Our family returned to Fort Conner after recovering from the Medal of Honor presentation and unwinding in the Penthouse with Mama Bear and the twins. Luke and John were two different people when they were with Mama Bear then when they were conspiring with the other imps and terrorizing the men of Alpha Zulu. Every now and then the men have to remind them: "Actions have repercussions" and that usually results in naked imps hanging from the flagpoles at sunrise.

 

As we deplaned at Fort Connor and had our security verified every off duty soldier lined the path from the landing strip to our billet. As a proud Aaron and Aiden carried the framed Medal of Honor and Certificate every man snapped to attention and proudly saluted acknowledging the sacrifice made by Aaron's father. It only reaffirmed in the mind of Aaron he would never be alone.

 

The Command Master Sergeant asked where Aaron wanted the award to hang... in his bedroom or in the family great room. Asking us fathers if it was OK to hang the award in our great room, we felt pride our son wanted to share this part of his life with his total family and our guests. Maintenance had the award hung within the hour which was an all-time record for any requisition submitted to our maintenance department.

 

As Aaron had the grades and the tough classes there was little doubt of his acceptance to Harvard. Little did we know that both Luke and John sent an Email to the Chancellor simply stating if Aiden wasn't accepted on a full ride scholarship both of them would be attending YALE! Why was it not surprising that Aiden received his acceptance the same day Aaron, Luke and John did theirs. Melech had been enrolled from birth by his parents and Daan simply told his father HE WAS ATTENDING HARVARD!

 

Life between John and Melech was getting very serious and we adults who recognized all the signs of the pending nuptials hoped Mama Bear had also picked it up on her radar. The last weekend before our marauding imps returned to Fort Connor for their senior year of high school, Mama Bear had procrastinated far too long and had to admit the truth to her sons and to Melech. Considering the six imps were inseparable as "family" this was to be an admission to the entire group including us Generals.

 

We were invited to spend the weekend at the Penthouse as Mama Bear needed some adult support to face her children. Both Chase and I wondered what was so serious Mama Bear needed our support. Friday night after a wonderful Marriott Prime Rib dinner and polishing off their Raspberry Cheesecake for desert (Yes, I beat the furry mooch to the last piece) we all adjourned to the great room and for the first time since we had met Gloria Worthington she was a "basket case".

 

Asking the imps to be patient with her because she doubted if she had the courage to get through this with them. Both Luke and John knew their father was an Israeli soldier who was killed in battle. Mama Bear admitted she had met him while she was visiting Israel while on a business trip with her family. It was an instant attraction and we both acknowledged there was little future considering the distance between us.

 

Was I surprised when we were chatting online one night and he admitted he was being assigned as the Military Attache to the Israeli Embassy here in Washington. With his professional responsibilities and my heavy class load we had to really juggle our schedule to find time to be together. I cried when he told me he was being recalled to Israel. The storm clouds were on the horizon and war was imminent.

 

It was my senior year at Harvard and I heard a commotion in the hallway of my dorm. Opening my door I found my protection detail had the man I loved pinned to the floor. Using language that would make an Army Command Master Sergeant blush I sent my security detail packing as the two of us slammed my dorm room door closed.

 

I was out of control and with the pending war neither of us knew what the outcome would be. I was in shock when he dropped to his knees, produced a ring box from his pocket and asked me to be his wife. I think the entire dorm heard me scream YES! Until that moment I had never had sex and I knew before the sun rose in the morning I would be giving the man I loved my virginity. He only had a few days of leave so he would be returning to Israel shortly. We skyped every night and your grandfathers never chastised me about the size of their internet bill.

 

A few months after he returned to Israel, I noticed I had now missed two periods in a row. Not normal for me so I saw my doctor. He gave me the good news I was pregnant with twins. I was elated and couldn't wait to tell your father the great news. It wasn't unusual for him to be on patrol for days upon end so I didn't get concerned for five days that I couldn't reach him.

 

Finally, I had your grandfather pull in a favor from POTUS and ask the Israeli military as to the status of your father. POTUS drew the short straw when he had to admit your father was killed in action.

