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Out of The Mist
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Another delightful view. I'm curious about what Paddy looks like...
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 128 of ? …
Ollie:
After everyone had gone home, and it was down to Frank, Ryan, Dave, and me, I was happy that we all went to our respective rooms, Frank with Ry, and Dave with me. In other words, no overt craziness abounded. We cleaned everything up, and put it all back in order, then retired to the arms of our loving partners. I liked that.
Waking up Tuesday morning, wrapped in “My” Dave, was far better than any dreams I may have had through the night.
I reveled in the time that I had, enveloped in his sezy warmth, and smell, cherishing his unruly black curls, the shape of his nose, and lips, remembering the emerald green of his beautiful eyes, lightly dancing beneath his closed eye lids, long raven eye lashes resting on his cheeks.
He sniffed, stretched, running his hand over my chest. He moved the entire length of himself along me. I was in gentle Heaven, languishing within the sensual heat of his full body touch. I was at peace, completely enfolded in the physical being of my sexy best friend, and lover.
I was aware of my heart expanding in my chest, thumping a bit faster, as Dave was unconsciously playing with my nipples.. It was merely a secondary consideration that “Hoss” was plumping up, along “Cowboy”, laying in my crotch, and doing his own squirming.
This wasn't about sex. It was beyond that.
The damned alarm went off, reveling the skylight, to the imitated sound of swooping, cawing, sea gulls. Or, was that real?
“Oomph!”, Dave muttered, hugging me closer, within the deep sexual aura that was Him . “As much as I don't want to get out of bed, we have to get moving. Duty calls.”
Breakfast was ham and cheese omelets, with crispy bacon on the side, and toasted English muffins, with raspberry jam.
Ryan had a devilish grin on his face, and, surprisingly, it was Frank who was walking gingerly.
I could relate to Frank, after what happened in Dave's, and mine, shower this morning.
I helped with opening The Shoppe, then headed for the docks, to assure that “Catch” was stocked, and ready, for our noon charter.
I was surprised, and pleased, that Tino showed up moments after I did. He didn't have to be there that early. This was going to be a good day!
Thanks to Tino, our guests had a very successful outing, tipping us generously, before heading off with their filleted, and wrapped, fresh fish.
If it weren't for Tino being straight, and married, and my having been “found” by Dave, well …
While I'd been topside, minding “Catch”, I'd taken a moment to get in touch with Rafe. I was amazed by his story of his drive back, and did not hesitate to let him know how relieved I was that he was still alive.
Though Tino was so awesome, I was also looking forward to having Rafe back, after this week. Thanks to all that Tino had taught us, I knew that Rafe, and I, could be just as successful. Besides, Rafe was Rafe, and well …
Gary:
Wednesday, “Hump Day”, was a revelation, on many levels. I was eager to get home, and fill Cathy in on all that had happened. I walked into my house to the aroma of sizzling steaks, which set me to salivating, as my tummy rumbled.
It might have been worse, but I'd popped a few of my own pills, before getting out of my car. Today had proven to be a “Tamer” kind of day.
“Have a seat, Babe!”, Crawford beamed, turning toward the Jenn Aire stove/grill, reaching for plates. “I”ll have this served in just a minute.”
Then she paused, looking at me as I sat down at the table. “Are you O.K.?”, she asked, concerned. “You're looking a bit pale.”
I returned a weak smile. “Once we're set, and that smells so good, I'll fill you in.”
“In that case, start with this.”, she smiled, setting a goblet of red wine before me.
She furrowed her brows as I nearly drained the wine glass in one gulp.
“That bad?”, she wondered, pouring more wine into my glass, then rubbing my back, not quite hugging me.
Chapter 128 of ? …
Ollie:
After everyone had gone home, and it was down to Frank, Ryan, Dave, and me, I was happy that we all went to our respective rooms, Frank with Ry, and Dave with me. In other words, no overt craziness abounded. We cleaned everything up, and put it all back in order, then retired to the arms of our loving partners. I liked that.
Waking up Tuesday morning, wrapped in “My” Dave, was far better than any dreams I may have had through the night.
I reveled in the time that I had, enveloped in his sezy warmth, and smell, cherishing his unruly black curls, the shape of his nose, and lips, remembering the emerald green of his beautiful eyes, lightly dancing beneath his closed eye lids, long raven eye lashes resting on his cheeks.
