I put my fingers between her legs. “It’s hot in there, too.”
By now, we were both hot as pistols, proving once again that when you’re having a disagreement with your partner, just skip the conversation and get down to the sex.
We came closer, and I could feel her breasts on my chest, and her thighs against mine, and her hands on my butt, pulling me closer.
I dropped to my knees and kissed her blond bush, and I was about to drop onto my back so she could get on top, but she suddenly turned and said, “Kiss it where you bit me.”
Okay. I didn’t remember where I bit her, so I covered the whole field.
Then she turned around and demanded, “Tell me you’re sorry.”
So, still on my knees, I said, “I’m sorry.”
“Kiss my toes.”
Well, all right. I kissed her sandy toes.
“Lie on your back.”
I rolled back and lay on the sand.
Kate knelt between my legs and took Big John in her hand, commenting, “This guy needs some work.” She put her other hand on my scrotum. “Where did they go?”
“Someplace warm.”
She put her head down between my legs, and within a few minutes, testicles A and B had dropped into their proper position, and Big John was standing straight up, pointing to Pegasus.
Kate lowered herself on me, stretched out, and moved her hips at her own pace until she had one of her quietly intense orgasms.
She rolled off, stood, and began getting dressed.
I felt a little used. “I think you forgot me.”
She shook the sand out of her bra. “You’re much nicer to me when you’re horny.”
“Actually, I get real mean when I’m horny.”
She smiled. “No, you’re a total puppy dog.”
I sat up. “I’m really close. I just need a minute of your time.”
She slipped on her skirt and sweater and said, “If you can wait until we get into a nice warm shower, I’ll make it worth the wait.”
“Deal.” I stood quickly and got dressed in my damp clothes.
We got back into the Jeep, and Kate turned the heater up full blast.
We drove out of the state park, then headed west back toward the B amp;B.
Kate said, “If I get pneumonia, it’s your fault.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“I really thought a shark bit me.”
“I know. That was stupid. I’m sorry.”
“And you should
“I know that was unforgivable. I’m sorry.”
“You’re a total jerk.”
“I know. Wanna fuck?”
She laughed.
So we drove along the lonely highway, holding hands and listening to some Connecticut station that was playing Johnny Mathis, Nat King Cole, and Ella Fitzgerald.
We got back to the B amp;B, and the stupid key didn’t seem to work, and I almost kicked the door down, but Kate got it unlocked, and we charged up the stairs like two teenagers who’d just discovered sex an hour ago.
Bottom line, the hot shower was better than the cold bay, and Kate, true to her word, made the wait worth it.
PART VI
America, with the collaboration of the Jews, is the leader of corruption and the breakdown of values, whether moral, ideological, political, or economic corruption. It disseminates abomination and licentiousness among people by way of the cheap media.
– Suleiman Abu Ghaith
Spokesman for Osama bin Laden
CHAPTER TWELVE
The members of the Executive Board and Harry Muller remained silent as Bain Madox gathered his thoughts. Then, Madox began, “First, we need to establish a time frame for Project Green. Suitcase nukes”-he motioned toward the upright suitcase-“need periodic maintenance to ensure detonation and maximum design yield. It’s all very complex, having to do with the plutonium core, but the good news is that I have a nuclear physicist in my employ who has been performing this function. The gentleman’s name is Mikhail, a Russian working in America. I’ve contacted him, and he will be here sometime tomorrow. By tomorrow night, if there are no problems, the devices will be hot.”
Scott Landsdale inquired, “Does Mikhail know anything about Project Green? Or Wild Fire?”
“Of course not,” Malox replied. He thinks these devices are to be planted in cities in the Middle East, which makes sense to him and is all he needs to know.”
“Where is he now?”
“He lives on the East Coast and works for an American university. That’s all
“And you trust this guy?” Landsdale asked.
“Not at all. But I offered him a million dollars if and when the nukes detonate. Prorated, of course, based on how many detonate and the approximate yield.” He added, “Mikhail has good incentive.”
Landsdale asked, “And when they go off in American cities-rather than Middle Eastern cities-how will Mikhail react to that?”
“I have no idea. And does it matter?”
“What happens to Mikhail after the detonations?”
Madox commented, “You ask a lot of questions, Scott.”
“I’m very security conscious. I have this unsettling thought of Mikhail having one vodka too many and telling someone that his part-time job is maintaining nuclear devices at the Custer Hill Club.”
“I don’t intend for that to happen.”
“Does that mean you’re taking care of Mikhail?”
Madox glanced at the other three Board members, then said to Landsdale, “Don’t worry about it.”
