Chapter 215: Family Trip

Where am I going from here and what do I want to do before going home?

I have no idea where I was going or even how my stuff was on the plane already. It wasn’t until we were about to leave that I found that I wasn’t traveling alone.

“I know she was only with us for a short time, so I didn’t know we had bonded so deeply,” Elena told me. “When we were returning to the states, your friend Steve said that April missed you. She wasn’t crying non-stop, but I could tell she needs you right now. Steve made the arrangements for me to bring April to you. He said your parents didn’t mind and that they really could use the break from having one less baby to take care of, even if your friends that babysit have been doing an amazing job. It seems you don’t need to worry about going to school anymore this year, so we do not need to rush home. Dad has some matters of his own to attend to, so he is taking the girls with him, and both of our very hot nannies. Can you believe I’ve never had a real vacation? I’ve traveled all over the world with dad, but it was always on business. You, me, and April are taking a family vacation. Other than my dad, you’re the closest person in the world to me.”

As soon as I had April in my arms, I could feel the link reforming between us that was a lot closer to the twin or triplet link that we had after I got her from Elena’s house. I had no problems knowing what she needed, so I fed, burped, and changed her, twice, before she went to sleep in her car seat before the plane even started to taxi for takeoff. She never seemed to notice us taking off or getting up to altitude. When the pilot said we were free to move about the cabin, Elena pulled me over to where the plane had a couch in the back of the rows of seats.

“You know that I’m not some little girl having her first crush,” Elena told me as she pulled me down to be face to face with her on the couch. “I love you, David, a lot, and I accept that we won’t ever marry. I saw the effects that you had on girls at the resort just by being yourself. I already know you are a skilled and considerate lover. I can still pretend to be your girlfriend, fiancé, wife, mistress, or whatever we let people think I am to you when we are together, especially when we are out with the girls, or just April. We don’t have to travel together, but I would love to spend a few weeks together with you and April. It is as close to I’m going to get to us being married with a baby.”

Like I have anywhere to be or things I must do.

Elena had already decided that if I agreed, we were going to Greece and Crete first before traveling through Europe, starting in Naples, Italy. She had it mapped out with us taking the trains on some parts of our trip and renting the exotic supercars to drive in areas where we could open them up and not have to deal with a lot of traffic.

Ugh. I should listen more closely before saying something dumb. Elena said cars, versus car. April would be with me, Elena would be in hers, unless we had one with a back seat.

The rest of our time in the air, we cuddled on the couch with Elena spooned up in front of me.

She needs me a lot more than April right now, and I’m down with that.

“We are half an hour out from your destination. It would be best that you change now, versus attempting to do so once we are on the ground,” one of the stewardesses on the flight said as she was checking on April. “We have provided you clothing for your adventures. Your clothes will make you appear to be a young couple starting out on their own with a new baby. For the pick-pockets, muggers, thieves, and drug addicts, there are too many distracted rich tourists for them to consider you a target. You will appear a bit further ahead in life than them, but not by much.”

What she hadn’t told us was that the clothes weren’t the best fit for us. They didn’t look terrible, but they were clean and didn’t have stains or tears. Mine had to look like I didn’t have the ripped body I did now. Elena’s made her look like a new mother trying to wear the clothes from before she had the baby. She looked plain. The tiniest bit of makeup made her look like a tired, but pretty, new mother. Elena was happy to show me that she had on biking pants and knee-length shorts on under her dress. She could pull the dress off to change how she looked quickly.

“Why do you have her wearing a bra, tank-top and button-up cotton shirt under her dress,” I asked.

The stewardess replied, “While it is summer in the northern hemisphere, many of the girls and women tend to wear multiple layers. In this case, you two will be doing a lot of walking so we wanted to ensure her perspiration didn’t soak through her dress. I’ve heard that the way you two dress will make it appear that you could sleep outdoors without being chilled by the night air. It is all misdirection.”

Yeah, I get that. It worked quite well for me to be invisible as I sneaked into the Elder’s hotel room.

When we landed, they fitted me with a worn-looking carrier to carry April against my chest. Our clothes, toiletries, phone chargers, and extra shoes were in worn-looking backpacks. I hid my passport, credit cards, and Euros in a special hidden pocket in Aril’s carrier while Elena had hers in the pockets of her shorts under her dress. I put my cell in my front pockets and Elena’s went into the baby bag.

