The Unexpected
Copyright© 2025 by Technocracy
Chapter 21
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 21 - "If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not find it; for it is hard to be sought out, and difficult." -- Heraclitus of Ephesus
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Violence
Needham, Ma - 7:50 AM, 07 November 2006
Andrea was not comfortable in her bed. It did not feel right, and it never did feel right to remain sleeping without feeling Benny next to her.
Benny stacked the tray with toast and hot tea. He never attempted cookery without Andrea’s direct supervision, but he was not completely useless around the kitchen. Returning to the bedroom, he saw his woman, restless in bed.
Benny propped some pillows behind Andrea before setting the tray across her, then returning to the kitchen to retrieve his coffee.
“Thank you, baby. You will not eat?”
“I will make something later, for both of us. Eat, Andy ... Please.”
“Beija-me, meu amor, then I eat.”
Benny kissed her smiling lips. Then sat in Andrea’s wheel chair, next to the bed, sipping his coffee.
“After you eat, I will give you your massage.”
Andrea smiled at her food, thinking about the forthcoming massage.
Benny looked upon Andrea’s supine and wondrous body. Benny believed that Andrea’s full body was truly the perfect implementation as per nature’s intended design for the human female.
Carefully pre-warming the oil in his hands, he gently massaged her back, paying attention to each group of muscles on her dorsal body and upper limbs. When he reached her butt, the wiggle was a clear indication of what she wanted. Benny’s slow kneading of her butt cheeks, eventually followed by the gentle insertion of his fingers into her core, a maddening delight to Andrea.
“Dentro de mim! Please, my love!”
“Mais tarde, bela senhora. Not until we see the doctor in a few days.”
“That is mean, Benny. Just mean.”
“Verdade, linda senhora. It is mean to both of us ... Who the heck is that?”
Benny knew that the new security person was next door, watching the camera monitors, so whomever was knocking, had been allowed to approach the door.
Benny picked up Andrea into a sitting position, then pulled on her robe before placing her in the wheel chair. After kissing her, he walked to the door and listened before opening.
“Geez, Robert. You couldn’t just call? What is this the matter of great importance?”
“I’ll tell you what the ‘matter of great importance’ is, young man. Yourself and Harry are about to receive over one hundred million, US legal tender, wired into your accounts, as soon as you sign these forms and I send a copy of the IP rights agreement. I brought my notary kit.”
“And how did SIG come by this sudden windfall?”
Andrea wheeled her self into the living room to see about the ruckus and the unusually raised voices from Robert Northrup and her mate.
“Hello, Andrea. You’re looking well this morning.”
“Hello Robert. What would be the answer to Benny’s question?”
“As I said, rights to IP. Remember, during the fall of 2001? We are looking at the results from my patent submittal for the analog decimation filter, filed as a provisional application. A PTAB was scheduled, then we were distracted by the big moves you made after the 9/11 attack, then we had that SEC inquiry. So it got lost in the shuffle. Wellll ... the PTO not only accepted the amended application, but they disallowed the UC Berkeley business school’s claim of prior art, and rejected Berkeley’s and PIMCO’s derivative patents as pure mathematical formulations. All without me typing one word. Our tax dollars at work.”
“So what’s the hundred million for?”
“You, sir, are the last survivor of the high-speed and trading-synchronization circuits patent war; and without us filing a single page or expending a single dollar in the patent court system. I have negotiated an initial payment for one hundred and seven million, with more to come.”
“What companies?”
“For starters, Goldman Sachs. An by default, per system usage and denial of the Berkeley patent applications, Allianz and PIMCO.”
“Excellent timing. Lizzy and myself have been discussing the latest IBM T-series versus the Apple MacBook Pro, for the next generation of company-issue computers. Unit cost can now be removed as a decision parameter.”
“You don’t understand, Benny. This is not company money. This is yours and Harry’s money. SIG has no corporate filings or rights to these two patents ... Andrea, my dear, you can sign as witness to my notary seal ... Close your mouth and sign the patent-rights contract, Benson.”
“Is there any reason we cannot directly put some of it into the SIG capitol expense and general operating fund accounts?”
“It could be done that way, but you would be giving the feds a good reason to come ringing the front door-bell ... The best vehicle would be a low-interest loan to SIG.”
