The Unexpected
Copyright© 2025 by Technocracy
Chapter 26
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 26 - "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
Frio Regional Hospital, Pearsall, Tx
“Where ya goin’, Billy Joe?”
“Just steppin’ outside to call Benny. Mom is wrong, Benny should know before it’s too late.”
Marne grimaced at her brother’s ‘too late’ phrase. She clung to hope, regardless of the local clinician’s prognostication.
“I’m going with ya, Billy Joe ... Raul, would you stay with mom?”
Marne’s fiance nodded grimly at his woman, also in denial over the impending loss of a good man; a man that Raul de Salvo considered the best Frio County had to offer.
As they centered themselves into the large open area at the hospital’s front desk, Billy Joe waited for his brother to pick up. He knew that the number went directly to his desk, but Doris answered.
“Doris, need to speak to Harry, like real quick.”
Doris immediately recognized the urgent tone in her brother-in-law’s voice.
“Billy Joe? Is everything okay, sweety?”
“Dad’s in the hospital, and not doin’ good. Please have Harry call. I’ll wait.”
SIG, Needham, Ma
“ ... no, we will all go, Harry.”
Henry thought ill of the idea.
“I strongly recommend otherwise, Benny. We can’t have all four principles bouncing half-way across the country at this time.”
Benny nodded in partial concurrence with his security chief.
“Henry, I concur. Yes, it is a bad idea. Nonetheless, we will go with Harry and Doris. I intend to take Brian along, so I will leave Lizzy in operational control. Harry, do you agree?”
“Okay, give it to the kid. Probably can’t screw things up any worse than what we do. Let me book the first thing available outa Logan. I’ll let ya know.”
“Negative on that last, Harry.”
“What? What ya expect us to do, Henry? Drive all the way to Texas?”
“Jason and Jerri will fly you. We still have fractional ownership on the Citation. Jerri is current with the available models.”
Harry cringed at the idea of a company jet.
“We do? I never said to do that. Did ya do that, Benny?”
Doris set it straight immediately. She would not give Benny a chance to argue against use of a corporate jet.
“Of course you didn’t, baby. Andrea and myself signed the deal almost a year ago. We knew that neither you or Benny would agree to a corporate aircraft.”
“Yeah? Good idea. Di ya know that I luv ya babe? Wanna marry me?”
“You did marry me.”
“Yeah? Still wanna marry me?”
“Always, baby.”
Henry was stressed about all principals leaving the area. He had little tolerance for any emotive interferences with arranging secure transport. Henry thusly took command of logistics.
“Before we all go into diabetic comas, let’s get this moving. How long, Jerri?”
“Two to seven hours. I’ll get my skins and head out ... we’ll call you when I get an airplane set up.”
“How long can we use it?”
“Ten days. Up to thirty if we pay the extension fee.”
“I’ll call Jason.”
Norwood Memorial Field, Ma
Harry looked at the small jet sitting on the tarmac with concern, as he had zero experience with other than commercial airlines.
“What is this little jet? How much have you flown this thing much, Jerri?”
“It’s a Cessna CJ2. One of the earlier Citation models. Similar to the UC-35s that I flew in the air force. Has a better BFL, among other things.”
“I thought you flew C-130s.”
“I did. And several other aircraft.”
“And yourself, Jason?”
“I drove mostly rotary-wing aircraft. 53s and 64s and 47s. Although I did run around the ‘stan in C-12s for several weeks.
Harry had no idea what either Jerri or Jason were referencing. Benny and Harry both remained circumspect about the whole corporate jet thing. They said nothing as they boarded the sleek and narrow aluminum tube while Brian stowed their bags.
McKinley Field, Pearsall, Tx
Benny looked down at the small general aviation airport with concern as the Cessna jet turned from a long 45 degree base leg to final approach. After the wheels kissed the asphalt, Harry and Benny visibly relaxed, cased their laptop computers and accepted suitcases and clothes bags as Brian handed them out of the small storage area.
After Jason lowered the air steps, Andrea and Doris stepped down onto the concrete ramp, immediately feeling the radiated heat and stifling humidity. Andrea recognized an older version of the girl she had first met at the wedding of Doris and Harry years ago. She had grown into a taller and more confident version of her teenage self.
Marne Spoons rushed up to greet Doris with a long hug, then repeating a shorter hug with Andrea.
“A late congrats, Andrea. Good to see that Benny finally tied the knot. How y’all doin’?”
“We are well, Marne. Have you set a date?”
“No. But we...”
As Harry stepped onto the concrete ramp, his little sister lept into his arms.
