I woke about six thirty and went to the bathroom attached to the room. I showered quickly and put on the same clothes as I had on the day before. I would need to get some more clothes and underwear soon. Perhaps I can find a few more things in the big clothing supply room.
I was just about to begin searching for coffee and filters to put in the coffee pot on the counter, when Bobby came out, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Oh brother, another early morning dude that gets up at the crack of dawn. Here, let me get the coffee going. Pay attention so you know where stuff is."
Bobby was still in night dress. For a huge woman, she had found a sheer Nylon or silk gown that didn't quite hide what was underneath. I could make out the shape of her huge breasts, how large the areola around her nipples were, and it was obvious that she was bottomless when her back was to me, letting me view her broad, beautiful bottom.
When the coffee was started, Bobby turned around and couldn't help but see the bulge in my pants. "You are so neat to be so excited by me. To bad you've already had your bath or you could shower with me," she teased. Bobby gave me another of her fully encompassing, full body hugs and a soft kiss. "You are so sweet to get excited over me. We're going to have a lot of fun together."
She left to shower and dress for the day. I began rummaging in the fridge and found some bacon and a dozen eggs that I got out and put on the counter next to the range. The pots and pans were hung under the cabinets, so I pulled down a medium sized frying pan and started the bacon. While that was going, I found the bread and margarine and got ready to make toast.
Bobby came in just as the bacon was done, so I asked her how she wanted her eggs. She said over easy, so I busted six eggs into the pan then put four pieces of bread into her big toaster. Bobby had pulled out some plates and we were soon at the table having breakfast.
She stated, "You are going to be a good one to have here. You pitch right in, so it won't be any effort at all to keep you. Thanks for being so helpful, I'll try to make your stay fun."
As we ate, she began giving me some background. "About five years ago, my husband was killed in the line of duty. He was young and full of dreams to quickly become a station director for the Marshal's office. An escapee made the decision for him as they were closing in on him. Danny wasn't wearing his vest and the escapee was armed. I became a young widow."
I could see her eyes water while she narrated.
"I was lost and didn't know what to do with myself. All of the people from the office and the service were very supportive, but they can only do so much. Sarah and Howard came up with this job for me. They needed a place, a safe house, to keep people while the service made up new identities or found places to ship them. They needed someone to run it, so they asked me. I said I would try it out and was even involved in buying and remodeling this place. The rest is history. I love the job. I continuously meet new and different people, get a free place to live, free food, and get paid to boot. I'm now a full U.S. Deputy Marshal with all the privileges and benefits that go with it. I got it pretty good, don't you think?"
"You do, Bobby, but you don't get much personal time to meet another man for your life."
"Not true, I know all of the Deputy Marshals, and of course I know you now. Most of the guys are a little put off because I'm either too tall or they don't like my size."
"Boy, are they dumb," I exclaimed. "You're beautiful, Bobby. I'm looking at you sitting here right this instant and can tell you that I'm still fascinated by you. You're just big, big all over, that's all."
"Think you can handle a babe that's six-six and a little over three hundred pounds?"
"I'd like to find out, I can tell you that."
Bobby grinned, getting up to get us some more coffee. "Tell me about yourself and how you came to be here."
The story was long enough that we cleaned the table, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and were on our third cup of coffee by the time I finished.
Bobby said, "Interesting. If you get to stay around here, you should think about the Marshal's service or maybe even the FBI. It's a good living, a little strange, and only sometimes dangerous, but a great group to work with."
The phone rang and Bobby looked at the caller ID before she answered. She said hello and it became obvious that it was Sarah from the office. Bobby blushed, then I heard her say, "No, Sarah, I didn't do that. He is tempting though, isn't he? You should have seen, well maybe not, but I can tell you he was equally interested. Maybe you can come out while he's here. Come this weekend and we'll hang out by the pool. It'll give you chance to show off that neat new bikini you were telling me about."
She listened, then frowned. I could see her eyes water when she handed me the phone and said, "Sarah and the boss want to talk to you."
As soon as I took the phone, Bobby left the kitchen.
Sarah said, "I have your extra stuff and the clothes from the hotel. We'll drop it by on our check in out there later. I have to tell you that the station is really busy with the bureau downstairs working this case. It's almost frenzy city in here. I'll let Howard tell you all about it. I'll come out Friday night or early Saturday, depending on what my mom is doing. See you then."
