Forever Yours
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Chapter 51: Never Here
HENRY CALLED GERMAINE and had her take him home. It would still be a long time before he was able to drive and he wasn’t going to rush it. In fact, he didn’t really have an interest in getting behind the wheel. He liked having Germaine as his driver and the added level of security he felt when she was around.
It was only the middle of the afternoon and Lisa rushed downstairs to greet him when she heard him arrive. They’d installed a security system in the house with Ray’s help and entry required a code as well as a key.
“Honey! You’re home early. Where’s Chastity?” Lisa asked as she reached him and gave him a kiss.
“Still at the office,” Henry said.
“I’ll go back and bring her home when she’s ready,” Germaine said.
“Thank you, Germaine. We really appreciate you,” Lisa said.
Germaine left and Henry asked for Lisa’s help getting upstairs to their bedroom. He silently undressed and lay down on the bed. Lisa was supposed to still be at work in the other room and he waved her away, saying he just needed to rest a while. Two cats curled up beside him.
When she’d left, Henry pulled his computer from his bag and went to work. Phase I of his anti-Reeves project was completed. The bastard was dead. He set parameters for his next search and used his personal AI to execute it. Then he went to sleep.
The cats purred.
“Are you okay, Henry?” Lisa asked when Chastity got home and joined her. This time, both women were naked and lay on either side of him in the bed. Henry woke up to their loving caresses.
“He’s dead,” Henry said flatly.
“What?” Lisa asked.
“Who?” Chastity said at the same time.
“Reverend Daniel Reeves of the Sword of the Spirit Evangelical Church,” Henry responded. “Nathan told me this afternoon. He’s dead.”
Lisa and Chastity glanced at each other and then focused on Henry. Tears were leaking from his eyes. At last, Lisa said what they’d all been thinking.
“Did you kill him?”
She expected the standard response, “Don’t know. Don’t care.” But Henry was silent as he wept.
At long last, he looked into his wife’s eyes and hoarsely said, “Yes.”
It was a conversation with many long pauses as each carefully considered all the implications. It was Chastity who broke the silence.
“Good. I feel safer already.”
“You protect us,” Lisa said. “Having you is like having ten Germaines. No one protects us like you do. You are our fortress.”
The women attempted to rouse Henry’s desire, but even though he returned their caresses and their kisses, he didn’t rise to the occasion.
“You haven’t left town,” Lisa finally said. “Did you program a robot to do the deed?”
“He committed suicide,” Henry said.
“That can scarcely be because of you,” Chastity said.
“I haunted him. I programmed an AI bot to find and expose every detail of his sordid life. The one thing he stayed clear of was unholy sex. I think he would have been a better man if he’d gotten laid now and then. What he didn’t stay clear of was his love of money and power. He embezzled millions from the church he founded and funneled most of it to the hackers who attempted to take down Pythia Speaks. I had the AI monitor them, as well, and halted every new attempt to attack us before it was launched. When the Feds uncovered the embezzlement and fraud, since the bulk of his funds came in from online donations in several states, the congregation removed him from the pulpit of his own church. When all his money was gone and the FBI uncovered his connection to the Russian hackers, they accused him of cyberterrorism. They went to the mansion to arrest him and found him with his brains blown out in his private chapel.”
Henry had not been satisfied with Nathan’s report. When he was home in bed, he hacked into the investigation files which hadn’t been released to the public as yet. The first wave of news stories from the ultra-conservative religious press had already surfaced, blaming the entire enterprise on the Russians and claiming he’d been killed by thugs sent to the United States to attack him and silence his evangelical message.
“It can’t be blamed on you,” Lisa said. “He brought it all on himself.”
“I used Forever Yours,” Henry said.
“What?” Chastity asked. “How?”
“I had the AI search out every shred of evidence and record of his life, just as if it was a singularity. Every horrid nasty breath he took.”
“You’re not going to release that, are you?” Lisa asked.
“No. I’m going to erase him. Over the next few months, every scrap of data that remains of him will be erased. Nothing will be left. Even the records at the FBI and the burial site will be expunged. It will be like he never existed.”
They let that bit of news sink in.
“Not Forever Yours, but Never Here,” Chastity finally whispered.
They were solemn for the rest of the day, dinner, and the night. Henry had done all this on his own to protect them. But the data that led to the preacher’s death had been hidden from Lisa and Chastity.
