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I had gone down the hall to his apartment and sat on the sofa watching a documentary on the Apollo Moon Landing while he changed into his service uniform and then we went down to the helicopter pad. I had to admit that he did look handsome in his Marine uniform but that knowledge was greatly outweighed by the fact that he was leaving me.
As we were taking the elevator down, Jimmy was on his Blackberry rapidly speaking to, I could only guess, Major Maria Paras, USMC. I could barely hear her part of the conversation but I heard enough to know that something very important was happening.
It wasn't until weeks later that Maria told me everything that had happened. By then, of course, we had become like sisters... actually, much more than sisters, but on that day she was still my bitterest rival for Jimmy's affections.
"Yes, Colonel. I have the DVD copies and I'm already at the helicopter."
"Good. See you in... let's see, OK, in fifteen minutes now.
Alessa? I'll see you later, Sweetheart, maybe tonight, I don't know or maybe even tomorrow... I just don't know. I'm sorry but we both knew today was coming since last week."
When we reached the pad he told me to stay back. No matter how carefully they kept the pad clean, when the helicopters took off or landed there was always something flying around and he didn't want me to get hurt.
Standing next to the H60 Blackhawk were a man and a woman wearing civilian clothes. I learned later that they were from the FBI and the CIA, respectively. The man seemed to be in his late fifties with a most serious face. His companion was younger but also had a definite scowl on her face.
I had never seen them before and correctly decided that they were part of the secret intelligence wing on the other side of the building from where I worked and lived. It would be several months before we met again, with a very different outcome.
There were also two women in uniform, one a young woman in Navy whites who I learned later was an ensign and the other in the tan Marine uniform. The Marine was an incredibly good-looking woman with dark earthy features that seemed to exude sensuality.
I had known right then she was Maria Paras... damn, I thought, she was drop-dead beautiful in that dark sensual way that must drive men crazy. Everyone said Jimmy's never done anything with her yet he was interested in me just like that. I didn't understand but I was going to find out just what was going on.
I admit it, I had been jealous and even though he treated me like a queen I was still unsure of myself.
The two officers saluted Jimmy while the other two got on the helicopter. There was a short conversation and then they entered the aircraft. He looked back at me and waved. As he was sliding the door closed, I could see Paras looking at me like a hunter on the kill. They left, leaving me all alone.
I was surrounded by hundreds of people and was all alone.
They arrived back at the complex well after midnight... so very early morning, Sunday, July 22nd.
Following a day and a half of continual discussions with Naval Intelligence, both Jimmy and Paras were exhausted and the CIA and FBI agents were too angry to talk. It had been a long, silent flight back. Jimmy told me he wasn't as young as he thought.
Much of my life's story from that point on was actually the story of Maria and myself and in order to completely tell this long tale several different people will join in as time moves along.
As I had once said earlier, if I had known what was going to happen I would have just stayed home that day in San Francisco instead of going into the office and meeting my Jimmy.
Major Maria Paras' account.....
The colonel and I had walked slowly into the building. As early as it had been, the weather was quite comfortable and yet neither of us was very comfortable we were so upset.
"Good night, Major," he said to me. "You were indispensible yesterday. Thank you."
"You're welcome, Colonel. Is there anything else you need?"
At the time I didn't know what was going on with this new woman, as I angrily thought of Alessa then but I had foolishly thought I could always keep trying... I had been here first I tried to convince myself over and over.
"No, Major, better get some rest. I'll see you Monday. Thank you."
The colonel waited until I had entered the elevator and rose up to my level. I was correct believing that his coolness, more than usual, was the result of Alessa's arrival in Malibu.
Even today I still believe in another time and place I would have been welcomed into his bed. I was a vivacious and beautiful woman; even if I had been in my mid-thirties whom any right thinking man should have wanted.
What does that say about me after all these years? It says that I followed the goddamned rules and had stood around waiting for him to talk to me.
Today, I love Alessa but then...
Military regulations in place and questions of propriety had kept him at arm's length from but I think he liked me too much and recognized my value to the military so he had made no move to have me transferred.
His perceived kindness to me actually was pure and simple torture.
He refused to admit he was in love with me and had been ever since he pulled me out of that burning helicopter in northern Iraq and I never found out until it was too late.
When he had become engaged to Miriam I thought that was the end of it but for the last several months I had subtly indicated that I was still attracted to him.
Now that Alessa was here I was unsure what he would do, having spurned me twice in as many years.
When the dust had settled, though, neither Alessa nor myself lived with him happily ever after. I wanted to die as much as she did, I'm sure of it and what happened later seemed as inevitable as the sun coming up in the morning.
I don't know how long he waited after the elevator returned to the ground floor and he took it to his own level and finally went to his apartment.
I do know that when I had entered my apartment I kicked off my shoes, threw my blouse somewhere on the floor, dropped my skirt somewhere else and was soon fast asleep.
The morning alarm rang... I slapped it off and kept sleeping.
Alessa's story.....
Sunday morning when I awoke I found out during the morning run that they had all returned from San Diego very early and were probably going to sleep most of the day.
After eating, I had gone back to my apartment and washed my ass very carefully and then with a lot of KY put in the smallest of the butt-plugs that I had gotten at the same time I purchased the dildo. A few hours later I moved up to the next larger size. To my surprise and delight, I actually was quite comfortable walking around with it in my ass and did not mind it at all. The truth was that they sat close to my asshole and that was the part I really had liked.
By the time four o'clock in the afternoon arrived I had graduated to the largest of the three and walked around the apartment enjoying the sensation.
At 5:30 I determined that he had slept long enough and prepared myself with a warm enema and then put in a clean butt-plug to stay open.
I stood that evening in the hallway making an insistent hard knock on his door.
