Tales of the eKids: E-man
Part 20
The Attorney General of the United States thought that
first he’d try the easy way. He had his
secretary place a call to (where was it?), Statesboro, Georgia. He thought, ‘we won Georgia pretty
easily. Maybe they’ll do what I tell
them to do without too many questions.’
His phone buzzed and he picked it up. “Whom am I speaking to?”
“This is Chief McArthur of the Statesboro Police
Department.”
“Chief, Bill Ashton here.
The President asked that I give you a call. There’s a bit of a problem in your neck of
the woods and we thought you would be the man to help us clean it up.”
“Well, Mr. Attorney General, is there something going on
down here that I don’t know about?
Everything is pretty quiet, far as I can tell.”
“Yes, well, it’s these individuals that call themselves
‘New Man’. After a thorough
investigation it has been determined that they are not human beings and in fact
may be a serious subversive threat to the United States of America. We have decided that in their own best
interests we should place them in protective custody. Then we can safely determine exactly how
extensive a threat they are to society.”
There was a pause at the other end of the line. Finally he heard, “Are you asking me to
arrest the entire population of New Man University? Do you know how many kids
they have there? It’s something like a
couple thousand, maybe more. My lockup
handles eight perps at most. Where the
hell do you want me to put them?”
The A.G. realized no one had thought of this particular
contingency. Hell, no one had thought of
any particular contingency. He was
flying by the seat of his pants on this crazy whim of the Vice President’s.
“Well, Chief, how about you just place the campus under
martial law. Put a few officers at the
entrances and don’t allow anyone in or out.
Then I’ll organize things at my end and we’ll handle it from there on
out.”
There was another pause at the other end of the line, and
the A.G. imagined that this particular chief of police must think him to be one
crazy motherfucker.
“Ahem. Uh, Mr.
Attorney General, do you have federal warrants to arrest these kids?”
“Well, not exactly.
Since they aren’t human, it’s been decided that those formalities are
unnecessary. We just want you to place
them in custody. We’ll take it from
there.”
The A.G. heard the Chief snort at the other end of the
line.
“Well, Mr. Attorney General”, (the A.G. imagined he heard
contempt in the voice of this small town cop). “To be perfectly frank, they are about the
best citizens we have around here. That
campus has been there for almost ten years and we haven’t had a single
complaint from anyone. The only time me
or any of my officers has been there was for events we were invited to. And now you’re telling me that some bean
counter in
The A.G. was getting angry. Why can’t this dumb-ass local cop just do as
he is told?
“Chief, if you can’t handle legitimate requests from the
President of the United States of America, I guess I’ll have to find a
patriotic officer who can. I’ll give this assignment to the County
Sheriff.”
“Mr. Attorney General, you won’t find a cop in Georgia who
will carry out this nutty assignment.
Did you know that New Man Incorporated has paid for the schooling of
tens of thousands of the kids of Georgia cops?
“Hell, they sent two of my own kids through the University of Georgia. I happen to know that the Sheriff of Buford
County has a kid in college right now, Wake Forest I think it is. And New Man Inc. has given him a free ride.
“You go calling him to arrest those little kids and he’ll
tell you to stick the phone up your ass.
No offense intended, sir.”
With that, the Chief of Police of Statesboro, Georgia hung
up on the Attorney General of the United States of America. It never failed to amaze him the bullshit
those rear-echelon motherfuckers in Washington could come up with. He decided to place a call to Drew Adkins.
Part 21
“Hi, Daddy!” Emma Adkins was always pleased to speak to her father. She loved him madly.
“Emmy,
it’s shit hitting fan time. I just got a
call from the Chief of Police. The feds
are going to be after us as soon as they can find someone willing to do
it. My guess is they’ll call out the
National Guard. What defenses do you
have in place?”
“Daddy,
we’re ready for them. Our first line of
defense is the old ‘hide in plain sight’ thing we thought up. I’m pretty sure that will hold them for a
while.”
When
New Man University was in its planning stages, Andrew Adkins had engaged an
architectural firm to design a modern campus with an antebellum feel about
it. The buildings were well under way
before Andrew found that his brilliant little boys had a better idea – build
the whole thing underground. Emma (all
of seven years old at the time) had convinced him to finish the buildings that
had been started and then build the boys’ design about a half mile down the
road.
Any
maps that showed the location of New Man University retained the old
coordinates. Any global positioning
system would lead a visitor to the middle of the original quad. Since the only local signs pointing to New
Man University were virtual signs, they were turned off at Emma’s command.
