Part 63

Part 63

I was able to get Dave to come to the cabin by telling him it was a piece of property that couldn't be traced, and that we can hide out until we get in contact with the organization. In agreeance, Dave rented the car, and drove from the Philadelphia Airport to upstate Pennsylvania without question. Once I was able to see the lake I did what I knew best. I placed my hand on his upper thigh and started catering to his male ego. The mood was set, he seem to feel extremely comfortable, and relaxed. "I told you, if given the opportunity I would make you mine." Smiling back at him without one word to spare, I rubbed his leg giving him the notion that I was his for the taking.

The same way I would treat Eric, I treated Dave. Well, without the kisses and love making, but the teasing was at an all time high. I ran him a bath and escorted him to the bathroom, undressed him, and told him that I was going to make us something to eat while he bathed. Standing there completely naked, he pulled me close trying to kiss me. I gently pulled away and told him that if we kissed, it's a guarantee that food won't be made and he wouldn't have time to bathe. I went to walk away, he grabbed my arms from behind pressing himself against me. "I promise to take it easy with you. I won't hurt you, I know that's why you're pushing me away. " Dave mentioned to me. I tried but it didn't work, I started laughing, I couldn't hold it in any longer. Turning to him with tears in my eyes I said, "I know you don't think I'm pushing you away because I'm afraid of you, I'm pushing you away because honey, you should be afraid of me. From here on, call me Master and if you decide not to do as I told you, you'll be punished. Do you hear me?" Standing in a state of confusion Dave calmly say, "yes". I raised my voice, grabbed and slightly pulled his manhood,  "Yes what?" Letting out the most girly sound, Dave answers,  "yes, Master."

It took everything in me not to pour acid on my hands to cleanse them of the feel of that man. Don't get me wrong, he's very attractive, nice build, those legs, and his manhood is rather large but not like Eric's. Dave is long and a tad thick but not chubby, where Eric is long but fat and chubby, big difference. Well, it is for me. Plus, he's an overzealous asshole. Anyway, dinner was done, barbecue mango chicken with a brown sugar glaze, grilled asparagus, fried sugar coated plantains, garlic mashed potatoes, with a side of homemade butter milk biscuits. I sat on Dave's lap to feed him every bite, he tells me that Eric really lost out on a good woman. I got off his lap and started to make my plate, but needed to get a few things off my chest. Added everything on my plate except the fried plantains that had the sugar coating with dried radioactive polonium. I began to tell Dave how I felt...

Part 62

Part 62

We ended up staying in Italy for a week because there was an issue with our passports, go figure. We received a call saying that we were cleared and flight leaves in two hours. Gathering everything as fast as possible, Dave heads down to clear the street for me before I come out. I tucked away all of my firearms except for the one I carry everywhere and two clips that's authorized for me to carry on the flight. I went down to talk to the lady at the front desk and asked how much would it be for me to rent that room for six months. She gave me a great price, I gave her cash and she provided me with both sets of keys to insure me that the room will not be rented out, but after six months she'll have someone make a key and will resume renting out that room. Fair enough if you ask me.

Boarding our flight I still didn't feel that we were in the clear yet, so I stayed vigilant with the safety of my sidearm off. Dave excused himself and went towards restroom. Maybe about one to two minutes after the occupied sign came up there was a flight attendant standing in the isle with a cell phone in one hand and a bottled water in the other. She tells me that the phone is mine to keep but this is considered my envelope, all the information I need is inside. I took the phone, tucked it away under my right breast.

I drank water and had a few pieces of cheese and crackers with Dave. We quietly spoke and laughed but nothing too obvious. It was my turn to excuse myself, as I was walking back to the restroom the same flight attendant was standing at the end of the isle pointing to a stall that said occupied. She knocked twice, paused, then another seven times. The door opened, I walked in and was greeted by no other than Eric. It's sad to say that I wasn't in the least bit excited to see him but this is what he had to say, "I know you're mad at me, I've earned that but I had to do what I had too, to keep you safe. Unfortunately, keeping you safe was leaving you. I couldn't tell you what was going on because when I got the notice, we had no free time, and because of who we work for there will be times like this. Okay, we have about a minute or two before Dave starts to worry, so I'm going to give you instructions and you need to follow them to the dot. Take your next mark to the cabin, in the fridge is box of granulated sugar, do not use this on your food, use it on the mark's food. You'll know what to do from there. I love you but you have to go. When you come back to this stall, I won't be here." Eric kisses me on my forehead and opened the door for me.

