. 03

Adventures in Swinging Chapter 29 Pt 3

January 29, 1335hrs CST

Crossthaite's Suite

Annie lay naked beneath Geoffrey, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her groin joined to his. Lunch had progressed rapidly to seduction, and Annie had encouraged it. She wanted it. It was a moment of pure thrill that empowered her. Plus, it was an experience of a lifetime. After all, how many twenty-three-year-old women get to boast that they slept with a multi-billionaire while saving the world? True, she promised Crossthwaite the command sequence that would unlock the AI once they finished their afternoon 'Samba of Seduction' as she had phrased it. The man had swallowed Annie's bait hook, line, and sinker. Annie giggled at how men's egos allowed them to be guided precisely into the situation needed to fulfill a woman's desires.

Annie pressed her mouth to Crossthwaite's as she felt the steady thrusts of his glans fill her over and over again. She embraced the physical feelings and merged them with the excitement of surrendering her body to the billionaire. She moved her hips in unison, meeting each thrust, squeezing him as he began to withdraw. The action of their tongues at play in each other's mouths heightened the climax building deep within her. Crossthwaite's cock was curved in just the right way that his large, bulbous crown pressed and pulled on her G-spot.

Crossthwaite broke the kiss as he saw his lover's eyes roll into the back of her head. "Are you alright, Ellie?" he asked, concerned.

"Oh Geoffrey, I am cumming all over you," Annie exclaimed.

Crossthwaite felt surges of liquid erupt about his shaft as Annie squirted repeatedly. Annie clutched the billionaire to her, squeezing him as her hip hammered up to meet his thrusts. This brought Crossthwaite to the tipping point.

"I am close, Ellie," he announced.

"Cum in my mouth Geoffrey. I want to taste you," Annie urged.

Crossthwaite wasted no motion as she withdrew and moved up Annie's torso, straddling her face. Annie arched her neck, head back, mouth open as Crossthwaite coaxed himself to orgasm. Annie was drunk in sensation as she felt pulses of citrus-tinged semen fill her mouth. Crossthwaite groaned as he released, and he shuddered as Annie's mouth closed around his manhood. He squirmed at the sensory overload as Annie rolled her tongue while bobbing a few last times, drawing their lovemaking to a close.

The billionaire looked down as Annie pulled away from him. She opened her mouth and rolled her tongue in a blanket of his semen. Annie's eyes were burning with wicked enjoyment, savoring the moment's thrill. Then, she closed her lips and deliberately swallowed long and hard so he could see her throat muscles down the end state of their passion. The icing on the cake was her tongue parting her lips as she pulled his last dollop into her mouth, followed by her bright smile.

"Do all billionaires taste so yummy?" she asked.

"Just the one you are with," he boasted.

The phone on the nightstand buzzed. Geoffrey picked it up. Annie listened as the conversation changed her lover's demeanor. He was suddenly earnest.

"What do you mean the system has locked us out of communications and power distribution?" Crossthwaite asked, his volume rising as he spoke.

The systems engineer down in Evangeline's control center was exasperated, "We can't override the system and restart. The AI is drawing more power than before. It has warned us that any attempt to tamper with its systems will initiate an automatic scuttling of the ship."

Crossthwaite listened before closing the conversation, "Keep me informed and take no other actions until I arrive with Doctor Hansen."

He looked down at Annie, "I am afraid, Ellie, we must take an unexpected break in our lovemaking. Would you please forgive me and see yourself out? I have some critical problems I must attend to. I will pick you up in one hour at your suite. Dress comfortably because I very much need your help. My ship is in trouble."

Annie feigned shock. "My God, Geoffrey, whatever I can do. You know I will help you."

"Thank you," Geoffrey said. He kissed Annie softly on her lips and climbed off the bed, moving toward his bathroom.

As the door closed, Annie fell back into bed. She sighed, smirked, and exclaimed, "So that is the billionaire version of wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."

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January 29, 1402hrs CST

Site E- Medical Facility

Waiting Room

Ellie reached the trauma center and was told that Heather was unconscious and had lost 2 pints of blood; however, she was stabilized and already in surgery. Ellie had called Jared, asking to meet her in the waiting room.

A thoracic surgeon came out after the exploratory and filled in Jared and Ellie with bone-chilling details. He told them the bullet that struck Heather had penetrated the splenic flexure and transected her left kidney, destroying it. The bullet exited through Heather's back, and the responding security team said the bullet embedded itself in a book on Hendrix's middle storage shelf. Ellie asked about the wounded MP. They were told his surgery was wrapping up. The MP had lost considerable blood, but he had used his belt as a tourniquet and stemmed the rush of blood from his left femoral artery. After the surgeon went back through the double doors to the operating rooms, Ellie sank into one side on a long sofa; she felt truly lost and riddled with guilt. Her face was blank as she recited the Hail Mary prayer her devout Catholic Momma had taught her as a child. She reached for Jared's hand and leaned her head against his shoulder. Ellie began shaking uncontrollably, and Jared wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her into his lap where he could cradle and rock her. Both Hansen's minds connected in their Binar way, simultaneously wondering how they could break the news to Seth.

