The Bridge -- Chapter Twelve -- Poor Holly - Part One
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This work will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, romance and affection. There is also Non-consensual sex, violence, some Dominance and submission, and a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.
This chapter, given its contents, is in the NonConsent/Reluctance category. This story has been in the Romance category, the Lesbian Sex and Interracial categories and will probably move around if it progresses. Which it will do if enough people like it. There is plenty of sex in this chapter. In time, there will be more orgasms, and some pretty violent sex.
Poor Holly - Part One
The week flew by and before we knew it Friday was here, and Holly didn't just have a date, she was taking a weekend away. Away from us. Away from me. With fucking Peace Dunbar. I was certainly losing her. The kids were more confused than sad. Aunt Lizzie heard that there would be a vacancy in my bed this weekend, and volunteered her services as a surrogate mom. I told her to leave it alone. That with our emergent security concerns, there are things that I must attend to both at home and outside the home. My real concern was how I could find a spot for Duane and I to get together and... ya know.
"Tend to your business, and along with Bertha, I'll tend to the kids. If I don't get much time with you, I'll be sad. But maybe you'll give me a midnight surprise one night. You'll never know if you don't let it happen. And just think how happy the kids will be to see Aunt Lizzie."
God Bless her. If she's not my best friend, I don't know who could be. I fear that friendship is to be tested very soon. Probably before the sun rises tomorrow morning, Lizzie will know the secret Duane, and I have vowed to keep to ourselves. Before Lizzie gets here, we will have discussed how in the loop Lizzie is to be. Deep inside, I am trying to prepare myself for our first fight. Imagine that. I gave Lizzie the thumbs up and swore her to secrecy about her coming for the weekend. It would be a great surprise. I would tell Bertha not to cook on Friday night. "Bring Chinese, Liz. From Chinatown."
The kids love Chinese, and whenever we go downtown, they want to go to Chinatown to eat. Just in downtown Philly alone, we have three Chinese restaurants that are rated among the top ten in the country. All in Chinatown. And we'd be ordering from two of them. So, after much discussion, I would call in the orders and pay for them over the phone. Lizzie would pick them up. The consolation to me is that she had to make three stops, all in Chinatown, all within three blocks. Kinda. We all have our favorites, and it would have been four if Holly was home. "Don't worry, Han. You know what I want. I always get that same thing that you always get, so just get a double order. Now call it all in and let me know the locations and times. I've had my car plugged in over at the Sofitel, and it's all charged up, so I'm going to go pack a bag. See ya soon."
The kids were in school, and it would be a few hours before I'd have to call that order into our favorite restaurants in Chinatown. Duane was on the property, and he was making the rounds. Bertha was fidgeting. She had nothing to do. The house was immaculate. Almost all the laundry was done, and she had nothing planned to cook for dinner.
"I don't understand. I can't remember the last time I had nothing to do."
I chuckled. "Well then, why don't you take the rest of the day off till the kids come home? Go work in your garden. Catch an afternoon delight with your boyfriend."
"Miss Hannah! I never."
"I don't know. From the smiles I've seen around here lately, I'd say you sure have."
She gave me a very coy look, and then she looked away. Obviously embarrassed.
"Bertha, I need you to contact Aggie to see if she can do an overnight here Saturday night. I have a mission I have to go on, which is important to the family business and I'm hoping the two of you can keep things under control till I get back, which I expect to be sometime Sunday morning."
"No problem with me. I was just planning to have Mac over. Do you mind if he joins us?"
"Not at all. I'm finding him to be a lovely man."
"Me too. I'll call my cousin this afternoon and see if she can be here. If not, we have three or four of the guys here all the time, it seems these days, so with their help I can handle those three little love bugs. And Mac will be here until after they are asleep."
"I'll bet he will."
"Now you mind your business, missy."
We both broke out in hysterics. Despite her protestations that she could handle it alone; she will be the happiest person in the house when Lizzie comes walking through the door with a full feast of Chinese food. Besides the fact that Chinese is one of Bertha's favorites, there's no cooking for her and the cleanup is easy. It's a win all around.
Dinner with Lizzie set up, I set my supercell for four hours with a reminder to order the Chinese food. Holly was nowhere to be found. Probably in the guest room she had claimed for her own primping and polishing. Making herself look like the whore that she has become. And I was on a mission to find Duane. I wanted to share with him what I found out last night and talk to him about Lizzie. And I wanted to call Rhee for a number of reasons. But I wanted Duane with me when I spoke to her. The three of us should be on the same page as we crank up our war machine. So, I went to the security room and Anthony was working. "Anthony. How are you, my friend?"