He sniffed, stretched, running his hand over my chest. He moved the entire length of himself along me. I was in gentle Heaven, languishing within the sensual heat of his full body touch. I was at peace, completely enfolded in the physical being of my sexy best friend, and lover.
I was aware of my heart expanding in my chest, thumping a bit faster, as Dave was unconsciously playing with my nipples.. It was merely a secondary consideration that “Hoss” was plumping up, along “Cowboy”, laying in my crotch, and doing his own squirming.
This wasn't about sex. It was beyond that.
The damned alarm went off, reveling the skylight, to the imitated sound of swooping, cawing, sea gulls. Or, was that real?
“Oomph!”, Dave muttered, hugging me closer, within the deep sexual aura that was Him . “As much as I don't want to get out of bed, we have to get moving. Duty calls.”
Breakfast was ham and cheese omelets, with crispy bacon on the side, and toasted English muffins, with raspberry jam.
Ryan had a devilish grin on his face, and, surprisingly, it was Frank who was walking gingerly.
I could relate to Frank, after what happened in Dave's, and mine, shower this morning.
I helped with opening The Shoppe, then headed for the docks, to assure that “Catch” was stocked, and ready, for our noon charter.
I was surprised, and pleased, that Tino showed up moments after I did. He didn't have to be there that early. This was going to be a good day!
Thanks to Tino, our guests had a very successful outing, tipping us generously, before heading off with their filleted, and wrapped, fresh fish.
If it weren't for Tino being straight, and married, and my having been “found” by Dave, well …
While I'd been topside, minding “Catch”, I'd taken a moment to get in touch with Rafe. I was amazed by his story of his drive back, and did not hesitate to let him know how relieved I was that he was still alive.
Though Tino was so awesome, I was also looking forward to having Rafe back, after this week. Thanks to all that Tino had taught us, I knew that Rafe, and I, could be just as successful. Besides, Rafe was Rafe, and well …
Gary:
Wednesday, “Hump Day”, was a revelation, on many levels. I was eager to get home, and fill Cathy in on all that had happened. I walked into my house to the aroma of sizzling steaks, which set me to salivating, as my tummy rumbled.
It might have been worse, but I'd popped a few of my own pills, before getting out of my car. Today had proven to be a “Tamer” kind of day.
“Have a seat, Babe!”, Crawford beamed, turning toward the Jenn Aire stove/grill, reaching for plates. “I”ll have this served in just a minute.”
Then she paused, looking at me as I sat down at the table. “Are you O.K.?”, she asked, concerned. “You're looking a bit pale.”
I returned a weak smile. “Once we're set, and that smells so good, I'll fill you in.”
“In that case, start with this.”, she smiled, setting a goblet of red wine before me.
She furrowed her brows as I nearly drained the wine glass in one gulp.
“That bad?”, she wondered, pouring more wine into my glass, then rubbing my back, not quite hugging me.
A nice wake up in the loft - and Ryan is Expanding Frank's experiences - old dogs CAN learn new tricks!
The dinner conversation between Gary and Cathy should be interesting, too.
Thanks, Chaz.
The dinner conversation between Gary and Cathy should be interesting, too.
Thanks, Chaz.
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^ Think graying red hair, instead of blond, if you get where I'm coming from.
Oh my goodness!!! Sounds about right. That is frightening!
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Nice to see Ollie's day with Tino was successful and lucrative. The seas seem smooth and gentle, but there's a storm brewing out there that will effect everyone. So it's nice to have that calm before the storm.
Gary's day may have been "Tamer", but obviously a glitch has darkened it somewhere along the way. I'm not sure Cathy is going to be happy to hear what darkened it.
Thanks, Chaz.
Craiger
Gary's day may have been "Tamer", but obviously a glitch has darkened it somewhere along the way. I'm not sure Cathy is going to be happy to hear what darkened it.
Thanks, Chaz.
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 129 of ? …
Gary:
As Cathy was serving dinner, the little flat screen T.V., on the counter, tuned to the news, caught my attention. I raised my hand, and pointed, to have her take notice ...