Howard answered the phone with, "How are doing out there. Isn't Bobby the best? She's tops in my book and really looks out for the boarders she has."
I could hear him take a deep breath, "Ah," he paused, then "Ah," again, then finally he said, "Ah, we found Billy's wife and kids. The bastards had probably killed them before they even sent Billy after you. I have to tell you, Chuck, there's probably not a federal agent or Deputy Marshal around that's not hot on this case. DC is sending their best teams down to work here and they've organized a task force all over the nation to clean this up. There's going to be a lot of hard feelings for a while. I'm glad I'm on this side of the law."
"I'm sorry to hear about the family, Howard. You said that it might be that way, what a waste. I wish I were out helping you right now."
"Tell you what," Howard said, "have Bobby take you through the video classes while you're out there and go over department functions and rules. You're already sworn in as a full Deputy Marshal, thanks to Sarah, so you might as well be ready to do whatever a Marshal does. If I can, I'll bring you in to work, but right now your presence is too much of a distraction. It's better that you're considered a non-entity now. Read today's paper, it has a huge story on this whole thing. Get on the internet. Have Bobby show you the service's website and see how big this thing is."
Howard continued, "We caught Poppa trying to take off somewhere in a small airplane last night, so he's back in custody as a flight risk. The federal judge revoked bail indefinitely. His lawyers are going nuts petitioning the courts."
"We have the last two shooters we caught yesterday, and have picked up a dozen or so of Poppa's people. All are in private custody, with special precautions around the whole place. We should not have a repeat of what happened to Billy."
"Anyway, stay safe, stay loose, and let Bobby teach you. She's a great gal, enjoy yourself and relax. We'll get you out as soon as we can. Let me speak to Bobby, okay?"
I called out to Bobby who picked up an extension. As soon as I heard her say hello to Howard, I hung up.
A few minutes later, Bobby came in saying, "I wish I were active in the field. I'd love to be the one to put some holes in those guys that killed Billy's family, God, how horrible." The big woman was choking up, almost sobbing.
I held Bobby in a hug for a few minutes, and led her to the couch in the family room area off the kitchen. We sat and I hugged her while she wept quietly for a while. She finally said, "You know, this job lets me hear some of the most horrible stories that you could ever imagine, but it gives people like you and me a chance to help out in the big scheme of things. Billy and his wife were the ones who helped me over losing my guy. Without them, I would have chewed the end of Danny's Glock. They helped me back then and now you're a great help. Thanks for understanding, Chuck."
Bobby sat up and encompassed me in her mass again, hugging me and giving me a very arousing kiss. She smiled at me, "I'm really glad you are here for me after hearing another terrible story. You make me feel better about myself."
She pulled away and said, "Come on, let's put our swimsuits on and go out to the pool. I'll get my manuals and we'll begin your training after we splash around a little."
"Ah, Bobby, are there swimsuits in the clothing room?"
She smiled, "Hmmm, maybe we should do this without the swimsuits. It might be more fun."
She paused then said, "Yeah, there are several in there. Go get one that's comfortable and that fits."
I found a suit, then used the cane to sort of walk out to the pool without my fake leg. Bobby was in the pool, hanging on the side and cocked her head watching me hobble out there, "You could have worn the thing and taken it off out here."
I nodded and said, "I need to get what they call a sports peg, they strap on and off quick, but those things cost as much as a good prosthesis. I'm going to work on making one myself and save six or seven hundred bucks."
Bobby asked, "You have more than one of those, don't you?"
"No, just this one. I'll get another one soon, then I'll have a spare for when the cup and straps wear out. It takes forever for them to repair those things."
I went to the side of the pool, determined that this part of the pool was pretty deep, dropped my cane, and pushed off with my good left foot, diving into the pool.
Swimming is good exercise for an amputee, as you develop good upper body strength and you use your good leg and good thighs, in my case in a scissors motion. I am a good swimmer, but Bobby pushed off and propelled her massive form smoothly right along with me. She had amazingly strong strokes, coupled with her big arms and hands, to give her a speed edge over me.
I wore out after twenty minutes of hard swimming and Bobby was breathing hard as well.
"That was a good one, Chuck. Most people just splash around and call that swimming. You do like I do, you swim. Pretty neat to have a good swim partner, do you like to work out?"
I laughed, "Truthfully, not really, but if you ask, do I work out, the answer is yes. I need to do some dreaded treadmill stuff as close to everyday that I can, and if possible, an equal amount of stationary bike. Then I go through a series of weights or weight machines for the rest of my upper body conditioning."
