The Unexpected
Copyright© 2025 by Technocracy
Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - "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
Needham, Ma -- 14 November 1998
Although the sky was clear, and the wind was light, per Benny’s (southern California) standards, it was too cool to sit outside when under 18C. Throughout the late summer and early fall, the Saturday Dungeons and Dragons sessions had become a neighborhood attraction, a spectator sport, played in front of the store, or within the store, in allowance for weather conditions. To the amusement of the locals, Benny wore a heavy jacket whenever the temperature dropped below 21C.
The ‘games’ attracted the young and old of the surrounding neighborhoods that were served by Andrea’s market. Dr Hendersen had told Benny and Harry that making their quests public were a ‘civic duty’. Mrs O’Leary and Andrea Paucho delighted in being social. To his credit, Benson Harrison remained quiet, not expressing discomfort from his dislike for the gathered crowds and resultant socialization from the ‘open’ games. More importantly, Benny did not like the stressors to Lizzy from the gatherings.
Six adults and one child were seated at two tables that had been pushed together, in front of Andrea’s market. Benny was isolated, to one end of the two tables, his back to the store, front and facing all others, with his dungeon master boards propped up. Lizzy sat quietly, close to Benny’s right side, oft touching him.
Benny caught Lizzy’s eyes, then pointed to his scenario on the divided table with a shortened smirk. Lizzy flashed a brief, almost pained smile, acknowledging the coming fate of the group.
“ ... what!? That’s bull crap. Total crap.”
Benny reminded Harry of the ‘No Whiners’ rule. Harry responded with a harrumph, probably muted by Doris squeezing his hand.
Dr Hendersen smiled at Benny’s clever dungeon master treachery, then forwarding the issue unto the most senior member of the quest, such that it all fell upon her. Doc Hendersen had never used the Advanced Dungeons & Dragons 2nd Ed, so that much of Benny’s machinations were unexpected, as the D&D combat system had incurred significant changes.
“It is up to you, Mrs O’Leary. Do your worst, madame.”
“My liege, I shall roll the forfeit for an armor in exchange for...”
The old lady had a viscously sharp mind effecting brilliant and creative strategies. Benny had made it a point to bring the woman into his apartment each day, where Benny’s afternoons and evenings were spent with Lizzy by his side. Knowing that the child needed exposure to a special type of wisdom, Benny wanted Mrs O’Leary to provide what was available only through her years of living and survival of the unimaginable.
Benny pulled out his Combat & Tactics book from beneath the table. He had Doc Henderson roll, then Doris, then Andrea. Lizzy laughed out loud at her mother’s roll, as Andrea had sacrificed the armor for a skill level, regardless of Mrs O’Leary’s advice. Lizzy’s short roll of laughter was an unexpected pleasure to Andrea and Benny.
“Benson Harrison, you are a man of profoundly evil imagination. And Mrs O’Leary, you play with a creative brilliance. Who will do the next one?”
“Do not know, doc. How about yourself? You have not been DM for at least a year.”
“Sorry, Benson. My schedule will be quite the mess for the next four or five months. If I may be so bold, may I suggest our charming Madame O’Leary?”
“Mrs O’Leary? Do you want to DM?”
“I don’t ... Why not? I shall do it. I will need your books and your advice, Benson.”
“Of course.”
As the players cleared off the two tables, the surrounding neighborhood spectators slowly disbursed. Except a man, early to mid thirties, dressed in business casual, not known to the group a neighborhood resident.
“Mister Harrison, may I have a few minutes of your time, sir?”
When Lizzy moved back from the table and into Benny, Benny quickly stood, placing himself between the unknown man and Lizzy.
“Who are you?”
“I am Robert S. Northrup, Attorney At Large for Smally, Askew, and Delaney.”
Harry was first with the sarcasm.
“So you’re a ‘SAD’ lawyer?”
“Shut up, Harry. Andrea, please take Lizzy inside ... What do you want, sir?”
“My employer specializes in corporate law, and I further specialize in intellectual property, and am licensed for patent and trademark and copyright issues.”
“Interesting, but that does not answer the question.”
“Of course, sir. My apologies. Did you know that the PTO has received over two thousand requests for prints of your second filing, and over one thousand for the first?”
Benny shrugged, showing no interest, mostly because he had no desire for most aspects of business law or the byzantine labrinyth that passed for the machinations of the state and federal governments; as that had always been the domain of Matthew Goldstein.
“We would like to help you protect your intellectual property and to grow your company.”
Harry knew where this was going. Harry concluded that the mas was, yet another, shark that smelled blood in the water. He was too impatient to allow his friend to handle this.
“Yeah? Big freaking deal. We got a lawyer. He’s the guy that wrote all of our stuff that got filed at the PTO. What are y’all gonna do that our lawyer can’t?”
“Actually, my employer was contacted by Mister Goldstein.”
Harry was stunned into silence. Benny paused at the name-drop, not believing that Matthew Goldstein would make any such arrangement without informing the LLC members.
“I see. Tell you what, sir. Let us go into the store while I call my lawyer.”
“He would not be available.”
“What? Did his firm fire him?”