I kept up the facade the duration of our flight. We have a layover in LA for four hours. Dave went to grab us something to eat while I made a visit to the ladies' room. Once in the stall I pulled the cell phone out of my brassiere, turned it on, and the back wallpaper was a picture of Eric and I on our wedding night. Without a care, I went into the notes and there's where I found my next mark, Dave. Within the note it states that Eric was never a target but Dave has been working for a radical Muslim group; giving them intel on our operations. Means of death, torture.

Part 61

Part 61

Heading down the tracks I couldn't help the tears I shed. The pain in my chest started to become unbearable to keep silent. Without realizing I started to sob, the young lady next to me holding a child in her arms handed me a tissue, patted my hand and told me whatever the reason for the tears just know that I did my best. Normally I would be upset but it's something I needed to hear. Switching up my voice a little I whispered "thank you." Once I've completed my mini mental breakdown I excused myself and headed to the restroom to freshen up.

I get to my seat and there's Dave looking like a Muslim man, face covered with an Afghan scarf. Without making a scene, I excused myself and sat back in my seat. He starts writing in Arabic; I guess this is my crash course because I've been working on that for the longest and still having problems.

كنت أعرف أنك كانوا في طريقهم ل مغادرة ، استغرق فقط لفترة أطول مما كان متوقعا . وبقيت في غرفة إضافيين من 90 دقيقة ، وقال انه لم يحضر .

Now, I'm sitting here starring at this note wanting to beat myself up because, he never came back. Eric never came back for me. Dave waited for me to respond but I couldn't muster up anything to say. We sat in silence until we reached Italy; located another motel that didn't ask for identification and got a room, that's when I found everything out. Eric was Dave's mark, he found out because Dave slipped him the envelope so he had time to run; all the while leaving me behind. 

After a few more mini mental breakdowns I pull myself together and asked how did he know I was leaving. He told me that he knew Eric would run and he figured I would get fed up with his disappearance and leave. I guess my movements are more transparent than I expected. I sat there on the edge of the bed for God knows how long, then decided to shower and move forward. My biggest heartbreak is that he didn't trust me enough to take me with him.

Part 60

Part 60

I wasn't sure how long I've been out in this hallway. I know I've seen at least 20 couples go into their rooms, handle their business, and leave. Since there were no windows in the corridor and I didn't have a watch, I wasn't sure what time it was. Went back into the room and it was pitch black, lights out, sun down, and quiet compared to the other rooms. I didn't want to wake Dave, so I walked carefully across the floor and into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I sat there thinking, I love Eric, in love with Eric but how much does he truly love me. I mean, he say it but since he pulled me out of prison he hasn't been able to keep one promise unless it had to do with sex. Two out of the three promises he hasn't kept once, and the other one I'm not sure if it's how he feels or if it's just the idea of having me.

A tad distraught, I made my own decision to go out on my own. If he loves me, truly loves me, he'll find me and show it. For now my goal is to make it back to the States, reach out to the organization to see if I'm still considered active or a rogue threat to the USA. Then I'll figure out my next move from there. One thing that Eric never had a chance to learn about me is that I know my worth. Once again he left me with a man three times my size, that I said I didn't trust, and that same man told him that if he gets the opportunity he'll make me his. I don't know where he learned to play the game but he clearly has it and me messed up.

I grabbed my bag, checked my ammo, made sure I had my passport, and started on my way to the train station. I figure if I can make it to Italy I should be able to catch a flight from there. As soon as I stepped out into the fresh air I thought about my features and how if they saw me, whomever is after us would recognize me with no problem. I went to the nearest shop, purchased a burqa as if I were a married Muslim. I got rid of the army style back pack and purchased an all black messenger bag to carry all of my items. Leaving the store I felt a lot better and a bit more safe walking through the streets.