"You are in luck, there is a large room in the back of the garage that has a treadmill, a stationary bike, and a series of machines and free weights that will keep you trim. I'll show you later. We'll work out after lunch."
We climbed out of the pool and dried off. Bobby indicated we would sit out in the sun for a while and picked up a bottle of Coppertone. "Let me slick you up, then you can do me." She took pads from two loungers and laid them on the deck, indicating that I should lay down on one.
The lotion was warm from the sun and felt great as she rubbed it into my back, shoulders, and arms. She did my leg then both thighs pushing her hands up under the leg of the boxer style swimsuit. The suit had a net to hold me instead of a jock, so her fingertips were bouncing against the netting. She told me to turn over then put some lotion on my face and upper body. She had given me a very relaxing massage.
Bobby was wearing a two piece suit that had a fairly skimpy bottom for a lady her size. Her generous top was vicariously held in place by a sort of halter arrangement. When she lay on her stomach, she reached behind herself with both hands and using a single finger from each hand ran them under the outer hem of the suit bottom then pulled up while sliding her fingers toward the top of suit. This pulled the material together and buried the suit between her butt cheeks giving the impression she had on a G-string suit. That'll take your breath away.
I swallowed a gasp back and spread lotion on her shoulders and back in the same motion she had done on me. I had just started and was trying to avoid getting lotion on her suit when she reached behind herself and pulled the bow loose at her neck and her back. The material fell aside, so I went to work, giving her a massage as good as she had given me. When my finger tips ran down her sides, they encountered her bulging breasts. My swimsuit was becoming confining.
Bobby's total size was fascinating. She is just so big. She is extremely tall for anyone, but then she is just big, very big. Her back and arms were firm and muscular. I had watched her swim and she was fit. Since I was now spreading lotion on her legs, I could feel the tight muscles there as well. Spreading lotion on her thighs while staring at her big bottom had me raging, thinking of all sorts of improper things. I knew she expected it, so I massaged lotion into her gorgeously huge butt, wishing I were kissing it instead.
When I stopped and leaned back looking at all that flesh, she asked, "Want me to turn over?"
Without thinking in almost a whisper I said, "Oh please."
The big woman did a pushup from her knees then just rolled over centering herself on the lounger cushion. As she rolled over her halter type top caught on something and simply pulled off. Bobby lay there now with only her suit bottom covering her pubes, but pulled together almost squishing into her pussy.
I just stared at her, then closed both eyes tight and opened them again. I must have exhaled very strongly when Bobby asked, "Gonna do my front?"
Looking her in her eyes, I poured a handful of oil and spread it over her neck and upper chest, above her breasts, then down over her stomach to the top of her suit bottom. Another handful of lotion covered the front of her thighs and legs. I massaged and caressed from her ankles all the way to the apex of her thighs. While still in full eye to eye contact, I poured another handful of lotion. Bobby began smiling really big.
Almost with reverence, I encompassed her left breast that was so big that my two hands could barely cover the lower underside of the massive mammary. I lovingly massaged the huge breast until the big nipple was sticking straight out. Still holding eye contact with the smiling Amazon, I poured another palm full of lotion and gave her other breast the same treatment, tormenting the stiffened nipple until Bobby closed her eyes and shuddered.
The act of putting lotion on Bobby was so exciting that I was worn out. I lay down on the pad next to her and just breathed deeply as if I and just run a hundred yard dash.
"You are so naughty," Bobby whispered huskily.
"Me, hardly, you just nearly gave me a stroke, letting me view and touch you. You are an amazingly beautiful woman."
"Thank you, Chuck, I loved what your hands were doing to me."
I had a thought about Bobby just then that I had to ask, "You wouldn't be related to a lady named Millie, would you? Her husband has a bar named..."
Before I could say the name of the bar, Bobby said, "Jonah's. Millie is my older sister. How do you know her?"
I told Bobby about how Jonah and I had become quick friends, and Millie, of course, had teased me to within a moment of me attacking, or at least trying to attack her.
"The teasing runs in the family," Bobby said with a smile. "She used to tease my Danny until he would drag me off and really pound me. She has that ability. Of course, I used to tease Jonah often as well. Since Dan was killed, we don't visit very often. I think she feels bad somehow that she still has Jonah while I'm alone."