 

Everyone calls you Luke and John but your full names are Luke Michael Worthington and John Michael Worthington after your father. The tears started streaming down Mama Bear's face. Melech, Michael was your older brother and Luke and John are your cousins. (The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.)

 

Leave it to Luke to break the ice. "Who wants vanilla ice cream with hot fudge?" Luke and John raced into the arms of their mother and told her she was loved and would always be loved. We realized you had to have sex with someone for us to be born and knew when the time was right, you'd tell us about him. Melech, Daan, Aiden and Aaron joined Luke and John with a massive group hug of Mama Bear. Chase and I could hear John chiding with Melech as the imps went running to the Game Room till the ice cream and hot fudge arrived: "See, I told you in the heat of passion you would always be a Worthington... I just didn't know how right I was." WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!

 

Finally, Gloria returned to her normal composure and as she sat quietly with Chase and me, she admitted she would rather have a 1 on 1 argument with POTUS or face a hostile takeover than go through this ever again. Chase and I looked at Gloria and informed her she yet has to face the reality Luke and John will want to be married before they leave for Harvard. They have already scheduled their premarital counseling with our Cardinal Chaplain. (I'd love to be a fly on the wall when she has that conversation with Daan's father.)

 

None of us adults were surprised to see Luke, John, Daan, Melech or Aaron walking funny as they hobbled to breakfast the next morning. We were in shock that for the first time Aiden was walking tenderly and was mighty careful sitting at the table. I whispered in Aiden's ear as I walked by that I warned him his brother would get even some day. As the imps were leaving the table and heading out to battle their electronic demons, we adults could hear them chiding Aiden that Aaron had put him on Doc's sexually disabled list. We had two sons that had bonded well beyond our wildest expectation. If there was a fault with our sons, it was that Aiden was far too protective of Aaron. (Sometimes you just have to learn from your mistakes.)

 

Christmas was the first time in a few years since a bomb decimated the Worthington clan during their holiday celebration, the imps wanted to have an extended family gathering. Gloria was hesitant to ever have all of her extended family in the same room ever again. It was just a risk too great in her mind. It took Chase and I telling her how much she was depriving the imps of the true spirit of the holiday... we finally managed to "brow beat" her into submission only when POTUS agreed to have a bomb sniffing Wolf Dog and a demolition team onsite before the family arrived and throughout the extended weekend.

 

We were all surprised as the presents were being passed out one remained under the tree. Omoikane was the little Christmas Elf distributing presents and all of us wanted to know who was getting the final present. Gloria had a big smile as our little elf announced it was for our War Dog. Opening the package for our four footed friend, Gloria had gotten him a Stainless Steel #1 to hang from his collar which contained a one caret flawless diamond. Mama Bear really appreciated the feeling of security with all of her extended family gathered in one place. The rest of the demolition team received a weeks leave and an all expense vacation to our Virgin Island Penthouse. (They were definitely hoping to be invited back for next year's holiday celebration.)

 

As we were flying back to Fort Connor, we asked the imps how they enjoyed their get together for Christmas. They enjoyed themselves immensely except for the demolition team making random sweeps of their quarter and finding them In flagrante delicto. Chase and I were still laughing when we landed at Fort Connor. The imps turned multiple shades of red as Chase and I told Doc to run a complete blood workup on the impish perverts who were too frisky during the holiday reunion. (If looks could kill we would have been two dead dads!)

 

When the imps confessed they would be spending much of their Spring Break from classes with the Chaplain doing their premarital counseling... We fathers reminded them to get something special for the Chaplain considering how accommodating he is working around your schedule. As Aiden whispered into the ears of Luke and John even they turned beat red at the suggestion of a heavy duty battery powered butt plug. I think I'll play it safe and have POTUS invite Mama Bear to fly into Fort Connor the day of the wedding service. If our new OPS director pops out of the bachelor party cake naked Mama Bear would have a heart attack.

