Chapter 30
Jake questioned Cindy for a half hour about the Tremonts, their friends, and their mansion. Cindy could not tell him a lot. Beyond a few names of the people at the party and some personal observations about Alfred and Michelle, she did not have much to offer. Melissa and Trish had a huddled conversation of their own while Jake was questioning Cindy. Cindy's status in the family had changed abruptly as a result of her revelations and obvious need for recovery. Melissa no longer saw the beautiful actress as a threat to her marriage, instead she saw a frightened, wounded young woman who needed their assistance. When Jake and Cindy finished their conversation, Trish took charge.
"You are staying with us for a while Cindy. I'll go with you to your place to pick up some clothes and whatever else you need," Trish stated.
Cindy nodded, actually smiling a little in relief at Doctor Wellington's declaration. She knew that she would feel better here with Jake and Patricia. Even Melissa made her feel better, something she would have found hard to believe a month ago. The peace and tranquility of this house and these people were almost palpable. It stood in stark contrast to the overly formal pretentiousness of the Tremonts' mansion or the modernistic sterility of her new house on the river. At least, it was tranquil -- until Nina and Leslie burst through the front door loaded down with loot from a serious clothes-shopping spree. Both Nina and Leslie had grown over the summer and needed new winter wear. Leslie especially had hit a growth spurt and was inordinately proud of her need for bigger bras now.
The teens came to a screeching halt when they saw Cindy sitting at the kitchen table. They recognized her immediately; she was currently the hottest young star in Hollywood. Jake made introductions then asked Nina to show Cindy around. While Nina was giving Cindy the nickel tour, Jake brought Melissa, Trish, and Leslie up to speed on what he knew about Alfred Tremont.
The women were shocked by Jake's revelations, especially about Alfred's ability to loop himself back in time. Jake had given that topic considerable thought since Elliott told him about it. He told the women that he believed that if you make yourself die on the date of your original jump, nothing would stop you from occupying the same host body again.
"No wonder Alfred doesn't want the future disturbed," Trish said. "His ability to make the transition back could be put in jeopardy if things happen differently."
Jake excused himself as the women discussed the implications of repeated returning to the past. Leave it to Trish to hit the nail squarely by observing that it would not take long for such a person to come down with a serious case of megalomania. Jake said amen to that, then went to make some phone calls. His plans for some down time just went out the window. His first instinct was to just kill Alfred and be done with that particular danger to this line's future. Yet, if he did that he might be dooming another line with him and his family in it to Alfred's whims. All these implications were making his head spin, but out of the chaos a plan was beginning to form.
After making a couple of calls, Jake snagged his car keys off the dresser in the bedroom and went back to the living room. He kissed his women goodbye and headed into town. Jake's first stop was at Data on Time. Mrs. Stanton, the head research librarian, met him in the lobby. Marion Stanton was a cheerful, efficient woman in her early sixties. Marion had appointed herself Jake's unofficial grandmother almost as soon as she was hired. Marion led Jake to her office and sat him down at a small conference table stacked with newspapers and magazines.
"Here is all we have on Alfred Tremont to date, Jacob. I have had two researchers looking for anything on Michelle Tremont since you called. The stacks are divided by year, the one closest to you is this year."
"Thanks, Mrs. S.; you are the best. Do you think I could get a cup of coffee and someone to help me go through this stuff?"
"Of course, but hot chocolate would be better for you," she fussed.
Jake laughed, then stood up and kissed her on the cheek.
"You are the greatest. How are things going here now; do you have enough help?" he asked.
"Yes, dear; I just hired two new researchers. They are both doing well with all the automated systems you have installed. We are putting twenty periodicals and newspapers into the optical character reader each day plus at least a thousand pages of text. The new storage units that the Texas people designed are great."
DOT was Jake's pet project. He was actively involved in both the data storage and media development parts of the company. The latest innovation from the media storage company was a data platter using record-album-sized discs. The discs stored information on both sides and held a hundred megabytes per side. The discs were stacked twenty to a rack the size of a milk crate. One disc held the index for all the others; a query took fewer than ten seconds to find the right disc and track. To the computer industry, the storage systems were a quantum breakthrough leaping over megabyte to gigabyte capacity. TnT had patented the technology and manufacturers were fighting to license them.