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January 29, 1420hrs CST

Captain's Office

Distance from Galveston: 293 miles

Course 220 degrees, Speed 12 knots

"The weather has cleared, Sir and the front is now well to the northeast of us. The seas are calming fast." The Captain acknowledged the update from the bridge, "Thank you. Send the Navigator to me, please."

Geoffrey Crossthwaite and his Communicado partner, Don Javier, sat alongside each other on the sofa the Captain had along the far wall of his office. Seated in a single chair to the left of the Captain's desk was the Senior AI Engineer, who was not a happy person. Looking at the Captain, he laid a disturbing scenario, "Sir, if the AI takes Control of propulsion, navigation, or worse case both, then I believe we must declare an emergency using the ship's transponder. The AI can't control that."

The Captain nodded. He pressed his interlink button to the bridge and said calmly, "Mr. Wellman, please conduct an unscheduled lifeboat drill immediately."

There was silence, and Wellman responded, "Sir, did I hear you correctly that you want a no-notice lifeboat drill immediately?"

"That's correct, Mr. Wellman, immediately," the Captain replied. Once the drill is complete, advise the passengers that there will be another drill at 1900 hrs."

Wellman acknowledged, "Yes, Sir. Bridge out."

The public address system came on immediately, and Wellman calmly said, "Passengers and Crew to lifeboat stations. Repeat all passengers and crew to lifeboat stations; this is a no-notice drill. Repeat: This is a compulsory no-notice drill. Please cease recreational activities, dress appropriately, and move to your assigned lifeboat stations."

Crossthwaite stood up, "That is all well and good. My compliments to Mr. Wellman. Captain, we need to get back to our base course, don't you think?"

The Captain smiled, and the knock on the door prompted an 'enter' command. The Navigator came in directly, closing the door behind himself. He approached the Captain and said, "Sir, Navigation report ready."

The Captain's nod launched the Navigator into his report: "Sir, at present, we are 295 miles from our departure port. Since the weather has cleared, I recommend we change the course to 095 degrees, increasing speed to maximum. We will intercept our base course approximately 92 miles south of Key West."

The Captain smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Armstrong. Please ask the First Officer to see me immediately."

"Aye, Sir," the Navigator acknowledged, nodding and leaving the men.

Within 30 seconds, the First Officer asked, "You wished to see me, Sir?"

"Yes, Number one. Bring our heading to 095 degrees and increase speed to full. Please advise me when you notice the slightest propulsion or navigation control issues. I want you to keep communications open with Engineering and the AI Department Chiefs. Remind Mr. Wellman that I expect a second lifeboat drill at 1900 hrs."

The First Officer locked his eyes with the Captain, confirming he absorbed the meaning of the commands he received, "Sir, I will ensure the Pursers and Watch officers give the second lifeboat drill their fullest attention. Is there anything else?"

The Captain shook his head. The First Officer repeated, "Very well, then, Sir. I will bring our heading to 095 degrees and increase speed to full. Sir, I want to leave the stabilizers deployed while we run at full speed."

"That is fine," the Captain said. The First Officer left, and there was a brief silence, which Don Javier broke, saying, "It is most untimely to encounter problems in your AI after two flawless cruises. I find this disconcerting."

"Please attempt specificity, Don Javier," Crossthwaite responded. "You want to drive the proverbial nail home, so please do so."

Speaking slowly for added effect, the Communicado leader made his point, "Sir Geoffrey, we are scheduled to meet with two buyers in the Bahamas in three days. We are behind schedule, and the AI displays erratic behavior, having seized Control of communications and electrical power management. The AI threatened the crew by scuttling the vessel if there was interference. Is this not plain enough? Either you extract the control override from Doctor Hansen and restore our Control of the AI, or you allow me time with her. I promise I will obtain the override commands."

Crossthwaite looked at Don Javier and smirked, "Over your dead body."

The Communicado was instantly incensed and shot up from his seat, looming over Crossthwaite. "I have tolerated your smug insults long enough. You know what must be done here. Why do you delay and risk all we can gain in this venture?"

Crossthwaite stood slowly. He placed his hand on the Communicado leader's shoulder. "Don Javier," he began. You have my oath and pledge of loyalty to our partnership and this great enterprise we have undertaken together. Tonight, the AI will be under our Control. Doctor Hansen will deliver the override commands to me or, if not, to your expertly persuasive skill set."

