From Another Planet
Copyright© 2023 by A Well Traveled Man
Chapter 24
I woke early, 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 returned home.
Mom left a note gone to the gym and marina. I will bring dinner home. So, I ate lunch and then went to the workshop. First, I checked Ronnie’s files I downloaded and was shocked he was laundering money for the mob and drug dealers. He set up twelve fake businesses, and they would deposit funds in their accounts. Then, transfers were made to buy products, and the business paid sales taxes on that amount.
I emptied all the accounts by transferring the balances between themselves, then finally moved them to Ronnie’s Cayman Account, changed the password, and logged in. I left 10k in each business account and closed Ronnie’s file. Then I checked on Donnie and laughed at similar extensions their spouses added to their names. Donnie had been reassigned to the traffic division graveyard shift.
Donnie was pissed, and I watched him open a file, Police Operations and Procedures. This file had all his black-market information. It had his icon to gain access to the dark web and login and password. It also had Donnie’s site marketplace with an inventory of items for sale. I copied his access icon, log-in, and password and deleted the file when he logged off the site. Finally, I emptied his recycle bin and closed out my search.
I changed Donnie’s login and password so he couldn’t access the site if he had a backup and checked on his wife, Jenna. She was sunbathing nude by the pool, asleep. I grabbed my lock pick set and went to the Lamberts. I started to pick the front door lock, but it was unlocked. I silently entered, locked the door, and went to the patio. I put Jenna in a deep sleep by the pressure point. Then, using hypnosis, I put her under and told her to end the storytelling parties. They were dangerous if someone found out. She could always fantasize about me and have incredible orgasms. When I hugged or touched her, she would get excited and need a release. Then I gave her a code word, “TJs Big Girl,” to put her under quickly. Finally, before waking her up, I used my electric fingers to bring her to the brink of release several times, then I woke her up and promptly left.
I heard a loud scream leaving the house and laughed, returning home. I went upstairs, completed another four lessons for my online courses, and sensed Mom was leaving the marina. While relaxing, I started thinking about a way to have secure texting without everyone having encrypted phones. Then, I had the idea of a game on an encrypted site. All users logged in, and special users had a second login to the secure site. Each user had a room with their contact list. Messages could be sent and received only from the room. When a message was waiting, the user would receive a text inviting him to play the game.
Mom interrupted my thoughts, calling me to dinner. During dinner, Mom said Cathy hired an assistant today for the front office. Her name is Hanna St. James, and she’s twenty-two with a four-year-old daughter named Heather. Hanna was an honor student and dated a football player who got pregnant her senior year. She graduated but had to go to community college nights so she could take care of Heather. The sperm donor’s parents paid for his mistake, and she receives support payments every month.
Mom said Hanna and Heather are cute, smart, and will be a great addition to the marina staff. Then she asked about my day, and I said I studied and finished my coursework for the week. Mom reminded me of our appointment to pick up our clothes in the morning, and 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.
Wednesday, 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, and went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements. Then Mom came into the kitchen.
Then we took off for Beverly Hills and met Mathéo. We tried on our clothes, and everything fit, so we returned home with our clothes, promo photos, and instructions for Saturday night. Mom was excited, and me not so much. It’s too much glitz and glamour with no substance for my taste but a necessary evil in the business. Mom stopped by Carl’s Jr. for drive-thru lunch.
While eating lunch, Janice Stanford called and said Nike wanted to do another ad shoot. We’re negotiating a long-term contract now. The ad shoot is in two weeks, and the itinerary will arrive Friday or Monday. See you on Saturday,” she laughed as she hung up.” Mom said I think Janice Stanford is enjoying representing you, TJ laughing. I said it would seem so, but I wonder how everyone will respond to the show on Saturday.
Mom went to the den to read, and I told her I was going for a ride and went to the post office. The PO Box was empty, so I headed home. As I entered our neighborhood, I noticed a black SUV ahead of me turn on our street. I parked my e-bike in an alley, locked it to a fence pole, and continued on foot. The SUV was parked down the street from our house, and two men watched our house with binoculars and a camera.
I needed a distraction, so I picked up a rock and threw it as hard as possible at the man in the passenger front seat. I ducked behind a bush and watched the man slump forward with blood gushing from his head. The driver got out, retrieved a first aid kit from the rear, and put a bandage on his partner’s head. I snuck up behind him, put him into a deep sleep with a pressure point, then put him in the backseat. Using hypnosis, I put him under and found John Hyatt hired them to get information about me. I found out they were meeting Mr. Hyatt at midnight at the Holiday Inn, room 207, to give him their surveillance report and get paid.
I told him John Hyatt set them up. I was protected, my private security caught you, and a fight broke out. You were able to get away, but now they have pictures of you. Then I beat him up, took their gear, and left. After dropping their gear off at the workshop, I retrieved my e-bike and rode home. Mom was still reading, so I went to my room, and she didn’t notice. I spent the next hour mapping out my idea of a secure communication site until Mom called me to dinner.