Mrs. Stanton departed and Jake sat down to read. Three minutes later, a pretty young woman brought him a steaming cup of coffee. Jake stood up and introduced himself, then they sat down and started working. Jake had the young woman photocopy the magazine and newspaper columns being careful that dates were assigned to each one. Then they collated everything by date started with the oldest item first. Jake thanked the woman and tracked down Mrs. Stanton again. Jake asked Marion if she could contact someone at the Chicago Tribune to search the newspaper's archives for any references to the name Tremont going back ten years. Also, see what they could find on his wife Michelle prior to her becoming Mrs. Tremont. Mrs. Stanton said she would call immediately but that it would take a few days. She suggested that they query the University of Chicago through the data-link to see if they had archived the paper. Jake swept the woman up in a hug.
"Great idea, Mrs. S.; no wonder you are my favorite."
Mrs. Stanton laughed and shooed him out the door.
Jake's next stop was to see his buddy Tiny Johnson. Jake wheeled his pickup into the lot of the newly refurbished Tiny's Gunrack. Tiny had gone western with everything but a hitching post out front. Inside, the store featured glass display cases as if it were a jewelry store. Tiny now had an incredible selection of firearms with pistols, rifles and shotguns of every description. Long gone were the days when all he had was a few used weapons he had taken in pawn. A nicely dressed young woman was behind the counter when Jake walked up to it. Jake was about to ask for Tiny when the big man came out of a door next to a large mirror set into the wall.
"I'll take care of this one, Maxine; he's an old friend," Tiny said.
Maxine nodded and wandered over to the cash register. Jake stuck out his hand but Tiny grabbed him in a bear hug that almost crushed Jake's chest. Tiny finally let Jake go and clapped him on the back. Tiny was as big as ever, six-seven if he was an inch, two-eighty if he was an ounce. Tiny was not all that fat either, sure he had a gut, but he also had shoulders an axe handle wide. Tiny was wearing Levis and a tee-shirt that had a confederate flag over the heart. The back of the shirt said, "If the north is so great why don't you go back." Subtlety was not Tiny's strong suit.
"Tiny, do you have a few minutes? I need to talk to you in private," Jake said.
"Sure, Jake, we can talk in my office."
Tiny led Jake into the door the big man had just exited. A huge desk sat so that the person behind it could look into the store through the large one-way mirror. Jake was impressed with Tiny's office. It was neat as a pin with framed memorabilia on the walls. Jake noticed that the autographed Yankee's uniform shirt he had given Tiny was prominently displayed. Most striking, however, were the items from Tiny's military service. Directly behind the desk was a shadow box with Tiny's awards and decorations. A Silver Star topped the two rows of miniature medals. Jake was most surprised that Tiny had served in the 173rd Airborne Brigade in Vietnam. He must have done at least three tours judging by the number of stars on his campaign ribbon.
There were five or six 8x10 photographs in black metal frames arranged on the wall around the shadowbox. Jake was particularly impressed with the photo of a slimmer, more muscular Tiny carrying a 81mm mortar. He had the tube over his shoulder, the bipod and sights across the top of his rucksack, and the base plate in his left hand. The 81mm weighed in at close to a hundred and fifty pounds and was normally carried by a crew of three. Young Sergeant Johnson was a stud if he really carried that thing plus his own gear, even if it was for just one patrol.
"Tiny, I didn't know you were in the Herd. Hell, I didn't even know you were a paratrooper. What's your story?" Jake asked.
Tiny regarded him for a minute, uncertain about letting Jake in on his past. Then he thought about the bomb he was going to drop on his young friend in a few minutes, he smiled and leaned back in his chair.
"Not much to tell really, Jake. I was a big ambitious country boy and the army seemed a way to get ahead. I enlisted in sixty-two and let the recruiter talk me in to going Airborne. In sixty-three I was assigned to the 1st of the 503rd in Okinawa. Later that year we were the first full-strength unit sent to Vietnam. I was a machine gunner in a rifle platoon. Vietnam was ugly but it also offered me ways to make money like I never dreamed of. We made and sold fake NVA flags to Air Force guys, sold cigarettes to mamasan, and dabbled in selling greenbacks on the black market. It took me three tours to get enough to stake me to my business.