Instead of landing at an international airport, we landed at a private airstrip Elena told me was part of an estate belonging to a business associate of her fathers. They had many such private runways that they use around the world. She assured me it was all legal and above board. We still had to do customs paperwork, get our passports stamped, and that sort of stuff, but we didn’t get stuck in a long line at the international airport. There would be a car waiting for us when we got off the plane to take us to where the official was who would take care of that for us. It was merely a formality. We didn’t want to have to explain why we didn’t have the correct stamps on our passports or customs papers.

Elena knew the man doing the paperwork, so we finished soon and were riding in a taxi to town. Our stay was in a hostel just outside of Athens. I expected to end up staying in one of the large open areas we saw on the first and second floors. Instead, we ended up on the third floor, where they gave us keys to a real, high-security metal door. The place in my head showed me the door was all steel, Outside were solid sheets of steel, inside was a steel honeycomb welded to the panels on both sides.

How do they manage to weld it when they covered up both sides?

The windows had bars on them that we could remove from the inside in case of an emergency. All the room’s walls had three layers of the honeycomb lattice as was inside the door. Upon looking further, I noticed each honeycomb energy running through it.

Will trying to cut through it set off alarms, fry whoever tries to cut it, or both?

When we had everything put down in the room, April squirmed and gave a soft cry to get my attention. Her diaper was just too small to hold what came out of her in a rush. I felt something from her that I think was, on some level, an apology about not letting me know the mess was coming before it happened. I wasn’t worried about it. Her clothes kept it all contained. I slid her soiled onesie off her and passed her to Elena in the shower.

While she got April cleaned up, I washed out the onesie.

“Don’t try fighting sleep, sweetheart,” I told April as I was rubbing baby lotion over her freshly washed little body.

She had already eaten, been burped, changed, and was doing her best to keep awake. When Elena crawled into bed to take a nap, she held her arms out for April. I could feel the waves of contentment coming off April as Elena held her close. I was starving, needed to check voice mail, run through email, and get a bit more Euros to be sure we didn’t have to show anyone that we had credit cards.

Of the things I had planned to do, while the girls slept, getting cash was the one I dreaded the most. I shouldn’t have. When I turned on my phone, I got a chirp that directed me three blocks away to one of the largest banks in Athens. The message told me I could use the ATM, but I would do better going to a teller to get a cash advance on one of my credit cards. I could choose to speak English, as at least one teller did, but speaking Greek would go a lot further in getting things done quickly with less hassle.

Speaking Greek, especially the local dialect of the teller, did cut through the red tape. She gave me a hard look when I pulled out my black credit card, but I handed her my passport as well. A couple of clicks on her keyboard, a quick run through some machine with my password and then swiping my card so I could put in my pin. I soon had twenty thousand euros in five-hundred, two-hundred and one-hundred Euro notes. While she had been waiting for the ok from the credit card company, we made idle chit-chat. She didn’t even blink when she was counting out what was more than she made in a year. I made sure to thank her for breaking one of the hundred Euro notes to have five, ten and twenty Euro notes on the outsides of the stack of Euros she handed me. To anyone looking, it would appear I had a pile of low amount notes. I folded them before pushing them down deep in the long pockets in these pants.

The hardest thing, which shouldn’t have been hard at all. Was finding somewhere to eat. For whatever reason, the restaurants were packed. The few where I found tables looked at me and I knew right off that I wasn’t getting a seat in there. I finally found an area with street vendors selling souvlaki, pies, and cups of different fried fish. When I saw the fried head-on fish, I decided to keep to the fried shrimp. I had to walk around some more to find a spot to eat where I could use my phone without worrying about some jackhole doing a snatch and grab on it.

When I went to check email, I found that I was both happy for my phone made by the man-in-the-machine as well as having made whatever programs ran on my computer to go through my email for me. Instead of hundreds to read I only had around fifty. A look at the “processed” folder showed me that the software had gotten a lot smarter. It was taking care of the clothing, bathing suit, underwear, and body advice emails for me. Some were better than what I would have said. I forwarded half of what remained to Trudy since they were asking about help with being gay, needing a place to be with someone, and have their parent’s think they were straight, or at least playing for both sides. She was still the head lesbian at the high school. She had been taking on being the go-to person for the gay and lesbian kids at school. I read through and replied to the rest. They went quickly. Each was from someone that was having a hard time dealing with life in general. My computer had already put lists of suggestions of things that were likely to help if I wanted to suggest it to the person who sent me the email. None were to the point that I need to ask someone to check on them. Each one only needed someone to listen, or at least read, what was on their minds.