“They did not. He is at the UCI medical center. He had a heart attack the previous week.”
“What!? How is Matthew? I need to talk to ... Crap, I do not know who the heck to talk to now...”
“Matthew and I talked on Thursday. We talked again this morning.”
“How is he?”
“I am not certain of Matthew’s condition. He will go into surgery tomorrow morning, Sunday.”
“Damn. Damn. Damn ... Harry, get Doc Sorensen. and get Doc Hendersen back here. The LLC board has to have an official meeting. Mister Northrup, can you stick around for a while?”
Andrea closed the store for the use of the four principles of Scientific Investment Group, LLC. In part because of her long and burning curiosity as to the scope of Benson Harrison’s and Harold Spoons’s brain-child.
The lawyer did not understand the basis for stress of the two young academics. His reviews had indicated they had substantial liquidity, and had secured all rights to their IP, and his firms financial analysis predicted that the small company was on their way to a 7-figure net. In the opinion of Robert Northrup’s law firm, there was nothing but an increasing upside per the current economic climate.
“ ... and how would you know that, sir?”
“Matthew’s firm has forwarded all financials to my firm. I took the liberty of conducting an in-house review by our forensic auditor.”
“So Mister Goldstein wants your people to take over? ... Wait, forensic auditor? You think Goldstein was doing illegal stuff?”
“Certainly not. It is simply that our in-house CPA specializes in this field. There are times in corporate law that this is required. As for the west-coast legal group, unless otherwise directed, they will continue Matthew as attorney of record for the single issue pending before the California Superior Court, while I will represent and advise for the conduct of your LLC.”
Harry beat Benny to the punch, getting to the point.
“So we got two packs of legal guys doing our stuff. How much is this gonna cost?”
“I am not certain.”
“Give us a guess, then. About double?”
“We do not view this in absolute terms of hourly costs per services. There will be no billable hours, or any such accounting. The hard work has, largely, been done. Matthew Goldstein’s work is wholly competent, and his notes are complete.”
The lawyer paused to extract a small stack of composition books from his brief, pulling one, then paging to find his ‘To Do’ list. Benny glimpsed the cover of the hard-bound composition book, labeled ‘Genius LLC’. Benny was somewhat amused, as he recalled Clarke’s third law.
“As for issues pending, we have Andrea Paucho and Doris Sotherly for non-principal admittances. I have started on the admittance for Ms Paucho, but we are recommending that any legal relationship with the immediate family of Daniel Sotherly be segregated and postponed.”
Andrea suppressed a slight gasp, wondering what Benny had been planning. She had been careful to not hold fast to any hopes of a permanent relationship with Benny, but this opened a new hope for such. Andrea’s over-bearing hope, however irrational, was that Benson Harrison did love her.
“Okay, so you will need a retainer or something?”
“No, sir. But compensation, it is what my firm would like to discuss.”
“So say it. What is your peoples’ rate?”
“To be direct sir, we will not offer a rate. As mentioned, we do not propose the conventional billable hours. We are asking one per cent of the gross. Your incorporation would be assigned full-time designates, for both legal and accountancy.”
“Not going to give a piece of our company to anyone, Mister Northrup. And if my designs fails to adapt to the coming changes, you people could end up doing a lot of stuff for free. If my designs are successful and they scale, you people will be getting, at best, about one hundred thousand a year, and for not doing much of anything.”
“To be honest, Mister Harrison, we were projecting a half million a year.”
The four principles of the LLC sat back in their chairs, stunned with the lawyer’s prognostication. Benny pushed aside financials, wanting to return to the issue of the scumbag brother of Doris.
“What about the criminal issues with the Sotherly boy?”
“The chief of staff for the Massachusetts Attorney General has assigned a liaison to my firm. We are watching it closely, and are confident that Daniel Sotherly will be convicted and most likely serve time in state prison. On that subject, has Mrs Paucho considered seeking compense through tort? We have found real assets, within Massachusetts, that belong to various Sotherly trusts.”
Benny was uncertain whether to be impressed about the amount of unpaid work that had been done by the ‘SAD’ firm in a short interval.
“That is interesting ... How about we take a break from company business? I will find Andrea. She’s the only only that can decide that.”
“I am over here, Benny.”
Andrea poked her head up from behind the fresh meat counter. Benny realized that she had heard the proceedings, then shrugged, deciding it was of no consequence.
“Andy, do you want to squeeze some money out of those rich scumbags?”
“I don’t know, Benny. What do you think?”
“That is what I am asking you. Come here and sit down. Talk to this man.”
Andrea quickly buttoned up her blouse. Benny had no idea how her shirt had become unbuttoned. He could not imagine the physical mechanics that would cause such an inadvertent motion, with the required force and energy. As she approached, Benny realized that she no longer was wearing a bra. Benny determined that it must be uncomfortable for a woman of ample breasts to wear constricting underwear and other restraining clothing. Benny thought no further of the subject as Andrea pulled on a sweater, hiding said subject matter.
“I will submit your counter-offer, Mister Harrison. Mrs Paucho, I will submit your requests to my firm, but you will have to retain my firm as an action separate from the corporate issues of SIG.”