"Hi Miss T. Everything is looking good."
"Any idea where Duane is?"
He paused for a moment and started looking over the screens. In moments, he took his finger and pointed at one screen in particular. "There, he's on the path coming up from 'The Farm' with Bertha. Looks like he's carrying something."
"Probably produce, so she can get started preparing for a busy weekend with the kids. Holly will be gone all weekend and I have an overnight mission I have to do downtown. But I tell you in confidence."
"Ms. Todd, everything you tell me is in confidence. I understand the limitations posed by a need to know among people, members of this household and not."
"Thank you, Anthony. It's good to have you on our side."
"Thanks, ma'am."
I walked down the hall to the offices and looked around to see if anything appeared to be tampered with or out of order. Boy, was I getting paranoid. Why yes, I was. And with ample reason. And those reasons were piling up every day. I was jumping out of my skin.
Duane. I need to find Duane. So I went down the stairs and just as I hit the main floor, Duane and Bertha were coming through the kitchen door which led to 'The Farm.' She was hauling a small produce bag, and he was carrying a great big one, filled to the brim.
"Bertha. Why are you bringing all this produce up? I told you dinner was gonna be taken care of."
"I know, Hannah. Most of this stuff is for the pantry, but I want to make a couple of pies for this weekend."
"Damn it! Would you listen to me? Take the day off till the kids get home from school."
"But how about Holly?"
"Fuck Holly."
"Miss Hannah!"
"Miss Hannah, what? She has no power in this business, Bertha. I have demoted her to the bottom of the hierarchy. She has full reign over Celeste, as her mother. She has a certain budget she can work within, but she cannot work in any official capacity on my behalf. Understand?"
"Why, sure? And no."
"If you haven't noticed, Bertha, Holly and I have been having issues, marital problems and problems that reach beyond the scope of our marriage."
"It's pretty hard not to notice. Even the kids ask me about it. I tell them it's something adults sometimes go through."
"Sounds like you handled that perfectly. Needless to say, any requests Holly makes go through me. Don't feel shy about telling her you have to ask me about these things. After a little while, she'll get the message. And if she gives you any shit, you send her my way. If she wants to talk to me, tell her to call me on my supercell. She knows my number."
I looked over at Duane, and he looked more than a little uncomfortable. "Duane, come with me to the office. We have to evaluate that data we recently collected and I'm really gonna need your help. Bertha, before you take a few hours off, could you throw a couple of salads together for Duane and I and throw them in the fridge?"
"I'll do it. They'll be in the usual place."
"Thanks, Bertha. You are the very best. We're gonna be sitting on our asses, sifting through page after page of boring documents. It will be nice to have something light and delicious, like one of your salads."
Duane and I ascended the stairs and entered the office. "Lock it?"
"Oh yeah. And throw the dead bolt. What's gonna happen in here is not for anyone's eyes but yours and mine. And maybe Aurelia Spanner's." The first thing I did, even before fetching the drives from my desk, was turn on the technology in the video conference room, and once everything was whirring, I just sat back and waited. I had something very specific in mind.
Not a minute after the computers started humming, Duane entered the room. And my plan begins. I walked over to Duane and as I put my arms around him, kicked out my leg and the door slammed shut. No windows to the inside or out. I lifted my face up to meet his as we kissed gently. Then he wrapped his arms around me and drew me in more closely and he kissed me again, but with more passion. I totally melted into his arms. I could spend my life living in those arms. But all too quickly, I was snapped out of it when his big baritone rang out, "Eye on the ball, Hannah. We can't let our personal feelings impede accomplishing our mission."
"Oh yes, we can. In fact, I have a treat for you. At least I think it's a treat. You'll have to tell me. How would you like to spend Saturday night together? You and me. All night. Duane. How does that sound?"
"Beyond my greatest wishes, but too good to be true."
"It doesn't have to be. With all the mystery surrounding what we've been going through, a night where me and my Chief of Security need to go out and confront information that's important to our cause should not be out of the ordinary. Now indulge me. Kiss me some more and then we can get back to work."
Well, we definitely kissed some more. My mouth was sloppy wet. For fifteen minutes, we were all over each other. Then he brought it to a halt, and I plugged in the red drive and showed him what I had found last night. He was especially disturbed when I showed him the files of all the cops. He wasn't surprised, but it gave him pause.