"With all the guys in the service here, and that have been through here, I'm surprised that you haven't been scooped up by one of them and carried off into the sunset."
The big woman repositioned herself on the cushions on her side, holding her head up with her hand. "Most men are afraid of me, Chuck. I don't think any that I've met since I've been single would have even attempted to put lotion on me. That says something about you, you know. You dove in with both hands." The big lady actually giggled when she said that.
"Sarah told me you were the perfect gentleman, and you are. You did exactly as you were supposed to and didn't take one inch of liberty with me that you shouldn't, whether you wanted to or not. Wait till I tell Sarah what we did, she'll be so jealous. How come you didn't do more with her when she came to the hotel? She told me all about the great dinner you got for her and how sweet you were to her."
I thought for a second and answered, "Sarah told me right after we first met that she felt she was too old for me. That doesn't keep us from being good friends. I couldn't start something with a lady that feels she's too old for me. It wouldn't be right."
"You know, I'm a lot younger than Sarah is, and the little bit I may be older than you, sure isn't important to me. I love the way you react to me too. You know, you're laying there with your eyes closed, but you're still as hard as a rock."
With that, she reached over and held my very stiff dick over my swimsuit. "You know what that commercial says, 'if you experience an erection that last over four hours, you should call your physician."
"I'll be damned if I'll call for help. I want to experience four hours with you any day."
I heard Bobby moving around on the lounger pad just before she said, "Come over here and let's start on those four hours."
I opened my eyes and looked across at her. Bobby was lying on her back, bottomless with her legs spread, and her right hand was still holding me but now pulling me toward her a little.
My excitement level was so piqued that I shivered almost violently from just looking at her. We locked eyes as I began moving toward her. Bobby rose slightly, and with her two strong hands, stripped my suit from me, then actually picked me up and lay me onto her body.
The skin to skin contact was mind blowing. Amazingly, our parts matched, or was it almost a blending? I suddenly found myself buried deeply in her as her insides slowly massaged me. I began the ancient rhythm that has populated the planet since its inception.
With each five or six strokes, Bobby would shudder and shake, then hug me to her. We kissed, I suckled her breasts, she held my butt in her large hands, I thrust deeply into her. As I felt my insides begin to quake, I whispered, "Tell me your safe, I'm going to come so much we'll float into the pool."
"Do me, come in me, then come in me some more. I want to feel a man come in me, please fill me, make me a woman."
I hoped she was saying she was safe as at that second I began firing shot after shot as deeply into her as I could put them. Bobby's huge legs wrapped around me and kept pushing me into her as I continued the rhythm.
Luckily, my youth won out and I didn't even begin to soften but kept right on plugging until Bobby was gasping and shaking, then holding me as tight as she could, "Don't move, not even an inch, please don't move."
I rose to look at her pleasure filled face and leaned down to kiss her. We kissed and she breathed into my mouth. "Oh Chuck, that is so good. Now do me some more. I began to slowly slide completely into her then pull back out until I was almost free of her then repeated sliding completely into her again. As we did this over and over again, Bobby began to breathe faster and faster until she groaned loudly, very loud, then pulled my head to hers, kissing me and squeezing me inside her until my balls exploded again, sending a torrent of juice deep into her. She quivered and shook, then held me once again, squeezing tight so I couldn't move.
"Oh Chuck, we have to stop a while or I'm going to have a heart attack. Lay still, stay in me, let me hold you in me as we relax, please go soft. I don't think I can take any more right now."
It took fifteen minutes before Bobby's breathing began to become regular. She finally opened her eyes and said, "I thought I told you to go soft. What's that doing still hard inside me?"
We both laughed at her unusual admonishment. She smiled at me and said, "Slowly, very slowly, pull from me. When you do there's going to be a gusher, I can feel it. A lot of you has leaked out of me already, even with your plug in there."
I slowly pulled from her and looked down to see a river of thick milky white fluid flow from between her legs. Once up on my knees, I moved to the other pad to take my weight off her.
Bobby was funny as she sat up and bent over, looking at the flow from her pussy. "Good one, Chuck, you really did fill that thing up. If I were able, you would have definitely knocked me up. Damn, that was good. Come on, roll into the pool so we can clean up a little."
We did just that, I crawled to the pool while Bobby just rolled across my pad, the deck, and into the pool. She didn't let me get far, as she wrapped me up in her arms, holding me face to face with her. We kissed softly, touching each other, enjoying the feel of each other. When she wrapped her legs around me, she discovered I was still hard as I slid into her warm gooey center.
