Chapter 211

In their bedroom, Diana sat reading while a worried father paced. "Would you stop that," she said with a chuckle in her voice, "before you wear a hole in the carpet. She'll be just fine."

"She's, fucking, just sixteen," Jeff managed to get out past his worry.

"And... she's a Queen," Diana added. "You didn't seem to worry about Kayla when she started her training."

Jeff spun to look at his wife. "Kayla has been part of the organization for two years. She had some training before she was sent off-world, and had already received training at the FBI academy before that. Arlene hasn't had any. The Sergeant..."

" ... knows what he's doing," she finished for him.

He hated it when she used his own words against him, and it didn't relieve his worry one bit. He resumed pacing as he continued with, "I'm beginning to rethink this thing about her being my Number One. She tried to argue with me when I told her about it, and reminded me she was only sixteen."

"... and a Queen, and a genius, and about the most responsible person I can imagine, and... Oh, it goes on and on, and you know it. The Ship knows what she's doing. You said so yourself. Jeff, this isn't like you. You never second guess yourself."

"Yeah, well, we're talking about our daughter. And besides, Higgins is accustomed to training elite personnel. He doesn't train rookies. I'm worried that he'll..."

"He won't. She'll come home tired, but fine."

"I wish she had been running with us in the mornings. That run on that terrain is going to kick her ass. If she falls on those trails..."

Diana, increasingly exasperated, put her book down, but before she could say anything more, the situation and the look on Jeff's face struck her as funny. "Jeff Matthews, you should see yourself." Sitting up straight, she thought about what she had just said. "Don't you dare act like you're doing now when Arlene gets back. You'll embarrass her to death if she sees you worrying over her like that."

The Prime turned again from his pacing to glare at his number one wife, but what she said finally worked its way past his fatherly worries. "Oh, shit. You're right. But dammit..."

Diana crooked a finger at him with that look on her face. As he came near, "Baby, that's not going to..." he got out as she reached to pull down his zipper.

Funny how his worries seemed to fade away as soon as her mouth surrounded his cock.

FBI Office, Denver, Colorado

Matt Grigsby, newly promoted SAC, sat behind his desk in his temporary office next to the current SAC's. Matt had three more weeks of training before the retiring SAC left. To help familiarize himself with the operating of the office, he was reading through a stack of memos that had been issued during the last year. There was a knock on the door and a secretary entered. "This came a few minutes ago, Sir. It's been through the scanners and appears to be a cell phone and charger. Whatever is in there, it's clean."

"Thanks," Grigsby said. When the secretary left, he absently tore open several layers of material to reveal that she had been correct. There was a short note taped to a SAT phone:

After you are off for the day, away from your office and in an absolutely secure area, call the number attached and ask for Colonel Matthews. The person answering will be expecting your call, and will transfer you. After you convince the Colonel who you are, he will have a message for you.

Matt sat staring at the note, wondering, before putting the phone and charger in his pocket. After making sure he had the number memorized, he picked up several copies of memos that he had already read, put the note in the middle of them, walked out to the shredder and ran the whole group through, curiosity burning in his brain. Back in his office, Colonel Matthews said we would meet again, but I didn't expect to hear from him so quickly. What could he possibly want with me? Guess it's payback time, but whatever he wants, if it's in my power to do it, he's got it. Without him, I and all my people who were in that house would be dead.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone chimed. "Get your coat. We have a situation."

"Be right there."

Van and Adriana's Farm

After seeing Ben off at the airport, the group stopped by the hardware store. A couple of hours later, Van Carter, Adriana and Lillian, in one pickup, followed by Jeremy, Connie, Denise and Paulette in their pickup, parked near Jeremy's new/old house. The women exited the vehicles carrying various items from the hardware store and went into the house. Jeremy took the few steps to his dad's pickup and slid in beside the older man as Van turned the truck and backed toward the porch to unload the big floor sanders. "Seems odd to think about this being my house now," Jeremy told his dad as both men looked over their shoulder while Van backed the short distance.

Van stopped the vehicle and shut it down, set the brake, and looked over at his son. "Yeah, but I'm glad to have you back home – well, at least only a couple of hundred yards away, anyway."

The men sat with their own thoughts for a moment, then, "Dad, do you really think we can make it? I mean all of us together. I guess I'm having a hard time believing it, but I have three wives to support..."

Van gave a chuckle. "Stop worrying. Same answer as before. Yep, we can and we will. And ... talking about wives, I have two, you know. And yeah, that's seven people to support, but hey, farm families used to be large back a few years ago. No reason it won't still work with us. Connie and Denise are working gals – hard-working gals, from what you've told me. With our direction, they'll pick up farmwork quickly enough, and you know how much help your sister has been to Adriana and me. Besides, Paulette wants to be your wife so damn bad, you'll have to watch her to keep her from overdoing. Just remember, even though Little One has made Paulette's face and body look older, she's still just fifteen mentally. You need to pay special attention to her."