“ … I'm Juan Crier, and this is from our sister station in New Haven showing that “The Wander Bug” might have infected New England. The reporter is Wolfgang Robinette, “On the Police Beat” in Connecticut. Tell us what you've found out, Wolf!”
“Thank you, Juan! Following police reports of missing persons, it would seem there are several that felt they needed a break, and took off, on their own, not letting anyone know they were leaving.”
“How is that, Wolf?”
“It began with one case of a missing person, that returned home, here in New Haven. Then, there was another case of someone from here who disappeared from his summer job in New Hampshire, but was from here. Looking further, I also found another similar case in Stroughbridge, MA.”
“How are these connected, Wolf?”
“The common string seems to be that they were reported missing, then showed up at home, a week or two later, claiming they'd simply felt a need to take a break, and had wandered off by themselves.”
“Three cases, Wolf?”
“There might be more. I'm still looking into it, Juan.”
“Have any explained anything further, Wolf?”
“I've contacted the families, Juan, but none of them wanted to make any further comments, and expressed their wishes to remain anonymous.”
“We will certainly respect that, Wolf. And, you said there might be more?”
“I'm fairly sure there might be, Juan. I'm definitely looking into this further.”
“Thank you, Wolf! We'll be right back after this commercial break.”
“What's that all about?”, Cathy wondered.
“Around 10 this morning, I turned around at the counter to come face to face with Karen Johnson. I thought I might have a heart attack!”
“She was our latest “guest”, right?”, Crawford asked.
“Yeah! And there she was, right before me, picking up a prescription for her Mom. My knees buckled, and with my hands on the counter, to hold myself up, I managed to smile, and go about retrieving her order.”
“She gave no indication of what had happened?”, Cathy asked, concerned.
“No.”, I answered. “She seemed perfectly all right, and greeted me as she normally would have. It was obvious she had no memory, whatsoever, about what we had put her through.”
Cathy/Crawford let go a deep breath. “Well, that's a “Good Thing”. The drugs we used obviously worked. And, I'm really happy that she's back home O.K.!”
“So am I, Babe! I was never happy with what we were doing!”
“Neither was I!”, Cathy agreed. “So, what does this mean, and where do we go from here?”
“Well, there is something else, and it only gets worse.”, I frowned, and bowed my head.
“What do you mean?”, she pushed.
“A couple hours later, Harrison came in.”
“Who's Harrison?”
“James Harrison. My bookie/controller. You don't know him? He seems to know you.”
“What do you mean?”, she bristled.
“After he told me what my latest assignment was, he also let it drop that he'd seen you in a store, insinuating that he knew, and had more control over us, than we expected.”
“I have no idea who he is. My own nemesis is Johnny Carrigan, out of Boston.”
“Well, it would seem they share information, and know about both of us more than we think they do!”
“I'm not liking this at all!”, Cathy shuddered, hugging herself.
“Me neither, Hon!”, I concurred. “But, there's a bit more.”
“What could be worse?”, she muttered, sinking into the chair opposite me.
“They want us to “take” Ryan.”
“WHAT?”, she screamed, in disbelief!
Chapter 129 of ? …
Gary:
As Cathy was serving dinner, the little flat screen T.V., on the counter, tuned to the news, caught my attention. I raised my hand, and pointed, to have her take notice ...
“ … I'm Juan Crier, and this is from our sister station in New Haven showing that “The Wander Bug” might have infected New England. The reporter is Wolfgang Robinette, “On the Police Beat” in Connecticut. Tell us what you've found out, Wolf!”
“Thank you, Juan! Following police reports of missing persons, it would seem there are several that felt they needed a break, and took off, on their own, not letting anyone know they were leaving.”
“How is that, Wolf?”
“It began with one case of a missing person, that returned home, here in New Haven. Then, there was another case of someone from here who disappeared from his summer job in New Hampshire, but was from here. Looking further, I also found another similar case in Stroughbridge, MA.”
“How are these connected, Wolf?”
“The common string seems to be that they were reported missing, then showed up at home, a week or two later, claiming they'd simply felt a need to take a break, and had wandered off by themselves.”
“Three cases, Wolf?”
“There might be more. I'm still looking into it, Juan.”
“Have any explained anything further, Wolf?”
“I've contacted the families, Juan, but none of them wanted to make any further comments, and expressed their wishes to remain anonymous.”
