Date: Fri, 19 Mar 2021 02:20:09 -0700 From: Boris Chen Subject: Response Team Chapter 10.txt Chapter 10. Reports came into our office, the Dallas shooter lived at a men's group home for Vets recently out of the service with PTSD issues related to combat duty, he used meth and had problems with anger, and in his spare time he saw gays as a curse upon Texas. The report said he believed gay men were feminine outrageous cross-dressers that seduced straight men in bars mostly to humiliate them. That week our reception at work was not good, after our lack of a big bloody show in Dallas, we solved the case and only pulled a pistol one time, we captured the bad guy and his weapon; case closed, happy ending. On the drive home we discussed quitting again. There was a lawyer we knew on the northeast side that often represented officers wanting to quit the service. We'd used him before over benefit disputes with the DOD and won, I made an appointment for next week. Three weeks later we had a serious meeting with our boss, he's a captain in the Navy, we met in the conference room with our lawyer, and it became confrontational and unpleasant. We told our boss either the post-event hassles over not using lethal force stopped or we're going to quit, he was shocked that we were bothered by that, something he saw as trivial. `Fuck yeah, kill the mother fucking bad guys!' was his attitude, `dead guys good, diplomatic and safe endings to incidents was bad for business.' We read our hand written notes out loud in front of everyone about how we were treated at work and how it seemed our evaluations were downgraded in direct proportion to the body count. The lawyer asked for copies of our two most recent six month reviews and was surprised to see the disconnect between our job performance reviews versus what we said we were told after each incident was concluded. The lawyer also requested copies of the DOD policy on use of lethal force, when it was appropriate and when not. He also advised the captain we were initiating legal actions, including discrimination and sexual harassment against him and the DOD. We both noticed his ears turned bright red during the meeting. Our case was forwarded to the JAG office in Washington at an office building near the Pentagon for quick resolution. We were put on active vacation status until the matter was resolved. During that time we cleaned up the back yard and did our annual spring cleaning (in November) and got the gardens ready for winter. David lost three games of mini golf to me because he couldn't concentrate. We spread four large bags of mulch on the garden beds and tilled it in. Then we covered them with heavy plastic sheets for the winter, and held them down with large rocks. After the garden was done we worked on the air compressor for the mini golf course that tilted the floors and moved barriers side to side. Just because they were old we also replaced the pump and float valve in the swamp cooler on the roof and greased the garage door opener tracks and the chain drive. It was amazing how much quieter it moved with some lubricant. David drove to the airport after a call from an office staffer, he came home with two envelopes, checks from Dallas, a reward for capture of the serial sniper, ten thousand bucks. We cashed the check and split the money; one hundred fifty-dollar bills each. For fun one afternoon we got in my car and drove around the Franklin Mountains. We drove west on Hondo Pass Drive to new Highway 54 then up to Highway 404 and west, over to I-10 and through downtown, and out east to exit 34A, then back around Fort Bliss on Highway 375 and back to exit 24B, Railroad Drive. From exit 24B to home is 2.7 miles of congested city streets. That was a 120 mile loop but it was nice to get out on the highway and run the car, stretch her legs. We both use David's truck way more than my little sports car, which was nearly useless for hauling stuff from Lowes or the grocery store. This reminded me of something we've noticed since we moved to El Paso years ago. Living here was sort of like living on an island in the Pacific. It's a long way to anywhere, except another island. You could drive to Lubbock or Tucson or Las Cruces and no matter where you went it's just another city surrounded by hundreds of miles of desert, just like being on another island, except the ocean was sand instead of salt water but the feeling of being trapped was exactly the same. I think it drove some people nuts. During our `around the mountains' joyride we discussed leaving the DOD and opening a business, maybe a used record and CD store. Both of us were really into music and our tastes were similar. We also both liked country, jazz, bluegrass, blues, rock, pop, dance beat, classical, and new age. When we got back home there was a small package sticking