Chapter 34

The film (titled "Betrayal") was nominated for six awards but only won best screenplay and cinematography. Rain Man took most of the rest but the film served its purpose.

I reported later than usual for spring training but I had let them know the reason ahead of time. It went great but the season started off lousy. The batting order seemed to change daily and nobody ahead of me could manage to get on base. I thought I'd break the record for intentional walks before things suddenly changed.

We seemed to catch fire all at once and I started getting pitched to. Most of the time there were at least two guys on and I got something to hit. This team still had some great talent and it was starting to make itself felt. Nolan Ryan, Wilson Alvarez, Kevin Brown, and I were the starting rotation.

We had some pretty good players in the field, too. Franco, Sierra, Palmeiro, and Gonzalez could hit. There was also a new guy on the team. His name was Sammy Sosa and he needed some serious work. Most of the team was skeptical about his chances but they didn't know what he could become. Before, Texas gave up on him and traded him to the White sox. Rhonda might get mad at me but I was going to try to change that.

I started working with him on the first day I reported. First, I took him out to dinner and laid down the ground rules. I told him what I thought he could do and how to get there. I pointed out that no team had much patience with a rookie and he had to get serious fast.

He had more determination than I thought he did. We stayed late every day and on game days we both showed up early. I was determined to break his habit of swinging at anything in the same zip code. We hit the weights together and that helped him just as much. When we started he had looked almost anorexic. I intervened for him three times to stave off a trade.

Mid-way through the season they were glad they had listened. So was I. He was moved to third in the order (ahead of me) and started to produce immediately. He ended up with 27 homers for the year instead of the 1 he would have had. His average ended up at .327 instead of .238 and we finished the year off right, sweeping the Giants in the series.

There was no "project" with Miami. We were simply unbeatable with the new additions. We went 16-0, beating the 'Niner's 34-0 in the Super Bowl. We had one hell of a party after the game. It lasted a week. Al and Carl were on cloud nine and didn't want to leave even then.

1990

Things were progressing smoothly this year and we only changed two events in the timeline. In the great scheme of things, one would be considered minor but we hated needless violence. It was also a field test for the new hand held laser. When the scum who set the only exit of the "Happy Land Social Club" on fire in the Bronx that had murdered 87 people approached with his can of gasoline on March 25th, George hit it with a nice, tight beam. This caused it to explode and the perpetrator was engulfed in flames. Justice was served.

The Hubble Space Telescope launched on April 24th, causing logistical problems for us. We now had to use the hologram cloak every time we traveled. Hiding the construction facilities wouldn't be a problem since we had long ago decided to build the first large ships at a facility somewhat "off the beaten path".

Earth had too much traffic in space, so it was decided we would build the ships on the surface of Mars. With only a third of Earths gravity we would be able to launch all but the colony ship from there. With so many deep canals and craters we could easily hide the activity. The entrances to the underground facility were located there. It would be much more difficult to explain the disappearance of the thousand or so people who would be working there.

We left the first Iraq war alone even though we all remembered that the end result was the second one (just like WWI). None of us intended to let that happen though. There was more than one way to remove Saddam from power. In the interim, we would monitor and gather intelligence.

Adam and his crew had left a back door in the computer operating system core. It was accessed through a 128 bit encrypted password and would open the system of any computer connected to the internet. Adams main systems in the underground Hazard facility made a Cray look like an abacus. He was able to track down Saddam's PC and provide us with its contents. Among the information was not only his personal email address but the locations of his chemical and biological manufacturing facilities and stockpiles along with the underground nuclear research facilities. We could use the information later.

Should we feel bad for Microsoft? I hope not, because we really didn't. This was the year that they would have released Windows 3.0 but It didn't happen. The user interface on our system was way ahead of even the latest release I remembered of theirs. It didn't crash regularly or need to be rebooted daily, either. The only thing we were sorry about concerning them was not being able to take advantage of their IPO.

It was also the year that html had been introduced. I suppose it still might be but we hadn't seen it yet. Our language to do everything we had remembered was called "Netspeak". It did everything html had along with several more features we thought up. It also had cgi and other features that hadn't been actual features of the original language built in. The interpreter for the code (and others) was part of the operating system. Compilers for C, C++, and several others were also built in. The only thing about all of this that disturbed us in the least was the effect this would have on Linux. It would have been released next year but now there was no need for it. We already had Linux on steroids.

We had been pleased that the Berlin wall fell on schedule and hoped perhaps that it may have been hiding some "Retreads" behind it. When the dust settled we might have to investigate.