 

It had been a couple of years since we had any major incursion at Fort Connor and that concerned us Generals. Apathy is a killer of good soldiers. The only time we heard ammunition being expended was at the firing range. As much as I enjoy not having any real ALERTS... response times are always better with the men when they know it isn't a drill.

 

Anytime we traveled even in our armored limousine we had a security team front and rear of us each in a suburban with a pop up mini gun. We had six imps in the limo with us and were headed to the Marriott for some quality (being spoiled) time for the imps with Mama Bear. Suddenly, without warning a motorcycle with darkened helmet visor pulls along side and empties a clip of ammunition into the side of our vehicle. Before our security team could return fire, the motorcycle sped away and all we could do is declare an emergency and request police support. The Limousine may cost north of $250,000.00 USD and the repairs from the attack in excess of $100,000.00 USD, but what cost do you put on the life of an imp. The only "fatality" of the attack was six imps needing dry underwear. Chase would neither "confirm or deny" if he needed a change also.

 

The minute OPS relayed the attack on our limousine the entire "A" list of protectees went into "lockdown". Tokugawa was a basket case until we could confirm with him that his son was safe at Fort Connor... (Probably safe in bed in the arms of his lover... Dad!) Give the kid a break!

 

When we returned to Fort Connor on Monday afternoon, as we were deplaning OPS issued an ALERT! Asking OPS the nature of the ALERT, radar had picked up a suspicious mass on a direct intercept with Fort Connor and we are waiting for our drones to give us a visual confirmation. The only time we have seen artifact like this on our radar it has been a mass of mini drones usually carrying explosives. Advising OPS once they get visual confirmation to pull our drones back and let the automated mini guns tear them apart. This is when we tell Mama Bear she isn't paying Tokugawa enough!

 

Whoever reprogramed the mini drones certain was a match for Tokugawa's mini gun program. It took over 30 minutes before the cloud of drones dissipated. Tokugawa's computer program showed the location of the drones in hiding that weren't destroyed and we sent out squads with combat shotguns to eliminate them.

 

Two of the drones took off high up out of shotgun range to avoid our squad hunting them. One headed to our airfield to inflect damage but got blown away by our automated mini guns. The second descended into the core of Fort Connor and took aim at a sight that was next to impossible to miss. A 6'4" "Protector" guarding the perimeter of the imp bunker. As the drone bore down on the man, even with his War Dog hitting him broadside at a full run, the exploding drone rained steel shot down on both man and dog killing both. Yes, the soldier volunteered and knew the risk and the dog was loyal to his master... but I am the one who has to tell a little imp the man he loves was just killed.

 

I've decided to keep the imps locked in their bunker until I can get Tokugawa and his partner here at Fort Connor. The minute POTUS heard I had Tokugawa inflight to Fort Connor he asked me could I get any more stupid ideas or was I just trying to fuck over the Army for the next ten years.

 

Advising POTUS I had asked Tokugawa as a father and not as a super nerd. His son will need his fathers and now if you are done chewing on my ass I have to get with the Chaplain and devise a plan to tell a little imp the man he loves just died protecting him. DISCONNECT! (This time by me.)

 

Our insidious foe is back and has drawn blood. The men of Alpha Zulu will demand blood in payment. The full assets of the United States Government and especially the United States Army won't rest until the persons responsible are brought to justice. (Or gets in the crosshairs of one of our Alpha Zulu snipers.)

 

POTUS decided to be proactive and not reactive. Normally, he would ask our HR Dream Team to find a new protector but he was pulling out all the stops and would be making this selection himself. Placing a video call to the Commanding General of Special Operations Command he had a short conversation but to the point. POTUS wanted the files of five of the best special ops men in his command. Choose these men as if the life of your son depends upon it. Send the files directly to me at the White House marked "FOR MY EYES ONLY". DISCONNECT!

 

The next call POTUS made was to Gloria Worthington asking if she could clear her schedule and join him in the Oval Office tomorrow. It is unknown how long this meeting will take so please clear the complete day. I'll have coffee and croissants ready when you get here. Plan on 0900 hours. Thanks, Gloria.