“What about zero interest?”
“I would advise against such, Benny. Again, that could cause the feds to become interested. In any case, if used for CapEx, the company will have the amortization period, plus the interest deductions. I will have Doris and Lydia work that out.”
“Excellent ideas, Robert. You are good. Give yourself a raise.”
“You pay me well above market rate for corporate legal counsel. In any case, Harry is the CEO, so he would have to approve any changes to my employment contract.”
“But I am the janitor. And the janitor has the deciding vote.”
Jerri stood outside the open door to the apartment, wondering if the, suddenly, very wealthy and liquid man was projecting a false modesty or was the typical STEM-type, more concerned with playing with shiny new tech toys, rather than acquiring power, status, and riches.
Captain Jerri Cleever USAF ret, was discerning and darkly cynical of technology. Cleever, as were most over-educated holders of non-STEM PhDs, was well-read, well-informed, and considered herself an intellectual elite. Most of her cynicism resulted from being medically discharged from her dream job as an air force special ops pilot.
“Why are you standing there letting the warm air out, Ms Cleever? Please come in.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I am not ‘sir’. My name is Benny. Have you eaten breakfast? I intend to make more in due time. Robert? Are you interested? Harry dropped off some of those Texas sausages.”
“Sounds good.”
Benny wheeled Andrea into the kitchen, and set her at the table, followed by Robert and Jerri.
“Give me the jalapenos and carrots and onions, my love.”
Benny placed a large cutting board and the requested vegetables in front of Andrea.
“Agora, oito ovos, com cerca de 200 millilitres de, uh the sour cream, and maybe 100 millilitres of butter milk, and some butter...”
Andrea stopped cutting to comment on Benny’s technique, “Misture tudo ... No, baby, bata, supere a mistura.”
As Andrea corrected Benny’s technique, she cut the veggies with precision and rapidity. Benny beat the mix together, then split the sausages before dropping then into a frying pan.
“Agora, misture isso.”
Benny raised his questioning ‘Spock’ eyebrow to Andrea. He further thought of increasing the spice level.
“All of it? Okay. Que tal pimentos habanero?”
“No, baby. Não é para os nossos hóspedes.”
Benny, with a stupid grin, emitted only for his woman, acknowledged Andrea’s correction as for limiting the spices.
“Okay. Most likely not one of my better ideas.”
Benny removed the large cutting board to dump the pile of chopped stuff into the egg mix, then pre-heated a large iron pan with tall sides, then adding a healthy amount of olive oil.
Robert noted, as others had recently noticed, that Andrea had been speaking less English after the illness and resultant cranial fracture. But as Benny seemed to delight in speaking Portuguese to her, Robert dismissed his concerns, thinking it to be a normal artifact per the nature of their relationship. Robert, a frequent guest in the apartment, knowing their kitchen arrangement, sought cups from the pantry, poured what remained from the coffee pot, then set another pot to brew. He withdrew and placed plates and forks and knives for four.
“Anything else, Andrea?”
“This is good, Robert ... Have you seen that sweet lady from the district attorney’s office? Have you taken her out?”
“I see that you’ve been talking to Doris and Lydia ... No, I haven’t seen her lately.”
“Take her, uh, para um lugar grandioso ... uh...”
Benny continued for her as he juggled the two pans on the stove.
“She means, uh, take her to someplace nice, Robert.”
The requirement for a translation prompted Robert’s attention. He became less certain that it was an element of their relationship, and perhaps more of an indication that something was amiss with her brain. He filed that away for a later conversation with Benny.
Andrea pushed the two cutting knives to her side, facing Jerri Cleever.
“Henry said you were a women of ... learning? What schools have been attended?”
“The Air Force Academy and Columbia.”
Benny piqued at the mention of Columbia. He had wondered of her education, but let Andrea ask the question he wanted answered.
“What was studying?”
Andrea’s tense of the verb caught Jerri a bit off.
“Uh ... History of the modern state and the philosophy of conflict.”
“Interessante. Did you write?”
“My discertation, or other papers?”
“Both?”
“Uh, wrote some research papers for the Air Force secretary’s office on the Historical Efficacy of Terrorism, as part of my post-doc at the academy.”