I decided to stick with my original plan of playing for ten years. That meant that next year was it for me, so I let it all hang out. I hit 84 home runs with an average of .528 in 1990 to go along with a 26-0 record. My ERA was .071 and I had two more perfect games along with six more no-hitters. That earned me the Cy Young and batting Title. We swept the series from the Reds.

Football was still my favorite sport and I had more fun there. My sacks were actually down a bit but that was more because of Al and Carl than anything I did. There are only so many plays in a game. It had quite a bit to do with Joe and Stan, too. Our punter felt like a thief since he sometimes went a month without having to work while still being paid to watch the game from the bench. We went undefeated and beat the Giants 31-7 in the super bowl. Al was the MVP with six sacks and a fumble recovery.

1991

Tina presented us with three beautiful additions in February. Alison, Berit, and Carla were born on the 18th. The ABC's (as we called them) were as lovely as the rest of the children. Tina announced after they were born that she had had enough. Triplets were almost more than her small body could take.

At first I thought she meant that she was done having children but she soon set me straight with "oh, no! I love having your children. The next time will be easier though. Would you still love me if I was shaped more like Beth?"

What a loaded question! Beth was six feet tall and built like a goddess. I did the best I could by answering "babe, I'd love you if you were built like Mama Cass. The package you're in at the moment is wonderful but your beauty is inside of that lovely container." I guess she liked it because she about scorched my lips with the kiss she laid on me.

We had a cookout at Lea's in California on March 3rd. Michael J Fox and his wife Tracy were invited for a reason. We had them over fairly often even though we had to keep up the appearance of Leo being Lea's husband.

This time I asked Mike if I could show him something in the den. He grabbed his beer and followed me with a "sure, what's up?" When we got there I asked him to sit down and we both grabbed a chair.

After he got comfortable I dove right in. "We know about the Parkinson's Mike."

He looked stunned and then angry "how?" he blurted "the only people who are supposed to know that besides me is my doctor and Tracy!"

I waved off his protest and told him "that's not really important right now. What is important is that we might be able to help you get rid of it."

He was a practical guy who believed in reality so naturally he scoffed "yeah, right! You know as well as I do that there's no cure for Parkinson's."

I didn't let him get any further. "Mike, it's true that at the moment there is no conventional cure for what you have. I believe that in ten years or less there will be but we're not there yet. I know you're not one of those delusional people who believe in faith healing but I want you to do something for me."

He looked even more leery but took my hand as I asked. He listened as I said "Parkinson's, early onset and in the beginning stages. Not much damage yet but believe me, you don't want to wait ten tears. This will get a lot worse."

When I released his hand he gave me a strange look. "I know Tracy didn't tell anybody about my problem and I'm pretty sure the doc wouldn't either. What the heck is going on?"

To my credit, I didn't make any "Back to the Future" references. I just smiled and told him to wait a week and then get the tests run again. When he asked why I told him "'cause they'll be negative. You're now perfectly, disgustingly, healthy."

He just shook his head and said "whatever". I couldn't help but wonder if he'd believe me when he tested negative. Perhaps I'd joke about the side effects of the treatment in a month or so. He should be approaching eight inches by then.

Once again I didn't have nearly as much time to get acquainted with my wives and family as I wanted. It was time to report for spring training. I announced my intention to retire at the end of the season on the day I reported. I had expected some reaction but the extent and volume surprised me.

I was inundated with interview requests and the quantity of mail delivered reminded me of that old movie "Miracle on 34th Street" where the post office carried bags full into the courtroom. Not all of it was flattering.

How could people get so upset just because I someone decided to quit playing a game? I agreed on one interview and went with Sports Illustrated. It must have helped because the "you're scum" mail dropped off quite a bit. I tried to explain that there was more I wanted to do with my life and I couldn't play ball and do anything else worthwhile at the same time.

I made sure that I emphasized my happiness with both of my teams, the organizations, and all the fans. I may have gone a little overboard when I promised to have my best year ever before leaving. The real bombshell was when I announced my intention of becoming the next governor in my home state of Kentucky. It would be tough to play and run a campaign but we thought it was "doable".

My promise of a good season began on opening day. I was the starting pitcher and the standing ovation when I was announced was deafening. I felt like I owed these fans something. I know we provided entertainment and all that but the fans didn't have to cram the stadiums and buy all the over-priced souvenirs, junk food, and pay the astronomical price for the privilege of attending in person.