A
machine kept for just this purpose in the maintenance shed of the real New Man
U. immediately was employed to sod the road leading into the university. A hydraulic mechanism lifted the road where
it entered the college, and a final piece swung into place joining the roadway
with the surrounding countryside.
In
minutes what had been a well-defined road leading down into the bowels of New
Man University became just another country field.
The
original campus was now used for community functions. It opened its doors to a church or two that
was currently without a building. In the
summer, Andrew and his lawyer buddy Jake Randolph ran a tennis camp there. So the buildings looked lived in. They also looked empty.
A day
later, when a Georgia National Guard unit appeared at the group of buildings
the map told them was New Man University, not a soul was in sight. The young lieutenant in charge considered his
options.
He
turned to his sergeant.
“Well,
Sarge, there doesn’t appear to be anyone here to arrest. Got any suggestions?”
“What
do they think we are, the FB fuckin’ I?
If they aren’t here, how can we find ‘em?
“Good
plan, Sergeant. Pack ‘em up and move ‘em
out. We can pick up some Mickey D’s on
the way back to the armory.”
Part
22
Elle and Emma Adkins were
meeting in Emma’s office. Elle and Eamon
Turner had recently returned from Eamon’s home in Florida.
“How did it go down there? What did you think of his family?”
Elle shrugged. “They were about what we expected. A lot of gorgeous smart
women. Some strong handsome
men. Everyone rich. His grandmother is very impressive. She’s beautiful and seems to be in charge of
the family business, kind of like our Mommas.
And of course, Jake Turner is all man.
And he seemed to like me. Oh, and
so did his sister. I didn’t need to be a
mind reader to know she wanted to throw me on the ground and ravish me.
“Come to think of it, I’d say
most of the men and the majority of the women there would have welcomed me into
their beds. I’m not ready for such a
complicated existence nor will I ever be.
I’m just a little country girl from Georgia. I’m a one-man girl. I’m also a no-girl girl, if you know what I
mean.”
Emma laughed. “Edie and Eddie insist that we don’t know
what we are missing.”
“Don’t start with me, Emma! Boy on girl was good enough for our parents
and it’s good enough for us. Those two
girls have convinced themselves that they are masturbating when they do each
other. I don’t know how you feel, but
that sure sounds like a bit of a stretch to me.”
Emma had a warm smile on her face. “You’re right. What E-man does to me is plenty. After eighteen years of listening to Donnie
and Dee Dee’s blood-curdling screams, I wanted to do some screaming
myself. You’ve gotta admit, Elle, that
those two must be obsessed with sex.
Every day, week in, week out, year in, year out. Aren’t you just a bit interested in what
Daddy does to those two to make them so darned enthusiastic?”
Elle turned a little red. “If Daddy offered to explain it to me, if you
know what I mean, I certainly would be willing to find out.”
Emma squeaked. “Oh, me too.
Me too. I’ve wanted Daddy
forever. I think I’ve propositioned him
about three hundred times. But he has
these Homo sapien scruples about
father-daughter sex. I think it’s very
mean-spirited and old fashioned.”
A bell sounded on Emma’s
desktop. She touched a key and Eamon
Turner’s countenance appeared on her monitor.
“Oh, God, it’s Eamon! Thank goodness.
“Now look, Elle. You’ve had him to yourself for several days
now. The least you can do is share”,
said Emma as she pressed the key to open her doors.
Eamon popped his head in, then
smiled when he saw the sisters sitting at Emma’s desk.
“Morning, ladies. How y’all doing?”
Two radiant smiles lit up two
beautiful faces. Two sets of eyes shined
in unison. Two musical voices said,
“We’re better now that you’re here.”
Eamon’s heart almost
stopped. He had never been happier than
when he was with just one of these magnificent creatures. Being with two doubled his exposure and his
joy. His strong young face broke into a
goofy grin.
“What have you been talking
about, anyway?”
The girls laughed. Emma said, “We’ve been talking about how much
we wanted our Daddy to make love to us.”
Elle smiled at Eamon’s
look. “Don’t looked so shocked. Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be
like to be with your mother? Remember I
was with your family the other day. They
were putting out sexual vibrations all over the place. I’m an empath, remember? The sexual dynamic in your family is off of
the charts.”
Eamon said, “So your family does
that sort of thing too?” He couldn’t help thinking about Elle and Emma’s
beautiful and sexy mothers.