"In between making money, me and my boys made life hell for the Viet Cong around Dak To. We were young and dumb and full of cum, bloodthirsty warriors sure every day would be our last. Around Thanksgiving of sixty-seven, my platoon was part of an operation to capture hill 875. I was a platoon sergeant by then. Thirty-three of us went up the hill, nineteen of us returned. That's when I decided I'd had enough and came home. Only twelve members of that platoon are still alive. We all know we are going to heaven when we die because we've already survived hell.
"That's enough war stories, now what can I do for you? I owe you some favors, my man. Betting on you and your hunches is making me rich."
Jake told Tiny that he needed some kind of security system for the ranch. He wanted some sort of passive system that was undetectable and unobtrusive. Tiny nodded his understanding then asked how elaborate a system Jake wanted.
"Museum quality," Jake replied.
Of course, Tiny knew a guy who specialized in high-end security services; Tiny knew everyone. He took an address book out of his desk drawer and called Orlando. Five minutes later Jake had an appointment at the ranch with David Newton of Newton Security Services for the next morning. Jake hung up the phone and turned his attention back to Tiny.
"Why is it that you seem to know everyone in the state?" Jake asked.
Tiny gave Jake another hooded look. Once again, Jake had asked a question that he would normally sidestep.
"That's what I do, Jake; that's how I really make my living. I deal in information and I'm a facilitator; I help people make things happen. Maybe we'll talk more about that some other time. Jake, besides liking you, there is another reason I'm glad to see you today. Your sister Debbie introduced me to your cousin Claudia a few months ago. Claudia and I hit it off immediately. We are in love, or at least I know I am. We are also both crazy about Debbie. I asked them both to move in with me. They have agreed but told me I needed to talk to you about it. I was hesitant to do it because our relationship is sort of out there. They said that you would understand how we feel. This is not my style, Bud, to be asking for your blessing. Yet, it seems to be a big deal to them so that makes it important to me."
Jake gave Tiny a baffled smile.
"Jesus Tiny, don't tell me they've snagged you into the family too. Of course, I approve, not that it really matters what I think. I don't even have to give you the 'if you hurt them, I'll come after you speech' with Debbie in the mix. Claudia is a sweetheart -- but are you sure you are up to dealing with my sister?"
It was Tiny's turn to chuckle.
"I hate to admit it but sometimes she scares the shit out of me. She is, hands down, the mentally and physically toughest person I've ever met. My intentions are honorable, though, so I'm not worried too much about really pissing her off. Besides, the benefits of being with them are worth the risk," he finished with a grin.
Jake left the gun shop still smiling. He liked the hell out of Tiny anyway and now the big man was family. It was a surprise about Claudia, however, he knew that she had broken up with the lawyer but thought she was still unattached. He would bet money that he was the only one in the family that did not know about Claudia and Tiny. Tiny had hinted as much when he said that he had met Claudia's father Sean and passed muster because his grandmother was Irish. Jake was going to have words with his cousin and sister; they had not even obliquely mentioned Tiny while they were in Ireland. Poor Tiny, it was only a matter of time before the big guy was as pussy-whipped as Jake himself was.
Jake received another surprise when he returned home to find Nina, Jennie, Claudia, and Mary Murphy waiting for him.
"What's the occasion, ladies?" he asked.
Mary started, "Jacob, we need to talk to you about Donna."
"What about her? I said I'd do what was required of me and I will."
"That's not going to be enough," Mary said. "She's out of control, Jacob. Your rebuff of her has made her even worse. She has announced her intention to sleep with every guy she meets if that's what it takes to prove you wrong. You have a responsibility to try to fix that before she takes the trip to Slutsville."
Jake understood his mistake immediately. As conceited as she acted, Donna was still young and insecure. Jake's putting her off must have been a big blow to her self-esteem.
