Chapter Seven:
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Before we go any further, let's all take stock of the situation and do a brief recap. I know I need this, and I dare say you do, too. Events have been a little... calamitous, if not outright precipitous.
So, I'm John Graham. My wife is Amber. Between us, we own Graham Enterprises, which sells... umm... adult toys. Very Adult. And some of them not so much toys, either. We also own Fairy Tails productions, which sets up adult events: niche adult fantasies, so to speak. For reasons that I won't go into here, I also bought the remnants of a circus.
We had a party last night, to deal with Amber's Boss, one Jack Salinger, who was attempting to blackmail my bride. That was, obviously, never going to happen.
Things got out of hand at the party -- we ended up with a Cat 6 bulldozer in our pool, owned by my neighbor, Rhino Star, a British expat who was part of a super group, but all he's done in recent years is grope groupies, as well as several uninvited guests. Albanian Albinos, who are apparently mobbed up and testing some kind of gizmo that turns everyone into sex maniacs. Various circus performers, Tyrone, the gangster (real name Kevin Peters) and owner of a massive dick, a Chinese weight lifter and god knows who else.
Things got totally out of control, and we woke up this morning not really remembering what the hell had gone on. We got visits from every lettered agency you care to name, excluding the CIA and the NSA, and even though neither were supposed to involve themselves in the events of last night, I felt that it was only a matter of time. Everyone else had shown up, why not them?
Our most recent visit had been from a Logan Barbarossa, who was on the tail of the Albanians, and post his inclusion in our lives, we had a romantic interlude with a voodoo priestess, named Dominique. Very Romantic, at least from Amber's point of view. She was given the kind of orgasms that you have to mail order from Ron Jeremy.
Where the voodoo priestess came from, I've no idea, but you can add that to the list of things I don't know, such as what was actually in that briefcase. Or what happened in the Pool house with Amber while I was otherwise occupied in the main house.
Dominque apparently has a partner, named Rosalie, and they are after the briefcase, too.
I think that's about it. I may have left out some comings and goings. More coming than going, to be sure, but yeah, I think that's about the size of what's been going on.
Yeah, I don't think it makes much sense either. We'll get to that in a bit.
So Logan, butt plug with a tail hanging out of his ass— $18.99, no, wait, that's the large one. $25.99— is standing helplessly peering around, as though he might suddenly see the albino's escaping, or the briefcase lying on the ground. You have to give him some credit for dedication to duty, for sure. Not sure I could be so work focused with that thing up my ass. And stark naked, too.
Still. What to do now? How much did we care that the sex crazy machine was out of the house? It was, after all, Barbarossa problem now. And Rosalie and her partner, Raven. Whoever they were. We'd barely been introduced, to be honest. Well, Amber had. In the most intimate way possible, and god knows, I'd wanted to introduce myself more specifically, too. Well, bits of me, anyway.
Did we care? Did I care? Did I truly understand any of what was going on today? It was supposed to be a sting to deal with that asshole boss of Amber's, and look where it had ended up. And who knows if it was ended? I wouldn't have been surprised if the Avengers Thor showed up at this point. Or a meteor hit the house. Or that Hilary Clinton had actually won the presidency, and Trump was all a practical joke. Anything seemed possible at this point.
We'd had blowouts before, for sure. Amber and I had a great marriage. We trusted each other, and allowed each other to have adventures, as long as we were honest with each other, and always came together at the end of it. I valued what I had with her above all other things in life, but the events of the past two days would put a strain on anyone's credulity.
What, in the words of my favorite author, in the eternal fuck is going on?
As if in response to my thoughts, something exploded just out past the tree line. We felt it where we were standing, and thankfully, we were far enough out that we barely felt the pressure wave.
"You okay, Babe?" I said, turning to Amber, who was staring out at where the small mushroom cloud was rising. My first concern, always the wife.
She looked up at me, and nodded, her hand over her forehead shielding her eyes from the sunlight.
"What the hell do you think that was?" she asked, craning her head to try and make out more.
"At a guess, I'd say those Albanians just got hit by something that disagreed with them." I shrugged. I had no real idea, it just seemed like it was more likely than not, particularly with the events of the day.
"What about you guys?" I said, turning to Raven and Rosalie.
I needn't have bothered. They were bickering. "I told you it was sensitive!" said one: Rosalie, I think?
"I know it was sensitive!" argued Raven back. "That's why we needed it hold it. I know what it's capable of. Those idiots," she said, gesturing at where the smoke cloud was starting to thin out in the wind, "have no fucking clue."
"Well, that's us not getting paid, then. Fuck!" exclaimed Rosalie, clearly upset.
They looked at each other for a few seconds, then Rosalie shrugged and said to Raven, "So, wanna got get smashed and stoned?"
"Hells yes," replied Raven forcefully.
"Wanna join us?" they said, together, turning to face Amber and me.
"What about me?" screeched Logan, clearly apoplectic.
"Well, you can come, too, if you want?" I offered.
He just spluttered, and then took off down the path to where the explosion had occurred. It was fairly comical, watching the tail out of his backside bounce back and forth as he did his best to run. Why he didn't just stop and pull it out I'll never know. I did at least have the presence of mind to dig out the phone and get some video. Probably make a few bucks on the internet with that, I thought. Might even be a series in it. Pony boy, or better yet, pony girl!
I suppose we should have gone to investigate, but whatever had happened was outside my property line, and frankly, I was tired. It had been a heavy day, and there had been lots of ups and downs, some of them even good ones, and if we never saw that briefcase again, then I was fine with that.
I did briefly consider that the only people we hadn't seen from the local services was the fire department, and the explosion was almost certain to bring them to the door, too, but what the hell. Why not, right? Everyone else had been by today, why not them?
Fuck it. I turned to Amber and the other two girls and found them already trooping back to the house. Rosalie had one hand around Raven's waist, and the other around Amber's. It was an attractive sight, for sure, and while the spirit was willing on my part, the flesh was weak. I was already two explosions— well, three— down, and I didn't think my solider was going to salute for a little while longer. Getting old sucks. My advice is, don't do it, but don't go to the alternative either. You know what I mean.
