Alex was thrilled to confirm Aida was indeed a virgin. Not that he mind if she wasn't one. Besides it was her life before she became Mrs. Jefferson, he had no control over that. He would have thought Greg and she would have shared a physical relationship seeing how protective Greg had been of Aida on their wedding day. He thought they might just had gone to bed more out of companionship. And even so if it hadn't been Greg it could have been any other guys back in Mexico. Aida was not ugly moreover she was a sensual creature; possibly she wasn't even aware of it herself.
So when he had took her that night to find his entrance being block and when she had cried out in pain, and also that morning after he had slipped out of her bed quietly back to his room to shower only to discover blood on his penis did he realize she just might have been a virgin after all. But then again maybe it could be due to his size he could have chafed her inner walls with his roughness? He might be an expert when comes to bedding a woman but he had no experience where virgins were concern. As far as he could remember from his first sexual escapade right up to the last before he married and bedded Aida, all the women were well versed in the art of sex and they had openly admitted it to him. After his shower he had decided to call his friend Ian to ask him about women in general.
"Ian, is it possible for a woman who is active in her daily life like doing exercises, you know, cycling, aerobics or even to the extend of doing gymnasts could still have their hymen intact?" said Alex, looking into the LCD screen at his friend who was still in bed in his nightshirt and right behind Ian, Alex could make out the sleeping form of Nicole.
"It's possible. The thickness and the depth of the hymen vary from woman to woman. Some women could break theirs easily, even if they were just to do running or light carrying and some women can still have theirs intact for years no matter how tough were their daily activities, unless they experienced direct penetration," said Ian professionally then added slyly, "You lucky bastard."
"Hey, you are supposed to be a professional, so no probing," chided Alex but nevertheless was please with the answer he got from his long time friend.
"Hey you yourself, I am also your friend. You wouldn't have called me up so early in the morning just to ask such a mundane question if it doesn't greatly concerns you when you know I would still be in bed, and took you long enough. Four months, you sure is losing your charm," said Ian, winking at him.
"Go back to bed, you sly old dog," scolded Alex. From his screen he could see Nicole must have had roused from her husband's voice and had groggily groped her husband's crotch without realizing they were on line with him giving him a free show. Ian gave him a salute and clicked off the button on his side and the screen went blank.
That was two months ago. After that night he had continued to share Aida's bed and Aida hadn't hold back anymore. She was sweet, passionate and giving in bed when he had finally broken through her. Now almost nightly he would take them to the highest peak of passion and then afterward would slowly sank back down to reality from their intense lovemaking, feeling completely sated and satiated only to start all over again hours later. His most favourite way of making love to her was when she was deep in her sleep. She was such a sound sleeper, a bomb could have exploded outside her room and she would still sleep on. As usual after a hot session with her, she would have gone to sleep soundly in his arms and somewhere in the middle of the night he would wake up only slipped his rock hard shaft inside her hot wet tunnel still filled with his earlier evidence of lovemaking and rocked her till she was wide awake again, moaning his name and writhing with unbridled passion.
Alex would have thought at the end of his chase of Aida he would have been satisfied in adding her name mentally as another conquests to his collection but he was wrong. He had to admit she meant more than just another of his conquests. He wanted to keep her forever. Perhaps now was the time to get her pregnant so he could propose to her another business transaction on a long-term basis. And he was confident she would accept it on his terms.
At times he would flittingly wonder could he have fallen 'in love' with her, if not why such obsessions of her? The thought of falling in love seems so alien to him but he could not deny the fact that he does want Aida to be with him for a long time with a possessiveness he could not explain. He shrugged, what is love, wasn't he caring enough for her, he could give her everything she wanted apart from that four letter word. In any case she seemed contented with their arrangement as it was and has make no demands. His great grandfather right down to his own father had not married for love but more for the sake of business and it had work out fine apart from the usual extra marital relationships from the men but the women folks never complained. And why complicate a 'perfect' partnership now any further with mushy 'love'. He came to a conclusion within himself; he was ready to set plan B in motion, to get Aida to stay by his side forever by making her pregnant. Perhaps then he could try his hand in the political scene.
Alex would have never guess that things were about to change much to his dislike and that he might even lose something he prized most in his possessions, something so valuable even his massive wealth and status could not be bought with money, Aida.
The business empire of the Jefferson includes bottling of drinkable mineral water, Aqua 21 and was one the top supplier within America. Their bottling factory was situated in Napa Valley, California. Once the mineral water were bottled and cleared of quality control checked it would then be distributed to various states. Every day there would be shipments of mineral water delivered to their warehouse in Huntingdon Valley Industrial Centre. And every night truckloads would be out running all over PA distributing to the supermarkets, hypermarkets, convenient stores, restaurants and hotels.