“Hey there, little bit. How’s my favorite sister?”
Marne did not directly answer. She just held onto her oldest brother for a few seconds before she was able to reply.
“It’s not good, Harry. Mom ain’t doing well either ... and I wanted dad to walk me down the aisle...”
As his sister burst into tears, Harry tightened his grip around his little sister. Benny put his hand on Harry’s shoulder, then removed his slung baggage, carrying it to the waiting vehicles, allowing Harry to keep his arms around his sister.
Benny was collared by Harry’s brother after loading the luggage onto the three trucks. Billy Joe extended his hand to Benny.
“Benny, good to see ya.”
“It is good to see you again, Billy Joe. Although I wished the conditions were different. I do not mean to intrude, but I took the liberty to fly in a cardiac specialist from Houston tomorrow morning. I am hoping that an expert’s consultation might reveal an alternate outcome to your father’s condition.”
“Appreciate that, Benny. Uh, congrats on ya gettin’ hitched.”
“Thank you. Are you and your sister well? Let us know if there is anything that I can do for your family.”
“Nah, just bringing my brother and his lady is all we need. But thanks.”
“How is the ranching business?”
“Keeping it in the black. Ain’t gonna get rich, but we’re doin’ a heckofa lot better than most folks these days.”
“That is good.”
A young woman drove a Chevy Suburban onto the ramp. As she exited, her slender height and self-assured gate was not unnoticed. Anyone seeing her work boots, ragged hat, and work-faded jeans would know that she was not a ‘pretender’.
“Benny, this is Lucinda Martinez. She’s gonna drive you and your wife to the ranch. We got the guest house set up for y’all. I’m gonna get Harry to the hospital.”
“Your hospitality is appreciated, but I made reservations for some rooms at the La Quinta Inn. To be precise, it is my intention to talk to your drop point, so I would appreciate an introduction. And we will all have a meeting at a later date.”
“Got ya covered, Benny. I’ll call ya after I take Doris and Harry to the hospital.”
The top floor of the La Quinta Inn contained five large suites. Benny had rented all five suites to commandeer the floor. As Lucy Martinez dropped off Andrea’s baggage, she noted the unusually stocky man, with unlit pipe in his mouth, as he methodically went into each room with two electronic devices, then returned to Benny.
“Did not find but a wee signal, Benson.”
“Show me ... Okay, looks like a local AM radio station that got bounced and bent around these buildings. Which suite will you and Jason require, Brian?”
“The two afar, next to the elevator and stairs.”
“So I should take that one?”
“That be true, Benson. Also, please make your meet in my suite.”
“I will call you when Billy Joe and the sherrif arrange the meetings. We will all rest a while. It may be a long night ... Ms Martinez, if you do not require anything of me, I thank you for your support. If you are allowed to say such, what is the condition of the Spoons family members?”
Lucinda Martinez, typical of many south Texans, spoke a bastard Spanish, with a slight southern tick that only a linguist would recognize, or someone with a keen ear, such as Andrea.
“Billy Joe said it was cool to talk ... I’m gonna say that Mrs Spoons is in denial. Her Husband’s death could throw her off the horse. As for Billy Joe and Marne, they’re good people. They’re strong and know what’s gonna happen. Heard what ya said to Billy Joe. Thank you for that, Doctor Harrison. Good to see Harry has good friends up in that place.”
Benny did not miss that the manner in which the young woman had referred to New England as ‘that place’. He also wondered of her relationship with Billy Joe.
“How long have you known Billy Joe?”
“Since high school. Went to the same program at the local college. He hired me almost three years ago. He’s a damn good man, Doctor Harrison. Maybe not MIT educated and all that like Harry, but he’s the best.”
“Call me Benny. Have a good day, Ms Martinez.”
After the woman exited down the stairwell, of which Benny took notice, he further instructed Brian.
“Brian, please request that Henry do a BI, same as the report done on Marne’s fiance.”
“Aye, Benson. Tis a good idea.”
Andrea stood in the open doorway of the suite watching the conversations.
“Why, my love?”
“Did you not feel it, Andy? I believe the woman is in love with Billy Joe.”
“I did. Not for us, my love.”
Andrea did not like feeling Benny’s stress from assuming other’s problems. She pulled her husband inside their hotel suite, to join in both mind and body.
SIG, Needham, Ma -
Lizzy looked at the software ‘engineer’, considering him a wanna-be, an engineer in title only. Her gaze was a mix: a tinge of pity, but mostly the cold stare of disdain, of which Lizzy made no effort to mask.