"Oh shit," Jake said aloud, "I really messed this up. I let her bad attitude make me an asshole. I'll call her this evening and try to correct that."
"That's good -- but it's going to take a while to change her thinking. You need to make sure she focuses her energy on you until she is thinking straight," Mary said.
Jake agreed that he would do whatever was necessary. The women got up to leave but Jennie hung back. She asked Jake if she could talk to him in private for a minute and Jake led her out to the pool area. They sat down at a patio table and Jake looked at her expectantly.
"Jake, I appreciate you leaving me alone like you do. You know it would not be hard for you to get me in bed. I use to be ashamed of how I would get cravings for you until Mama told me about our family. I try hard to avoid you but it hurts not being with my family. If I spend more time with everyone, will you still leave me alone?"
Jake took her hand and kissed it; Jennie drew a sharp breath.
"You are safe with me, Jen," he said. "I am attracted to you like I am to the others but I respect you and Larry and the love you have. It would be great to see more of you around here. If I can't have you, I'll at least get to look at you. Deal?"
They shook hands and she gave him a mischievous smile.
"Deal," she said, "now that I know I'm safe, I might even enjoy tormenting you."
Jake thought he was beyond surprises for one day until he went to bed and saw Cindy's blonde head peeking out from the covers. Cindy was ensconced between his wife and Trish, cocooned in their safe embrace. Jake mentally shrugged, stripped off his clothes, and started to slip in the bed.
"Sleep in the middle next to Cindy, Hubby Bear," Muffy said, "I need to be on the outside in case nature calls."
Jake did as he was told as Melissa scooted back to make room for him. One of these days, Jake thought, he was going to say no to something one of the women told him to do just to be contrary. Today was not going to be that day, however, as he squirmed in between his wife and Cindy. Melissa snuggled up against his back as she always did when pregnant. Jake draped his arm protectively across Cindy from one side while Trish did the same from the other.
"I feel safe here with you all; thank you so much," Cindy said, her voice quavering on the verge of tears.
Trish shushed her and stroked her head until she fell asleep. Jake drifted off shortly after. He dreamed about the dungeon under the castle's ruins on Croagh Patrick. Jake woke at his normal six-thirty the next morning with Cindy somehow wrapped in his arms. His nose was pressed into her strawberry scented hair, her hard little ass pressed into his groin. Jake did his oft-practiced trick of slipping out of the bed without awakening anyone and headed for the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. When the coffee was ready, he poured a cup and went out on the pool deck to enjoy the cool morning air.
He was at one of the patio tables watching two colts cavorting in the south pasture when Cindy walked out with her own mug of java. Cindy Sorenson even woke up looking beautiful. Her sleepy eyes and disarrayed hair were sexy as hell. Cindy was wearing a red negligee of the type Melissa favored; it was floor length but hugged every curve like a crimson coat of Chinese Lacquer. Even Ray Charles could see she wore nothing under the gown.
"Morning, Cindy, I hope you slept well," Jake said.
Cindy bent down and kissed his cheek. Jake could not help but admire her firm breasts down the gaping lace bodice of the nightie.
"I slept like a baby until you got out of bed," she replied. "It was the best night's sleep I've had since... well, in weeks."
Jake told her that was great then asked her if she was up to answering questions he had after reading some documents he had brought home from Data on Time. When she said sure, he questioned her about the home for run-away teens that Alfred funded. The charity struck Jake as out of the ordinary because it was the only thing besides museums that Alfred supported. Cindy told him that some of the kids worked at the mansion. They all were polite, good looking and devoted to the Tremonts. The seemingly happy teens were part of what put Cindy at ease staying at the mansion. Although now as she looked back on it, Alfred and Michelle were very touchy feely with them and some were barely in their teens. Funny, she reflected, that it did not strike her as strange then.
Cindy's story reinforced Jake's belief that Alfred was somehow controlling the runaways just as he had controlled Cindy. The thought of leaving the underage kids in Alfred's clutches set Jake's teeth on edge. Yet, he knew that he could not do anything about it at the moment. What he needed was to get his hands on one of Alfred's young servants. He was willing to bet that, after a day or two away from the Tremonts, the youngster would not be so kindly disposed towards his employers. Jake could not go to Chicago himself, not with Muffy due in the next week to ten days. Plus, the risk of being somehow recognized by the Tremonts before he was ready to confront them made it too risky. He needed someone who could not be linked to him to snag one of the teens.