“We will certainly respect that, Wolf. And, you said there might be more?”
“I'm fairly sure there might be, Juan. I'm definitely looking into this further.”
“Thank you, Wolf! We'll be right back after this commercial break.”
“What's that all about?”, Cathy wondered.
“Around 10 this morning, I turned around at the counter to come face to face with Karen Johnson. I thought I might have a heart attack!”
“She was our latest “guest”, right?”, Crawford asked.
“Yeah! And there she was, right before me, picking up a prescription for her Mom. My knees buckled, and with my hands on the counter, to hold myself up, I managed to smile, and go about retrieving her order.”
“She gave no indication of what had happened?”, Cathy asked, concerned.
“No.”, I answered. “She seemed perfectly all right, and greeted me as she normally would have. It was obvious she had no memory, whatsoever, about what we had put her through.”
Cathy/Crawford let go a deep breath. “Well, that's a “Good Thing”. The drugs we used obviously worked. And, I'm really happy that she's back home O.K.!”
“So am I, Babe! I was never happy with what we were doing!”
“Neither was I!”, Cathy agreed. “So, what does this mean, and where do we go from here?”
“Well, there is something else, and it only gets worse.”, I frowned, and bowed my head.
“What do you mean?”, she pushed.
“A couple hours later, Harrison came in.”
“Who's Harrison?”
“James Harrison. My bookie/controller. You don't know him? He seems to know you.”
“What do you mean?”, she bristled.
“After he told me what my latest assignment was, he also let it drop that he'd seen you in a store, insinuating that he knew, and had more control over us, than we expected.”
“I have no idea who he is. My own nemesis is Johnny Carrigan, out of Boston.”
“Well, it would seem they share information, and know about both of us more than we think they do!”
“I'm not liking this at all!”, Cathy shuddered, hugging herself.
“Me neither, Hon!”, I concurred. “But, there's a bit more.”
“What could be worse?”, she muttered, sinking into the chair opposite me.
“They want us to “take” Ryan.”
“WHAT?”, she screamed, in disbelief!
And the BIG Reveal - we KNEW that sonuvabitch Paddy was going to pull this shit - or try it.
Let's see how Arie and company fry and castrate that ass hole.
Oh, yeah, good, NASTY chapter!
Let's see how Arie and company fry and castrate that ass hole.
Oh, yeah, good, NASTY chapter!
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Dante didn't put enough levels in Hell to accommodate certain people.
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Let's see how Cathy and Gary get out of this situation. Will their compassionate souls shine through or will the fear for themselves take hold? Only the Shadow (Chaz) knows...
Very interesting twist.
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 130 of ? …
Cathy Crawford:
There were only two things I could think of, that had proven to be good about the mess I'd managed to gamble my way into.
The first was that I'd been “cured” of my gambling problem. There was NO Way I'd ever let myself become that vulnerable again. It had led to my being “taken” myself. Someone else had gained control over my life. I'd been coerced into doing things I found repulsive.
I am not talking about the care I had taken of our victims. In fact, I was quite proud of that. There were reasons I had become a nurse. What troubled me was why they had become my patients, and what was to become of them. That left a sour taste in my craw, which I abhorred. The good I was capable of doing had been turned to a bad venture, the sole consideration of money.
I've come to Hate money, and the corrupting influences it can have.
The second good thing was meeting Gary. If I'd seen him on the street I wouldn't have taken second notice. He was not by any means a tempting, eye catching, attraction. His appearance was so normal to the point of making him generally invisible. On sight, he was perfectly “Vanilla”, unassuming, perhaps even bland.
However, with us being forced together, though we tried to remain professionally detached, I'd gotten to know him as a very smart, and caring, individual. I also keyed into the sense that he deplored our situation as much as I did. Neither of us were enjoying the circumstances we'd been forced into. Yet, through it all, as I got to know him, I realized he was a kindred soul, and a man to be admired. I found myself being drawn to him, heart to heart.
I'd surprised myself when I felt lured to return to Harbour Home, and Gary. I was justifying my actions as Gary was the only person I could confide in. He was the only one in the same predicament, and could understand. I was in need of some sympathetic company.
