Chapter 1: Baby Here I Am

"What are we doing here?" Alexx Chaze asked.

"What are you doing here, Miss Chaisse?" Mispronouncing Alexx's last name made her dark blue eyes flash.

"It's pronounced Chase." Flash!

"In fact, what are any of you doing here?" I asked with a smile. Not that seeing Special Agent Diana LaDon and her pair of female FBI shadows was something to complain about. Elis called them; fucking hot, fucking hotter, and can you be any fucking hotter. Morgan dropped dime on her man by telling the agents about the nicknames. They cornered Elis to find out who was who. In one of those rare moments of geek-cool, Elis explained the names were mobile day-to-day, and even hour-to-hour, depending on who he saw first, what they were wearing--I tuned him out at the phases of the moon. Elis capped the entire thing by telling Morgan if she were up to it maybe Alexx would like to spend Spring Break with them. He made me promise to keep the almost fainting afterwards between us.

Morgan called them 'The Elite' and behaved like she was a junior member.

To me, they were the three little stalkers.

Catherine, my adopted mother, stayed true to her were-bitch form. After graduation, she sold the house, emptied the accounts, and drained the college funds. The ink was barely dry on my diploma before Catherine disappeared with Ahmo. Candice and her husband took me in. Michelle, their daughter, adopted me as a helper in her favorite game, Miche-zilla destroys Lego-Metro City. A few weeks of erecting cities only to have a toddler gleefully stomp them flat proved relaxing.

I tried to have a conversation with Candice about my future before I graduated but she distracted me with sex. Candice not wanting to talk about it was an excuse not to think about it. A couple of weeks after graduation, I glanced through the want ads. Candice ripped the paper out of my hands. She had other plans for my future.

My father died doing a duty entrusted to him for years. It left a lot of people feeling indebted to his survivors; something Catherine should have considered. Honus City beat with the heart of a small town; you don't stay Sheriff in a small town for as long as my dad without burying certain inconveniences and embarrassments. Having a particular image of my dad, I chose not consider how Candice knew things that were supposed to be between my father and a shovel. One dinner in benefit of Sheriff Smith's 'family' was all it took to put my feet back on the collegiate path. Considering I recognized a few assemblymen and some Metro City socialites at the party, Candice announcing I'd be starting college during the summer and living off-campus did not surprise me. Between the town's money, a college fund Candice had built up for me, and grants, I had nothing to worry about. I wanted to argue about living off-campus, but Candice kept getting naked.

Elis wanted to start classes early too, so we looked for a place together. I did sit Elis down for a man-to-man. Why would he want to live off-campus? Girls away from home for the first time roamed freely in freshman dorms. I could visit him, thus catching glimpses of young ladies in various states of disarrayed clothing. I did not appreciate Elis' tone when he told me: I already fucked enough, he had a girlfriend, and I could not be trusted on my own. Fucking unnecessary!

Candice assigned Morgan to assist in the housing hunt. Morgan doing the legwork, paperwork, and pretty much all the work worked for me. She found an awesome house! Even if I didn't know our price range, I didn't see how this place could possibly be in it. The owner recently bought the house but was being sent to Europe on long assignment. She was loathed to give up her dream home, so she decided to rent it out at a price that would tempt someone into a lengthy lease. I questioned the wisdom of renting it to college kids. She studied Elis and me before raising an eyebrow. So maybe we're not the party type of guys, how about the benefit of the doubt though! The extra bedrooms were writing on the wall. Morgan was living in the dorms, but she obviously planned on a best of both worlds package. The price of doing all the work turned out to be not having the rent discussion with us, as in the rent she wouldn't be paying ever.

Elis and I came to the same conclusion about the house, either we were the luckiest fucking freshmen in history or something was up. Candice offered no help in figuring out which one since she chose to focus on Morgan's body that weekend while I watched. I'm really not that easy, but Candice Card p-o-u-r-e-d over Morgan! Come on!

The summer sucked! Candice wanted me to take classes as a distraction and to give me the option of a lighter class load during the year. She did not visit much since the go at baby number two proved successful. Morgan only came down for the weekends and spent most of her time with Elis. My sexual toy, Erin, took off for a European summer, which became a European year. None of the girls in my classes were anything to write home about, much less take home. I studied, swam, and tried to figure out how far I could take my exercise regimen before the neighbors came investigating.

Bore-ing!

Freshman year proved only slightly better. More time with Elis meant Morgan had some time for me. Unfortunately, Tavi-time ended when Morgan pledged a sorority. Candice was still too busy being pregnant and then taking care of the newborn to be a part of my first year at school. I gave more serious thought to making a connection with some of my classmates, but for all the freedoms of college, dating them seemed a step down.