The answer hit him like a smack to the head. Someone like Gino Morano, Liz's gangster brother. Jake was still on good terms with Gino, hell he had even given Gino a heads-up about the FBI wire tapping that helped snag Vinnie 'The Weasel' Scarpizio. Gino had gone nuts when Jake used the money that Liz had given him to start the scholarship fund. He thought it was such a fitting tribute to his sister that he had actually cried. Gino was a very honorable man in the tradition-bound world of the old line Mafioso. He thought women and children were sacred. Jake had a feeling that Gino would find a way to help him even though Chicago was not his turf. Jake decided to wait until after nine to call and turned his attention back to Cindy.
Cindy was still acting subdued but was at least smiling more today. Jake rather liked her this way. It reminded him of the little blonde angel he had woken to his first day in this body. They were amicably chatting about the first time they met when Melissa came out of the house carrying Jakey. Jake got up and took the baby from her.
"Just the way I like you," he teased, "barefoot and pregnant with a baby on your hip."
"Yea, well, enjoy it while you can because I'm over it. If we have another baby, it will be because you carried it. I already talked to Dr. Pritchett, she said that she would make that happen for free."
Jake and Cindy laughed as Jake pulled out a chair for her. Jakey held out his arms to Cindy who hesitatingly took him. Jakey smiled and touched her platinum tresses.
"Pretty hair. Pretty hair," he said.
"Like father, like son," Melissa observed. "He goes straight for the pretty girls and starts laying on the charm."
At eight-thirty, Tanya Nobles came out to get them for breakfast. Trish and Leslie were reading the paper at the dining room table when they went in. It was Saturday, so Nina and Faith were coming over later for the weekend. Leslie asked Cindy if she would like to go horseback riding with her, Faith, and Nina. With some encouragement from Trish, Cindy said yes. It would be therapeutic for Cindy to spend time with the three irrepressible girls; it was almost impossible to be down around them.
When the girls headed to the stables, Jake told Trish and Melissa his ideas for a security system and what he planned in Chicago. The women agreed that it was a good start. They finished talking at nine-thirty so Jake went to call Gino.
Jake used the Elizabeth Moran Foundation as his reason for asking Gino to come down to Palmdale just in case someone was listening to their conversation. Gino was a big supporter of the foundation that honored his sister with both his time and money. Besides the original scholarship, the fund now supported a women's shelter located in Liz's big house on Riverside Drive. The shelter was Leslie's idea but Gino made it happen. Trish counseled the residents twice a week when she was in town and Leslie spent a couple of days a week there helping out. Gino and Sid Moran, Liz's other brother, were now members of the board of the foundation along with Jake.
Gino was genuinely glad to hear from Jake. He thanked Jake again for the World Series tickets and said he could come down Wednesday. Jake asked him to bring down his wife if he could. Melissa liked having the Moranos visit; after all, she was half Italian herself. Faye Morano was a hot ticket and anything but a shrinking violet. Faye kept Melissa in stitches with her anecdotes about Gino's associates and their wives.
David Newton, the security consultant, arrived right on time at ten-thirty. The guy knew his stuff and rapidly sketched out a plan to satisfy Jake's needs. David was intrigued by Jake's idea of a safe room built on to the side of the house next to the nursery. It was the first time he had ever heard the idea. It made a lot of sense though, because it would double as a bulletproof storm shelter and was ideal for Florida where the water table precluded basements. David also liked Jake's idea of panic buttons throughout the house that would be wired to alarms at the Diaz and Nobles' houses. For Jake, it was an antiquated system compared to the ones available in the future but would work for now. Jake was not about to let his house become an armed camp in the face of no real physical threat.