 

As Gloria joined POTUS in the Oval Office the next morning he thanked her for not asking any questions as he wanted to do this with as little potential for a leak as possible. We both know Omoikane is the future of Worthington Industries and thus a major contributor to the future technology of the United States Military. That little imp lost his best friend and the man he loved protecting him. Even with the consolation of his fathers this has to be tearing him apart.

 

I'm taking unilateral action. Yesterday, I requested from the Commanding General of USSOCOM (United States Special Operations Command) the names of five of his best men and to make the selections as if they were to protect his son. They should be hand delivered any minute now and I'm asking you to help me select the right man for Omoikane. I can deal with their military expertise but I need your expertise as a mother. Whatever time it takes, I've cleared my schedule for the day and unless someone declares war on us... this is my priority assignment.

 

As POTUS and Gloria adjourned to his conference room, his secretary brought in the expected FOR EYES ONLY package from USSOCOM. The first hour they spent just reading each of the five files and then spent the next two hours discussing the pros and cons of each men. POTUS assured Gloria rank wasn't a consideration. The ability to protect an imp and work with the men of Alpha Zulu is what is paramount.

 

POTUS finally asked his Vice-President (who also is his partner) to join him with Gloria and the discussion continued late into the evening. Every miniscule bit of information regarding each of the men was reviewed and discussed. Even the classified information was declassified for POTUS.

 

When the Commanding General of USSOCOM contacted the Chairman of the Joint Chief and then SecDef wanting to know what POTUS was doing... both men had to admit they had not been read in and POTUS was his own man. As he is our Commander in Chief, we suggest you do as asked and with as little questioning as possible.

 

Finally, as the clock tolled 2200 hours our three brain dead executives had made a decision on three individuals to be interviewed. Asking to be put in direct contact with the Commanding General of USSOCOM, even at this late hour POTUS never hesitated. The only comment POTUS made is that he gets to sleep when I do.

 

Giving the General the name of three individuals from the files submitted for review, are all three men available to meet in Washington? "One is on base and two will be returning from a classified op within 24 hours." POTUS only commented: As soon as the two return from their op, let them take a hot shower, feed them a good meal and then put all three men on a priority flight to Washington DC. Advise SecDef of their arrival time and he will make transportation and billeting arrangements.

 

POTUS graciously thanked Gloria for her assistance and asked if she could free up another day to help with the interviews. "Of course, Mr. President!" Thank you again, I'll let you know as soon as I get their arrival data.

 

The following day POTUS contacted Gloria in her office and advised the two individuals had arrived back early from their classified op. The three men would be arriving in Washington yet tonight and we could plan on their interviews the following day if she was available. Assuring POTUS she would adjust her schedule. POTUS asked for an 0800 hour arrival for Gloria and then one individual each at 0900, 1000 and 1100 hours. We can then compare notes and feelings and see how we want to handle the afternoon "meet and greets".

 

If being on a covert op for two weeks wasn't stressful enough, returning to base and being advised of a command performance at the White House for POTUS just about had our two late arrivals consider turning in their retirement papers. Remember to pack full dress uniforms!

 

SecDef arranged to have them billeted at Andrews for the night and transportation arranged to the White House the next morning. Gloria arrived punctually for her 0800 hour meeting with POTUS and his partner the Vice President. Over an acceptable White House Breakfast, they decided on how to conduct the individual interviews which were to be "shock and awe" for the three finalists. No one prepped Mama Bear with any required question but the effect was obvious when the first question she asked was what was their sexual preference. The retired Generals knew from experience Mama Bear had the "balls" and had no problem with her continuing until all three were satisfied whether the individual's sexuality would be a good match for Alpha Zulu.

 

When one of the candidates asked if he could ask a question, POTUS emphatically answered NO! "You are here to answer the questions we ask, not the reverse!" (Talk about getting shot down by your Commander in Chief.) The three took the complete hour grilling each man and each was warned they would face a court martial if they discussed this meeting with anyone... even the three soldiers who were being reviewed. (Hell, the poor soldiers didn't even know why they had been asked to the White House.)