He’d made them accessories to his erasure of the memory.
Though the night of the confession was somber, the rest of the month of November was filled with sex at every opportunity. It was an attempt to affirm their commitment to each other in the face of the drastic news. Nor was the sex confined to trying to get Lisa pregnant, though that was often the case. Henry loved both women equally and they spent a lot of time loving each other.
For Henry, what he’d managed to do with Forever Yours was not what the program was designed to do, but it pointed out to him some of the flaws in the software. Some of the AI-based revelations about Daniel Reeves had been what the AI deduced he would have done in certain situations. What was a selling point for the program was revealed as a weakness. When the AI did not have literal data to answer a question, it made things up based on the type of person the data revealed. Just like most AIs did.
Henry began investigating ways to limit what the AI could generate beyond the literal words of the subject.
“Answer the question ‘What is the best internet security solution?’ as if you were Abraham Lincoln responding,” Henry posed to a popular chat AI.
Of course, Abraham Lincoln had no context with which to answer such a question, but the chat program returned, “The only online security you need is to post the absolute truth and to post it perfectly.—Abraham Lincoln”
In looking up quotes by Abraham Lincoln, Henry found elements of the response, but there was simply no way Abraham Lincoln could have even imagined the necessity for online security. He posed the same question to his grandfather’s Forever Yours and discovered an equally preposterous quote, attributed to Henry Kenneth Pascal, a man who had died long before the present popularity of the internet or its risks.
Something had to be done to limit the made-up responses of the program.
It also reminded Henry to cross-check to see if anything on his own data wall was actually scraped from information about his grandfather. Henry’s middle name was Dremel, his mother’s maiden name. But the AI could have scraped ambiguous references to his grandfather. The development was far from over.
Having spent a day puzzling over the problem, Henry had Germaine take him and Chastity home, where they dragged a willing Lisa to bed before dinner.
Germaine joined Henry’s parents with Lisa and Chastity for Thanksgiving dinner. Lisa had promised to spend the following weekend in Baton Rouge with Chastity. Lisa would need to attend meetings in the office on Thursday and Friday, but Chastity would work remotely.
They weren’t anticipating the news that awaited them between the two weekends.
Chastity’s birthday was Tuesday. Lisa and Henry planned a special night out to one of her favorite restaurants. Then they planned to bring her home and double team her until she couldn’t come any more.
They’d all agreed that birthday presents should be modest and not extravagant. For Lisa’s twenty-second birthday in September, they’d had a special dinner catered in so Henry didn’t need to have Germaine haul them around. Henry had given her two tickets to a dance company that she especially liked, and she’d taken Chastity to the show while Henry’s parents visited.
They hadn’t really discussed what the gift for Chastity would be on her birthday, but Henry left it to Lisa to determine it. Once they were home from the restaurant, Lisa gave Chastity a long slim package that might have held a necklace.
It didn’t.
It was a white device that looked almost like an electric thermometer, but had a cover over the end.
“What is this?” Chastity asked, puzzled. She pulled the cap off to look at what was inside. In a small window above an open slot, the word ‘pregnant’ appeared. “Oh, my Goddess!” she cried out. She handed Henry the EPT and he understood what it meant immediately.
“It’s been six weeks since my last period. I decided to take a chance and test,” Lisa said. “We’re going to have a baby!”
Henry and Chastity fell to worshiping Lisa’s fertile body, but she soon redirected the efforts to Chastity’s birthday sex. Chastity had become so turned on by Lisa’s news that her juices were flowing as Henry lapped them up and Lisa kissed her deeply. When Henry moved up to slot his cock into Chastity, Lisa straddled her face and Chastity had two of her favorite things happening at once. It also gave Henry a chance to deeply kiss his wife while playing with both her and Chastity’s breasts and pumping into their maîtresse.
As soon as he’d come, he backed up so Lisa could lean forward in a 69 with Chastity and both women mounted to a resounding climax. They cuddled and kissed, exclaiming over the good news, then started over with a new series of positions, Chastity riding Henry’s mouth as Lisa rode his cock.
Isobel would have been furious had she known Lisa was pregnant and experiencing none of the nausea or other side effects she had endured. By mid-December, everyone knew Isobel was obviously pregnant, but no one dared comment to her, even to say congratulations. Her moods finally began to balance out a little by Christmas and she entered her third trimester. Both the Riordans and the Perezes celebrated the coming child.
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