As soon as Newton left with a promise to start work early the next week, Jake telephoned Donna Murphy. Jake gritted his teeth at her smug tone when she agreed to meet him at the bungalow at four that afternoon. Donna was going to get a taste of Helga Johansson's spoon before the evening was over and it would not be a little spanky game either. Jake figured that a good spanking and a grudge fuck might dismount Donna from her high horse.
Jake departed for the bungalow at three-thirty; he made sure Melissa had someone to stay with her and said to call him immediately if she went into labor. Cindy and his younger women were in the pool splashing around when Jake said bye to them. He almost did not leave as he admired all the nubile flesh, but, what could he do, duty called.
Donna was almost an hour late arriving at the bungalow. She was late on purpose, of course; after all, she rationalized, she was a prize, and he could wait like she had been forced to wait. Jake was fuming when she finally, and unapologetically, traipsed in.
"Tell me why I shouldn't send you back home right now -- and it had better be good," Jake said through clenched teeth.
Donna was taken aback by his anger. Her plan was to make him suffer; she was not used to a man being mad at her instead of about her. Then her temper flared.
"I've had to wait for you for months and you get mad after waiting for an hour. Who does that make the spoiled brat?"
Jake shook his head in wonder at her.
"You know the reason I was waiting and I called you almost as soon as we arrived back here. Well, let's see if you were worth the wait."
Jake took her hand and led her to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and studied her as she stood before him. She was a beautiful young woman, no doubt about that.
"Strip," he ordered.
Donna gave him a startled look and almost lost her bravado. She thought for a second about turning around and going home. Trouble was, she wanted him so badly she actually ached between her legs. Not to mention that when he told her to do something her body started to automatically obey, regardless what her mind wanted. She squared her shoulders then started undoing the buttons of the tight white sweater she was wearing. Shedding the sweater, she next unfastened her black skirt and shimmied it off her hips. Looking Jake in the eye, she reached between her breasts to unclip the white lace bra she had purchased just for this day.
"Come here," Jake said, "I want to do the rest."
Donna walked forward until she was standing between his knees. Jake reached forward with both hands and set them on her waist. Donna sucked in her breath sharply at his first touch on her bare skin. A shiver went through her and her vagina clenched. She could actually feel the wet spot forming on her panties. Jake slid his hands down her narrow waist and rested them on the womanly swell of her hips.
As had happened with other women, Jake instinctively thought he saw what would work for Donna. Today was not a day for the spoon treatment. He moved his hands up and grabbed hers.
"Let's call a truce, Donna. While we are in this room today, let's really be lovers. Let's forget all the bullshit that went on before we arrived at this spot and start fresh. Do you think we can do that?" he asked softly.
Jake was looking into her eyes while he talked. Donna nodded her head and swayed a little from side to side. It was as if his words were some sort of love potion that her skin was absorbing.
"Good," Jake said his voice still soft and low. "Can I kiss you?"
She nodded again, unable to break his gaze.
"Please," she said.
Jake pulled her down to the bed until she was lying next to him on her back with her feet still on the floor. With one hand on her flat stomach, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. Jake pushed his tongue into her mouth, somewhat surprised at how poorly she kissed. She surely did not take after her sisters. Jake recalled how her sister Nina curled his toes with a kiss when she was only thirteen. What gives, he wondered? He broke the kiss; Donna sighed when their lips parted.
"You haven't done this much," Jake stated.
Donna blushed.
"You are only the third guy I've kissed. Until today it was something I did not want, or have to do. Guys fall all over themselves to go out with me so I date them a couple of times and move on before they want more. I never, ever thought a kiss would feel as good as that one just did. Will you kiss me again or am I too bad at it for you?"
Jake did not say anything -- but did kiss her again. They made out for fifteen minutes with Donna's technique improving by the second. When he finally broke for air, Donna was panting and moaning in arousal.
"Was that better," she asked shyly.
"That was perfect," he replied.
"Goodie," Donna giggled.
Jake chuckled with her. 'There might be something to her besides a pretentious prima donna after all, ' he thought as his lips sought hers once more.
Jake finally unclipped her bra as they resumed kissing. Donna nearly levitated off the bed when Jake captured one of her nipples and squeezed it.