I didn't foresee finding myself in bed with him, nor how passionate he proved to be, not to mention very adroit, and being able to push all of my buttons so expertly. I was shocked, and extremely pleased, that he was such an incredible lover, which was totally unexpected, and not my intended goal at all. He literally blew my mind!
Though I'm a female, no one would describe me as effeminate. I was a “Tom Boy” as a kid, and have even heard comments about my being a “Bull Dyke”, behind my back.
Maybe that was because of my motor cycle “thing”, or perhaps more because I've always gone full force as an enthusiastic Human being. I've never let gender expectations define me, or what I'm interested in. I've always followed my own heart, except for when I allowed myself to be controlled by my own weaknesses, which will never happen again, if I can find a way out of this nightmare.
“June Cleaver”, and her pearls, are the opposite of me. I'm more like the Barbara Billingsly that interpreted “Jive” in the movie “Airplane”.
That said, I had no problems becoming “domestic” for Gary, and seeing to his needs. It was my nursing side coming out. If either of us would be considered “effeminate” it would be Gary. He is such a caring, wise, gentle soul, in spite of what he'd been compromised into doing, to people he knew, and cherished.
This whole “taking” thing had likely been more difficult for him than me. I couldn't fathom what corporal, personal, conflicts he'd been going through, in the depths of the disastrous “black hole” we'd both unwisely fallen into.
And, now, here we were, confronted by direction to kidnap Ryan, Paddy's nephew. There was no doubt at what level those orders were coming from.
“What are we going to do?”, I asked Gary, letting him know I would follow whatever his decision might be. We were in this together, and I would support, and go through with, his decision.
He began by taking another big sip, make that a gulp, of wine. Steepling his hands, thumbs beneath his chin, fingertips touching his nose, glancing at me, looking back down, then meeting my gaze again. I could see the gears in his mind carefully choosing the thoughts he was about to let loose.
Gary:
Crawford was a “God Send”, though it was certainly no god that had sent her to me. Quite the opposite. It was Satanic influences that had brought us together, mired in this cesspool of darkness, and regret.
My heart sank to my depths, thinking I had somehow been part of the cause of her being dragged down with me. And, now, this amazing person was looking to me to somehow, miraculously, pull both of us up, and out of this mess.
“The way I see this is we have several options, none of which I recommend, but am offering to try to clarify our position. I need your input for further recommendations. This is something we have to decide together.”
I gave her a pleading glance, before continuing.
“We can do as directed, and try to take Ryan. I do not like that option at all. I do not know what situation we would be delivering him into, but I don't think it would be for his well being, at all.”
“Granted, that was the same for our others, but I'm feeling this might be worse. And, with the appearance of Karen Johnson today, though I'm not entirely sure what's going on, I think we might have more room to maneuver. Something has happened to “the system”. And, though I don't know what that might be, I'm thinking they are more vulnerable now than ever before.”
“That said, we might have the option to simply refuse, though I doubt it. I have no expectations that the threat we've been under is anything less. They still have the power to make our lives miserable, if not wiping us out. Whatever else might be going on, we do not have that option without serious reprisal, though it still might be a choice, if we're willing to accept the probably dire consequences. Harrison didn't hesitate to let me know that harm might come to you, me, or both of us, if we didn't comply.”
“Another option is going to Arie, admitting everything, and relying on him to make the right decisions, and possibly protecting us. I like, admire, and have full confidence in Arie, but he is also in a position that he has limited choices in what he can, and can not legally do. And, given that we “took” Hunter, one of his officers, I doubt he would be as amenable as he would have been otherwise. I trust him, and yet, in light of that, I can't.”
“It seems we are in a cul de sac with opposing interests bearing down upon us. Our other option would be to run, abandon everything, and take our chances, “on the lamb”, looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives.”
I shuddered. Drained my wine goblet, and furtively looked at Crawford.
“Thoughts? Is there more wine?”
Chapter 130 of ? …
Cathy Crawford:
There were only two things I could think of, that had proven to be good about the mess I'd managed to gamble my way into.
The first was that I'd been “cured” of my gambling problem. There was NO Way I'd ever let myself become that vulnerable again. It had led to my being “taken” myself. Someone else had gained control over my life. I'd been coerced into doing things I found repulsive.