She had ordered pizza, and while we ate, Mom said Amy called. Chloe’s friends were released from their home detention and media blackout. They were having a besties sleepover on Friday night to celebrate. So, I asked, was Chloe heartbroken I couldn’t attend because of the premiere? Or are they going to use my pictures as a replacement? Mom said the latter, and we both laughed.
After dinner, we played poker for an hour. Mom said I needed to keep my skills sharp because they may come in handy. At the end of our game, we hugged goodnight and went to bed. I worked on my new program until I sensed Mom was asleep. Then I changed into dark clothes, kitted up with gloves and a ski mask, rode my e-bike to the Holliday Inn, and parked in the rear. After locking up my e-bike, I went up the stairway by room 207 and waited.
At 11:30 p.m., a Mercedes sedan drove into the parking lot, and a man exited the car carrying a briefcase and laptop bag over his shoulder. When he approached the stairway, I knew he was John Hyatt and waited at the top in the dark. When he cleared the stairs, I hit him with a three-finger punch to a pressure point in the chest. John Hyatt made a gurgling sound and then collapsed on the landing. I relieved him of his laptop bag and briefcase, helped him back down the stairway, and rode home.
After putting his things in my stash room, I locked up 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 woke early, 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 returned home.
Mom had left a note she went to the gym and then to the marina and would get dinner. So, I ate lunch, went to my workshop, and checked on Sam Barton. He was in email communication with the last fully functioning member of their group besides himself. Her name was Mandy Brown, and she worked at Homeland Security. They discussed their shrinking group. Senator Willingham was in a coma, Tom Niven was in rehab and can’t remember his name, and now John Hyatt. They were both curious why John Hyatt was at the Holliday Inn and concerned his secure laptop wasn’t found with his body. They agreed to inform each other of any news and ended their email exchange.
After telling myself they were a group of two now, I wondered why they were concerned about the laptop. So, I checked it out, and it was one of mine, and I easily got past the login through my backdoor. It figures they would take the first five for themselves. It turns out John Hyatt was the secretary/treasurer of the group.
John Hyatt worked for the NSA as regional manager of west coast operations. He was stationed at the NSA’s regional operations center in Irvine. John had access codes for all the functions at the Irvine site on his laptop with remote access. That had to be a serious breach of their security procedures. Those codes should have been locked in a safe at the site. Now I have them, and no one knows, so I can do some undetected snooping. But that wasn’t what Sam Barton and Mandy Brown were worried about.
They were worried about only two things. John controlled their money and was the keeper of their records. That meant he had the meeting notes, operation plans, after-action reports, future plans, and projects. I was part of the last two as I read my file. Sam Barton had lied to me, and I was slowly being groomed for their future operations. When Al Weinberg discovered their plans for me, he left the group, and John Hyatt replaced him.
The group is dead and broke, and I know their plan. So now I can play with Sam Barton and get what I want and need. He’ll want to resume the laptop programming soon to generate some cash. Enough of the serious work, I shut down the laptop, returned it to the stash room, and checked on Chloe.
Chloe was a bad girl again and needed my attention soon. She took photos of her mom with her phone, relieving her stress. Amy undoubtedly used the toys that Chloe hoped to borrow for her sleepover. It looked like Chloe was also relieving some of her stress while taking the pictures. Then I checked on Ava.
Ava was chatting with her besties, Shona and Giana, in a hot text chat. They were also having a sleepover Friday night. Dr. Susan was going to give them their booster shots at the same time, saving an office visit. Shona and Giana could hardly wait to see my pictures. Then, I checked in on Dr. Susan.
I checked the random pic’s first. One had Dr. Susan and a young female assistant in her office nude. The assistant was relieving Dr. Susan’s stress with her mouth while being punished with a riding crop. Then, I looked into Dr. Susan’s office computer files to see what vitamin shots she gave the girls. The shots had vitamins but also had Dr. Susan’s own formula included. I found and copied the formula and her notes and files on the girls. Dr. Susan also had daily exercises for the girls to perform. Then, she measured and recorded their progress on their office visits.
There were general exercises for overall health and fitness. Then, there were specific exercises for the female organs to enhance, stimulate, and grow their pleasure centers. What Dr. Susan was trying to achieve was a mystery, but I would record the sleepover and try to find some answers. I thought about what Mom said about Susan and wondered if she was creating super mini me’s.
I closed my search, flipped the dummy switch, locked up, and returned to the house when I sensed Mom was leaving the marina. Sitting on the couch, I opened Mom’s tablet and continued reading the story “Her Fitness Trainer.” Claire was at the top of the world with her emotional and physical needs satisfied. Her life seemed like an erotic adventure.
Then, her husband wanted to start a family, and Claire agreed. The rubbers came off, and she experienced bare-back sex for the first time. She couldn’t take birth control, and other options were messy, so they settled on him providing the protection. Ben was also on top of the world, now starting a family. Claire told Greg, and he said then I don’t need them either, and Claire was filled to the brim for the first time. The next month, Claire missed her period and took a home pregnancy test, and it was positive.