“ ... no, you cannot do that. Pointers can hang around in all sorts of places. Dynamically determining if a pointer is valid at any point is not possible in any reasonable time; you know, P vs NP. Also, segfaults only occur after memory is returned to the operating system, or in this case, for Unix, is otherwise marked as protected. So you have no guarantee what will happen when an object is freed. In any case, per the compiler spec for the data types in this particular struct, it would be an undefined behavior ... One more thing, the next strcopy or strncopy I see in your code will get you forcefully ejected from the building...”
“But Doctor Harrison has demonstrated that to be memory-safe if verified with his static analyzer.”
“Not really. Benny’s turbo-charged version of Lint is OS-free; that is, it only detects the stuff that is independent of an operating system, and he uses it only for static analysis of his micro-controller code and device drivers. But staying the the subject, the other part of this declaration you made here is implementation-dependent, and we don’t allow that shit in any SIG production-phase repository.”
“But his build notes in the revision-control files state otherwise.”
“Yeah, let me tell you something about Benny’s RCS. He’s piping curl into BASH to make an ad-hoc language-independent toolchain. It’s how he hosts our repository, and it’s a really bad idea. What makes it really problematic is that we cannot know if his notes match the current code state. We will not depend on embedded comments or the respective markup files.”
“Why?”
The programmer reminded Lizzy of a four-year child questioning everything and anything. Thusly responding as an adult would to a child.
“Because I say so. And because I’m gonna move every last piece of our shit outa SVN and into Git. Anyway, back to the point of this session. My policy is to always allow code, during testing phase, to crash on unhandled exceptions ... and NEVER, like fucking ever, to allow production code to crash on exceptions. If you allow unhandled exceptions in a commit, I will have our security team throw you out of the building.”
The man could not let loose of his poorly-supported methods. He continued to offer non-solutions.
“Much of this system-interface complexity could be avoided by not requiring a statically-compiled object file with no dependencies. Why can’t this be done in Python? There are many proven libs supporting this modality of functions.”
Lizzy looked at the thirty-something govie programmer, wondering if he really was that stupid. She figured that he was, in fact, that stupid, thus providing a detailed explanation.
“This modality of functions? First, just because a language uses a garbage collector doesn’t mean it’s memory-safe. Second, do you really need to ask? Look at the jitter spec, it’s fucking three microseconds after a five hundred nanosecond window, and our control-loop vectors have a virtual bandwidth of twelve Megahertz. So what does that tell you about system response time? How do you sync and track and handle an external dependency if libc files are not static and embedded within the main, but are in a separate ‘so’ file? Not to mention that it probably has dependency issues that won’t be tracked in the repo.”
“I ... uh, I don’t really know. Timing is that important?”
Lizzy considered the question to be self-evident, briefly wondering if she was being trolled. But she reminded herself of Harry’s edict to never underestimate the ignorance of a government employee, begrudgingly answering the over-educated idiot.
“The control-loop response blanks past four hundred kilohertz. The trade monitor, at twelve meg, gives us a Nyquist-based sync time under a five hundred nano seconds. And you want to use a non-deterministic duck-typing interpreter? Not to mention Python’s hard-coded mutex that locks you into a single thread. What planet are you from?”
The government employee squirmed under the disdainful stare of the brilliant and young computer scientist. He was relieved when she declared that the day’s session was done and stomped out of the conference room. The other four government employees avoided eye contact with the shamed ‘engineer’, thankful that he had been the one the bear the brunt of their collective incompetence.
Carla’s Restaurant, Needham, Ma
The restaurant dinner patrons puzzled of the four reserved tables along the north wall. The dozen or so patrons noted when three attractive women walked in, without being seated, and headed directly to one of the four reserved tables. Angela and Lizzy sat across the table from Michelle. Michelle always sat with her back to the wall. A waiter immediately followed the women in, placing settings for the three. He quickly returned with three beers.
“You made it through the first week without punching anyone. That’s quite an accomplishment for you.”
Angela’s Jamaican-flavored laughter was her musical response for Michelle’s back-handed complement to Lizzy. Turning towards Lizzy in a mock-conspiratorial manner, Angela added her ‘sincere’ advice.
“I’m saying you don’t hold back, girl. Let loose. Smash one right into their face.”
Lizzy smiled at Angela, retorting the same.
“Mike said that you almost punched out those two govie techs before you walked out of the lab ... Michelle, just what the fuck does Stewart want us to do with these idiots?”