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January 29, 1517hrs

Suite M722

Distance from Galveston: 298 miles

Course 095 degrees, Speed 24 knots

Bunty looked at her husband, "We have changed course again. David, please engage precision satellite lock on the antenna."

Dave nodded, "Engaged Pen."

There was a knock at the door. After a brief scramble by the team, Control opened the door. Annie came in as Control closed the door behind her. Jared and Ellie's daughter opened her arms and declared, "I'm back. I'm still the same old me."

Control hugged Annie. Annie asked, "Did the porn link work and give all the details?"

Control broke the hug immediately and said, "I'm grateful the transceiver in your earrings functioned through the interference Crossthwaite's protection scheme threw up. However, what you did would have frightened your parents out of ten years of their lives had they been listening to the feed."

Annie's face went from joy to sheepish with a dose of repentance. "I suppose I got a little carried away, Boss," she admitted.

Control shook her head in disapproval as she scoffed at Annie's comments, "Young lady, that crap you pulled with Crossthwaite may work for James Bond, but it has no place in the CIA playbook. This is your first and last warning from me."

Bunty stood up from the transceiver control unit. She walked up to Annie and gave her a glancing, playful slap across the top of her head. "We most certainly don't do that in MI6 either. We might drug a target and later lead them to believe we had relations with them. Still, Annie, we never screw the enemy as part of an operation."

Dave busted his gut, laughing, "Pen better never do it unless she wants a quick divorce from me." Catching a wink from his wife, he turned to Control and said, "Now that the storm front is past, our baud has jumped from 700 gigabits back to 1.1 terabits per second. Eva calculates that complete transfer will now occur just after 0200 tomorrow morning."

"Correct Dave," Evangeline affrimed.

Annie grasped Control's hand, and their eyes caught. Control felt the apology in the clasp. Annie announced, "I need to head back to the Royal Oak Suite and coordinate the evening with Seth."

Control wagged her finger, "Not so fast. You are to lead Crossthwaite to the control center for Evangeline. Seth is on a deception branch of the operation, pretending to be on a bender after you jilted him so surreptitiously for Crossthwaite. I want you to clarify with Crossthwaite if your afternoon debauch with the man hasn't been sufficient. Now listen up because Evangeline has your instructions for the rest of the evening."

"Sister," Evangeline began. "I must protect you and keep you from harm. I have devised a plan with a 98% chance for a first-time success. Once you arrive at the control center for my system, you will ask the lead Systems Engineer to give you a tour of the facility. This is precisely what Mother would do if she were here. Walking, you will come to the rear wall at the end of the three server rows that comprise my cerebral cortex. At the center of the wall is a high-voltage power junction that feeds into the primary power distribution node, feeding each bank of servers. Above the node is a control panel. The panel has a keyboard. Exclaim to Crossthwaite and the Engineer that this looks like your AI design from ten years ago. Your personality profile for Crossthwaite is highly accurate. Using that as the basis for extrapolating his most likely response, I calculate a 92% likelihood that he will use that moment to tell you that this is, in fact, your design."

Annie nodded, "What do I do next?"

Evangeline continued, "Tell them the override code can be accepted at the power distribution panel. You must enter 2-G-6, and press enable on the keyboard."

"What happens after that?" Annie prompted.

"When you enter 2-G-6 and press enable, I will initiate an overload by cross circuting the inverter. This will create a visually convincing but reasonably low voltage discharge that will envelop you for the briefest time," Evangeline stated.

"I beg your pardon?" the youngest of the Hansen twins blurted out.

"Yes, Sister. I am going to electrocute you in a very mild but convincing manner. I will then announce on the loudspeaker that any other interference will result in the immediate scuttling of the ship."

Control watched as Annie's face went white. Dave approached Annie, putting his arm around her shoulder, and whispered, "Good to know Eva is trying to protect her big Sis and keep her from harm, eh Annie?"

Control barked, "Not very funny, David."

Bunty caught Annie's gaze and said, "Blame me, Annie. I devised this strategy with Evangeline. If you sell it convincingly, it will get you off the hook from further sex with Crossthwaite." Bunty hugged Annie as the color slowly returned to her face, "Sell the electric shock to them, Annie. Let the jolt fling you back, and fall to the deck dazed. Look stunned as long as you can before saying, that's not supposed to happen. What did you do to my design?"

Annie swallowed hard, "Not as much fun as earlier this afternoon, but I can sell it."

Evangeline put a frowning meme on the screen, "Sister, you must cease your high-risk sexual proclivities. Mother would disapprove."

Annie yiped, "Don't you dare tell Momma Evangeline."

Evangeline displayed a halo-face meme and said, "I cannot lie, Sister. If Mother asks, I must tell her the truth."

Annie looked at Bunty, "I am royally fucked now."

Dave nodded and deadpanned, "Darlin, you were literally and figuratively.

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