I am not talking about the care I had taken of our victims. In fact, I was quite proud of that. There were reasons I had become a nurse. What troubled me was why they had become my patients, and what was to become of them. That left a sour taste in my craw, which I abhorred. The good I was capable of doing had been turned to a bad venture, the sole consideration of money.
I've come to Hate money, and the corrupting influences it can have.
The second good thing was meeting Gary. If I'd seen him on the street I wouldn't have taken second notice. He was not by any means a tempting, eye catching, attraction. His appearance was so normal to the point of making him generally invisible. On sight, he was perfectly “Vanilla”, unassuming, perhaps even bland.
However, with us being forced together, though we tried to remain professionally detached, I'd gotten to know him as a very smart, and caring, individual. I also keyed into the sense that he deplored our situation as much as I did. Neither of us were enjoying the circumstances we'd been forced into. Yet, through it all, as I got to know him, I realized he was a kindred soul, and a man to be admired. I found myself being drawn to him, heart to heart.
I'd surprised myself when I felt lured to return to Harbour Home, and Gary. I was justifying my actions as Gary was the only person I could confide in. He was the only one in the same predicament, and could understand. I was in need of some sympathetic company.
I didn't foresee finding myself in bed with him, nor how passionate he proved to be, not to mention very adroit, and being able to push all of my buttons so expertly. I was shocked, and extremely pleased, that he was such an incredible lover, which was totally unexpected, and not my intended goal at all. He literally blew my mind!
Though I'm a female, no one would describe me as effeminate. I was a “Tom Boy” as a kid, and have even heard comments about my being a “Bull Dyke”, behind my back.
Maybe that was because of my motor cycle “thing”, or perhaps more because I've always gone full force as an enthusiastic Human being. I've never let gender expectations define me, or what I'm interested in. I've always followed my own heart, except for when I allowed myself to be controlled by my own weaknesses, which will never happen again, if I can find a way out of this nightmare.
“June Cleaver”, and her pearls, are the opposite of me. I'm more like the Barbara Billingsly that interpreted “Jive” in the movie “Airplane”.
That said, I had no problems becoming “domestic” for Gary, and seeing to his needs. It was my nursing side coming out. If either of us would be considered “effeminate” it would be Gary. He is such a caring, wise, gentle soul, in spite of what he'd been compromised into doing, to people he knew, and cherished.
This whole “taking” thing had likely been more difficult for him than me. I couldn't fathom what corporal, personal, conflicts he'd been going through, in the depths of the disastrous “black hole” we'd both unwisely fallen into.
And, now, here we were, confronted by direction to kidnap Ryan, Paddy's nephew. There was no doubt at what level those orders were coming from.
“What are we going to do?”, I asked Gary, letting him know I would follow whatever his decision might be. We were in this together, and I would support, and go through with, his decision.
He began by taking another big sip, make that a gulp, of wine. Steepling his hands, thumbs beneath his chin, fingertips touching his nose, glancing at me, looking back down, then meeting my gaze again. I could see the gears in his mind carefully choosing the thoughts he was about to let loose.
Gary:
Crawford was a “God Send”, though it was certainly no god that had sent her to me. Quite the opposite. It was Satanic influences that had brought us together, mired in this cesspool of darkness, and regret.
My heart sank to my depths, thinking I had somehow been part of the cause of her being dragged down with me. And, now, this amazing person was looking to me to somehow, miraculously, pull both of us up, and out of this mess.
“The way I see this is we have several options, none of which I recommend, but am offering to try to clarify our position. I need your input for further recommendations. This is something we have to decide together.”
I gave her a pleading glance, before continuing.
“We can do as directed, and try to take Ryan. I do not like that option at all. I do not know what situation we would be delivering him into, but I don't think it would be for his well being, at all.”
“Granted, that was the same for our others, but I'm feeling this might be worse. And, with the appearance of Karen Johnson today, though I'm not entirely sure what's going on, I think we might have more room to maneuver. Something has happened to “the system”. And, though I don't know what that might be, I'm thinking they are more vulnerable now than ever before.”
“That said, we might have the option to simply refuse, though I doubt it. I have no expectations that the threat we've been under is anything less. They still have the power to make our lives miserable, if not wiping us out. Whatever else might be going on, we do not have that option without serious reprisal, though it still might be a choice, if we're willing to accept the probably dire consequences. Harrison didn't hesitate to let me know that harm might come to you, me, or both of us, if we didn't comply.”