“I have a few theories, none of which make any sense. But why do you care? SIG is raking in the bucks running our little school for wayward govie techies. Doris said this is easy money.”
“Yeah, easy for her. All she does is cash the check and put the numbers into the accounting system. Angie and me are doing all the heavy lifting ... Speaking of which, I need a spotter tonight.”
“Angela waved her beer bottle to Lizzy. I’ll do it. I don’t like you, but I’ll do it.”
“I don’t like you either.”
The three women broke open with laughter as they clinked their beers to each other.
SIG, Needham, Ma
Lizzy walked out of the shower stall, finding Angela drying her hair. Lizzy’s eyes swept over the woman’s form, realizing that their builds were similar, excepting their aft assemblies. A brief vision flashed in Lizzy’s mind’s eye of what Mason had probably done with that full body. She pushed away the thought when Angela complimented Lizzy on her workout.
“Damn, girl. You were doing forty kilo reps like there was no tomorrow. And your form was good for the clings. How long have you been at sixty kilos?”
“About two weeks.”
“I wouldn’t go much more.”
“Yeah, Mister Kim warned me about that; as did Benny.”
“Tell me about Doc Harrison.”
“Tell you what? Benny is a good man, he married my mom, and he routinely makes her take the Lord’s name in vain. That’s about it.”
“No, what I meant is, what it was like growing up with him?”
“He was my best friend at the time ... and probably still is ... anyway, Benny protected me from others, and from myself. He was, and is, my mentor.”
“Was he always that intense and focused? Is that where you got your intensity?”
“What is this? Twenty questions? ... Yes, he has always had a laser focus, always pursuing well-defined goals; even more so when he was at MIT. If it were not for my mom and his working in her store, I don’t think that he would have done anything other than run, work out, and do school. Did I get that from him? I guess. But I know one thing - I do have to consciously try to not emulate his mannerisms.”
Angela did a quick once-over as Lizzy dropped her towel to get dressed.
“Damn, girl. With a bod like that, I don’t see how Mason ever got through school, with all that as distraction.”
Lizzy was suddenly engulfed with thoughts of the ways Mason utilized his strength for a gentle touch. The thoughts produced overwhelming waves of emotions. As her tears streamed down her face, Angela pulled Lizzy into the soft warmth of her body, hoping to somehow extract the emotional pain out of Lizzy.
Angela wondered about the ring dangling from the gold chain. She could feel the hard press of metal and diamond into her bare boobs.
Pearsall, Tx
Pete La Cruz, along with his daughter Maria, were somewhat impressed with the faux-posh sophistication of the hotel’s executive suites. Most Pearsall natives had no idea of the fancy digs on the top floor of the hotel.
“Mister La Cruz, thank you for coming to see me. We have cold beer and water in the refrigerator. Or I can order something.”
Pete La Cruz regarded Benson Harrison and his attractive wife; the man that had been frequently and openly discussed by locals, as Harry Spoons’ business partner and fellow multi-millionaire. The community knew that the two men had re-shaped the regional power structure.
Benny placed beers in front of Mr La Cruz and his daughter. He motioned for them to settle in as Benny readied his laptop.
“I understand that yourself and Ms La Cruz are the only two Mission Title employees that know the location?”
“Sir, we are the only two people, period, that know of the location.”
“Very Well. And have you received the encryption keys?”
“Billy Joe never gave anything to me after I used the USB thumb-drive to encrypt it, then destroy the originals.”
Benny’s use of this ‘passive’ interrogation did not fly with Pete La Cruz, and he called Benny on it.
“Doctor Harrison, I am not a fool. You do not have to test the integrity of me or my daughter. I did not deviate from Harry Spoons’ instructions. What is the nature of this visit?”
“Which company officers have access to the safe at your title company, or to your drawers at the Frio County Federal Credit Union?”
“Myself, of course, Maria, and Calley North.”
When Benny nodded to Brian, he quickly scribbled some notes.
“I will open an account at the credit union, and establish a ten million line of credit for your brokerage. This account will allow named access for yourself and Ms La Cruz. You will administer this account per the instructions of only two people, Harry and myself.”
“And the purpose of this account?”
“Electoral influence, and community assistance and charity. Harry has a few people in mind for the coming Dilley and Pearsall school district boards, and he would like to keep the current sherrif in office.”
“I see. And if I do not agree with these actions?”
“That, sir, is part of your job. If you have a good reason to think that these monies would not benefit the community per our directives, then it would fall on you provide an explanation to Harry.”
“In that case, I would have no problems with administering your accounts. What is the purpose of the credit line?”