Chapter 19

Nicole and Leslie enjoyed sharing me between them, and I enjoyed their company at night. The two women couldn't be any more different, and I shivered sometimes, when I thought about how different.

Leslie was all in. She loved getting on her back and pulling me down on top, and inside of her. We were gymnasts at times, as she pushed, pulled, and demanded more. It never seemed to matter how deep I got, or how hard Mr. Johnson hit her cervix. She wanted it harder, faster, and deeper. When she wrapped her lips around me, she gave it everything she had in her. Without a doubt she was the most talented women at oral sex I had ever been with.

Nicole liked the edges. She wanted me to spank her lightly while we made love, and she was on her stomach. The slap, slap, slap, seemed to take her to another place, but she went there without me. I gave her what she needed, but I wasn't in the game, as much as I was providing the game for Nicole.

Other things she liked included multiple sensations. She handed me her pre-lubricated, tiny vibrator, one night, and instructed me to ease it deep into her rectum, while I pounded her from the back. The twin attacks caused her to come so hard she passed out in mid-climax.

Her need was greater than any man she'd been with could keep up with, and I figured out why. Nicole had to find that over-the-mountaintop place, before it got really good for her. The first times we slept together, the newness worked to help her find her satisfaction, but later, she needed the combinations to get there.

Other than to tell me what she needed, Nicole didn't want to talk about her sexual needs. I tried, but she sloughed me off each time.

We managed to keep everything from Kristine, and her devotion to Baby, and Jasmine kept her diverted from just everything else in the whole word. We had to threaten her to get her bathe and go to bed. Even then, Jasmine had to have a bath right alongside her.

Our lives took on a bit of a routine in just a few days, and I found I liked it very much.

It was inevitable that the Universe would have a part for me to play in the war against ISIS, and it came at me all of a sudden.

I was at the airport, waiting for one of my pilots, who was going to give me a flight lesson in the "G" when I heard the loudest explosion I'd ever heard. It was a bomb, and it was set off by a group of men running right towards my wing of hangars.

Without time to think about it, I drew my Glock and waited for the men to close the distance. What they had just done had me white hot. Their bomb almost obliterated the Commercial terminal, just as two larger jets pulled up to disgorge their passengers.

I was instantly seething. They thought they could come to America, kill our citizens, blow up child care centers, and veteran hospitals, and get away with it? Even as the sound wave receded, I decided to fight back.

The fury that gripped me almost caused me to shoot too soon, but I resisted the urge and didn't shoot until they were almost on top of me. Doing it that way protected me, because the first clue they had as to my presence was when I opened fire. By then it was way too late.

I put the first two down before the third realized I was shooting. That might sound like impressive shooting, but they were way close, and running right at me, so it would have been as hard to miss, as it was to put them on their stomachs, with painful bullet wounds.

They'd live to repeat everything they knew to some very serious men in undisclosed locations around the country. It was going to SUCK to be those two.

The third one got a shot off and just nicked me. That made me mad, so I shot him too. Then I shot his dumb ass again.

I may have intended to kill him, but I'll never tell.

He died, which was very polite of him, as I would have had to shoot him again if he didn't.

My mother used to say "If you sleep in the pig sty you'll stink in the morning " Some people choose to get killed.

Lots of Airport Police, scores of cars from the local Sheriff's Department and the State Police were all over the scene, and as they could see the bullet wound (just a graze) on my upper arm, it was obvious that I acted in self-defense. Then a supervisor walked up and declared the bombing an act of war, and shooting them an act of national defense.

That seemed to please everyone.

A paramedic was summoned to tend to my tiny scratch, and then we all waited for someone important who called and said he was on the way, without any idea who that would turn out to be, to personally oversee the terrorists.

After a long wait, I excused myself to use the rest room and when I came back I found myself face-to-face with The Judge. The surprise almost caused me to give myself away, but I controlled my reaction, and offered my hand like we were complete strangers.

"You must be the luckiest SOB that ever lived," he said, sarcastically.

"Sir???" I said, confused.

"You just delivered two live terrorists to me, and one dead one. The live ones are worth millions in rewards, because our boys are pretty much killing everything that moves from this bunch. We need intel, and you've delivered it in spades, so thanks, and make sure you give the nice bean- counter over there the information so he can make the electronic transfers to your bank.

"Now, as far as what happened here. What the Hell Happened Here?!?!"

He was tired, short tempered, and stressed beyond belief, so his outburst wasn't personal, and I didn't take it that way. I could see that the spate of attacks had aged my old friend, and as much as I wanted to let him know we were in this together, I did not dare say anything that could compromise my identity.

So I waited for him to say some more words

"What I mean, young man, is, how did you come to be standing right here, conveniently located to kill a terrorist and wound two more, while getting a scar that will impress every girl you meet, in the bargain?" I felt the stiffness going out of him, having spouted off and letting the pressure drain away a little.

"That's just it, sir. I was standing right three," I pointed to the corner of the hangar door, "out of the sun while my flight instructor got the plane ready for a flying lesson, and the explosion about knocked me across the hangar. When I looked up I saw these three, armed to the teeth, running towards the hangar, trying to escape.

"They pointed their guns at me, first. So I shot them. That's when they stopped shooting at me and forgot about trying to escape." I wasn't about to give any details beyond the basic framework. The airport was full of cameras, and he would study the event from ten different angles.

The Judge thought about my side of the story, and then laughed. "You really did just happen to be standing here, didn't you? I'll be damned. These bastards run all over the country killing everybody they find, and a kid, barely out of his teens puts three of them on ice, like the rest of the country would pop the top on a Pepsi.

"Kid, you ARE the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on earth." He couldn't stop laughing, so he went with it.

When he was satisfied, he said, "You are getting a huge reward. MGM Grand put up tens of millions for anyone that got these guys, whether dead, or alive, and you did both! Damn, you are so lucky."

Once they were done with me, The Judge took me aside and said, "There are a lot more of these half-baked, brain-dead, idiots running around. Be careful. It might not be safe to stay in town for a few weeks. If you need somewhere to go, here's my card, and one of my staff can help get you situated. Just DON'T make a target out of yourself, or think you are invincible.

"They will try to avenge this, once the news gets out, so go home, pack a bag, and get the heck out of Dodge."

I chose another tack. "Sir, why don't you give me information about the rest of theses morons, and I will sneak around and kill them too? As long as they are walking around, the whole country is in danger. You've seen the way I handle my gun, and have to know that I will not hesitate to use it on these scumbags."

He thought about it for a long time, and then said, "If you are sure you want to play that game, there might be a chance you could help us."

We talked for hours.

The Judge knew of several caches of ISIS fighters, but not their missions. He wanted me to simply wander (blunder is more like it) around the area where they were thought to be holed up, and sniff them out for him. It sounded so benign, but was fraught with peril, and I knew I'd be killing more Muslim terrorists before long, which was fine with me.