Benny decided to look up her papers and thesis, reflecting on the woman’s combination of scholarship and being a military pilot and being on a corporate security team. In Benny’s mind, it was not a logical progression of employments, and did not ‘add up’.
Needham, Ma - 7:10 PM, 08 November 2006
Benny was close to being emotionally devastated. He had been close to his emotional limits, not being able to bear Andrea’s tears of pain. And he had not understood the mechanics of Andrea’s physical therapy regimen. It made no sense to force her weight onto legs that were almost uncontrollable by her brain, or to stretch her limbs to extreme angles.
He slowly washed her body as she leaned against him in the bathtub, her discomfort still strong from the earlier physical therapy session.
“I do not like that therapist. I want to find another, Andy.”
“Não, meu amor. They do what doctor says.”
“Then we shall find another doctor.”
“Shhh. Segure-me.”
Benny did as Andrea asked. Dropping the wash cloth into the water, he wrapped his arms around her torso, pulling her back tightly into his front. They said nothing as they basked in the warmth from the hot water and their close bodies. After a few minutes, Benny pulled Andrea onto his lap, then extended his legs, cushioning her from the hard porcelin. Benny dropped his head onto Andrea’s shoulder.
Enveloped by Benny’s protective comforts, Andrea slipped into a nondescript somnolence; not awake, and not asleep. Benny’s mind eased away from his typical train of analytical thoughts, voiding a fully conscious state.
As their physically-altered brains entered into the other’s electro-magnetic sphere of influence, Benny pushed his mate’s mind onto the cottons surf area below Laguna Beach, California. Benny led Andrea into the blue Pacific and set her on his surf board. Without words, he paddled the board through the surf. Once outside the surf zone, they floated on the board, watching the birds, dolphins, and wind-blown bluffs.
Benny looked down at Andrea, seeing her nude form. He pressed his hardness into her back while gently cupping her breasts, still standing on the surf board. Andrea pushed back into Benny’s hard chest and hard member, wanting more.
Benny knew what Andrea wanted. Turning her around, he lifted her up, his mind enacting a virtual impaling of her in one smooth motion. He could feel what she felt. She could feel what he felt.
Andrea marveled at the ‘purity of purpose’ within Benny’s inner thoughts as they joined. Benny’s emotions were almost overwhelmed by Andrea’s intensity per her need for him. That her need was for him alone, gave Benny a new sense of security and confidence, the missing balance that his disjointed psyche had been seeking.
They remained joined. It was, technically, a virtual coitus, but they had no further thoughts as to any ultimate consummation. The joining of their virtual bodies through the mind was their ultimate act of making love.
Multiple neurotransmitters were spiked by peak production levels of dopamines, oxytocins, and serotonins. With their brains flooded with hormones, and their bodies blanked of any discomforts, Andrea and Benny joined in a virtual float over the ocean waves, while intimately coupled.
The human brain typically forces a short ‘dump’ of various chemicals at coitus termination. This delimited period of being saturated with neurotransmitters, that are laden with ‘love’ chemicals, is what nature uses to imbue behaviors that would encourage long-term pair-bonding.
There was no such short-term release for Andrea and Benny. In particular the subconscious brain feedback loops that would control the release of vasopressin-related hormones were broken and intercepted by each other’s electro-magnetic influences, a self-modified adaptation resulting from when both of their brains had found ways to route around the small areas of respective damage.
The changing electromagnetic fields barraged the electric-motive potentials of the synaptic vesicles. Resultant emitted chemicals subsequently overwhelmed the distal terminations of the lower brain axons, which were thus depleted of ‘trafficking’ proteins. Impulses within the frontal cortex and the base of the brain were no longer able to turn off the calcium channels. A second wave of connectivity spread through each respective hypothalamus, creating a greater awareness and a heightened sensitivity to each other, and to adjacent animal life.
Benny place Andrea onto their bed, as Andrea smirked when Benny did not cover her breasts with the blanket, but stopped at her waist.
“Em que nos transformamos, meu amor?”
“I am not certain. Perhaps we are a more ‘complete’ human? ... Did you feel Michelle next door?”
“Yes, my love. A menina está sozinha. She misses her man. Benny, we must tell Henry to adjust the schedule. Perhaps Brandon can be assigned with her more often.”