The only excitement of my freshman year came after spring break. I ran into Special Agent Diana LaDon on the Quad. She bought me coffee and asked the expected questions about dealing with my father's death and the changes in my life. The university and local police called in the FBI to get a handle on a new date rape drug making strides on the scene. The drug wiped memory more effectively than previous ones of its ilk, making it difficult to get traction on dealers and users.

I wanted to stay out of the FBI's way; Elis had different ideas. One of the sorority sisters was raped, and he did not take kindly to the possibility of Morgan as a victim. Being that a pissy Elis did not the best of friends make, I did what I could.

And I was bored, so whatever.

It did not take much to bring down the house of rape. I snuck a touch on the sorority sister, grabbed her rapist by the throat behind his dorm, and pumped the dealer with some of his own poison before delivering the stash, dealer, and the rapist to the front step of the university police building. I lay low for a bit, but it wasn't too bad. Of course, Morgan figured out the story being passed around by the cops was a load of crap. A hop, skip, and a glare in the general direction of her boyfriend got her the real story. Suddenly, our house was a hangout and meeting place for her sorority, probably having a lot to do with the semi-enclosed hot tub, huge backyard, and the entertainment systems in various rooms.

Sophomore year had more to say for itself.

Candice acquired a partner in the practice and reduced her hours. I thought it meant financial trouble, especially considering her help with my college bills. She came by for a night and explained (after some amazing sex) about a new consulting job. Reading between the lines, I figured it had something to do with the conversations Candice avoided, like Special Agent LaDon being assigned to a newly opened local office of the FBI. More of Candice's time for me meant the sleeping dogs could lie to their hearts' content.

The sorority sisters clued in on the sexual mechanics of Morgan, Elis, and Tavi. I thought 'bad fucking jelly beans', but some of the sisters proved to be quite liberal about sex especially while between boyfriends. If the pussy brings itself to your house, it's a great life. When it brings pizza, that's balling!

I saw Special Agent Diana more often; she spent a couple nights a week reading at the local coffeehouse and sometimes ate lunch in the Quad. Surprise! She was legacy in Morgan's sorority, which came with an open invitation to their parties. I appreciated a more relaxed Diana at the less crowded get-togethers even if she kept her distance. We had coffee a few times; she liked to talk about her troublesome cases. Morgan tried to sell me on applying a little push whenever a case hit a major block, especially cases attached to rewards for information. Morgan assured me the money transfers were confidential. I did not want to be a part of it but that was before a threesome with one of the hotter sorority sisters and Morgan. Her new car spoke volumes to my inability to say no pre-coitus, mid-coitus, post-coitus, or whenever coitus was on a table. Everybody, including if not especially Diana, seemed happy with the arrangement so I kept my mouth shut.

I thought Junior year would see the beginning of the end. Candice might avoid the subject; Morgan might avoid telling me rewards for information were being paid through Candice's consulting company; Diana LaDon might completely avoid touching me; but regardless of all the avoid-dancing, the house of omissions was leaning hard. The Feds knew about me! I had decided to kick the thing over when the other two female agents showed up and all three Feds started hanging out at the corner of my eye.

How far would Candice and Diana stoop to keep their house upright?

It wasn't that the agents were hot--well, it wasn't completely about them being hot. Elis had it right--they were hot as fuck! I did have private nicknames for them. April 'Are Those Things Real' Hunt, red hair, a temper to match, green eyes, short, stocky, fan-tit-ulous breasts matched perfectly with an over the top ass. I'd solve a few cases to see April naked and a lot more for oiled and naked! Alexx 'Please God!' Chaze, wavy to curly brunette, dark blue eyes, fit and symmetrically kicking body, with a smooth coolness to make you wonder how good it would feel have her naked on top of you during a summer nap. Diana was my favorite! I'd been around her lovely, brunette elegance the longest so the accumulation of desire played a part.

They stalked me Junior Year. Diana was just there as if that's where she should be. April had a more confrontational style. If I was having lunch at the coffeehouse, she sat at my table. She never talked to me, but she did not hide that she was tailing me. Alexx dressed the part of a college coed who happened to show up everywhere I might be.

They were fucking with me so it's only fair I fucked with them. Elis pegged the situation--the two new agents had not been told everything. The frustration of following some random college junior and not knowing why when your superiors acted like it was a matter of national security?!? I almost fell out of my chair laughing. Toppling over the house of omissions would have to wait until somebody other than me cracked under the pressure.