"Damn that thing still wants more?"
"Does that let you know how much you turn me on?"
"What would a young, good looking, guy like you want with a mammoth like me?"
"Are you kidding, you could be my lifetime project. It will take me a life time to explore all of you. I'll keep getting distracted and have to keep doing what we're doing right now."
Bobby shivered, "You feel so good, it feels so nasty to be so slippery under water from all the cum you've put in me."
As I buried myself as deep in her as I could she grunted and said, "I'm glad you're not any bigger. You're banging the depth of me as it is. It almost hurts, but it feels so good, I keep coming. You can't have anything else to put in me. You've come gallons twice already. I can't believe you're still hard."
"That's your physical influence on me, Bobby. You do that to me."
"Ring, ring, ring."
"Damn," Bobby said pulling from me, "the phone's ringing. I have to get that."
She pulled herself easily from the pool then hustled into the kitchen to answer the phone. She came back outside carrying a portable saying, "Yep, I've been giving him some instruction, but we haven't gotten too far yet."
She smiled at me then said, "Yes sir, he seems pretty relaxed and comfortable here. Yeah, you know I'll feed him well. He's a lot of fun to be around. I'll keep him for as long as you want." She listened a while, "Oh Howard, quit teasing. I should be so lucky to get a guy like Chuck to be interested in me. Yep, I have the front perimeter boundaries set. Who even knows this place exists. Only a few in our office know about this place. That's the way you've always kept it. Okay, he doesn't need any extra clothes right now. I have enough to take care of what he needs. Yes sir, I know that if I need anything I can call you any time. Okay, I'll ask him and let Sarah know. All right, Howard, I'll look for you tomorrow then. Make sure you call me before you come, so I know to look for you. I'd hate to neutralize you trying to drive in the garage."
"The boss is being overly cautious. He says he thinks some of the men are being tailed when they move from the garage. He said he knows no one followed him yesterday when he brought you out here, but he doesn't want to take a chance to come out directly from the office. Your stuff from the hotel is being boxed and sent from the hotel to the office. One of the guys will probably have it shipped to a drop, then it will be picked up and brought here."
Bobby came over and helped me out of the pool and had me hold onto her as she dried me off. I used my cane to hobble over to sit under the patio on a fancy outdoor loveseat. The big woman came over and sat next to me, but turned toward me. She looked at me and said, "Chuck, do you have many close relatives, like a mom or dad, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins?"
I looked at her then said, "My immediate family was all killed in a car accident while I was on my first tour over in Iraq. That would have been my mom, dad, and a sister. Both grandparents passed away over the last couple of years and the only aunt I have is a recluse up in Montana somewhere. I remember it is up around Helena. She went up there after a boyfriend jilted her and just stayed up there. That was my Dad's sister. My Mom's kin are all down in the Louisiana Bayou. They're Cajun that lives out on the swamp islands. I've never been there, and I've never met any of them. Mom ran away from there when she was fifteen, met and married my dad when she was still sixteen. That's why I stayed in the service and kept going back to war zones. It wasn't a death wish, but it was a way for me to laugh at it."
Bobby patted my hand and said, "Well stick around here and I'll lend you some of my kin. Besides Millie, I have four more sisters, both younger and older. The two youngest aren't married, but of course Millie and my oldest sister are married. I have two brothers, one older and one younger than me."
She smiled at me and said, "And yes, all of us girls are big. We are all super tall and big. Wait till you meet my mom. You'll go nuts. She is almost seven feet tall. When she was younger, she was in a circus and did carnival sideshow work as the world's tallest woman. Part of her act was to lift massive weights to show off her strength. She met dad when he was assigned to be her sidekick for weightlifting. He's only about five eight or nine and as skinny as a toothpick. Something clicked between the two and my oldest sister came along. They got married but stayed with the circus as clowns for a few years while she had Millie then my older brother. When she was pregnant with me, they decided to settle down near here and raise a family. Dad was a mechanic for the circus originally, along with working the sideshows so he became a mechanic here. He still has a small shop down in Bradenton where he and my two brothers work on trucks and cars."
"I didn't tell you about my brothers because I didn't want to scare you. Henry is six foot seven and weighs around four hundred pounds. Donny is about five nine and weighs maybe a hundred forty, soaking wet. Hard to believe they're brothers, but they are and they are close. They're both married and live next door to each other. They married twins. The two girls they married are both average height, but both qualify as Big Beautiful Women."