“I did sense a depressive mood. And you do seem significantly more sensitive to others than myself.”
“What do we tell that Marine colonel?”
Benny paused, wondering if this was anything that Stewart and that army scientist did not already have data on. He did not want further intrusion into his personal life.
“Nothing to tell, Andy. He was the one that recognized the initial onset of this condition. The only difference is our shorter period of adaptation.”
“What?”
“The army scientist said that we may, or may not, increase our ability to feel the emotive states of those we know the best, or care the most about. She said we would see gradual changes for the next fifteen to twenty months, then the sensitivity would plateau.”
“What do we do now?”
“We live our life ... I love you, Andrea Paucho.”
As Andrea cried, Benny felt her emotional damn break. At other times, her tears would have been upsetting. He was now able to determine her root emotions, so he deemed her crying to be a good thing. Benny held her as they passed into sleep, wondering if he would have the emotional stamina to take another trip through their mental landscapes. Benny was willing to try; as Andrea was worth the risk.
SIG, Needham, Ma - 9:25 AM, 18 December 2006
While cloudy, it was not inordinately cold. Andrea, had insisted on wearing a nice dress, and was also wearing her favorite full-length coat. Benny lifted her out of the company van, setting her in the wheel chair held by Michelle. Brandon waited in the driver’s seat, smiling at Benny. Benny was a bit upset that Brandon had taken a round-about route to the SIG building, then dumped them into the parking lot behind the building.
Jerri Cleever walked out the rear door of SIG to relieve Michelle.
“Good morning, Andrea. Ready for yours and Benny’s first day back?”
“Hello, Jerri. I like your pants suit. Very nice.”
Benny wondered what made that pants suit any more ‘nice’ then other such clothes. Benny sighed as he wheeled Andrea around the building to the front door, the only ADA-compliant entrance. Benny and Andrea, both with a sudden awareness of a tightly-spaced gathering of people, sensed that many were feeling excited and anxious. Benny froze his forward progress.
“Jerri ... Something is wrong. Let’s get back into the van and leave. Call Henry and tell him to lock the place down.”
“Sir, it is all under control ... Wait, ‘Something is wrong?’ Damn, you probably heard those undisciplined idiots. Told them stay quiet.”
“What!?”
“There’s a gaggle of your employees around the front door, sort of a welcome-back thing. I believe that Cindy Havershime organized it.”
“I see ... Andy, are you okay with this? We can turn around and go home.”
“Está tudo bem, my love.”
As they rounded the corner, a large and colorful welcome-back banner had been placed across the front window. There were about a dozen employees between the building and the sidewalk, spaced out by the two columns framing the entrance. As they approached the front walkway, clapping and cheering started. Benny’s attempted smile was more of a grimace, while Andrea presented a gracious smile.
Benny wheeled Andrea into his office, finding a smiling Mason Johnson waiting.
“Hello, Mason. No school today?”
“Nope. What do you think, boss?”
“Who did the work?”
“Mike, Brian, and me. The colonel wouldn’t allow any contractors in this area.”
Benny’s office had been expanded into the two adjacent, and mostly unused, storage spaces. A private area with a couch, and additional furniture had been added. The new desk and matching oak filing cabinet was, in their newness and style, were ‘unusual’ additions. It greatly contrasted with Benny’s butt-ugly, steel, government-surplus desk and the two paint-deprived steel filing cabinets behind Benny’s desk.
“Is Brian doing okay with the stairs?”
“No problem. He’s been doing great. No limp or anything.”
“Excellent.”
Benny reached for desk phone.
“Brian, would you and Henry come to my office? And please bring Doris and Harry and Robert.”
“Gotta go, boss. Doris has been doing some slave-driving.”
Mason exited the office, knowing that the SIG inner-circle was about to have a ‘big’ discussion.
Benny was uncertain as to Andrea’s tastes for an office, and not sensing anything, thus asking with uncertainty.
“You like it, Andy?”
“É muito bom, my love. You are sure?”
“I am. I love you.”
Benny and Andrea looked into the other’s eyes. It made Benny feel good, in a manner he was still unaccustomed to, that Andrea loved to look into his blue eyes, as much he loved to look into her deep-brown eyes. Benny intently focused on feeling more of Andrea, but had yet to experience their full special connection without undergoing a partial loss of the conscious state. The intense focus was broken when Harry, Brian, Doris, Robert, and Henry walked in.