out of the mail box addressed to David, so I tossed it to him like a Frisbee. He caught it with a smile and asked what we were having for dinner, I suggested we could make a two pound meatloaf, we rarely made that. He suggested salads and boiled potatoes with the meatloaf and maybe a few glasses of wine, then he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I had frozen ground beef in the freezer so we got started thawing meat and getting the stuff for dinner, David said he wanted to run to the store for more wine and maybe something for dessert. So he left while I got my hands all gooey mixing ground beef, bread crumbs, eggs, tomato paste, salt, pepper, and some flour then dumping it into a bread pan. After that I scrubbed four red potatoes and dropped them into a pan of boiling water and chopped lettuce. While everything was cooking David got back. He carried in a case of Merlot, a case of Chardonnay, two bottles of catsup, and a six pack of Coors. For dessert he got us an organic pumpkin pie, a tub of Cool Whip, and jar of Maraschino cherries. I asked him if he was pregnant, he smacked my ass just for asking. He stood by the kitchen sink and lifted his shirt and pushed his stomach out and rubbed it, flashing his sexy belly at me which had an immediate effect on my hibernating dick. While dinner cooked we took turns taking showers and getting changed into gym shorts, I always loved it when he walked around the house nearly naked. At 6:45 everything was done. I poured melted butter over the potatoes while he sliced the meatloaf and set them on our plates. I sprinkled parsley over the tayters while he got out two bottles of salad dressing. When it was only us we sat across from each other on the table just outside the glass patio doors. While we ate I got to admire his arm and shoulder muscles and his nice flat red tits. I ran back inside and got the beers and glasses and poured one for each of us. Dinner went by fast and we were both stuffed full. We quickly rinsed off dishes and put them in the dishwasher, he disappeared into the basement while I packed away the pumpkin pie leftovers. Back upstairs he poured two glasses of chilled red wine and escorted me to the basement and got me comfortable on our old sofa, the projection screen was already down and the stereo was softly playing music from his cell. He walked around and shut off all the lights in the basement, so I guess tonight was movie night. We always let the DVD start before we turned on the projector so we didn't have to see the FBI threat screens and the commercials for coming attractions. Most DVDs would run up to the main menu and sit there, you pressed Play and the movie would start after flashing more threat screens and a dozen screens of who was the producer and who did the surround sound and all that crap we weren't interested in seeing. When some cheesy sounding instrumental music started he powered-on the projector. I slapped my thighs and laughed loudly and applauded when I saw the big words on our ten foot screen: RUDY CHECKS HER PIPES! Episode #9. Starring: Rudy Valenz as the plumber, also starring Sonia Gusher as the lonely California housewife. The movie started with a shot of a kitchen sink full to the top with soapy water and an upset older woman on the phone talking in Spanish, they had a man available, he'd be there in 45 minutes. After she hung up the phone she ran into the bedroom to change into a low cut top and very short skirt, with heels and a few puffs of perfume, then she made the bed and stacked it high with pillows. A noise from outside got her attention so she stepped to the mirror and pressed her breasts inward and up and smiled in the mirror and left the room. Next, a white van stopped in the driveway and a slender but tall young man with black hair stepped out, he wore a loose fitting tank top that barely came down to his belt loops, and very tight jeans that showed the contours of his butt cheeks and were also low cut. The camera followed him from behind as he walked to the door with a rhythm in his step, it closed in on the shape of his cheeks hidden only by a thin layer of blue denim, as he reached in the van for his tool box a bit of butt cheek showed and a slice of smooth brown flesh above his belt loops. She answered the door and invited him in with his tool box in hand, she led him to the kitchen and showed him the disaster. Rudy went back outside to the van for buckets, a floor mat, and brought them inside. Sonia inhaled deeply as he got down on his hands and knees to look in the cabinet under the sink, as he leaned over several inches of his baby smooth hairless butt cheeks were clearly on display. The camera closed in on his exposed hairless crack, his bent over position raised his shirt and lowered his jeans a bit. Sonia stared at the