"So far, they both have two kids and perhaps that's all they'll have." After telling me about her family, she became contemplative, looking out over the pool at the back yard.
I pulled her close to me, enjoying the skin to skin contact, but feeling the powerful muscles beneath her soft exterior. "You know you are one hell of a Big Beautiful Woman."
"According to Millie and my sisters-in-law, I don't qualify because I'm not fat. I'm just big. They say you have to have a lot of extra pounds to be a BBW."
"Well, I'm the beholder and I think you are one Big Beautiful Woman. Damned if you just fascinate the hell out of me."
"You're so sweet. You know, I'm not supposed to fraternize with guests. But you really can't count cause your part of us. We maybe shouldn't fraternize with fellow employees, but I think it's all right under the circumstances, don't you?"
Thinking about it a second, I answered, "You know, Howard may have sent me out here for just that reason. I think he figured we might get together. The person who will have figured that out is Sarah. You'll have to ask her in a back door sort of way."
"I'll do that when I call in this afternoon. I talk to the office twice a day everyday. If I don't call or talk to them within the specified times, they are out here in a flash. I forgot a couple of times over the years and each time, there were five or six cars here."
There was something that bothered me, "Since I've been here, I haven't noticed any hardware. Do you have any protection here, or is it not good to have something like that in a safe house?"
"Honey, I have a better arsenal than McDill AFB, let me show ya."
Bobby led me into the house, both of us still naked. By the front door was an umbrella stand. She lifted out an MP5 from behind a couple of big umbrellas. Over by the the kitchen door to the garage, she pulled another MP5 from behind the refrigerator. Then she pulled out a drawer on the other side of the door and there was a Glock 19. She led me throughout the house showing me various handguns and MP5s.
Bobby stopped at the door to her bedroom and said, "Don't be mad at what you see in here, because it's part of what's necessary to keep this place protected. She opened the door then led me into the bedroom. She pulled a couple of bi-fold closet doors open to display a dozen and a half video screens. There was the front of the house, the patio, pool, and back yard, each room in the house, the garage, and there must have been four cameras on the roof giving a good view of the perimeter on the outside of the fence and down the street from the house.
In the closet with the monitors were additional rifles and several boxes of handguns, along with multiple cases of ammunition. Bobby looked at me and asked, "Think that's enough?"
All I could do was nod.
We went back to the kitchen where she said, "It's time for lunch. I have some roast beef for sandwiches. How about a roast beef with pepper cheese, lettuce, tomato and some jalapenos? Want plain mayonnaise or would your rather have horseradish spread?" Just the thought had my mouth watering.
We fixed a couple of big sandwiches, then she pulled out a Coke Zero and held it out to me questioningly. I nodded and took it. She got one for herself and we went back out to the patio still stark naked.
We sat at the table on the patio, enjoying the warm breeze while eating the delicious sandwiches. When we finished, Bobby asked, "Want to lie down for a few minutes and let our meal settle, or would you rather look at training videos."
"I'll follow you, Teach. Lead on."
She led me into her room and said, "Watch this." She pushed a button by the bed and the sliding door between the family room and the patio slid closed and a red light over the patio display turned green. All of the monitors displayed green lights except the monitors that show out of the yard area. They had a regular white lights. Bobby smiled at me and said, "There, all secure."
She pulled a sheet and bedspread over us and then pulled me into her to be cradled against her chest. She kissed my forehead and I felt her body relax. She was content.
I drifted off for about an hour, until I heard a "beep, beep, beep, beep" continuously coming from the monitor area. I quickly sat up, looking at the monitors and saw the mailman walking up the sidewalk and setting a large folder by the door, then walking back to his truck. He put some mail in the mailbox then pulled down the street to the next house. I could see this in the monitors from the roof. I watched as the truck went to each mailbox until it turned at the intersection to go down that street.
Bobby said, "If he didn't turn at that street, I would think there was a problem, but it's probably something from the service. They send stuff in big envelopes that look as if I subscribe to some kind of coin collection club." She got up and went to the monitors and picked up a joy stick. "Let's look at the envelope before I put on clothes and get the mail." She maneuvered the camera to look at the envelope then zoomed in on it. The envelope said, "United States Mint, Collectors Club."