I took a few taxis to throw anyone off that may have been following me and would make them visible to me. Went into the train station, purchased my ticket and waited. Once the train was ready to depart, I looked around without bring obvious and boarded the train for my trip to Italy. So far, so good, not one problem. I haven't seen or heard one Russian but we all know how that can go. Apparently, not all Russians speak with an accent, so having my entire body covered is also very helpful.

Part 59

Part 59

"So, we don't only have to watch our backs with our own people, but basically we have the KGB after us? Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes Dave, it's exactly what I'm saying. Our only way out at this point, is to kill our way out. There's no easy way that I see, what about you my love? " Reaching over to get Eric's attention. I guess I startled him because he all but jumped out of his skin. Then he said that he has something to tell us, he saw the same tattoo on Anthony but thought it was just a coincidence because he's known him for so long. I wanted to cut Eric off, and ask how could he have known him so long? He said they grew up together  (part 43) but the speaker said in the meeting that Anthony was raised in Russia (part 46). I kept that information to myself because I needed to ask him in private. I don't want Dave to attempt to kill him because things aren't adding up, no matter what, Eric is my King so I'll ride with him no matter his decision. Eric continued to say that he's seen the same star a few times while out here and our best bet is to either make it to the USA or to Brazil. He said if we can make it to Brazil at least we would have a better chance getting home.

We came up with a plan, by this time we're sure that screen shots of our faces had been forwarded to every person involved in this mission against us. We needed to change up everything. Eric told Dave he needed to run out to get a few things. I just looked at him, face turned up because he said he would never leave me. The first time was different, there wasn't control over that, we were blindsided but this time there's no reason. Dave told him that he would make sure I was safe while he was gone. I interjected with the quickness. Looking into his eyes I asked, "you promised me three things, what were they?" Eric's head tilted to the side, "I promised to love, protect, and never to leave you." Right then it hit him,  but I told him to go ahead because he already had it set in his mind he was going alone.
 
I pulled up the coffee table, sat back on the sofa, kicked my feet up, and closed my eyes. Trying to keep myself calm, I start to whistle the tone to our wedding song. You ever feel that someone's watching you, yeah I had that feeling. I looked up and Dave was staring at me. "You really love him? I mean, I don't know of any woman that can just get married and end up with trust issues before a month has ended. You're too beautiful, too kind, and too loving to have an asshole as a husband." Without raising my voice, I told Dave that our relationship is off limits to him or anyone else for that matter. He begins to tell me that he knew I was special when he first laid eyes on me. As flattered as I was, I also wasn't impressed.

"Dave, I understand now that you have feelings for me, but I need you to understand that I'm married and even if something ever happens to Eric, I still wouldn't be interested. My heart belongs to him"

"Oh no, see, I understand Mrs. White-Boyds. What I don't understand is why you're husband would leave his sexy wife with another fine man that he knows, if given the opportunity, I would make you mine."

"Just being curious, how would he know how you felt about me?"

"I told him if he slipped up, I'll be there to catch you before you fell. Basically, I told him I was in love with you."

Welp ladies, that was my queue to leave the room until Eric came back. I'm not leaving because I may do something to this fine man, but because he's not afraid to express himself to me or my husband which is disrespectful no matter how you look at it.

Part 58

Part 58

Waking up to an empty bed was not what I expected. After I showered and got myself together, I headed downstairs just to be greeted by Eric and Dave working out in the living room. I kept walking towards the kitchen asking them if they ate yet, and of course they didn't. Fixing them a little of everything; turkey bacon, french toast, eggs, cheese eggs, omelettes, home fries, grits, and I fried a few pieces of fish just in case. I know I only need to cook for Eric and myself but what kind of woman would I be if I didn't take care of a man that's under the same roof. Calling them in for breakfast, they came in running, praising me on the smell. They washed their hands and I asked for them both to have a seat. Serving Eric first, Dave next, then before I made my own plate I made sure they didn't need anything else. I placed two glasses in front of their plates, a glass of water and a glass of orange juice. There wasn't much talking while they were eating, when their plates were clear I made sure they both had a nice second helping. When it came to the beverage, I only refilled their water glasses, not the orange juice.

