From Another Planet
Copyright© 2023 by A Well Traveled Man
Chapter 23
I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. I was aware of everything around me. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, and then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I warmed up, went out alone, and focused on my approach shots and putting. I shot a six under par and was happy driving home.
Mom left a note gone to the marina, and we have an appointment at Doctor Susan’s tomorrow morning. I called Mom and said to call and cancel it. We’re seeing her on Saturday anyway, and there’s nothing more I can give her to test. Besides, I’m feeling strange about Dr. Susan and Mom agreeing. I ate lunch and then checked on the Lamberts first. I had a feeling Jenna would hold another meeting today, and I was right. The camera feed showed their arrival, so I activated the recording on her phone. I watched the ladies strip nude and sit on towels for Storytime.
I didn’t need to watch it. I knew what would happen, and it was recorded. So, I checked on Sam Barton. He was texting and emailing like crazy, trying to discover what had happened to Senator Willingham. I concluded Sam Barton was good at the State Department, but he wasn’t a spymaster, that’s for sure. He had no stealth qualities investigating. Instead of making discrete inquiries, he goes in with sirens blazing. I needed to watch my back and explore everyone knowing about me. His choice of team members leaves something to be desired.
Then I checked on Ava, and she was texting her besties excitedly. Ava texted her mom was acting strange and cut her off on information about TJ. Mom said she violated the patient’s doctor’s confidentiality by talking about TJ. She could lose her medical license, so I’m excluded from the information. But get this. We’re invited to go sailing with him this weekend. Eat your hearts out, horney toads, with a laughing emoji. Shona and Giana texted you’re cruel, but you better give us some new material to fantasize about.
I left the raging hormonal teenagers and checked on Senator Willingham’s office. They were in damage control, denying everything reported. They said it was partisan politics, knowing everything was true as reported. His chief of staff communicated with Senator Willingham’s allies, asking for assistance. The other office staff was quietly seeking employment elsewhere immediately.
I had enough fun, flipped the dummy switch, locked up, and went to my bedroom. Schoolwork needed to be done, so I completed another four lessons for my classes. I would have to wait until next week for more. Then I went to the den and checked on Mom’s latest book. Jake Strong had completed his first treatment, and Dana was thrilled. Her husband acted withdrawn and slept on the couch, not wanting to sleep with her tonight.
Dr. Maxum told Dana in the next session to let Johnny use a toy on her so he feels involved. Then, masturbate him describing the experience. If he climaxes, you know he’s with the program. Dana followed Dr. Maxum’s instructions, and Johnny climaxed. She praised him for the good show, rolled over, and slept. Sensing mom had left the Italian restaurant with dinner, I reset her page, shut off her tablet, and returned to my room, laughing all the way. I asked myself why women would read such crap, and I wouldn’t waste more time on that book.
I received a coded text, so I checked my email, and Mr. Barton wanted another meeting ASAP. I sent a coded reply, “10th green, playing a round tomorrow morning.” Mom called, and dinner was ready. She told me about her day while we ate. Cathy received a call from the hospital because she was listed as the emergency contact. When Cathy arrived, the doctors said her husband’s testicles needed removal immediately. His knees were in bad shape, too, but they could wait. Cathy signed the medical authorization for the procedure and returned to the marina laughing. Her ex-husband never removed her power of attorney, and we laughed.
Then, Mom told me about canceling my doctor’s appointment with Susan. Mom said I was right something was wrong with her. Susan demanded we show up, and Mom said we’d change doctors. I warned her again we aren’t doing lab games with TJ. So, you have all the results you are getting, and we will call you when needed. By the way, Saturday’s sailing is postponed. TJ has a fitting scheduled for a production he’s doing. I’ll call you when we can reschedule, and I hung up on her, laughing.
