battlefield they weren’t designed for.

Next, he sent an email to Pegasus’s head of security requesting he initiate a background investigation on Robert Wilkins of Boone, NC but to make no contact without his approval.

On Wednesday he was flying to Poland on business. A busy week. Through the office window he could see Heidi was on the back patio doing a yoga routine in just shorts, topless, so left her alone. He would ask Julia about that. Mescal had her dark hair in a ponytail again, wore tight blue jeans, a loose black blouse, and running shoes, her garment bag and backpack in hand she was ready to go. She handed Brock two black Task Force Steele T-shirts before they left the house. In the garage, after tossing her luggage into the back of the Mercedese SUV, she moved into his personal space as he closed the hatch.

“Thank you, Brock. I needed what we did last night. I don’t mess around with the other soldiers I work with at Fort Mead (NSA), so this was, good.” She said as she pressed her body against his for a long hug followed by a short goodbye kiss.

“Me too, I needed yesterday just as much as you. Thank you for being here.” He said. The drive to Pegasus’s office was pleasant and so was the rest of the day.

He knew what she meant he had needed this Memorial Day and the tantra session. He felt better now than he had in months.

Library Talk

At Saint-U, Zack was cornered by Rebekah at lunchtime and taken into the library.

“Monica talked about you all weekend,” Rebekah said as they stood next to her favorite study table on the 2^nd floor.

He didn’t know what to say as he hadn’t thought about Monica since Friday. He really liked Rebekah she was sexy and smart with a tad of mystery and Jewish bitch thrown in. Her cousin Monica was nice. After the first time they had sex, where Monica gave him her virginity, they did it a second time enjoying the experience a lot more.

As he thought of an appropriate answer, Zack stifled a yawn with the back of his fist and had to force his eyes open as Rebekah talked, he was tired. Last night as soon as his dad went to bed he went downstairs to ‘check on’ their house guest. Mescal had smiled and patted the bed next to her. Yes, she did love the ‘doggie’ position she also liked missionary and some Indian wrestling move that got his cock deep into her wet warm pussy. Her legs were strong, and she was an aggressive lover riding him like a pony at one point playing Indian (feather) warrior. They didn’t sleep much, and he was a tad sore.

On top of that, he had a busy weekend. Saturday morning, he and Pete helped place flags at the national cemetery with the Scouts. Then they had gone to Ruth’s performance at the Red Sparrow Café on Saturday afternoon and stayed up late working on a new computer game and prepping for D&D Sunday. His dad and Eva had kept Tiffany up most of the night in the master bedroom, not exactly being quiet. Sunday was crazy busy, with a group of friends over all day for the role-playing game and the unexpected arrival of his mom and Heidi. He hadn’t thought about Monica since Friday.

“It was a fun afternoon. Thanks for getting us together,” he said looking for the trap and why he was in the library instead of getting tacos on the last Taco Tuesday of the school year.

Rebekah just looked at him, her dark eyes unreadable. She had seen his yawn but didn’t say anything.

“I want you to come over for Shabbat dinner on Friday. I invited Pete and Monica will be there and of course a few of my dad’s friends from the synagogue. Monica is going home to Florida on Monday, so she wants to see you again.” Rebekah said in her direct no-nonsense Israeli manner.

He couldn’t say no to her invite. Monica was nice and the thought of doing it again was with her was not an unpleasant thought, if that is what was planned.

On Friday a nervous Monica had given him an okay first blow job. After a slightly painful deflowering, the second round had been a lot more fun with Rebekah and Zack demonstrating a couple of basic positions; doggie and 69 to her cousin. So, he basically had a threesome with Rebekah and her cousin, not a bad way to spend a Friday afternoon at the start of a long holiday weekend.

“I’ll be there.” He said watching her face for any clue as to her real plan.

Rebekah glanced around the nearly empty 2^nd floor and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“You still have time for your tacos, and I’ll join you,” she said tugging at his hand.

Poznan, Poland

Brock pushed through the café door and was greeted with a smile from a blonde woman behind the counter. In front of her was a case of pastries and freshly made sandwiches. The café had only six round tables and a window nook with two plush armchairs.

It was midafternoon on a weekday and only one table was occupied by a young couple talking quietly over small cups of coffee.

“Przepraszam,” excuse me, he said in Polish to the woman behind the counter.

Today he wasn’t in uniform, he was in Poznan on Pegasus Group business with the Army. He was dressed in business casual with a messenger bag over his shoulder. He didn’t see Anna.

The woman on the other side of the counter was blonde, in her late 30s maybe, and attractive she looked him in the eyes.

“Can I help you?” she said in English. His Polish was the dead giveaway he was a visitor.