After breakfast Dave got up and started to clear the table. I stopped him and told him to relax and that I'll handle. By the time all the dishes were done, I had to go to the den because I was needed in order for the organization to meet with us, all that was in the house had to be in the room. If the person(s) weren't there you were either dead or went rogue. The laptop screen flickers and the CIA insignia comes up but the older gentleman wasn't sitting in front of the camera. Instead, it was a younger gentleman about mid to late 30s. Well groomed, nice white teeth, but there was something off about this guy. Like, there was something that just wasn't right about him. He started to talk and stated that there's a mole amongst us, between there three of us there's another mole and whomever it is must be slaughtered. A few minutes later he raised his arm to adjust the camera and the proof revealed itself. I quickly shut the screen to the laptop and told them we needed to go, and that I would explain on the way but we needed to get out of there now.

Without question, we grabbed our bags, three walkie-talkies, and went on our way. I asked Dave did he do anything to our bags. He stated that he gave us all more ammo because he didn't think it would've been safe to stay there long. Good thing he did. Walking down the street, checking out every alley, I saw a place a friend told me about. I told the guys to follow me that I have a place we can stay for a few hours so we can devise another plan, and I'll tell you why. When get to this ran down motel that you pay by the hour, needless to say yall should know what it's hitting for. Anywhy, I made up a name so we could get a room. The lady behind the counter smiled at me and told me to enjoy myself. I smiled back then put my arms around Dave and Eric's waist.

In the room I apologize to Dave for touching him and apologized to Eric as well but also explained that I needed this to look as real as possible. They both excepted and asked what did I see that made me freak out. It's not about what I saw, but also what was said. First, we never had a flicker in the footage when speaking to the organization. Second, since when have they ever had someone say slaughter, instead of mark. Third, he wasn't wearing the USA flag pin. Last but not least, on his forearm, when he lifted his arm to readjust the camera, under his sleeve was a tattoo. In Russian, the symbol of the star he has means Thief-In-Law.

Part 57: Explicit

Part 57: Explicit

He rolled off of me holding his head, I stood above my husband in my birthday suit, admiring his. Looking up at me with a smirk he grabs my legs flipping me backwards hitting the floor once again. This time there was no straddle, he climbed up me holding down my legs, then my hips, taking massive slaps to the face then he holds my arms down. Biting my neck and grunting, but I was in a position I couldn’t get out of. Eric, as I said before is a well built, tall, and heavy man. There's no why I could get from under him. Putting his knee between mine to force open my legs. What he didn’t know, is that I was not done yet. I found out something about myself tonight that I didn’t know, I enjoy and stimulated by rough, very rough foreplay. When he lifted up his face, I smiled at him, coming in for a kiss I bite his lip which causes him to unleash my hands. Still on top of me I spread my legs for him, but rolled him onto his back. Rubbing upward on his chest, slapping him in the face, and scratching him when I bring my hands back down. I felt that this type of play he enjoys as well. Then there was a knock at the door, “ma'am, are you okay in there.” Eric pushed me off of him so he could get up and answer Dave. I run into him like a football player, slamming him against the door. “Yes Dave, we’re fine,” I said out kf breath. Eric is facing the door, so I took that opportunity to slap his round but tight buttocks. Kissing down the spine of his back, scratching his legs, and taking little nibbles here and there. When I got to the top of his butt he jumped, "say no more" I said.

Somehow the position changed to me being pinned against the wall, my legs over his shoulders, and him pulling my hair giving it to me the way I demanded. Screaming for more he pulls my hair harder, holding me tighter, and forcing himself in me with vigorous thrusts. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and once again tonight I was stuck, but this time was way better than the last. He let's me down and tells me that he's going to dig into me all night. Walking backwards towards the bed looking even bigger than when we started.

Still sitting up, but slightly leaned back on the bed, standing to full attention he tells me that he wants to make love to me. I guess pay time was over. Climbing on top of him, I slide down like a hand to a glove. Stroking him gently, leaning back, giving him a full visual of how my body fits his oh so well. Matching his stroke, grinding to his rhythm, as we make joyous  harmony.