I got pumped and it showed. My first game of the season was a perfect one. Added to that were four home runs and a walk in a 16-0 drubbing of the Yankees. Many of the so-called "experts" had them picked to win the series this season.

Football started the same way. Both my teams were unstoppable and it was far from being just because of me. It was like all the guys were desperate to help me go out with a bang. Whatever it was, I sure appreciated it. Another big surprise was when the Rangers traded for Rhonda.

I had suggested it when asked for my opinion when we lost our starting first baseman to a shoulder injury but didn't think there was any way a deal would get done. Rhonda was in the last year of her contract with Chicago and it didn't seem possible that they would let her go. When I asked her about that she told me that after she informed them that it was either trade her now or she would retire, they took what they could get. She moved right into the lead-off spot and with her there and Sammy moved behind me in the lineup I had a lot of chances to drive in runs.

Travel was a nightmare. It seemed like I was on the road every day that year. On top of the games I had campaign appearances and interviews out the wazoo to attend. I hit every town I could and spoke to as many people as possible.

We leaned heavily on education and job creation, outlining our plan to combine both for the best workforce in the country. It was also the beginning of a real immigration reform policy. The plan was for employment and social services to be denied to any person in Kentucky who was in the country illegally.

This would be accomplished by using drivers' licenses or a state I.D. with biometrics. Any employer caught intentionally hiring illegals would be fined 10,000 per person, per occurrence. The verification of status was accomplished wit a chip imbedded within the card that contained a photo, fingerprint and Social Security number. The number had to be validated in order for the card to be issued. In the case of legal immigrants, their status was verified and this information was also included. We made sure to emphasize just how much money the problem was costing the state and what that cash could be better used for.

We made sure to stress the point that we welcomed legal immigrants with open arms and hoped more would move to the state Some of the money saved would be earmarked to provide english classes for those who obeyed the laws by entering the country legally. The country did need immigrants but only those who got here the right way. Hel, I even stated that if the tide of illegals could be stemmed we should increase the amount of people who were allowed to immigrate legally.

We had a very receptive audience since the state had always been a conservative and patriotic one. People thought I was nuts at first when I announced my choice for lieutenant governor but Chrissy quickly proved her worth. While I worked on the smaller, outlying communities she tackled the cities. Chrissy was an amazing orator. She could just about shred any idiot who dared to debate her and got several opportunities to prove it.

1992

We won the election by ten thousand votes as a third party, amassing 42% of the vote. After a short acceptance speech I flew back to rejoin the Dolphins. Baseball was over for me. I went out on top with the Rangers, beating Atlanta 4-1 in the series. I had 88 home runs in my last year and went 26-0 on the mound with an ERA of .043. If anyone else ever hits 623 home runs in ten years or ends up with a lifetime ERA of .092, I hope I'm around to see it (unless they're juiced).

After we won the super bowl (beating Buffalo 28-3), it was time for politics. That last year at Miami was wonderful. We were undefeated champions again and the run that team had will probably never be equaled.

The Soviet withdrawal from Afghanistan went as scheduled also. Neither our group nor the one in Russia could prevent it. Both governments were involved and we hadn't had enough influence to impact it a bit.

The most momentous event of 1992 happened on September 26th. Angel's sixteenth birthday had finally arrived. On that day (the 21st), I was informed in no uncertain terms that her feelings on the subject of becoming my wife had not changed one bit. As a matter of fact, they had strengthened. As for myself, any misgivings were long gone. I had been in love with her for quite a long time. This love was much more than a father's love for his daughter and I had given up hope of ever fighting it.

Somehow we all managed to slip away undetected on the night of the 24th, and on Friday, September 25th we were married on the reservation. Angel insisted that our wedding night was to be spent at the Hazard complex though. She had been living in my quarters there for years. When I was there, she hadn't left but was content to snuggle by my side.

When we got to our quarters Angel made me shower without her before taking her own. I was lying in bed nude, with the sheet at my waist when she appeared in the doorway wearing a red see through baby-doll nightgown. The sheet did a rather interesting magic trick by instantaneously raising a respectable distance off of my midsection.

Angel had a deep voice and a sexy laugh. I think the sheet managed another inch when she said "I guess you like how I turned out."

She wasn't the serious type though, and immediately pouted "I hope you won't be disappointed in me. The other kids were mean to me. I asked them to help me learn how to kiss and other stuff, but they wouldn't let me play with them! They said my daddy would have to teach me."

