Chapter 10 - The Prince & The Prisoner
Whoever thought of these three suites designed it for a man and his harem. The two master bedrooms in my suite were connected by the office which in turn connected to the lounge. The hallway on our side connected to Vanessa's suite. The other hall connected to the General's suite.
No sooner had the boys left and I started settling into the tub and really relaxing, The STU rang. I quickly threw on my fluffy bathrobe and ran into the bedroom answering the phone out of breath "Airman Banks."
"Jono, this is General Mallory. Your special package in the Sea Stallion just took off. Well done son. You have everyone in the chain of command beyond happy. You were able to solve most of the problems without compromising either side, well done. You did stretch my order a bit, and I'm grateful you did."
"Thank you, sir. All I did was get both sides talking, and tell a story. I let them come up with a solution."
"We both know that is bullshit Jono. Given how loudly the Ambassador has been raving up his command chain, I would expect another phone call or two if I were you Jono."
"There is a new problem though I hate to be the one to point to the only cloud around the silver lining. The Marine we evacuated was the only translator the embassy has. You know who they're going to ask to fill that additional duty."
"I already got the request. Wally tells me that they can use a Saudi translator for most stuff. They only need you for U.S. only business. Their staff translator will be back in about a week, add to that the doctor directed that you need to be on light duty for at least two weeks."
"I really want to get qualified before you leave."
"Good news on that front, I'm going to be leaving Friday morning. Your team and I have been invited to a regimental awards banquet, formal dress on Thursday night. You'll be pleased to know the last of your trainees just got an HQ. In the initial cadre only one received less than a highly qualified. You and Vanessa are to be congratulated for what you did with the air surveillance technicians. Your results are practically unheard of. I have been on a full-court press to get Vanessa to reenlist. If she has found someone, please for the love of god, sour the relationship. We need to keep her on active duty." He laughed.
"Sorry, I could no sooner steal her happiness than I could exist without breathing. Please don't make that request in order," I teased, "I would hate for you to have to call the JAG back for me to surrender for court-martial." I joked back.
"Jono, the one truth about the military is, people come and people go. I just wish I had an entire command of people like you and Vanessa. I've got a couple whiny officers over in the weapons cell who had four troops that got unqualified or committed safeties. Have to go kick some ass now. Well done again Jono, on both fronts."
"Thank you General, I'm going to get a good night's sleep tonight. I am completely spent. How did Lt Nejem do in the AMC position?"
"I am told HQ highly qualified. I'm also told that both you and Vanessa unofficially coached him as well. You guys sure as hell are multifaceted. On a side-note Jono some of the girls are being followed around inside the hotel. Can we move the four of them move them into Nessa's suite? If so, could you make arrangements with security to make sure that they are not bothered?"
"I'll take care of that before I turn in Sir."
"Jono, you need to start thinking outside your career field. Breakfast tomorrow my suite. That is you, Daniels, and I. For now son, take a nap. You earned it."
I hung up the STU and Pete was knocking on the door, "Is everything okay?"
"Pete, if you don't go fuck your boy friend right now, I swear by all that is holy, I will shoot you through the door!"
I heard Reza giggling in the background.
I went back to the bathroom, the water in the tub was starting to chill. So I drained it, grabbed my food tray, water bottle and returned to the bedroom. I started playing with the ribbon that Papa Omar had wrapped around the body of the Cello. the first thing I noticed it was about 10 inches too large for my waist. Just not fair, I thought even my cello's waist is bigger than mine. I found where the belt of the ribbon had been attached it was done with tape.
I unlocked the office door and entered. To make sure Pete would be happy with security, I immediately crossed and locked the doors to Tam's room and to the lounge. I found a roll of tape on the desk and scissors in the drawer. I also retrieved the doctor's prescription note from the safe and returned back to my room. I trimmed the belt size down to size. I reused the excess ribbon to make matching strings to hold the prescription in place. I tried on my handy work admiring it in the full length mirror. I am not sure if it was my small frame or the HUGE size of the bow and ribbon but the look was perfect.
The belt covered a six inch swath of my tummy covering my belly button. The ribbon tails from the bow stretched down to my ankles. I was tempted to run down the hall and see if Reza agreed but I did not want anyone to see me like this until Tam did. I looked down at the snack tray to find it empty, bummer. Finished the bottle of water as well. I was far too excited to sleep.
Fuck! How long have they been fucking? The clock said fifteen twenty-three. Crap two and a half hours. I thought Tam and I had some marathon sessions. Still it was their first time together. It probably takes longer just to figure out who gets tied up. I chuckled at the image in my mind.
The hotel phone rang evening snack. I chose the old standby yogurt, cheese, fruit, and bread. I knew they would be up in ten minutes. I threw on a gold running suit and tucked Pete's pistol in the jacket pocket and walked into the hall. I grabbed the step ladder that the guards found for me and stationed it in front of the door. I heard the chime for the elevator and out came the trolley. The guards approached the waiter.
He was a cute looking guy about five foot two, with a slim build. Apparently he moved a little too slowly for the guards liking. They grabbed him and forced him against the wall, while the others lifted the lid on the tray, the skirt on the trolley and examined every place that someone could hide a weapon. The waiter now completely in point of submission flat against the marble wall, and was aggressively pawed and searched. The Sergeant's hands lingered a little longer when it reached the young man's ass he parted one cheek and then the other.
When the guards were content they released the waiter. Who quickly smoothed his sharp fitted uniform. To make himself presentable and wrinkle-free again. He dropped his eyes when the Sergeant shoved his finger in his face.
The trolley was then rolled to the door. I stepped down off of my stool and waited. I knew because of tradition they would knock first, then they would ring the bell if no one answered. I was starting to get in on the sequence of events here. When is hand hit the door, I gave it a two count and opened wide the door.
The sergeant smiled and chastised me about not using the peephole. I pointed at the tiny ladder to the right of the door and promised him that I had. He pointed at the pocket apparently noticing how much it was sagging. I reached in and slowly turned my wrist to show the handle of the Derringer.
"That will not stop much." he announced.
"I have a habit of hitting what I aim at. Even if I only wound my attacker, this will make noise and you and your men will investigate swiftly."