“Another option is going to Arie, admitting everything, and relying on him to make the right decisions, and possibly protecting us. I like, admire, and have full confidence in Arie, but he is also in a position that he has limited choices in what he can, and can not legally do. And, given that we “took” Hunter, one of his officers, I doubt he would be as amenable as he would have been otherwise. I trust him, and yet, in light of that, I can't.”
“It seems we are in a cul de sac with opposing interests bearing down upon us. Our other option would be to run, abandon everything, and take our chances, “on the lamb”, looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives.”
I shuddered. Drained my wine goblet, and furtively looked at Crawford.
“Thoughts? Is there more wine?”
Reckoning time - will they do the right thing and go to Arie?
Craiger
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I'm sure if they only knew how much Arie is aware of this entire situation, they would trust him completely. Hopefully they will take that path. The old Irishman may have extended connection, however, Arie and those in the know in Harbour Home also have their connections. It's getting more and more intense, Chaz. Love it.
Craiger
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“Out of The Mist”
Chapter 131 of ? …
Crawford:
I agreed that I could use some more wine, too, and that there was plenty on hand.
Gary gave me a grateful smile, raising his empty goblet to be refilled.
“There are a few more options that you didn't mention.”, I offered, filling his glass.
“Those would be?”, he asked, mystified.
I reminded him that through his “Tummy Taimers” we had an inroad to take Paddy out, permanently.
He squirmed in his seat, holding his refilled Riedel wine glass, in both hands, warning it.
“I have thought about that. However, I have never, purposefully, physically harmed a living creature, including bugs, plants, and other living things. Granted, I have kidnapped others, against my will, and theirs, but in such a way to not bring them bodily harm. I do not like what we've been doing, in the slightest.”
“I seriously doubt I could take that step, to intentionally harm someone, even Paddy, the slime ball that he is. Besides, what if he would share “that” pill with his wife, or someone, not knowing?”
I smiled, reached across the table, taking his hands in mine, “I know what you mean. I'm with you. And, that's one of the many reasons I cherish you, that you care so much, even about someone like Paddy.”
He bristled. Leaned back. Withdrawing his hands from mine.
“Don't get me wrong. If Paddy would cease to exist it would solve so many problems, not just for us, but everyone else, too. And, yes, I know that I have a way to make that happen. However, when it comes down to that, it's more about who I am, and I'm not all that sure I can consciously go that far. If I did, it would make me as bad, if not worse, than he is. And, I doubt I could live with that.”
I relaxed, and reached to take his hands in mine, again.
“I agree with you in that.”, I smiled. “But, there is more that you should know.”
I proceeded to tell him that “they” thought I was working for “them”.
He replied that he was working for them too, to the extent that he'd been forced to, and assumed that I was, too.
“Well, it goes further than that.” I ventured.
“Hmmm?”, he wondered.
I explained that my debt had been paid off, through service, quite a while ago. And, that they appreciated my work, taking good care of their “merchandise”. They had made me an offer that I couldn't refuse.
They were covering my rent, in one of Paddy's buildings, which I wasn't aware of before, plus paying me for my taking care of their/our victims.
Then I added, “I was also to be watching out over you, just in case your might think about going to the authorities, or something.”
“WHAT?!”, Gary exploded, standing up, pushing back his chair to the point it fell over behind him, as he planted both of his fists on the table to stabilize himself.
“Now you're telling me I can't trust you, either?” His face was turning crimson. Beads of sweat bursting out over his forehead.
“Whoa, Babe!”, I soothed. “I”m telling you what it was, not what it is now. Please sit down, and relax. I promise that I'm completely with You!”
He was visibly trembling to the point I was become concerned for his well being. His blood pressure was probably off the charts, with his heart bashing against the inside of his breast bone. I was seriously concerned he might have a heart attack, or stroke.
“Please!”, I implored, as gently as I could. “Grab your chair and sit back down. Let me finish.”
He was glaring at me. Then it seemed my calming manner finally tripped a switch in his brain. His breathing slowed. His eyes focused. He took a swipe at his face, picked up his chair, and sat back down.
“This better be good.”, he murmured.