 

Breaking for lunch POTUS advised his guests to enjoy lunch in the White House cafeteria and be back here promptly at 1300 hours to continue. As POTUS, his VP/partner and Gloria were enjoying a private lunch in his conference room some obvious facts were crystal clear. One candidate was married to a woman and had two small children. Even with his current time away from home it doesn't start to compare to the commitment of time he would be required to make to Alpha Zulu.

 

Another candidate was bisexual and was still deciding whether to ask a man or a woman he had been dating to be his partner in life. Human Resources would be turning over in their grave considering some of the improper if not down right illegal questions asked of the candidates. POTUS made it clear... not only was this the life of a precious imp we all love it also is the future of military technology with the largest military supplier in the United States.

 

All three individuals talked frankly and were in agreement that the second candidate could work but candidate #3 was the best match. A proud gay man, married to a man who had been killed two years earlier in an auto accident. The two men had adopted a teenage son who was currently living with the soldiers' parents. It was decided to send the two men not their primary selection back to their billet at Andrews and spend the afternoon grilling the candidate POTUS and Gloria thought was the best match for the balance of the afternoon. By the end of their afternoon meeting the poor Captain felt like he had been shot by a sniper and then had his ass reamed by a proctologist.

 

POTUS kindly asked if the Captain would be kind enough to wait in the outer office while we three have a final discussion. All three felt this man was a perfect match and his military record and awards made it obviously clear he was not only qualified, but he definitely wouldn't be cowering under a table in a fire fight.

 

Asking the Captain if he would mind returning to the Penthouse with Ms. Worthington so she can explain the program they would be offering and the inducements that come with it. Gloria assured him the Marriott Chef definitely is better than the rations you have been eating of recent and the swill they call food in the White House cafeteria I wouldn't feed to my Wolf Dog.

 

Gloria called the Marriott on their way back from the White House and ordered dinner for FOUR to be served at 2000 hours. She then contacted Tokugawa and asked if he and his partner could join her for dinner in the Penthouse at 2000 hours also. Tokugawa only chided: "Marriott cuisine VS pizza takeout... now that is a no brainer".

 

The Captain sat there speechless for the first hour as Mama Bear shared with him the nuisances of Alpha Zulu and Fort Connor. Every man in Alpha Zulu is gay and a volunteer. In fact, our HR staff has a backlog of over 5,000 soldiers applying to join this unique band of brothers. Alpha Zulu isn't a baby sitting service... we have had men die even six star generals but we never have lost an imp. You have two six star generals, a four star doctors and a five star Catholic Cardinal Chaplain on staff and all have an open door policy.

 

Once we have you fitted for your new uniforms at Alpha Zulu expense, POTUS will arrange for your swearing in and as a Protector you will receive the rank of a Bird Colonel. Do you have any concerns so far?

 

A very hesitant Captain hated to seem inconsiderate of the offer, but his teenage son was becoming a real challenge for his elderly parents and truthfully I'm missing being the dad in his life.

 

Gloria thought this might be a problem and had the perfect solution. Fort Connor is on a remote barrier island and has a totally controlled restricted access. The latest technology from Worthington Industries is deployed to Fort Connor as soon as it is released to the military for testing. Yes, Fort Connor may be manned by Army Alpha Zulu soldiers but Fort Connor belongs to Worthington Industries.

 

Worthington Industries developed Fort Connor to protect the imps of our Scientists who had their imps life threatened in an effort to convince them to defect and commit treason to protect the life of their son.

 

Fort Connor is equipped with a state of the art Computer Learning Center where imps can have instructions from the finest minds in any given subject in the world. We can make your acceptance conditional upon your son joining you at Fort Connor and allowed to live with the imps. Peer to peer imp influence will have a better effect than anything we parents can pound into their heads or their posteriors.

 

Security announced the arrival of Omoikane's fathers and Gloria hoped the fathers would approve of what she and POTUS had done. Tokugawa and his partner couldn't believe that both POTUS and Gloria had invested two full business days looking for a protector for their son. Both men bowed respectfully and thanked the Captain for his consideration of being the Protector for their son.