Then Mom asked about my day, and I told her I studied and did lesson work. We finished dinner and watched CNN. The Capitol Hill reporter said Senator Willingham was in a coma and critical condition. In addition to his head injury, the Senator suffered two fractures to his right leg and fractures to his right elbow and wrist. Then, they reported on the Senator’s affairs with interns. The reporter said no action would be taken until Senator Willingham recovers to defend the accusations.
We turned off the TV, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep, and it felt the same. The thumping started, and the vibrating feeling lingered in my head and then spread through my whole body. I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.
At midnight, I woke up dressed in dark clothes and kitted up. I added rubber gloves and a ski mask and rode my e-bike to the doctor’s office. After parking my e-bike in the bushes, I picked the rear door lock, entered the alarm code, and relocked the door. First, I went to Susan’s lab and put my sperm sample in the microwave for two minutes. When done, I returned the boiling liquid to the freezer. Then I went to her office and checked her file cabinet for my file. She followed my instructions because there wasn’t one. Then I checked her computer, and Susan wasn’t following my instructions. As I deleted my file and her research notes, I determined it was my screw-up giving her directions. Then I checked for her back up and found her cloud account. After deleting those files, I set the alarm, relocked the door, rode home, and went to bed.
I woke early Friday, went to the gym, and knew everything around me. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I got three buckets of balls and practiced, then drove my golf cart to the 10th green and parked off the path. I scanned the area, and two men were on the opposite side of the fairway watching the 10th green.
After circling behind them, I thought about the best way to take out two men undetected. They solved my problem when one man got up to take a piss. He received a spin kick to the head while taking a piss. I kicked him twice in the balls and once in the head. Then I did the same to his partner, took pictures of their IDs and faces, and tagged their phones. Finally, I picked up their equipment, put it in my golf cart, and snuck up behind Mr. Barton.
I asked if he was waiting for someone, and he jumped. Before he could respond, I told Mr. Barton he attracts tails like flies on fresh shit. This time, it was two, and one had a rifle. I don’t know if it was for you or me, but do these guys look familiar to you? I showed him my pictures, and he said shit, this one is in our group. The other man, I don’t know. He didn’t say anything, so I did. I told Mr. Barton his group was a problem for me. Tell whoever is in your group. Senator Willingham tried to blackmail me to do jobs for him. I told him to fuck off and called you and quit.
Disband your group of misfits and traitors. I’ll work for you only. No one knows but you and only you. If I get a whisper of another group, I’m out for good. Mr. Barton agreed and said it’s gotten out of control. Then I asked about the dinners because Mom asked. He said one should be coming soon, and we parted. I returned to the men, made them pay for judgment errors, and drove home.
Mom was in the kitchen and said she was letting Cathy run things alone today. Then Susan called and said she lost your files on the computer and the sperm sample. She asked us to come in ASAP. I laughed and said there wasn’t supposed to be a file or samples stored. Call her back and tell her I won’t return until she knows what happened to my files and samples. That violated our agreement, and now they’re in the wind.
Mom called Susan back and told her what I said and hung up laughing. Mom said Susan was hiding something important, but it would come out soon if my guess is right. Mom went to the den to read, and I went to the garage. Susan pulled up in front of the house and parked her car. She saw me in the garage, walked toward me, and I said, “TJs Toy.” She stopped and had a glazed look on her face. I pulled her into the garage and sat her down.
I told her there were never any samples or testing done on TJ. We made an appointment for a checkup, and all was good. Her focus now needs to be on her work and Ava. When she needs a release, I allow her to fantasize about me and enjoy the excellent orgasms they provide. When you wake up, go home and relieve your stress as often as needed and repeat as necessary to keep satisfied. Continue your social interactions with us, and your fantasies are always better after we meet. You are free to tease Ava about me to enhance your obsessions.
Then I woke Susan, and she ran to her car and drove away as I laughed. I performed maintenance on my e-bike and then went to my room. Seeing the pamphlet Dr. Susan gave me on the desk, I read it, then took care of business and realized I felt better. Mom called me to the kitchen and asked what I was doing. I told Mom, following Dr. Susan’s advice, and it took some time, but all came out satisfactorily. Do you think Dr. Susan would mind me using her to obtain a release? Mom had to sit down she was laughing so hard. I said, just kidding about the last part, maybe, and laughing with her.