“It is.”, I assured him. “Since they think I might be one of them, we have another vector into their nasty conspiracies. They think they can trust me which gives us another card to play. They will likely believe what I tell them.”
“And, what are you going to tell them?”, he wondered.
“Whatever we want them to hear.”, I responded.
He was now sitting with his face in his hands.
“We have a lot to think and talk about.”, he muttered.
“And, we might need some help with that.”, I answered.
That got me an upward glance from him.
“What more are you trying to tell me?”
“I'm thinking we should talk to Arie.”
“Seriously?”
Chapter 131 of ? …
Crawford:
I agreed that I could use some more wine, too, and that there was plenty on hand.
Gary gave me a grateful smile, raising his empty goblet to be refilled.
“There are a few more options that you didn't mention.”, I offered, filling his glass.
“Those would be?”, he asked, mystified.
I reminded him that through his “Tummy Taimers” we had an inroad to take Paddy out, permanently.
He squirmed in his seat, holding his refilled Riedel wine glass, in both hands, warning it.
“I have thought about that. However, I have never, purposefully, physically harmed a living creature, including bugs, plants, and other living things. Granted, I have kidnapped others, against my will, and theirs, but in such a way to not bring them bodily harm. I do not like what we've been doing, in the slightest.”
“I seriously doubt I could take that step, to intentionally harm someone, even Paddy, the slime ball that he is. Besides, what if he would share “that” pill with his wife, or someone, not knowing?”
I smiled, reached across the table, taking his hands in mine, “I know what you mean. I'm with you. And, that's one of the many reasons I cherish you, that you care so much, even about someone like Paddy.”
He bristled. Leaned back. Withdrawing his hands from mine.
“Don't get me wrong. If Paddy would cease to exist it would solve so many problems, not just for us, but everyone else, too. And, yes, I know that I have a way to make that happen. However, when it comes down to that, it's more about who I am, and I'm not all that sure I can consciously go that far. If I did, it would make me as bad, if not worse, than he is. And, I doubt I could live with that.”
I relaxed, and reached to take his hands in mine, again.
“I agree with you in that.”, I smiled. “But, there is more that you should know.”
I proceeded to tell him that “they” thought I was working for “them”.
He replied that he was working for them too, to the extent that he'd been forced to, and assumed that I was, too.
“Well, it goes further than that.” I ventured.
“Hmmm?”, he wondered.
I explained that my debt had been paid off, through service, quite a while ago. And, that they appreciated my work, taking good care of their “merchandise”. They had made me an offer that I couldn't refuse.
They were covering my rent, in one of Paddy's buildings, which I wasn't aware of before, plus paying me for my taking care of their/our victims.
Then I added, “I was also to be watching out over you, just in case your might think about going to the authorities, or something.”
“WHAT?!”, Gary exploded, standing up, pushing back his chair to the point it fell over behind him, as he planted both of his fists on the table to stabilize himself.
“Now you're telling me I can't trust you, either?” His face was turning crimson. Beads of sweat bursting out over his forehead.
“Whoa, Babe!”, I soothed. “I”m telling you what it was, not what it is now. Please sit down, and relax. I promise that I'm completely with You!”
He was visibly trembling to the point I was become concerned for his well being. His blood pressure was probably off the charts, with his heart bashing against the inside of his breast bone. I was seriously concerned he might have a heart attack, or stroke.
“Please!”, I implored, as gently as I could. “Grab your chair and sit back down. Let me finish.”
He was glaring at me. Then it seemed my calming manner finally tripped a switch in his brain. His breathing slowed. His eyes focused. He took a swipe at his face, picked up his chair, and sat back down.
“This better be good.”, he murmured.
“It is.”, I assured him. “Since they think I might be one of them, we have another vector into their nasty conspiracies. They think they can trust me which gives us another card to play. They will likely believe what I tell them.”
“And, what are you going to tell them?”, he wondered.
“Whatever we want them to hear.”, I responded.
He was now sitting with his face in his hands.
“We have a lot to think and talk about.”, he muttered.
“And, we might need some help with that.”, I answered.
That got me an upward glance from him.
“What more are you trying to tell me?”
“I'm thinking we should talk to Arie.”
“Seriously?”
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Yes, talk to Arie!