“Ya know, Benny, if it weren’t for Andrea and Doris, this place would have no class at all. It sure ain’t gonna get that from you or me.”
“I would agree, Harry.”
Benny pushed Andrea’s wheel chair to behind her desk, to help set up her workspace.
“Did Nancy set up her accounts?”
“Yep. Pretty much the same as yours, except she don’t have access to your naked mathematician of the month files.”
Benny ignored his friend’s attempt at humor, but Andrea cracked a smile. As Benny worked on setting up Andrea’s two computers, he openly discussed what himself and Harry had concluded, over the past month.
“Gentlemen, if you have been listening to Harry’s economic sermons for the past several years, you know of our long-term market expectations. At this juncture, we are ready to exercise specific implementations based on these expectations. Harry, I want your brief, I and do mean brief, spiel on LIBOR versus T-Bill since the mid 1990s.”
In a rare occurrence, Harry provided a succinct synopsis of the TED-spread, and the historical effects to rates and the respective differentials for equities, commodities, and currencies.
“ ... so, in a very nutty shell, we’re at the peak, or darn close to it, for both Euro futures and treasuries. Our last two sim runs give us less than ten months. I’m guessing half that. After that, the spread collapses within another five to fifteen months. Buckle up, boys and girls. It’s gonna be a wild ride ... Benny?”
Benny and Andrea were engrossed in computer configuration. She had never before looked into the ugly underbelly of the Windows operating system, and saw why Benny preached the virtues of Unix.”
“Yo, paging Benson...”
“Give me a few ... Okay done. Gentlemen, we will lock this place down after everyone leaves for the holidays. Henry, one of your people on site at all times. Double-time for off hours, triple-time for holidays. Brian and Henry, for the foreseeable future, if they are not an employee, they do not get past the front door. And only Brian or Henry will provide authorization that would let them into the man-trap. No contract-maintenance people on the second floor. Everybody on the second floor cleans their work-space. The new stairwell fire-doors will be always secured at the first floor, no more casual visits to the second floor from employees whose work-space is on the first floor. Cleaning services will be accompanied by one of Henry’s team. What else, Henry?”
“First item. I want to submit Mason’s form for carry permits. He will be our outside cover-man. I know you do not like that, Benny, but know that Isabelle will not be part of these collateral duties, but that she will benefit from them.”
Benny sighed in resignation towards Henry, knowing that Henry’s plans always had good rationale.
“I remain opposed to my technician assisting your team, but I will concede that it is good to have him with Lizzy whenever possible ... okay, do it, Henry. What else?”
“Remind all employees of the forthcoming bonus for putting up with this. And what about Ms Havershime?”
“Thanks, forgot about her. Mynameiscindy is the exception for first-floor people, set up the access, Henry. Give her a code to the stair locks. Questions, people?”
Brian pulled his never-smoked pipe from his mouth, looking at it thoughtfully.
“Aye, Benson. What are we expecting? You have the reasons for increased security?”
“Henry? Please address that. You have done backgrounds on all present, we are all cleared to hear all of it.”
Henry nodded to Benny, sitting back into the couch, as if firming himself, for what this particular would most likely perceive as dire.
“Reason One. According to intel people, the Russians, Iranians, and North Koreans have determined that SIG-developed tools were instrumental in assisting the Justice Department to track their funding paths. At best, they will attempt to penetrate through our support personnel, to get into our systems. At worst, they may consider much more drastic actions.”
Henry was surprised that the SIG ‘inner circle’ had no adverse reaction. He thus continued.
“Reason Two. There are elements within the federal government that do not want Harry and Benny to be able to build better economic models that are much more accurate over the longer term. With brings us to...”
Henry paused to adjust the back strap to his shoulder holster. The particular rig was not preferred by the retired army officer, but was worn out of respect for Andrea and Benny, as neither were comfortable at the display of firearms.
“Reason Three. Coupled with Reason Two, the American and British intelligence communities have requested that we limit the licensing of patents. But they are a day late and a dollar short on that one, as that ship has already sailed, and other such metaphors. So we must not give the feds a good reason to plug this particular money spigot. It must be a conscious, daily effort to not bring notice to SIG or our employees.”