display, David and I did too. Rudy bailed out one side of the sink, it was the only side plugged. He said he'd have to take apart the pipes under the sink so Sonia helped him empty the cabinet under the sink. Rudy put on his headband flashlight and spread out a pad and got on his back with the Channel Lock pliers in hand and wiggled partly inside the cabinet. Sonia was on her knees beside him looking at his body as he got into position. Moving around on his back pulled up his shirt exposing his hairless round belly button and lower tummy, his flawless brown skin looked so inviting she touched her crotch briefly as Rudy took apart the plastic plumbing under the sink. As Rudy moved around his tank top slid sideways and exposed one of his very large puffy red nipples and she reached for it but stopped herself, her breathing was visibly deeper. Rudy handed her the crossover pipe and the trap, she set them in the sink. The pipes dripped water onto his bare stomach so she reached up to the counter for a paper towel and carefully wiped his tummy dry, then Rudy started to wiggle out of the cabinet. "Let me pull you out!" She offered in Spanish. Rudy laughed and said, "Si Señora!" But she grabbed wrong and pulled his jeans down several inches instead of pulling his ankles, now his pubes and the base of his dick were on display. So he climbed out while she turned red faced and apologized with her hands over her mouth and nose. Together they went to her utility room, put the plug in the drain and dug out the kitchen grease that clogged the pipes. With lots of hot water and a long screwdriver he eventually got them looking like new, inside and out. While he worked over the utility room sink his butt crack was clearly on display, even more than last time. Sonia was clearly turned on by his flawless skin and it took all her self control to keep her hands off. While Rudy finished cleaning the pipes Sonia checked her look in the bathroom mirror and re-did her lipstick, then she paused again to push her breasts in and up. Rudy was back under the sink putting together her pipes, with his stomach on full display and pulled sideways to show off one of his pudgy tits. His jeans sat very low, she could clearly see the base of his dick while he re-assembled her pipes. This time she lost control and pretended to wipe his tummy with a paper towel, she moved up and gently pulled his big tit, but Rudy kept working and asked for her to hand him the Channel Lock pliers. She put her hand back on his lower belly and ran her fingertips through his pubes and slid her hand under his jeans and pulled it out to lay on his stomach, Rudy handed the pliers out and asked her to turn on the water just a little so he could watch for leaks, then he asked for his flashlight and another paper towel. On her knees beside Rudy, she reached up and turned on the water while Rudy watched for leaks. She started to gently caress his dick, then she leaned over and took him in her mouth and slid up and down while he lay half inside her sink cabinet. They showed an extreme close-up of his head while she closely examined it in her hand, I recognized it really was his dick and not a stunt dick. She sucked him with great energy while the water ran down the drain, then he asked her to move the faucet so the water ran down the other drain. She dropped his boner and did as she was asked. Finally, she lifted her short skirt, straddled his hips, and lowered herself onto Rudy and with her hands gripping the edge of the counter she started to fuck herself. She bounced up and down and slid forward and back. Eventually Rudy handed all his tools out and stood up. Still on the floor she took his pussy flavored dick back in her mouth and got him all wet again. Rudy stood there with his hands in her hair, he moaned and humped her face, eventually he pulled out and came on her. His semen squirted on her face, her large breasts, and her clothes. Next scene was them in bed going at it with all the pillows on the floor, Rudy did her every way a man could fuck a woman. She made way too much fake moaning noise so David muted the sound. By this time I had my shorts off and my dick in my hand stroking it slowly. David was beside me doing the same thing. I told him to slow down, `Let's try to come same time as Rudy.' He jumped ahead fifteen minutes to what looked like the money shot. He was on top of her with his face in her crotch, his dick in her mouth, her big tits drooped to the side. It was a two camera shot so we saw his dick in her mouth and his tongue between her flaps. He pulled his face back and said he was going to come, she told him to come on her chest, so he spun around and got on his knees over her hips and stroked himself. She squeezed her large fake boobs together while he sat on her hips and stroked hard and fast, his