asked 'Did the two of you ever actually get into a fight?'
'Nope. We liked each other too much, and neither one of us wanted to know how it would turn out.' I told her, and getting a grin in response.
With a way of paying back the protective detail, I felt a little more comfortable, and made a mental note to get the necessary info from Clara the next day, and to make arrangements to let the protective detail know how to collect.
There weren't any more calls that night, and nobody bothered us – I think all of us were grateful for the peace and quiet. But I think we also knew that it wasn't going to last; that we were going to get swamped, one way or another.
Any way, with a couple of good movies to watch, we spent the rest of the evening quietly. Except for the popcorn fight, and eating too much junk food. When it got late, we just undressed on the bed and threw all our clothes to the floor. We fell asleep where we were at when the mood struck us.
The next morning, I woke up to find Lucy laying there, watching me as I slept. I gave her a questioning look, and she just smiled, saying 'I was thinking about what you said to Muddy last night, about being so cute. I know you were joking, but it got me thinking while I was looking at you. You're not cute. Mel Gibson is cute. What you are is handsome, in a rough, simple way. I can look at you, and see what you're going to look like in twenty or thirty years, and you're still going to look pretty much the same. What makes you handsome is the way you look at people, and the strength people can see in your face.
I can look at you, and SEE that you're an honest person; and that you're absolutely FAIR, for good or bad.'
I moved forward to kiss her, and when I was done, she put her hands on my face to hold it steady. She looked at me that way for several minutes before pulling my head down to give me a kiss that let me know how very much she loved me.
The kiss ended slowly, and even when our lips finally parted, we continued to look into each other's eyes for a bit longer. Finally, Lucy asked me 'Coffee?'; I nodded, and started to get up, but she pushed me back down before saying 'Stay there. You've been busy enough the last few days. Let me do something that would make ME happy, okay?'
I smiled my agreement, and watched as she got up, then moved over to where the coffeemaker was. Watching her firm ass clench and unclench as she moved around, and how her breasts would sway in time with her movements soon had me sporting an erection. When she turned around and saw it, she got an impish grin, and asked 'You want some help with that?'
I grinned at her, and told her 'Nope. Just saluting a very pretty, very sexy, lady.' – and making her dimple a bit when she smiled.
When the coffee was ready, she brought me a cup, then sat next to me with her own. Together, we sat and looked at the beautiful sight Robyn and Sandra presented us as they lay there holding each other in their sleep.
When Lucy brought us each a second cup, the smell must have been enough to cut through the fog for the two youngsters: first Robyn, then Sandra opened their eyes, smiled a good morning to us, and proceeded into a stretch that left them creaking – something that Lucy and I could easily hear.
Sandra climbed onto my lap, and Robyn took station on Lucy's, and each of them took our coffee long enough to take a couple of sips before handing it back. With the cobwebs gone, both of them moved to lean against us as we put an arm around them. Sandra protested slightly when I patted her on the butt to get her off my lap, but readily took a position tucked into Lucy's side. The three of them watched as I made my way toward the bathroom; as I got close, I heard Robyn say 'Dibs on a shower with Dan!'. I turned and told her it would be a minute, and she just grinned at me as I closed the door.
When I opened it again, she was right there waiting for me, and took charge of making sure the shower was the right temperature and so on.
When everything was ready, she took me by the hand and led me into the tub before closing the door behind her. Every time I'd start to do something for myself, she'd insist on doing it for me. She only repented when I pointed out that if she was going to shower WITH me, then that meant she'd have to shower, too – and washing her was something*I* was still in charge of. With a happy smile, she turned control of the soap over to me. She stood there, happy to have my touch on her as I first soaped her down, then rinsed her off. When I was done, she resumed command, and led the way out of the shower. She then dried me off – and let me dry her off in return. The whole time, our contact with each other was that of gentle loving, not sexual; and brought us closer together in our hearts.
When we got out of the bathroom, we found that the TV had been turned on to one of the morning shows. I thought I was going to get through it without seeing myself on TV, but it was not to be.
After giving Robyn and I a kiss each, Lucy and Sandra headed in for their own shower. While they were in there, I put a call in to the FBI office, and was quickly put in touch with Clara. When she answered, I told her that I had a couple of quick questions. She told me to go ahead, and I first asked her how many people had been on protective detail for me. She put me on hold for a few seconds, then came back to tell me that there had been sixty-three agents assigned to us, at one point or other. My next question was to ask her what the current balance of the Emergency Fund was. She put me on hold again, for a little longer before coming back to tell me that the current balance was seventeen thousand dollars. She went on to tell me that most of the time, it ranged between roughly ten and twentyfive thousand, depending on what had been happening. She followed that by letting me know that in a typical year, they drew roughly forty thousand dollars out of it, for various reasons. I thanked her, and she assured me it was her pleasure. I could tell she was curious, but determined not to ask me any questions.
I did some quick calculations, and decided that what it would cost to feed the protective detail was within my budget – before I got paid for the most recent job I'd done. That settled, I called my accountant back home, and gave him instructions to get a certified check to Muddy as soon as he could. He'd been watching television, and knew what I'd done. I told him what my fee was going to be, and I thought he'd passed out when he didn't respond for a long time. When he did, he only asked if I was sure I wanted him to continue to be my accountant. I assured him that I did – I knew him, and trusted him, and he'd proven himself to be a big help. He thanked me, and said that he'd get started planning on how to deal with it. I thanked him, and ended the conversation.
About that time, Lucy and Sandra came out of the shower to join Robyn and me on the bed to watch some more television. The three of them never seemed to tire of hearing about what all had happened, and seeing my picture appear.
When it got close to lunchtime, I called the number that Amy had left us. She answered the phone, and quickly assured me that the invitation was still good. We quickly settled on a time for the four of us to show up, and she told me she'd be waiting for us.
Next on the agenda was to make arrangements for all the stuff we'd bought to be shipped home. The concierge was more than happy to help out, politely refusing any offer any of us made to him to pay for his time and trouble. He finally agreed to a kiss from Lucy and each of the girls, and a handshake from me.
The last thing to do was to pay our bill, and figure out how to get out of the hotel with as little fuss as possible. The hotel politely informed us that Lucy's boss had called and said that every charge for all three rooms was to be billed to their company credit card, no matter what anyone else said. They were disappointed that we were planning to check out – not because of the loss of room rentals, but because it was US leaving. That settled, I spoke to the head of the remaining detail assigned to us, and told him what we were wanting to do. He readily pledged his support, and helped work out a plan. When the hotel staff learned what we were planning, they insisted on helping – every one of them thought it a great adventure to help get one past all the media people that were getting in the way. Together with the FBI agents, they came up with a plan that sounded like something from a spy novel – but it was so simple, so painfully obvious, that I was sure it would work.
Lucy, Robyn, Sandra, and I spent the rest of our time in the hotel getting packed, and ready for the trip to see Amy. We'd be leaving all our luggage, except for a single small overnight type bag each, in the hotel. The next morning, the luggage would be sent to the airport in time for our departure; all of our purchases would be carefully packaged up and shipped to us. The press, of course, would notice all the activity, but we'd already be gone to parts unknown.
At the appointed time, the four of us left the rooms, and took the elevator down a couple of floors. There, the maintenance people opened up the freight elevator for us, and took us down to the basement. There, each of us