Henry paused to let the need for maintaining a low profile ferment in their minds.
“Reason Four. We have deeply angered local members of the New England mafia. They are not happy with the on-going and proposed re-orgs of the various governmental bodies within Norfolk County. They will most likely attempt some form of influence on SIG, probably through intimidation, and if not successful, physical violence. Questions?”
Harry sat on Benny’s desk, looking through a stack of CDs in the in-basket. He did not bother to look up as he asked his question/proposal.
“Ya know what I’m thinking, Benny?”
“No. And most of the time I would not want to know what you are thinking.”
There were smiles around the room to Benny’s rare display of sarcastic humor.
“Bite me ... I’m thinking we hire the support people that we are getting through contractors. The contractors don’t pay ‘em crap, and they work ‘em until they drop. We need to be surrounded by loyal and appreciative employees. Let’s start with offering a job to the two janitors. Then we see if we can hire that guy that we use for general maintenance.”
Benny looked to Andrea. Her simple expression gave Benny an answer to his unsaid question.
“Agreed. I will do a few hundred thousand loan to get it started. Doris and Robert can handle that. This will keep Doris from getting upset when we break the employee budget schedule.”
Harry stood away from Benny’s desk to voice another issue.
“One more thing, Benny. The farm. Let’s go ahead and buy the two surrounding properties. I know you don’t want to change it much, so we won’t, but we need a buffer. What if some developer starts buying stuff out there next to it? They’re already doing another big housing project about a mile or two south.”
Andrea and Benny exchanged another glance.
“Agreed. Doris please proceed with Robert and...”
“She’s already on it, Benson, my man. Just waiting for yours and Andrea’s go-ahead.”
Brian and Henry found it interesting that Harry was making public a statement of a never-spoken truth; of what most SIG employees had known. That Andrea Paucho was Benny’s secret sauce, his source of determination and wisdom.
SIG, Needham, Ma - 11:30 AM, 21 December 2006
Lizzy, Andrea, Doris, Benny, and Harry sat around Benny’s enlarged office drinking.
“They’re all making merry downstairs. The Christmas bonus checks put them in the right mood.”
“I would think so. So how ‘bout us, Benny?”
“Us?”
“Our bonus. Five per cent would be a nickel. Where’s our bonus check for a nickel, Doris?”
Doris, Andrea, and Lizzy exhibited a joint eye roll. Lizzy grimaced at Harry, with her own sarcasm.
“I’m not sure about that one-dollar annual salary, Mom. What’s our ROI?”
“Sush, Isabelle. Where is your man?”
“Downstairs, mom. He’s drinking beer with his military buddies. They invited me to hang with them, but I probably don’t belong. And someone has to be able to drive home.”
Benny and Andrea exchanged knowing looks. Benny waived Lizzy to sit at his desk.
“Good, then you are just burning daylight. Sit down here and be useful. Tell me why my back-up program no longer works. The log library my program uses is throwing a lot of strange exceptions ... Source is in the usual place ... I’m gonna be in the lab.”
Benny wheeled out Andrea, down the passageway, stopping at the large double doors with a Gandalf poster, keying in the access code.
“It’s not good that she separates herself from Mason’s friends.”
“Andy, Henry’s team are a people of different and unknowable experiences. Most of them have seen war ... Analyze her behavior from a different reference. Henry and myself do not discuss, in any depth, his military career. His experiences are well outside my sensibilities, and I recognize that as my limitation. I have, on occasion, listened to Brandon and Mason discuss their military experiences. And to be blunt, the stuff they find humorous is quite strange. Again, well outside my sensibilities. But I accept that, as must Lizzy.”
“You are right, my love. But Lizzy is very much in love with Mason. She wants to be able to understand all of him.”
“Do you understand all of me?”
“More than I used to.”
“It is the same for me. Lizzy and Mason are not a reasonable subject for our worries ... So, would you like to see my latest creation?”
“That little thing? It’s the size of a post-card.”
“Incredible, isn’t it? One-U height, less than eight centimeters wide and 13 centimeters long. one hundred sixty five watts. Almost 97% efficient at 230 volts input.”
“Is that good?”
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