Chapter 14

The Judge huddled with George and Kate, talking about how best to protect me, while making things look like they were leaving me hanging out there unprotected. For over an hour they hammered away at minor details, while fashioning a working model for the next time I 'needed' help with my bandages.

Kate was rather forceful about how vulnerable I would be, if I was inside that restroom alone with someone intent on doing me harm. She kept coming back to finding a failsafe for when all else fails. George agreed with her but couldn't figure out a way to put someone near enough to intervene if things went south.

The Judge was under orders to see to my safety, but he was also ordered to use me to bring down the co-conspirators, so he was betwixt and between on the subject of how far I would be from help, and how much help could be hidden nearby. It seemed like they couldn't find any solution that satisfied everyone, so they finally gave up for the night. The Judge left first, with his entourage, then George disappeared, leaving Kate and me alone.

I enjoyed looking at Kate in the evenings. Once we were away from others, and work, when Kate let her hair down, she was pretty. Not gorgeous or super model sexy. She was slim, with hair somewhere between blonde and brown, with an average figure, but her body had that lithe, suppleness, that drives men to distraction. I just knew I could bend her legs all the way back to her chest, and drive deep inside her, bringing us both an enormous amount of pleasure.

Her lips sometimes had a bee-sting fullness, that ached to be kissed, sucked, and licked, as did her occasional pokies, that tended to stand out after she washed up for bed. Sometimes Kate slid over to my side of the bed, and cuddled in her sleep, throwing her far leg over my waist, and pulling me in for warmth. When she woke in that position, she seemed embarrassed, yet content.

I liked her.

She was very nervous for me, and kept starting conversations about the layout of the Vice Presidents hallway, the distance from my desk to the restroom, where Secret Service officers were standing post, and how long I would be on my own with whoever came to kill me.

Kate was working herself up pretty thoroughly, so I kissed her.

It worked.

She gasped when my lips made contact, and she first tasted my tongue on hers. Very soon she allowed herself to join in and our tongues dueled for the longest time. Kate was suddenly a little cuddler. She literally crawled up into my lap, wrapped herself around me, and sucked my tongue as deeply into her mouth as possible.

It wasn't long until I could feel her grinding herself against my erection, circling her sensitive spot against my hardness. We stayed just like that until she stiffened, groaned, and squeezed for all she was worth.

When her climax abated, she collapsed, draping herself against me.

We rested until she roused herself, and demanded, "What made you do that?"

I gave her my version of the look. "You were way too wrapped around the axel about this. There's nothing we can do but let it play out and see who comes to kill me. Then we'll have a better idea about who is behind this never ending murder conspiracy.

"In the meantime, your mouth tastes wonderful. I enjoyed our little side trip very much, and hope you did." My smile disarmed her and my words were genuine enough that Kate relaxed, confident that I wasn't going to turn into a love-sick teenager.

It was time to go to bed, and suddenly I could feel the tension coming off of Kate, as she contemplated crawling into bed with the guy that just allowed her grind herself to an orgasm. Mr. Johnson wanted to have at it, but my realistic side wanted Kate to retain veto power, so I washed up, shaved, and crawled into bed with a thick, John Clancy novel, and let her decide how she felt.

Without any pressure, subtle, or overt, Kate calmed down, completed her bedtime routine, and as she crawled into bed, she kissed me very hard, then sat back to see if I would try to take advantage of her. When I left it to her how this night would end, she sniffed – just a tad bit offended – and rolled onto her side way from me, and went to sleep.

Knowing that that little act wasn't the final word from Kate, I turned out my light and settled down to wait.

It didn't take long.

"Kevin? Are you awake?" She sounded of all things, scared.

"Uh-huh," I said softly.

"I wanted to thank you for not climbing all over me, when I got aggressive before. The thing is, I would've understood if you did, because I definitely left you hanging, but you were so thoughtful, it's got me all tied up in knots.

"You see ... I WANT to throw you down, tear off your clothes and do it. I really do ... but I KNOW I'm not supposed to be doing that with you ... because ... well, because ... you see ... it's not done. That's why."

I let her have time to think through what she'd just said.

"But..." she immediately began to waiver, as I knew she would. "I wouldn't be offended if you were ... just a little ... you know ... interested."

The last word came out unlike the rest of her sentences. When she said it was Ok for me to be interested, she meant it was all on me to take this wherever it was going. Kate was asking me to have sex, without asking, and the way she asked meant she REALLY wanted to do it.

So we did.

It took hours, and I had her call the White House and report that I wasn't up to coming in the next morning. It wouldn't hurt for people to think I was getting weaker, just as it would solidify in certain people's minds that I was vulnerable for a hit – even one inside the White House.

Kate called George and told him I was staying in bed for the day, which meant he got a day off, as she would stay with me at the carriage house.

I did stay in bed most of the day.

Kate did too...

We enjoyed sex, but there was no spark of affection, beyond friendship with a distinctive benefit. Kate was slow to pick up on the fact that she felt no romantic attraction to me. It was obvious, but not to her, that she needed to have her ashes raked, but not because she was in love. When I put it in words for her, she smiled like I'd just shared one of the secrets of the universe.

"You know WHAT? You're right," She smiled, suddenly happy to have it out in the open.

We were visited by the Judge late in the day.

He brought bad news. I could tell the instant he slid out of the Suburban.

As soon as he was inside, and found the remnants of lunch on the coffee table, he grabbed a slice of fresh apple pie and said, "We have a HUGE problem," then fell silent, I guessed to think about how to share it with us.

After devouring the pie, and cutting a second one, he said, "This ... THING ... is getting scary. Kevin, you've handed us so many leads, and all we've done for you is get you shot. Well ... It's a damn good thing you didn't go into the White House today, because the Secret Service discovered a small cache hidden in an air vent that contained two pistols, and several extra clips, along with smoke grenades, and several flash bangs.