head was bright red and shiny. The video shot from the side showed that after his dick the next thing on his body that stuck out the furthest were his big puffy red nips. He shot two lines of semen on her chest and her stomach, then he fell forward and pressed his body into hers, they kissed and moaned into each other's mouths. Then the movie credits rolled down the screen. I wondered how many takes it took to get the perfect cum shot. It was weird to see a dick in a movie that I actually held in my hand. That was freaky! I asked David to run it back and replay the come shot to see if there were any edits, did it actually come from his dick. We played it twice in slow motion, and we saw two edits but we were both sure it was his belly button and his semen and not a stunt squirt or some kind of pump. We were both hot and stroking like crazy at the end of the film, I inched closer to David as he came on his chest and stomach, then I got up and sat on his thighs and spurted my semen on his chest too. After we both came I licked the semen off his left tit. Behind the scrolling credits they showed a quick shot of Rudy and Sonia in the shower, then back in the kitchen testing out her pipes, she was happy and so was Rudy. She tipped him a fifty dollar bill and he carried his stuff back to the van. We noticed his tank top seemed to be stuck to his skin in places, which was kind of funny. Then as he backed out of the driveway, she stood by the garage door and waved, the credits ended and David muted the sound again. David spread his legs apart, I got on my knees and sucked him, still covered in semen. We kept a stack of paper towels by the sofa for that very reason, so we cleaned up, shut down the projector and went upstairs, showered and went to bed. I got out of bed after about fifteen minutes of pillow talk and snuck a large spoonful of Cool Whip then went back to bed. I think the Cool Whip killed his sperms in my mouth, or it stunned them until they died naturally. I whispered to David that we just had a record breaking great evening, I thanked him for his contributions. He told me to stop talking and go to sleep. ---- Two weeks later we received a registered letter from the JAG office in the Pentagon and were advised our commander had retired from active duty two days ago. We were also told that the post commander of McGregor Range had also retired and two senior NCOs were charged (under Article-15) with sexual harassment and were being transferred to other facilities. One week after the registered letter we had still not received a return to work order then one evening there was a knock on our front door. Aside from Halloween we seldom got visitors at the front door but this time where was an older looking slender black man in a good fitting Naval officer's uniform, he introduced himself as Captain Morris Johnson, he said he was taking over the position of command of the El Paso Airport office (another way of saying he was our new boss), we invited him inside. When I opened the door and let him in David was still in the basement, I hoped he didn't strut up the stairs with his dick in hand as I held the front door wide open. "Please have a seat" I gestured to our best arm chair in front of the bay window that looked out on our rocky front yard and his military issue car in the driveway beside David's truck. I noticed he had a few gray hairs by his sideburns. I introduced David to our new boss when he came upstairs after hearing footsteps and muffled voices upstairs. "Thank you." He said as he took a seat in our best chair. We rarely used the living room. "You're the new supervisor?" David asked using words to remind him we were civilians. "Yes gentlemen, my transfer took effect yesterday, they squeezed me in a tiny jet and flew me out here to meet you, the way I understood things you had discussed resignation and legal actions during your last command conversation." "That's correct, and our lawyer was present too, but he's not here tonight. There may be some things we cannot discuss. Do you mind if I record our conversation?" "No, by all means, please go ahead." He gestured to us with a smile. David went to get his cell off the dining table and started voice recorder mode and set it on the coffee table so everyone could see it was recording audio only. "I am here to offer you professional leadership, I am here at the request of the Pentagon Chief of Staff, and the Joint Chiefs to ask you to stay-on with us, your service and professionalism are exactly what our branch commits to provide the country every day. Under your former commander they might have lost sight of our mission but I assure you under my command things will be handled professionally. What we put in writing is what we mean, there will be no disconnect between our mission and our actions." He