"Oh God!" she groaned as a climax exploded in her groin.
Jake abandoned her lips and moved his mouth to her other breast as Donna squirmed in pleasure. He trailed his hand down to her panties and started removing the saturated satin. Donna moved one hand from around his neck and eagerly helped him. When her panties were off, Jake helped her swing her legs up on the bed as he stood and started removing his own clothes. Jake's gaze was riveted on her body as he disrobed. Damn, she was Cindy Sorenson perfect. Donna was about five feet, five inches tall and probably weighed one-ten. Her figure was womanly, with everything perfectly proportioned. Her skin was smooth and unblemished, unadorned with the freckles that drove her sisters crazy. Her sparse dusting of pubic hair was exactly the same color as the hair on her head.
Donna's smoldering, lust-hooded eyes widened as he shucked off his underwear.
"It is so big and hard," she whimpered.
"And today it's all yours," Jake added.
Donna nodded in agreement, "And all mine."
Donna spread her legs wider in anticipation as he climbed on the bed. His hard, swollen rod did not scare her as she thought it would. Instead, the thought of it being in her was almost enough to make her cum again. Jake knelt beside her and put his hand between her legs. She arched up against his touch as if she had been jabbed in the ass. When he moved his hand away and shifted on the bed, she thought he was going to put it in her. She closed her eyes in anticipation as her head lolled on the pillow. Donna got the surprise of her life when, instead of putting his shaft in her, he slid down and covered her sweet little slit with his mouth. When he snaked his tongue between her slick nether lips, her eyes popped open and she gave an ethereal screech. Her hips heaved upward involuntarily as he licked up towards her clit.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus," she babbled, "whatever you are doing --don't stop."
Jake had no intention of that happening as he explored her plump pink pussy with his talented tongue. Jake marveled at the difference between her and her sisters in the way she was equipped. Donna's clit was prominent but smaller than Nina or Claudia's. Her emissions were thicker and had a honeyed, almost syrupy taste more like Melissa. She had the second finest tasting quim he had ever noshed. That was a big plus for Jake, he was a cunnilingual connoisseur who graded pussy as if it were wine.
Donna had her first big orgasm as Jake thrummed her clit with his tongue. Her legs snapped closed around his head and she arched off the bed in delight. Jake rode her bucking out until her ass settled back onto the bed then he slipped a finger into her channel and went to work on her clit again. Donna had no problem with being too sensitive to receive more of his attention. The added stimulus of his finger in her put her over the top again in fewer than three minutes. Donna was appreciatively noisy but not ear-piercingly loud. Jake pulled his very wet finger out of her and put it to her lips. She pushed his hand away.
"I'm not a queer," she said.
"This is you, not someone else," Jake said from between her splayed legs. "Try it, you might like it."
Donna hesitantly stuck out her tongue and gave his finger a tentative lick.
"Ummm, I do taste good," she said, popping his finger into her mouth.
"Yes, you do; that should tell you not to knock something until you've tried it."
Donna happily sucked his finger clean as he got her off again. Donna was as hot as a two dollar pistol when Jake finally slid up her body and poised his staff at the entrance of her cherry channel. It was time for the main event and both of them were past being ready. Jake wet the head of his dick in the juice glistening on her mound then wedged his flared crown between her lips. Her tightness was more of an impediment to his entry than her practically nonexistent maidenhead. He popped past her cherry easily. Donna grimaced as her maidenhead surrendered but the pain was fleeting and mild.
Jake paused to make sure she was okay, then continued to sink into her. Donna's knees instinctively came up along his sides as she hunched against him. When he bottomed out, he held still to let them both savor the feel of their first joining. Jake finally pulled back almost all the way out then plunged forward. Donna gave a grunt when their pubic areas smushed together.
"Oh, do that again," Donna cooed.
Jake did it again, slowly withdrawing then ramming himself home. This time Donna caught the rhythm and shot her hips up to meet him. Miss Prima Donna was getting grudge fucked all right -- but it was at her instigation. Donna liked it hard and fast, she also did not like to be immobilized in any way. Donna came hard from about two minutes of furious pounding. After she relaxed, Jake rolled over so that she was on the top. He figured that she could set the pace that felt the best to her and he would go along for the ride. Once she was on the top, Jake pushed her until she was sitting upright.
