To my surprise, I didn't run in the beach house. I watched as the man with the camera packed up his things and left while I disconnected my high definition webcam, closed my laptop and removed my nipple clamps. The camera man looked familiar but I couldn't place him. As he left, I packed my toys back in the basket and wrapped my beach towel around my waist. For some reason I wasn't panic stricken, I was pissed and had to figure a way to get Randall once and for all.
I took my basket of toys and my lingerie to my master suite and as I was bringing my laptop inside, Reggie returned. I fixed myself vodka and drank it as I thought about the latest development in my apparent battle with Randall. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got and soon it began to show.
"What's wrong with you?" Reggie asked while he was putting the groceries away.
"I will explain after my shower, Honey." I answered, smiling as sweetly as I could as I took my glass of vodka and headed for the shower.
When I returned downstairs wearing nothing but my silk robe, Reggie had put everything away and had dinner on the table. He pulled out my chair and seated me with a kiss on my cheek.
"Would you like another vodka with your Bar-B-Q?" Reggie asked before he sat down.
I responded short but sweet, "Yes, please."
As Reggie fixed my drink, he said, "Ok, Joanie, I have given you enough time to brood over whatever is bothering you. It's time to spill the beans. What is it that has you so upset? You were in a very good mood this afternoon before I left and now you are obviously pissed about something. Give it up, Babe."
He gently massaged my shoulders as he spoke to me and I found it oddly reassuring. For some reason, I trusted this man that I hardly knew.
As we ate dinner together, I told Reggie all about Randall and what had happened to me while he was gone. I had nothing more to lose so I explained what I did for sexual pleasure. Throughout my whole monologue, Reggie never asked a single question and never once seemed the least bit surprised. This struck me as odd, but not odd enough to make me ask him about it. I did ask that he not share that with Lance since Lance was one of my online sexual conquests. Reggie agreed not to mention anything to Lance.
"Now that you know all about me, I have some questions for you." I said, looking him in the eye.
"Well by all means, ask me anything. I will tell you what I can." Reggie answered, smiling before taking a drink.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, warily. "I don't want any more secrets between us, Reggie. It's getting old." I said.
"Relax, Babe. It just means that there are things from my past that I cannot, under any circumstances tell you about. It's a matter of national security." Reggie said.
"It's national security? Seriously, Reggie, is that the best you could do? Fuck you, Reggie. Get out!" I exclaimed angrily and began to slide my chair back from the table.
"Sit down!" Reggie exclaimed back in an extremely menacing manner. "Please, Joanie. Sit down and hear me out. It's the truth, I swear." he continued gently.
I sat back down immediately. I had never heard that tone of voice from anyone and it left no doubt in my mind that obedience was the only option.
"It started soon after the beginning of my military career. I was in the Marines in a top secret Recon Unit. One night my unit walked into an ambush and all but two of us were killed. The other survivor was seriously injured and couldn't be moved. I hid him as best I could and then went to work taking out the bastards that had attacked us. It took me all night but I ended up killing seven men that night. When I got back to my buddy, I discovered he'd died sometime during the night. When I covered him back up, after taking his weapons and tags, a voice behind me said I'd done good work. I quickly turned and had my gun raised but there was no one there. I figured it was my mind playing tricks on me so I went back to hiding my buddy. Then the voice spoke again and I froze. It asked why I was bothering to cover the body because by the time the next patrol came though, the animals would have taken care of the remains of both units. By the time the voice was done speaking, I had its location figured out and I turned again and looked up. In the tree, I could just barely make out the outline of the camouflage suit the guy was wearing. I also spotted the rifle he had pointed at me. He asked how much time I had left in the service. I asked who he was. He told me he was someone who could use a guy like me in his unit. I asked what they did. He told me they did the same thing I had just done, take out enemy units. I told him I had a year left. He said he'd be in touch then he looked over my shoulder. I turned my head and looked and then realized what he'd done. I knew even before I looked back up that he was gone." Reggie said, almost nonstop. He finished his drink and got up to make another one, taking my now empty glass and refilling it too. He didn't speak again until he returned to the table, with drinks in hand.
"The next year, two weeks before I was due to get out, I got orders to go to Washington, D.C. While I was there, I was at a quiet piano bar one night and I heard a familiar voice behind me. I looked at him and he smiled and said hi. I knew it was the guy from the jungle. He sat down across from me and we talked about a lot of things. I realized it was late and said I had to go because I had an appointment in the morning. He just smiled and said that appointment had been rescheduled. I asked him how he knew that and he told me that my appointment had been with him and it was officially over. When I asked what he was talking about, he just smiled and gave me a business card with a date and time on the back of it. He told me to finish my time in the Marines, take a vacation afterward, and then report to the location on the card at the appointed date and time because he had a job for me if I wanted it." Reggie said with glazed over eyes, as though reliving it as he was telling it.
I had been trying to figure out where exactly he was going with all of this when it suddenly hit me, and I understood.
"Reggie, I have to ask. How old are you?" I asked as I did the math and realized my first guess of his age was significantly off.
Reggie looked at me and smiled. "The voice doesn't match the life, does it? I get that a lot. Well if you must know, I am 34 years old." he explained.
"Wow. Boy did I have you figured all wrong." I said, laughing along with him. "So what did Lance hire you to do?" I asked.
"Well aren't you a Miss Smartypants?" Reggie answered, smiling in such a way that I couldn't even control it, my pussy just got wet. "Like I said before, I can't tell you details. We did a lot of the things I did for Marine Recon, only off the books and a hell of a lot more dangerous. Lance isn't a nice man, Joanie. You are going to end up hurt, and it may not be just on an emotional level." Reggie answered, scaring me for the second time of the evening.
"What is that supposed to mean, Reggie?" I asked.
"You are just going to have to trust me, Joanie. I have known Lance for 11 years now and I know what he is capable of. I like you, a lot. In spite of what you may think of my motivations, I do care about your safety and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe from harm, from anyone. You have to believe that." Reggie said gently as he reached across the table and took my hand in his. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