 

When the realization of the loss Omoikane had just faced our Captain knew this wouldn't be a walk in the park. Asking to have a half hour to discuss this with his son, Gloria offered him her study so it could be a private conversation. A very shocked young teen wondered who was calling from such a weird number. Opening his laptop screen he was shocked to see his father in his full dress uniform. "Dad, what's up? Did you have dinner with the President?" No, but I had dinner with one of the wealthiest women in the United States and the discussion was about you.

 

"Dad, are you going straight on me?"

 

Do I ask you whose cock you are sucking this week? No, I'm gay and will always be gay.

 

"Same here Dad!"

 

Asking his son how he would feel about living with him on a classified military post out on an island off the Eastern Seaboard. You'll get the best education available and a full financial package for college.

 

"Dad, I'm not giving up my virginity even for a free education!"

 

(Clean up your act young man or you'll get an education with my hand on your naked posterior.)

 

"Been there, done that and I have no interest in a repeat performance."

 

The comment had both father and son roaring in laughter.

 

Pack a "Go Bag" and I'll let you know in the morning when I will be arriving. We need to get your school transcripts and your health records before I can relocate. (Also, it will give me an opportunity to bribe my son as I feel I'll be needing his help to make this move successful.)

 

Night, now I have to go back into a meeting with two very distraught fathers and see how we can salvage a precious young imp. Go to bed early, tomorrow will be a full day.

 

Returning to the Great Room and joining Gloria and the Fathers... our Captain indicated his son was enthusiastic about the prospect of actually being able to spend time with his `ole man. Asking Gloria if she could arrange for a plane ticket so he could pick up his son and the necessary paperwork to make the logistical move. Gloria only smiled and commented Worthington Actual is at your disposal and I'll drop you at our Executive Air Field on my way to the office. Tokugawa expressed his gratitude for all the effort people were making to help Omoikane survive this traumatic ordeal. The Chaplain and Doc want another week before making a determination on what the best way is to proceed.

 

Gloria insisted the Captain and his son be her guest in the Penthouse while his new uniforms were being made and Tokugawa insisted both father and son be their guests while he weas being processed for Alpha Zulu.

 

As Tokugawa and his partner left for the evening Gloria turned to the Captain and commented he must be tired considering all he had been doing of late and then a command performance for POTUS immediately upon returning to base... Just leave your dress uniform outside your bedroom door along with your shoes and the valet will have them cleaned and pressed well before your military 0500 hour body alarm clock goes off. As for me, I usually rise about 0630 hours and we'll enjoy breakfast here and then adjourn to the Worthington Airfield.

 

As the two were leaving for the Worthington Airfield the next morning Gloria handed the Captain a Worthington "Black Card" advising him it not only had an unlimited line of credit, but it was valid at any card reader in the world. Use it wisely... I've just given you enough rope to hang yourself. Tokugawa is Worthington Industries and his son Omoikane is the Worthington Industries of the 21^st Century.

 

These aren't people you can put a corporate dollar sign on and besides I consider them not only my close friends but also my extended family. As a shock Captain exited Gloria's Limousine he was aghast at the beauty of Worthington Actual, a Gulfstream G1000 Superliner gleaming black with a blazing gold W on the tail fin. Handing the Captain a Worthington Laptop, Gloria informed the Captain it was preconfigured for direct connection to the Worthington Operations Center and he would have immediate availability to her 24 hours a day.

 

A few hours later arriving back at his hometown airport he was met by his elderly parents and returned to reality of the simple life which he called home. As his son raced and jumped into his fathers arm as he deplaned a very unwise comment was made. "Dad, you weren't kidding about having dinner with one of the richest women in the United States... you should marry her!" The sound of an adult hand coming forcibly in contact with a teenage rump resounded across the airport runway. "Damn, Dad... THAT HURT!" It was meant to... your mouth was always your worse enemy.