"Wow, I can feel your thing pushing stuff out of the way to get in deeper," Donna moaned as she settled her weight firmly down on him.
Jake could feel every inch of her channel fluttering around his prick. She was a very good, hot, tight and wet fit for him. Jake had to admit that she was not lying when she told him how good she would be. Donna moved around some, experimenting with different angles to get the combination she wanted. She found what she wanted in an unusual position with her on top leaning on her outstretched arms. She had even had her legs inside Jake's so she was in the same position he was in when he made love to her. When she started moving, her hips were a blur. She came twice before Jake spewed deep inside her.
They lay together for a while regaining their composure. Donna kept thanking Jake repeatedly. He finally stopped saying it was his pleasure and asked her why she was so thankful. She blew him away when she gave her reason.
"I'm thankful because you we just confirmed that I'm not queer."
"Why did you think you were gay?"
"Because Claudia is a lesbian and, most importantly, my twin is a homo."
Jake was taken aback about her brother Danny, surprised at how little she knew, and irritated by her choice of words. He addressed all three issues.
"Donna, Claudia is bisexual, not strictly lesbian, she enjoys men and women both. You are probably bi also; all the Buckley-descended women I've met are to a certain degree. It is somehow hereditary in our family. In fact, most of the women in my life are happily bisexual. Finally, so what if they were gay? It is no big deal. You don't get to pick your sexual orientation any more than you get to pick your natural hair color. Why are you so down on homosexuals anyway?"
She looked at him funny.
"You mean it is not abnormal for me to look at girls the same as I look at boys? My friends all make fun of the girls that play sports and guys who act effeminate. They call them fags and say they are abnormal. Even Father O'Donovan says it's abnormal and a sin. It is tearing Daniel up just like it was me."
"You need to stop paying attention to what your friends say, Donna. They are speaking from ignorance. As far as the church goes, the homosexuality thing is not from the Bible. It is a creation of the church designed to promote marriage. The world will be better off when people start judging others by their character instead of their sexual orientation or their beliefs."
Then Jake semi changed the subject.
"I think I'll talk to Danny and see if I can put his mind at ease. I have a couple of friends that are gay men and could help him come to terms with his feelings."
Donna left the bungalow with a new perspective. Jake told her to ask Nina to show her how to kiss. Donna blushed scarlet but secretly liked the thought. She promised that she would think about the things he told her and agreed to talk to Trish about her volatile temper. Jake reckoned she would be fine. He asked her to try to get Danny to see Trish as well.
Jake's meeting with Gino Morano went well. Gino was galled by what Jake suspected the Tremonts were up to with the homeless teens. Gino agreed to help and said he would send a couple of his best men to Chicago right away. He understood Jake's caution to be discreet. Gino said that he would call when his men had someone. The plan was for Erika and Debbie to fly up to a nearby airport and bring the person back to Florida.
The day after his meeting with Gino, Melissa went into labor. On November third, Melissa gave birth to a baby girl that they named Mikayla Anne. Jake lobbied hard for the first name; the middle name was from Melissa's mother. Delivering Mikayla was a breeze compared to baby Jacob. Melissa was up and walking in only a few hours. Jakey was thrilled with his new sister and Daddy Jacob was most happy.
The day Jake brought Melissa and his daughter home from the hospital, Gino called. Jake dispatched Erika and Debbie in the turbo prop Gulfstream to bring a fourteen-year-old girl back to Palmdale.
In Chicago, the Tremonts did not miss the girl because of the way
the head of their household staff rotated the youths between the
shelter and the mansion. After the success with Cindy, Alfred had the
residents of the shelter dosed daily with the compliance drug to keep
them in line. Alfred's ever increasing ego did not even consider that
someone might be a threat to him. Instead, he concentrated his efforts
towards keeping the time line moving in the direction it had already
taken for him twice. He thought that he was the only person powerful
enough to cause any significant changes. He was in for a gigantic and
most unpleasant surprise.