Tonight as usual the trucks were loaded full of mineral waters and were ready to do their run. Mark, one of the usual deliverymen was seated behind the wheel waiting for another helper to help him with the delivery. Damn, where the heck is the guy? He muttered to himself. The sooner they get their job done the sooner he could get back home to his wife. Someone finally climbed into the passenger side. The guy was about 6' tall. Even though under the dim truck light Mark could make out the other guy's feature. He had long side-burns and a moustache and an overly large nose. He noted the nametag on the other guy's uniform as Travis.
"You new? Never seen you before," asked Mark nonchalantly not really surprise for the blue-collar workers turnover were always high.
"Yeah I got the job this morning, they ask me to report for duty tonight" said the new guy Travis.
"You done delivery before?" asked Mark as he gunned up the big wheeler full of mineral water.
"Yeah, use to do delivery back in Arizona," said 'Travis'.
"Alright then let's go," said Mark.
Half an hour later they came to the loading bay of a downtown superstore and 'Travis' began to unload the mineral water. Little did Mark know at their first stop there was another passenger that had quietly slipped up behind the truck and 'Travis' had arranged a corner big enough for the new passenger to hide in. 'Travis' closed the rear truck door; making sure it was secured before climbing back to his passenger side while Mark started up the engine again ready to go to another destination which he had been plying for two years. The schedule of his routes were always the same be it rain or snow at this time of the night.
Inside the truck the new passenger quickly and efficiently retrieved from his black overall pocket a bottle of Salicylic acid and a hypodermic needle. He inserted the needle into the bottle of acid, syringe it up full and then carefully injected a little of the poison into the mineral water bottle. The needle was so small and thin that it could not be detected with the naked eye under normal lighting and there would be no leakage too. He worked quickly and silently. He came prepared wearing surgical gloves that would ensure he would not leave any fingerprints. He felt the truck stop and immediately went back into his hiding place. The rear truck door opened and he noted it was 'Travis'. 'Travis' then unloaded the dozens of mineral water and delivered it to the store. Then they were off again. He then repeated the process, randomly injecting the poison into the mineral water until the poison finished. By the time the whole process of injecting the water and delivering them was done, it was almost dawning. Just before the second last stop, 'Travis' quietly let his accomplice out and he himself has returned to the compound of the warehouse but he never punched out his card for there was no card to punch out. There were hundreds of workers at the warehouse busy with their own work to notice he had quietly slipped off.
It was easy enough a job to do. They just need to trail the trucks that ply the routes for a couple of nights to see where they would stop for the unloading of mineral waters. Sonja had provided them with the company uniforms and nametags beforehand. How she managed to acquire them was not their concern and Sonja would not have told them so. Greg had easily obtained the make-up kits from the theatre makeup studio. Rupert was to hide in the truck and to do the necessary work. He was given a bottle of colourless, odourless liquid - concentrated Salicylic acid. Salicylic acid may be found in certain kind of herbs or plants and was use to administer such problems as headaches, warts or toothaches. Due to the very small amounts found in the herbs or plants it was not harmful at all but if it was processed into drug forms, which were very concentrated, it could prove to be fatal. The mineral water were only injected with one sixty-four of its concentrated strength so it would not be fatal but yet it's still able to do enough damage to the consumer even if it was diluted in the water.
Now as Greg lay on his bed, thinking back about what he and Rupert had done, it made him feel terribly ashamed, bitter and furious. Both he and Rupert had become the devil's pawn, Sonja's unwilling lackeys. He knew he had let down his sister and even himself but most of all he knew he had let Aida down but he could not help it. Sonja would not have let them off so easily and he had seen the evil side of her. She was too dangerous. Too many innocent lives were at stake. Someone had to be the ultimate sacrificial lamb and Aida would be that lamb.
With all his wealth and power, Alex would never have guessed he, Gregory Lyndon Johnson would be the one unwittingly bring disaster to the Jefferson but definitely not of his choice. He could not risk Rupert reputation. Other than the secret life they share, he was a good husband to his decent simple wife who knows nothing about his double life, a good father to his two daughters and an active churchgoer of his community. Not to mention he was quite respected as a good agent in the acting circle. Ever since his high school days when Rupert had introduced him to his world, Greg was hooked on it. He had come to acknowledge Rupert as his mentor, a lover and a father, which he never had. No one knows about their secret relationship except Wendy but his sister would turned a blind eye to her brother's private life not that she welcome her brother's kind of lifestyle but more out of respect for her brother's privacy.