"I guess we should dress. Darn, I really enjoy being naked with you. It feels so good and I keep thinking that we're both so available to each other to just ravish. And then, if we're going to get any studying done, we better put on some clothes."
She slipped on some shorts and a big man's short sleeve shirt and only buttoned it up to leave a delightful view of some cleavage. She said, "I'm going for the mail, slip on some shorts and a shirt and meet me in the family room."
When I was dressed, with my leg in place, and in the family room, I watched as Bobby opened the envelope. There were several pieces of paper and a couple of checks. She handed me a sheet of paper that had my name in the "to" area of the memo.
It was a welcome into the U.S. Marshal's service. It explained that my swearing in had initiated all of the customary benefits of a Deputy Marshal at the grade of Corporal. If I were to complete the list of training requirements below, I would be eligible for promotion to Sergeant. Upon reading the list of training videos, I discovered that I had already watched all but one. Sarah had already tested me on the others so she must have forgotten the remaining one, or she had a reason not to give that one to me.
Bobby said, "You're pretty important property to the service. They even sent me and extra stipend in order to purchase any special materials for your comfort. I suppose I could go into city to the strip clubs and pick out a couple of dancers for you. No reason to do that though, all I have to do is call my two younger sisters. They would be out here in a heartbeat, putting on a show for you. So, what was your note all about?"
I showed her the note and explained that I had already completed and had been tested on all of the videos expect the one. She checked the name of the video and said, "I have that, we'll watch it in a bit and I'll test you on it afterward. Now that you know you need to absorb what's on the videos, you'll remember them. How did you do on the others that you watched?"
"I don't know the score, but Sarah said I passed all of them fine. I really like the interrogation videos. They were good, because I can use that information for my interviews for my regular job, if I ever get to go back to it."
"If you make Sergeant, you may not want to go back to that job. If you make Sergeant, you will be making about sixty-five base. The best part about it is that you will be just one step down from a station chief like Howard. Whoever got you classified as a Corporal coming in did you the big favor. It takes guys five, six, seven years to make Corporal. It must have been your military service that did that. I'll ask Sarah or Howard."
She smiled and said, "Come help me find that video and the work sheet. Let's make you eligible for Sergeant your first day of training out here."
First, we put away the mail that we had received then went to find the video. In her magic closet, she had a shelf come down on some kind of motorized rotating basis. It took three shelves before we found the video and training packet.
The video was on hostage negotiations. The service kept a hard line on hostages, not compromising to the kidnapper unless directed by Washington. All of the information was pretty straightforward until it got to the documented situations. There were six case studies, where four were completed saving the hostage, but two cost the lives of the hostage, and one of those also cost the life of a Deputy Marshal.
All of the videos had the good and the bad. It seems as if the service lost a Deputy Marshal in almost every type of confrontation at one time or another. It was good that they documented it on the videos so you knew that the job had risks.
After I filled out the test, instead of giving oral answers, Bobby faxed the sheet to Sarah. Once it was gone and a confirmation received, she called, turning on the speaker of the answering machine, while she was on the handset that went with the cordless set.
Bobby: "Well, Sarah, you can send Chuck in so he's on the Sergeant list now."
Sarah: "I know. Isn't it neat they gave him credit for his military service? Howard reviewed his military service and said Chuck had several commendations and honor medals. I'm typing up the transmittal for his Sergeant grade right now. Considering he's in protective custody, he might get the grade almost overnight. Once he becomes Sergeant, he might be allowed to come back to life and help track down the rest of the bad guys."
Bobby: "You know he did all of the initial and pre-field videos too don't you."
Sarah: "Yes, he did that on his own. He figured out which ones he should watch this past weekend pretty much on his own. I only put a few in on him so he'd have some enjoyable ones too. You know he scored an almost perfect score on all the post video tests. Those scores will help him toward Sergeant too."
Bobby: "Do you think some of the other younger or newer Deputy Marshals will be jealous?"
Sarah: "I don't think so. They all saw how Chuck figured out that he needed to be taken out of the picture and he even planned out how to do it. What was bad was that Billy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Oh, I need to tell you. The service is giving him an honor burial along with his family. It's going to be one consolidated service. His record is being sealed without mention that he did away with the prisoners. The bureau is going along with it because it was their man that didn't accompany Billy in the cell area. The man is on report over it. Anyway, you need to attend the funeral. Chuck will probably be fine out there by himself. He's pretty resourceful and he doesn't scare very easily."