I was more than happy to help, and just raised my arms without saying a word. She melted into me and we had our first serious (real) kiss. It was tentative at first, as she explored and experimented with her technique but steadily grew more intense. I could already smell her arousal even before I began to kiss and nibble her neck. Her gasps and moans grew more intense as I kissed my way between her breasts, untying the small bows holding her gown together. I hadn't touched any part of her that didn't seem unusually sensitive.

I let out a moan of my own when I uncovered her perfect breasts and could only tease them a short while before her erect nipples could no longer be ignored and I covered one with my lips before giving it a lick and slight nibble.

Her hips rose off the mattress and she let out a moan and a "oh Godess yesss" as she pressed my face to her chest. She had actually orgasmed from that slight stimulation! I got the same response from the other one and three more between her stomach, thighs, and calves. One more followed from a single long lick from the bottom to the top of her labia.

I would have enjoyed the flavor more if she hadn't almost broken my nose with her pubic bone when her hips flew up that time. Still, she was as tasty a morsel as I have ever sampled. I began to eat her in earnest then but tried my best to only take her to the edge and not over. It wasn't easy because she was so orgasmic it didn't take much to send her over the top.

When I finally did, it was by using my tongue on her g-spot as I thumbed her engorged clit with one hand and slipped the index finger on the other into her sphincter. Up until now the only sounds Angel had made were gasps and moans. When I did that, she did a lot more. It didn't last very long. All she managed was "oh Gods dadeee!!" before she passed out.

She woke up with a smile and said "so that's what they were talking about when they said beware of the magic tongue" and kissed me passionately before rolling over on top of me.

She proceeded to give me the same treatment she had just received, up to and including not letting me cum right away. Angel must have inherited her ability from her mother, because she was a natural. The little minx even lubed up a finger in her own juices and sent an anal probe in as I exploded. She paid for that move by being practically drowned when I unloaded. She not only didn't spill a drop, I almost passed out from the pleasure myself. From the moan as I came, I believe she did too.

I didn't even get to catch my breath before she moved up and straddled my hips. I started to warn her to be careful but I have since learned that particular word is foreign to Angel. She dropped down until all nine inches were buried inside her and our pubes met.

I was concerned as I watched her face but if there was any pain, she didn't show it. All I saw was an expression of sheer bliss as her pussy clamped down in yet another convulsion. She rode me slowly, intermittently speeding up when she came for over an hour before I lost it again and sent another torrent her way. I had to catch her that time and lay her head on my shoulder. She had blacked out and almost fallen backwards.

She awoke smiling again and rolled me on top before whispering in my ear "fuck me now, daddy. Do it really hard. I want to see what that feels like next."

So did I and she seemed to like it even more than I did. I had to find out what the hel she had been reading though because her tight little pussy had been milking me every since I entered her. She not only had great muscular control, she had some serious staying power!

I think we both screamed when I came that time. It was also time for a much needed break in the action. Both of us were soaked in sweat and mingled juices, as well as extremely thirsty. We grabbed a drink, took a shower and changed the bedding before she cuddled up in the recliner with me for some wine.

"Daddy" She said "do you mind if I call you uncle Matt when we're around other people so they don't look at us like we're crazy?"

This was what she usually called me anyway because of snooping dickweeds. It really chapped my ass that most of my children had to hide their parentage but the mission was just too important for vanity to interfere.

I chuckled "Angel, you can call me anything, any time. I'll always be your daddy and I'll always be there for you."

She gave me a squeeze and a kiss before telling me "I'm like Faith, Sharon and Connie. They're the only others that don't have sex with the other guys sometimes when you're there. I've known since before I was born that the only man I would ever be with was you."

When I started to say something, she put her finger across my lips and informed me that it was her body and her decision and even if I didn't want her, she would never be with another male. "Females are another matter. I can't wait to see what that's like tomorrow. If it's any better than this it might kill me! I still have a few more positions I want to try, too. Let's see, doggie, reverse cowgirl, and last but not least, I still have this nagging cherry ass that I need you to take care of for me. "

I asked if she was very sore and she gave me a smug smile as she told me that if I was referring to her "de-virginization" the only concern I should have would be overuse. It seems that our female offspring didn't come equipped with hymens. "It's nothing but a useless piece of flesh" she explained. "I suppose evolution is an ongoing process."