 

His son informed his dad that grandma was back home cooking up a celebration feast. After dinner as a stuffed Captain and his son settled in the family living room his parents had all kinds of questions about what their son would be doing.

 

Mom and Dad... There isn't much I can tell you other than the program is highly classified and the perks are obscene. Junior here will be able to attend any college he wants (Excluding Vassar which had everyone roaring in laughter). You'll be receiving a secure laptop so we can video conference and no one will be able to determine where I am located. In an emergency you can always contact Gloria Worthington at Worthington Industries and she can locate me.

 

Right now, I've been going nonstop for over a week and I need a soft bed and sleep. As his father emerged from the shower and headed to his bedroom he found his son in his bed. "Dad, can I sleep with you... I've missed you so much, I just need to feel my arms wrapped around you... PLEASE?" Many times in life a parent sacrifices for their child and as much as "dad" wanted a sound night of sleep in a soft bed the needs of his son for tactile attention tore at his heart and he only asked what he was wearing under the sheets.

 

"I'm ala natural Dad, the only way to sleep." Telling his son to move over he dropped his towel and crawled into bed with his son. This was nothing sexual, it was the unbreakable bond between father and son confirming they had no secrets from each other.

 

Gloria was being proactive and video conferencing with the Generals at Fort Connor she asked if they could join her in the Penthouse for the weekend and arrive late Friday afternoon. Bring her sons and their future partners... we need to have a "Council of War" and figure out how to salvage Omoikane without doing any further damage.

 

Gloria was hard at work at the office when Worthington Actual arrived at their Executive Airfield. Time to clear off the desk and head home for the evening. As Gloria's limousine pulled alongside of Worthington Actual an immaculately dressed business woman exited the limousine and greeted her guests as the descended the plane ramp.

 

"Geeze Dad, she is beautiful. You should marry her." Gloria only smiled and didn't know which was louder the sound of the hand impacting the rump of the young man or the scream that emanated from his mouth. Forgive me Ms. Worthington, my son needs some manners applied to his posterior.

 

Gloria smiled and only commented he had yet to meet her two monsters in training. It looks like your son will fit in perfectly. We are invited to dinner with Tokugawa and his partner tonight so I hope you aren't too exhausted after your trip. We will make it a short evening and then you two can plan on sleeping in tomorrow. I'll reschedule your trip to our friendly tailor for the afternoon.

 

Driving into the secure compound which was Tokugawa's residence both the Captain and his son were awe struck at the beauty of the home and grounds. As security verified Mama Bears credentials, she vouched for her two guests and Tokugawa and his partner warmly greeted their guests to their home. His partner had to rush back to the kitchen lest he burn heir gourmet dinner. Tokugawa became the tour guide and the Captain's son was salivating once he saw Omoikane's bedroom/game room. As they relaxed in Tokugawa's Great Room, he introduced his new guests to his finny family by name, species and where they were from in the world. Before he gave it a second thought an errant son commented the Koi tank was bigger than some swimming pools. (Tokugawa got a great chuckle out of the comment which definitely saved another handprint being applied to the rump of his young guest.)

 

Dinner was a delight of Asian cuisine, not what is served in Asian restaurants but what is enjoyed by the average person throughout Japan. At least the bottomless pit sitting beside his father waited till everyone had their fill before he consumed the leftovers. The poor Wolf War Dog on sentry duty had to settle for kibble and doggie treats as he lost out to a two legged garbage scowl with a bottomless pit for a stomach. (Tough dog life the Wolf War Dog has!)

 

As we left we thanked Tokugawa for his hospitality and his partner for the best Asian meal either of us had ever enjoyed. Gloria invited Tokugawa and his partner to join us in the Penthouse Friday evening, Luke, John and their future partners would be joining the Generals so we can have a "War Council" on how to best help Omoikane. Any input you can give us will be much appreciated.

 

As the head of the security detail overheard the conversation with Mama Bear about the Captain and his son being fitted by our friendly tailor the next afternoon... he quietly whispered to the Captain to be prepared for the most erotic experience of your life and also the best fitting clothes you will ever wear.