When I got to my voice mails, I found some were spam, and a few girls were calling to ask if I could come over during spring break because they were bored. Then I got some weird ones. At first, I couldn’t make out what the person was saying. As I listened to more of them, I could start to understand a few words here and there. By the time I finally got where I could understand what they were saying, I burst out laughing. Paula had found my phone number somewhere and was calling me to talk to me. She thought I was there on the phone when she heard my voice mail announcement. There weren’t any for a few days and then I had one from Paula that was her asked me to see her when I got home. She needed to talk to me about a lot of things. She wasn’t sure if she remembered things about me correctly or it was something naughty that caused her to wet her panties with something that wasn’t with pee.

She still sounds like a little kid in a woman’s body.

I finally got enough to eat and started to head back to the hostel. There was an alley that cut off three blocks of going around, so I turned into it as I had on the way here. As seems to happen to me lately, I soon found some goons coming out of the woodwork behind me and could see some girls, women, and a boy coming toward me from the other end. I slowed down to be ready to fight back here, away from the people at the other end. I expected the clowns to grab me at any second, so I was stunned when they pushed around me as they headed on down the alley. At the other end, I noticed more thugs coming in behind the people at the other end.

Are they going to rob them? Rape them? Both?

I stayed back a bit from the group of thugs in front of me but didn’t stop walking. When one pulled out a knife, I got close enough to get it away from him. It would be easy enough without worrying about anyone getting hurt. Another pulling a gun changed things. They weren’t very far from the girls, women, and the boy. Thinking quickly, I had the place let me not see the outer shell of the gun, only the firing pin, safety, bullets, and magazine. It had one round in the chamber and the safety was off. He even had his finger inside the trigger guard but wasn’t touching the trigger. Quickly having the place in my head see the boys without anything on but underwear showed me that the ones blocking the far end of the alley were just muscle to block off that escape route.

I waited until the girls and women started to realize their mistake before I did something. Sliding off into one of the places with trashcans, I stayed until the goon with the gun lifted it to point at the group. He directed the women and girls off into a trash can area like where I was standing. Some of the guys started trying to get the girl’s shorts pulled own. Others told them to wait for them to get all their possessions without having to fight them to get it. When the one with the gun started waving it around, to get the other women to hand over everything they hard, I sent the colors of energy needed to cause his arm to jerk up and to the side so the gun aimed at one of the long metal gutters on the side of one of the buildings. As I kept his arm from moving, I made his finger twitch causing the gun to fire the gun twice. I let him think he was in control before I moved his arm for it to aim at the thug holding the knife menacingly at one of the girls off in the little garbage can nook. I couldn’t target the blade, because it would make the bullet and knife hit the girls, so I had the place in my head help me get the right angle to hit the side of the building. When I made his finger twitch this time, the bullets hit the concrete to shatter it with enough force to knock the guy back. That caused him to drop the knife.

I kept making the guy with the gun jerk it around and fire at stuff that would make a lot of noise or threw debris at one of the thugs. He had two bullets left when a police car happened to be passing by the entrance to the alley where the girls, women, and the boy had entered. The two remaining bullets went toward the cop car.

Nothing better than having a bullet bust through the window right next to your head to get your attention. If not, the one that went through the window behind you to break out the back window should have done it.

I hadn’t seen the two men who stepped out of a door behind me that were carrying automatic rifles until they started to move towards me. I didn’t know what uniforms police wore in Greece, but theirs had EKAM patches where the US military had the military branch. The one closest to me told me, in Greek, to get back against the wall inside the place I was standing to keep me safe. The two cops from the car were coming into the alley with guns drawn.

Once I saw that the thugs realized they fucked up, I watched the people they tried to mug snapping out of the fear. The woman those cretins managed to get naked, from the waist down, showed no modesty as she turned around to quickly kick two of the thugs in the nuts hard enough to drop them both to the ground. One girl had gotten her shorts and panties pulled down just below her butt. The thug near her still had his balls holding the front of his shorts and underwear down from where he was about to rape her. Before the cops could intervene, she pulled a knife from somewhere, and what looked like a mini-blowtorch from the small bag she had been carrying. The guy didn’t even have a chance to flinch before she castrated him and cauterized the cut at the same time.

Where does a girl learn how to cut off nuts with a hot knife without much bleeding?

“You aren’t worthy of breeding, and now you can’t,” she told him as she held his nut sack in front of his face. “Didn’t you figure out that I like it rough from behind when I pushed my shorts and panties down? What about me telling you to give me the best you got? Just so you know, asshole, you owe me your very life. Do you have any idea how fast a man can bleed to death if someone cuts off his balls? I don’t want you dead. I wanted to give you something to remember me by you fucktard.”