Bobby: "Let me know when it is and I'll be there."
Sarah: "It's tomorrow morning at ten. After the service they are going to take the whole family to a plot over at the Garden of Memories on East Lake. After the graveside service, there is going to be a luncheon wake back downtown. It's going to be a full day, so make sure Chuck has something constructive to do tomorrow."
Bobby: "I'll just have him rest up all day so he can take care of me when I get home. Think that'll work?"
Sarah: "Oh you. You've probably already got into his pants. But then I know you too well. You're such a stickler on procedure. While you have that man in your clutches, you should take advantage of him. I know I would, but he's too young for me."
Bobby: "Well, maybe you'll have to come out here and entertain him one day this weekend. We could double team him and see how he holds up. See if he would make a good "Undercover" guy.
Sarah and Bobby laughed together.
Bobby: "Okay, I'll meet you at the office no later than nine so we can go out to the funeral home together. See you tomorrow."
Once off the phone, Bobby said, "Let's read the newspapers about yesterday. We became distracted this morning and didn't do that."
The front page headline announced "FBI agent and U.S. Deputy Marshal killed in downtown Tampa. The story didn't follow the line that we had set up for the bad guys' consumption, but said two men with rifles had shot the men in front of the federal building. The story gave Billy's name and said that his family was being searched for as they had been kidnapped earlier. They didn't give my name, but said I was a new Deputy Marshal and new to the area. The service was withholding my name until next of kin could be notified. There was a picture of Billy and me laying on the sidewalk with sheets over us.
Another story told about several underworld hoodlums who had been killed recently in confrontations with law enforcement. The newspaper described that two hired killers, who were later killed in a confrontation, had earlier assassinated two men. The gun battle had been witnessed by some homeowners, but the media had been warned away.
Still another story talked about Poppa Nardelli having been arrested, released, then re-arrested when trying to flee the country. Poppa's attorney gave a statement saying that Poppa wasn't trying to run, but wanted to go somewhere to relax and get over the trauma of being jailed. For some strange reason, the writer didn't give the charges Poppa was being held on.
There was no comment on the fraudulent employment and training scam that had been, and possibly still was, occurring. It's pretty difficult to shut off money when it is being sent regularly by the government.
We went to Bobby's computer and she logged onto the U.S. Marshal's website. There, we were able to look up the investigation. They listed cities from coast to coast with individual names of the people who were supposedly trained and hired with a subsidy. The service had referred the case to the bureau and the amount of misappropriated funds exceeded a hundred million dollars.
Bobby said, "No wonder you are not very popular. You probably cost them another hundred million because you blew the whistle on them. I wonder if the service is going to make up a story saying you were working undercover to investigate suspected fraud. If they did that, the bad guys would leave you alone, because covert stuff is okay with the bad guys. It's part of the business. If you were undercover with the bad guys they would be hunting you, but since you were possibly undercover in another government agency, you're probably clear. I'll ask Howard about that tomorrow."
Bobby shut down the computer and said, "Okay, it's time for some physical training. Come workout with me. You need to work out to get your strength up, and I need to get really strong so I can get into a carnival sideshow." We both laughed at that.
I began by warming up on the bike for ten minutes, then got on the dreaded treadmill and stayed there for thirty minutes. As soon as I was off the bike, Bobby rode hard, at a high tension rate, for almost thirty minutes. When she was done, she began doing stretches before she used the free weights. She worked steadily, only once having me come over to spot her while she was doing her bench presses. Wow! She pressed right at five hundred pounds. That is strong. I used the machines for shoulder and abdomen exercises, used some weight for curls, then did my two hundred pound bench press that I was so proud of.
We kept this up until we had been at it for an hour and a half. Bobby got up and stretched out, then said, "Come on, let's swim and stretch ourselves out. We won't be able to do much of this tomorrow. You can use the gym stuff, but not the pool. You'll be restricted to the inside of the house until I get home tomorrow."
We swam nude, after dropping our clothes and my leg on the patio. After the swim, Bobby took the cover off the hot tub. We got in and enjoyed the bubbles. We ended the afternoon with her bent over the side of the hot tub, with me behind her, pounding away.
We took a shower then made a great grilled chicken dinner. The evening was spent leisurely watching a movie until we went to bed, in Bobby's bed. The bed is big enough that neither one of us had to sleep in the wet spot.