On the way to the Mexican restaurant, Mom said Susan called and apologized. She wanted to continue reestablishing our friendship, and Ava was anxious to meet me. When we entered the restaurant, I had to tone down my senses. We were seated in a booth in the back next to a middle-aged Hispanic couple. The booths had high backs, giving customers a sense of privacy. But you could easily hear the conversation in the next booth if you were next to it.
The couple was talking about their problem getting girls for their order. They were two short and needed them by tomorrow night. The woman said we’d have to get aggressive and then move again. Senior Hernandez doesn’t understand the attention missing girls bring here. Reading their minds, I got their address while enjoying my meal. I saw them when we left, and they looked like a normal couple. On the drive home, Mom said maybe we invite Susan and Ava to dinner one night. We could barbeque, and I could make my mom’s famous orange slushies for dessert. I had wicked thoughts but wanted to experiment and see if it was a universal effect.
Arriving home, Mom reminded me of my fitting appointment in Beverly Hills tomorrow morning. We hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep, and it felt the same. The thumping started, and the vibrating feeling lingered in my head and then spread through my whole body. I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.
I awoke at midnight dressed in dark clothes, kitted up with rubber gloves and a ski mask. Then I rode my e-bike to the kidnapper’s house and parked in their backyard by the garage. Sensing everyone was asleep, I picked the kitchen door lock and went to the master bedroom. I put them into a deep sleep by pressure point, and using hypnosis, I found out the girls were in a storage shed behind the garage drugged. I told them to resist arrest and fight, then cooperate with authorities. Using a three-finger punch, I smiled and hit them below their belly button pressure point. Going to the bathroom will painful, and their pleasure centers were dead now.
Next, I called 911 using their cell phone and disguised my voice using a Spanish accent. I reported young girls being held in a storage shed behind the garage and gave the address. I said, hurry. They looked in bad shape and kept the call active, then left, taking the laptop computer. I threw the phone in the next-door neighbor’s bushes and headed home to bed.
I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. I was aware of everything around me. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, waited on Mom, and read the local news.
Police raided a suspected human trafficker’s house early this morning after receiving a 911 call. They found eight young girls drugged and locked in a storage shed. Police arrested a man and woman sleeping in the house, believed to be the kidnappers. The police spokesperson said it was a good thing we received the call because the girls were distressed by the lack of water and food. I shut off my tablet when Mom came into the kitchen.
We arrived for my fitting on time and were greeted by Mathéo. He told us of the planned interview and how they were splicing/inserting the model interviews in between clothing changes. Then we had a gala premiere showing next Saturday night in Hollywood. I was fitted for three suits and three causal dress outfits. I left with one causal outfit for my interview on Monday morning at Sony Studios. The rest would be ready Wednesday morning. Mom was happy to get fitted for two dresses, too.
I told her to be careful of the girls falling out, and Mom and Mathéo laughed. Then Mathéo said if everything goes well, you may have some personal appearances and live interviews on the morning shows in New York. I’ll have more promo photos for you when you pick up your clothes on Wednesday. When we left, Mathéo said we agreed on a contract with your agent yesterday evening. She should be calling you and shaking my hand and hugging Mom goodbye.
On the drive home, Janice Stanford called and said we have a new agreement with Louis Vuitton. It’s a three-year deal and one of the best I’ve seen. They wanted you badly, so it only took an hour to finish. I’m emailing it to you now, and I have teleconferences scheduled with Sony, Samsung, and Lexus next week. I called Cadillac and GM about you doing ads for them. They are interested and will call next week, too. They were talking about ads for their truck line and Cadillac. So, a lot is happening fast after the asshole’s cooperation, and we all laughed. Janice said Andrew was pissed he was missing the renewals, and we laughed again.