"Maybe," Jeremy admitted, "but I think you might be wrong there. So far, she's acted as adult as you could ever wish for. From what I can see, she understands the trust that you and Mom have shown in her by allowing her to marry, instead of making her wait another year. And Dad, it's ... odd. I swear that Connie and Denise are ... deferring to her. Oh, it's barely perceptible, and if I hadn't been working with them for the last months, I doubt if I would have noticed. And I suppose that some of it is because they don't know much about a farm or farm animals, so they would naturally ask Paulette, but ... Dad ... Shit, this is embarrassing," he muttered, but finally blurted, "She's starting to have milk in her breasts. Do you know what that means?"

Van turned to more fully face his son. "She? You mean Paulette?"

"Yeah."

"Son, women talk. Sometimes I think they talk between themselves a lot more than men do. I, uh, know about the milk." Then after a moment, "Adriana, too," Van sighed, hoping the flush he was feeling in his face didn't show.

But his son surprised him. "I figured Mom would be your Queen," then after a moment's hesitation, "Do you like the taste?" he asked as he stared resolutely through the windshield, unable to fully face his father while they talked about the present subject.

"Uh..."

"Dad?" he pushed, turning toward the older Alpha.

"Ah, shit. I can't believe I'm having this conversation with my son..." Then after another short pause, he sucked it up and answered honestly. "Hell, yeah. I was disappointed when she stopped giving milk when she weaned Paulette. I swear it tastes better now than it did then. Now, are you satisfied that you've embarrassed the hell out of your dad?"

"No more embarrassed than I am, Dad. But what the hell am I going to do with a fifteen-year-old Queen?"

Van let out a chuckle. "I didn't even know what a Queen was until a few days ago. At least the kind of Queen we have as Alphas. Then again, I didn't know what an Alpha was, either, let alone that I was one. But after Little One enhanced me, or whatever she did, well, I mean ... I've never felt like this in my life."

"Yeah, me too, Dad. Uh, Dad ... I mean ... Well, you know I was a virgin, right?"

"Yeah, that's what you said."

"Well, I mean ... shit, Dad, I have three wives. Uh, have you tried that thing that Jeff talked to us about?"

Van forgot and looked over at his son. "Where you do that thing with your mind and your women, if they're touching you, all..."

" ... have an orgasm when the one you're loving does," Jeremy finished for Van.

Van let out another low chuckle and stared forward again. "How the heck do you think I survive with your mom and Lillian? Your mom passed out and took Lillian with her; otherwise, I don't think I would have had the strength to get out of bed this morning. That enhancement thing seems to have worked on them as well as us. Adriana wasn't this, uh, excited when we first got together those many years ago."

"I have three of them, Dad. Three. And my sister is a woman. Never doubt that. I swear I must weigh five pounds less this morning. As hungry as I stay, I'm still going to have to eat more if I survive them. How in the hell does Jeff take care of fourteen of them?"

"Better thee than me, is all I can tell him," Van laughed. "Uh, are you sore?"

Jeremy chuckled. "Me? Of course not," he kidded. "I always wrap my dick in gauze before I put my pants on in the mornings. Of-fucking-course I'm sore," he laughed.

"You're shitting me," Van said, forgetting and looking his son in the eye again.

"Somebody you know quite well decided she loved the taste of semen. Blowjobs are great, but I had blisters on the head of my dick."

"Way too much information about my daughter," Van got out as he tried to hold back his laughter.

"I will say one thing for the enhancement, though; my dick was well by noon."

"I didn't think about the gauze," Van said, a look on his face. "I'll remember that for in the morning."

"You, too?"

"I never thought I would get enough of that, but they wimped me out. I had to go back to using my tongue and that mental thing Jeff taught us, before I finally got them to pass out."

Adriana rapped a knuckle on the truck window, startling both men. "You two going to sit out here all afternoon and gossip like a couple of old maids? We need that sander going if we're to refinish those floors."

Both men looked guilty. "Yes, Dear," from Van.

And at the same time, "Yes, Mom," from Jeremy.

The two men got out of the truck and into the back, where Jeremy untied the big drum sander first. "Looks like she dumped her bra while she was in there," Van quietly said as the two watched Adriana priss back inside, her hips swaying.

"Uh, I didn't notice."

"Liar," Van said with a chuckle. "I saw your eyes checking out her boobs as they bounced around under that shirt, and your eyes were locked on her ass as she walked away. Lusting after your momma – tsk, tsk."