In retrospect, I wish we had taken care of Angel's ass problem sooner in the evening. I had already cum five times, and the length between was getting longer. That, coupled with how orgasmic Angel was and the fact that she didn't seem to care which orifice was filled ensured a long and semi- pain filled ride for me. Every time she came, her ass clamped down and damn near amputated my favorite appendage. This seemed to happen every time I got close, effectively cutting off the possibility.

Eventually I timed it right and the faucet was opened. As she collapsed in another faint, I checked to make sure my balls were still in place and hadn't been ejected before Lying down next to her.

When we emerged to the world, we were greeted with congratulations, hugs, and kisses, along with comments about our screams causing some concern about the ceiling in the cave falling. Angel was having some trouble walking at first but hid it well.

If I could have taken my eyes off of her ass I probably wouldn't have noticed the slight change in the wiggle. Once again, just as always, she attached herself to my side and we went to work in the lab.

1993

We had other heartbreaks coming. There was no way to prevent the first attack on the World Trade Center on February 26th without potentially screwing up our plan. Unless the assholes had at least some success they might change too much to remain predictable

We faced problems in Somalia also. The ill-advised mission in Mogadishu to capture warlord Mohamed Aidid would be impossible to prevent unless we became personally involved. The risk of discovery was just too high. Three days before the dreaded news was to be heard however, something strange happened. The car Aidid was travelling in somehow exploded. We were now convinced that there were other "Retreads" out there. But how would we convince them to contact us? Surely they had to know who we were? Rhonda was selected to put together a plan and report her conclusions.

We wasted no time implementing our promises after taking office. Sometimes we had to play dirty, but we got the job done. Somehow word always got out to the public when some special interest or the other managed to convince a member of the legislature to oppose the platform we ran on. In some cases, the lobbyist and politician were named, along with what had been promised as compensation for opposing the legislation. No source was ever named by the reporters. It might have been if they had known, but we made sure that never happened.

After the first mid-term elections this seldom had to be done. People ran against the crooks and used their corruption against them. After two years we were the majority and faced only token opposition to most things. By the time the next election rolled around it was just a formality.

Unemployment was the lowest in the state's history, roads and infrastructure were in great shape, and perhaps best of all, test scores in all of the schools were now well above the national average. This was a good thing for another reason.

Our biggest detractor was the teachers union. They hated the year round school but really detested the fact that they also had to pass standardized tests to remain employed. They were well paid. In fact, their salaries were much higher than before the changes. The difference was that the incompetent ones could no longer remain employed.

Chrissy played a large part in convincing the public that what we were doing was the right way to go but the union wasn't listening. To counter them, charter schools were opened throughout the state and a voucher system was pushed through and enacted.

These schools attracted the best teachers and the old public schools ended up with the worst ones. As each charter neared capacity another public school was converted. Finally we were left with two systems. One was the old one. They had very few students and the worst teachers and administrators in the system. When this point was reached the worst of those schools were closed and the staffs were laid off.

The union didn't go quietly but we hadn't been expecting them to. A strike was attempted but didn't work out well for them. Each charter school had their own contract with the staff and it was both good and fair. They worked longer hours with the year round program and had to be available to students until nine PM each evening (by phone) but the compensation was better and discipline was enforced.

Students who caused problems ended up in the schools staffed by the dregs. These were classified as "alternative schools." The vast majority of teachers in the new system refused to participate in the strike. The unions other tactic was to have the voucher system declared unconstitutional but we were ahead of them there, too. The courts in the state were on our side now. Hopefully the higher courts would agree with their ruling.

I spoke in defense of the new system and one argument in particular seemed to impress them the most. "One of the things I dislike about professional sports is that players, who are for all intents and purposes nothing but employees, are forced to work at a specific place. I don't believe the general public would accept being told where they can work or attend college. Why should they be forced to send their children to a school that provides sub-standard education? Let them make the decision on what is best for their children."

The biggest showdown on education actually involved the federal government. We used the line item veto that had been pushed through to eliminate several things. Bi-lingual classes were among them. The feds threatened to withhold all funding if we didn't provide assistance for Spanish speaking students.

We countered with "cool! That means we don't have to worry about all of the other programs you force us to provide while not providing the money for them. By eliminating all of these programs we will save $293,000. This is counting the funds you are withholding. If you would like us to offer any program we will consider it only if you fund it fully. We will, however, offer no program that singles out any ethnic group. We feel that if special consideration is offered to Spanish speaking students it would be discriminatory unless the same program were offered to every other ethnic group. If you want us to offer programs for all of them and provide the funds to do so, we will. In the mean time, we will handle education on the state and local level without federal interference."