Chapter 16

I received a report from my CPA that the federal investigators were hot on our trail due to some silly business about proper income tax reporting. I snorted my contempt when I heard the news, but the pretty paralegal reminded me that was how they finally got Al Capone behind bars where he expired inside a federal prison.

Eva, my alter ego was not at all concerned with the negative bureaucratic news about us being under the scrutiny of the G-men because she considered all governments to be totally corrupt and she refused to contemplate even a hint of concern.

All she wanted was my dick and she pestered me ruthlessly for my service in that area morning, noon, and nighttime too I was having a hard time keeping up with her voracious appetite for cock and satisfying my mother and daughter team of Asian pussy. Thankfully, the butler Jacob helped out in the matter and his long, thick dick was a big aid in keeping both of my charges smiling around the clock.

I resolved after careful deliberation that we might be ripe for a move to a less suspicious location. I liked the USA for many reasons, but it was becoming increasingly more and more difficult to keep our business out of the federal oversight rules and regulations. The recent move to add 87,000 new IRS agents and the department of justice lawyers all looking for terrorists under every loose stone made our historical connections to the Third Reich likely targets for investigation.

Our Fourth Reich organization was world-wide, and our strongest links were still in South America, the southern part of the USA, and in Northern Ireland. The chance of betrayal in South America, and the possibility of exposure in the USA left me with only one solution.

It was looking more and more like a speedy return to Northern Ireland was in the cards and I started to lay the groundwork for a return to Belfast and our headquarters in the quasi-rural setting on our Irish estate.

Eva was ecstatic with the news of my plans, and she sucked my dick so expertly that evening that I had to take a long, lingering bath to relax my poor penis. The fact that our escape from the events of removing the leader from the grasp of the allies caused us to split into our separate entities was still a shock to my system but I accepted the fact that she represented all the feminine parts of me and she continued to exist in an ageless form right up to the present as I slowly grew older at a much slower rate than my peers around me. I suspected it was all an inexplicable part of the time-traveling episodes and I hesitated to question it since it was obvious to both our benefits in the long run. I hoped there were no side-effects of a negative nature and kept my fingers crossed doing my best to keep a positive attitude about our plans for developing the Fourth Reich as covertly as possible.

I don’t know if it was just a stroke of pure luck or the fickle finger of fate, but I decided to remove our files from the CPA’s office over the weekend and ship them all out of the country to Northern Ireland for our special storage room in the basement.

Early on Monday morning, the Department of Justice raided our CPA’s office with a warrant for all our records and were dumbfounded when they discovered the bird had flown the coop.

I booked a private plane to take us all from our penthouse apartment to Northern Ireland the next day before they could freeze our passports to prevent travel. I knew if we went through commercial airline route, we would probably been grounded by the customs people delaying our departure.

I instructed our realtor to list the penthouse for lease or rent and send the funds to my international banker down on Wall Street. All my money transfers were done using coded orders under devised front accounts to obfuscate our financial dealings.

There were only the five of us on the journey. Me, Eva, Rose, and her daughter Miss Oh, and, of course, Jacob, whom I had come to depend on more and more these days.

The flight was uneventful except for a bit of turbulence just past the point of no return. I took Miss Oh to the rest room to distract her from the ordeal by administering my cock to her sensitive spots that triggered her feminine juices. I knew with the tension outside with the bouncing wings, the others would not hear her shouts of joy or my equally loud grunts of satisfied masculine tingles that devastated my organ of creation.

She calmed down completely after our expedition and her mother gave her a stern look that told her that her sins would not be forgotten.

We landed in darkness, but it was a well-lit private airfield not far from the estate. The guards were all familiar to me and our passports were rubber stamped and we sent on our way with a complimentary cup of tea to wet our whistle.

The estate was manned by our well vetted service people and Jacob assured me they were all cautioned to silence about our routine and warned about spreading any rumors about our agenda.

Naturally, Eva joined me in the big bed, and she was particularly fixated on licking me to a strong erection because she was in serious need of getting laid in the midnight hours. I knew I didn’t have to worry about Rose or her daughter because Jacob was more than happy to cover for me in satisfying their carnal urges as often as required.

The local law enforcement agency drove up our graveled driveway the next morning as we were all partaking of a full English breakfast. I invited the Detective Chief Inspector and his female Sergeant Constable to join us but, of course, they declined because they were “on duty”. The inspector’s name was Shaughnessy, an old Irish name of historic importance and his Constable’s name was Fiona Flanagan with shocking red hair that rested below her shoulders.

I was not overly hungry, so I went with them into the study, and we all drank coffee or tea in front of the fireplace. I notice that the female constable was uncomfortable in the oversized leather chairs, and she sat perched on the edge with her knees spread so wide that I could see the writing on her knickers visible to my ogling eyes.

The inspector broke out a blood red folder and inquired if I had anything to declare for customs. I knew he was just fishing for information, so I shook my head in the negative and told him, “We have all we need right here at the estate, so it wasn’t necessary to transfer anything of interest to the authorities.”

I must interject here that I was overly interested in Ms. Fiona Flanigan’s knickers at this juncture and looking back on it in retrospect, I feel her contortions were designed to throw me off stride as the Inspector questioned me further.