spoke clearly and unemotionally. We glanced at each other, then I spoke, "Sir, may I have permission to speak freely (I asked that to prepare him for what I was about to say he might find insulting)?" "Yes, please continue Ryan." He stated then remembered to take off his hat. "We are professionals, our job is to halt acts of terror before life is lost and property damaged, do you agree with that." "Yes, one hundred percent," he answered. "What we are not willing to do is work in an environment where our performance is evaluated based on how much military product we used, how many bullets we fired, or how many body bags we filled, does that sound like something we can expect under your command, Sir?" "I understand that was in your lawsuit, and I assure you those allegations are being investigated. I will remind all our people that financial involvement in the companies that made our munitions is disallowed by federal law and would cause that person to be prosecuted criminally." He added. Our conversation continued for ten more minutes then he asked us to stop recording and said this, "Your old commander is likely to spend some of his retirement at a military fort in northeast Kansas instead of a golf course in Florida for violating the law about financial conflicts." David stood and offered his hand to shake, then I got up and did the same. It's funny how military officers acted when the only people they dealt with were active duty and suddenly they were dealing with civilians. Their entire protocols and how they acted, when to salute and when to shake was awkward. The good news was this guy looked and sounded serious about ethics and wanted us to stay on, he asked us to halt our legal action and remain on the force and he said more changes were coming to our office, and hopefully a second team based in Omaha to cover our huge territory, which was most of the USA west of the Mississippi. By this time he was slowly inching towards the front door David asked if he'd like to stay for dinner and the Captain laughed and said he'd love to because his wife was at home packing and getting ready for a sudden move to western Texas, he said they were from Georgia and worked at Fort Benning. David told him we had a pack of ribeyes in the refrigerator, the Captain took off his tie and coat and got comfortable, we lit the grille outside and started putting together a meal he approved with medium rare ribeyes, baked potato, salad, and ice cream for dessert. We gave him a kitchen bib and the Captain stood at the sink scrubbing potatoes while David un-wrapped the salted the steaks and I washed the lettuce and peeled veggies. We had a nice talk about the football season and how the Cowboys would do without their star quarterback still out for a horribly fractured ankle. I said I'd be surprised if he ever returned to the NFL except maybe as a coach. Everyone saw his tragic tackle and his twisted foot and was saddened by his misfortune. Twenty minutes later steaks went on the grille and the potatoes went into the microwave but we'd finish them on the gas grille outside. Captain Johnson said he liked our kitchen, David said it was my design and the original kitchen was completely removed, it was all late 1950s design and was totally screwed up. The salad was on the outside table, the dishes were set for three, the steaks only had about two minutes left and David was outside taking the potatoes off the grille and setting then in a bowl on the table, he yelled in the door to get out the sour cream and butter. Truth was we seldom ate outside, except inside the hot tub. After the steaks were rested we all sat at the table and the conversation turned personal. "I understand you guys are married?" "Yes, we were married the day before Seal School started." I replied and David just smiled and nodded yes while he scooped salad onto his plate and reached for the dressing bottles. "As far as I know you two are the only married couple in our service, most people declined to comment but the two of you are somewhat up front with your coworkers, is that true too?" He asked. "Yes, we do not discuss sex but we do not hide our marriage with anyone that asks first." "As it should be." It sounded like he had more to say but David interrupted him. "And how do you feel about that Captain." He set down his steak knife and fork and looked seriously at both of us. "I'm glad you asked. My wife and I have been married for twenty four years, she is an Army officer, a dentist, and an MD. We have three grown children, two sons and one daughter. We have two grandchildren, all of them live near Atlanta. My oldest son, Morris Junior is a graduate of Georgia State with a masters in business and a bachelors in statistics. He is the CFO of a company that owns twelve TV stations in Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina. He's