The lawyer gathered his multitude of documents and notes, methodically reorganizing, then packing them into his large brief case. The lawyer stood with a formal manner.
“Doctor Henderson, Doctor Sorensen, and Mister Spoons, it was good to meet all of you. This is the most unexpected and interesting group that I have served. Good day, Mister Harrison.”
The four principles of the LLC, and Andrea, watched the lawyer exit the store, seriously doubting their new reality. Harry was the first to express the unsaid.
“Ya think we’re being scammed, Benny?”
“It is possible. He does appear to be legitimate. In any case, we need to hold fast until we can talk to Matthew Goldstein.”
“Agreed, Benson. But how will we contact someone that will soon undergo surgery?”
“Don’t know, doc ... Harry? Want to go to California?”
“No. And we do not have the time to go across the country.”
“We probably do not have the time. I do not care. Too much is owed to Mister Goldstein. I am going. Doctor Sorensen, could I impose upon you to teach the next two or three sessions of my physics class?”
“I will, Benson. When are you leaving?”
“As soon as I can get a flight out of Logan.”
“Allow me, Benson. I will call the MIT travel office.”
“Thanks, doc. But I know a local travel agent.”
When the corporate board departed the store, Benny moved the remaining chairs and tables inside, secured the awning, turned the sign, and re-locked the front entrance to the store. Andrea was waiting for him with her shirt unbuttoned.
“When will you leave, Benny?”
“Cannot know yet. I will have to call the travel agent. Maybe a late flight tonight.”
Andrea turned off the main store lighting before removing her sweater and blouse.
“Why don’t you wait until the morning, Benny?”
Benny took notice of the slow sway of her breasts pushing aside the unbuttoned sweater and blouse, thinking that the encumbrance mode, the materials, and the structural performance of brassiere need much more thought and better designs to support breasts such as those of Andrea Paucho.
“You have an excellent body, Andy. It affects me greatly, but I do need to make this call ... And Andy, perhaps I shall not leave until tomorrow morning...”
UCI Medical Center, Orange, Ca -- 17 November 1998
The antiseptic smell permeated the private room. Benny waited for his lawyer to awake as he scanned out the window, seeing nothing but a sea of suburban sprawl.
“Benson? You are still here?”
“How do you feel, sir?”
“Like someone beat on me with a sledge hammer. But at least I avoided major surgery.”
“Rob said that you are a guinea pig for a new drug.”
“Yes, it is called Lovastatin. I have received several lectures on diet and other such lifestyle changes.”
“Rob said as much last night. Then he proceeded to make me a delicious plate of tacos.”
The irony was not lost on the lawyer as he smiled at his charge, then turned serious.
“Why are you still here, young man? You have important studies and research to complete.”
“Screw that stuff, it can wait ... Mister Goldstein, I was, briefly, in a state of panic when that Northrup guy told me about you. I need you, sir. I have never needed anyone else. There is no one else ... I am...”
“Benson, please, don’t ... I am doing fine, and if this new wonder-drug does everything they purport, then this is a temporary condition.”
“Then why did you call Northrup? We do not need them. And he wants a lot of my money for what you guys are doing for less ... Damn, maybe I am under-paying your firm? What can I do to...”
“Benson, again, please. Let us pause this navel gazing and second guessing. You are a man of logic and reason. I have every confidence in your judgment and of Bob Northrup’s firm.”
Benny stepped closer to his long-time lawyer, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.
“But why, sir? Why another lawyer?”
“Because my firm is being acquired by a much larger firm based out of Los Angeles and San Francisco. It is my belief that they may not exercise the same ethical standards as my current employer.”
“Will you work for them?”
“I will not, but they do not know. To be clear and honest, I am hoping that they will terminate my contract.”
“That is interesting. Why?”
“My contract contains a golden handshake clause.”
“Then stay with me, Mister Goldstein. Please, sir. Be my lawyer, be my truth.”
“I intend to, but you need young and aggressive representation that is local to the Boston area, and that has the resources of a full-sized firm.”
“If you say so, but can they be trusted?”
“No more than any other lawyer.”
Bennny and Matthew smiled to each other, as Benny held the hand not plugged into the IV stand. The lawyer was winding down, returning to sleep when Goldstein’s long-term mate walked in to hospital room.
Robby Anders noted his lover’s asleep condition, pointing for Benny to exit the room.
“Did you ask him, Benny?”
“I did. You were correct. I should have known, as he has never done anything without a good reason.”
“I wouldn’t say that. Matty was quite the wild man in his undergrad years.”
“Really!? This is something you will have to tell me about.”
“Perhaps later. Benny, I want to thank you so much for coming all this way to seem Matty. You don’t know how he treasures you. It was good for him to see you.”
“He was my father’s lawyer, and has known me since I was about fourteen ... Rob, do you believe the doctors? Will he get better?”
“I do. I called in two other cardiologists to consult; they concurred and emphasized he has no, otherwise, mitigating factors.”
“I told him what I told you last night, about how much I need him. Was I wrong to tell him?”
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