been married to his husband for nine years, they adopted children from Haiti, two girls ages seven and nine. Both girls arrived when they were four months old. His husband teaches college chemistry." I thought to myself that it sounded like a rather geeky couple of guys, I wondered how they'd be as parents to two daughters. He cut a chunk of baked potato and started to chew it then continued, "Our other son is divorced and owns a restaurant, and our daughter has two kids and teaches music in high school. And I'm relieved to say our children and grandchildren have never had a single cavity!" We all busted out laughing, I never expected to hear that and the way he said it as if he was tremendously relieved. I dropped my fork and knife and could not stop laughing the way he said it, as if he feared the wrath of his wife, the Navy dentist. Then Captain Morris reached up with his napkin and wiped his forehead and said they just barely survived the grandkids last check-up. We all laughed again. "It was a close call, darn near a family 'mergency," he said. "I tell you, you have no idea how bad life can get when your wife is a dentist and the kids are lazy about brushing!" We all laughed even more. Right in front of our eyes he transformed from a dignified well educated military officer to stand-up comic and I was really liking this guy. I glanced at David, he winked at me. I thought he'd comment over Whispernet but we didn't. He continued to make comments about his wife in dental school and how militant she got about brushing and flossing and how for years it made him a nervous wreck. The way he told the story, and the fantastic expressions on his face were a scream! I used Whispernet to tell David I thought Captain Johnson looked a lot like actor Joe Morton, he played the inventor Miles Dyson in the movie Terminator-2. Long story short, the captain stayed for two hours and a huge dinner, we felt we could trust him and our unit would be headed in the right direction. We walked him outside to his car and shook hands again and watched him drive down the street. "Wow, that was neat." I offered. "Yes, it was, and I think he could do stand-up if he wanted, he should try an open-mic night." David offered. "Well, time will tell." Then we walked back in the house and cleaned our dinner mess. I ate the remaining salad while he cleaned the gas grille with the wire brush. "Have we ever had our boss over for dinner before?" I asked. "I don't remember but I don't think so. I think most of them were reluctant to mingle with civilians, as if we were lower than enlisted." We both snickered after he said that. He was busy brushing the grates then he said he remembered a time when we went bowling with the command team in San Diego just after seal school, after they saw our first assignment and everyone was jealous. ---- I went to the basement and sat on the weight bench just to think about our evening, I didn't want the smiles and jokes to cloud my ability to really get an accurate impression of the new commander. ---- Our basement was rather plain. In one corner sat the furnace, the water heater, and the laundry machines. We had a tiny bathroom and shower too but there were no walls around them. The basement was one large open room with paneling and a ceiling, the floor was carpeted (I hated carpet but its better here than bare concrete floors). We had two nice Precor treadmills, a weight bench, a lat machine for pull downs, a chin-up bar (above the weight bench), two old sofas, a pull down screen and a very nice 4k 3D projector that gave us a 12ft wide movie screen with surround and subwoofers. We also had floor fans and a beer fridge down here too. David wanted to add a popcorn machine someday and maybe a tanning bed too. Ten minutes later David quietly came downstairs, he looked like he was about to take a shower and noticed I was missing. I smiled when he got to the bottom step and looked around and saw me sitting on the end of the weight bench, I smiled back. I gestured for him to come to me. He stood between my feet, I lifted his shirt and pressed my face into his belly, he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it, then he told me he was pretty ripe, but I could keep him company in the shower. I got him a towel off the stack of clean laundry while he cranked open the valve on our ugly old basement shower. I put the lid down on the toilet so I had something to sit on, and watched him strip and step inside the shower, we talked more about our new commander and work and an upcoming trip to assess security at gas plants near Oklahoma City and Tulsa. That night it wasn't easy to fall asleep, both of us had a lot on our minds. Note: contact the author: borischenaz gmail It appears this book will end at Chapter 17, aprox. 212 pages.