Both girls shook their heads in
unison. “In our dreams”, said Emma. “Our Daddy is a straitlaced old-fashioned
guy. And his feelings about us are very
ambivalent. He knows we are smarter than
he is; so he has let us make our own decisions about almost everything our entire
lives, just with a little guidance when he thinks we might be going too far.
“But in his heart-of-hearts, so
deep he would never admit it, we are his little porcelain princesses. Sure, there is a sexual component in every
father-daughter relationship. And we
don’t want to brag, E-man, but a guy would have to be dead not to want at least
a taste of Elle and me, am I right?”
Eamon could only nod.
Elle took over. “But our Daddy gets the willies whenever we
approach him about sex with us. It
violates that feeling he has deep down that he is our protector, our knight in
shining armor. And he is, Eamon. He is.”
Emma put her arms around Eamon’s
neck, looking up directly into his eyes.
“Eamon, we live with the sexiest man alive, as has been acknowledged by People Magazine for years. We had no alternative fallback position so of
course we fantasized about Daddy, sexually.
But then you came along. Sweetie,
as far as we are concerned, you are
the sexiest man alive. From now on, no
other man will ever be good enough.”
She pulled his head down and
gave him a soft, sweet, romantic kiss.
When their lips finally parted, Elle nudged Emma away and took her
place.
“Me, too, Eamon. Emma’s right.
After you, no other man will do for us.”
She kissed Eamon in the same
romantic manner. But slowly the kiss
changed from romantic to passionate.
Elle’s soft body was glued to Eamon.
She recognized Eamon’s reaction instantly. She felt it in her empathic mind. She also felt it pressing against her belly.
Emma and Elle looked at each
other. Unspoken thoughts raced between
the two. They stood as one. Each raised a hand to Eamon, who in turn
enveloped one small hand in each of his large ones.
As one they said, “Follow us,
Eamon. We need to talk to you.”
The back wall of Emma’s office
changed slightly and a door appeared.
Eamon knew from experience where that door led and strolled toward it
gladly, his breath quickening from the touch of his lovely girlfriends and with
the knowledge of where they were going.
The two girls were walking
slightly in front of Eamon, and suddenly clothes started dropping on to the
floor. They released his hand so they
could take off their blouses. Their
silky smooth backs were revealed to him.
No bras were evident and he noted that neither girl sported tan
lines.
The girls stopped again and
quickly two sets of shorts dropped to the floor. The two most beautiful asses in the world
were on display for him. They continued
walking into Emma’s bedroom. Eamon
followed, mesmerized by two perfectly round and firm butts, bouncing enticingly
with every step. Oh how he longed to
plant his lips on those perfect orbs.
Emma and Elle got to the large
bed and turned towards Eamon. He had
seen them both naked before. Still he
was mesmerized by their beauty. The
tiny, perfect bodies with the small pert breasts; the beautiful faces with the flashing eyes;
the soft blonde hair; the intelligence
in the eyes, the laughter in those wonderful, sensuous lips. Eamon couldn’t believe it was all his for the
taking.
Although he had only known them
for a few days, he was already madly in love with both of them. He just couldn’t figure out what he had done
to deserve them. What the hell did they
see in him?
Emmy and Elle crawled onto the
bed and turned. Each had one leg bent
under, their perfect asses resting on a foot, while the other leg was
extended.
Each raised one hand towards
Eamon. Their sweet smiles and lovely
tear-shaped eyes made them look like wood nymphs.
Elle said, “Eamon aren’t you
warm with all of those clothes on?”
Eamon started toward the bed, clothing
flying everywhere as he stripped. He was
already hard and ready; a fact noted by both girls. Two sets of eyes converged on Eamon’s
dick.
Emmy motioned with her shoulders
and her eyes and Eamon joined the two beauties in bed. Each girl took a side of Eamon. Both gave him slow loving kisses, one on each
cheek. Both put a tiny hand on Eamon’s
chest and rubbed the sparse hair there.
Eamon suddenly felt two hands on
his dick. It stiffened perceptibly from
the soft machinations of Emma’s left hand and Elle’s right hand.
Emma looked Eamon in the
eyes. “You must be tired, sweetie. Why don’t you lay down?” She and Elle applied gentle but firm pressure
on Eamon’s chest until he laid down upon the bed. Eamon found himself on his back with his
engorged dick pointing skyward. Still
two hands from two different individuals continued their caresses.
Two sets of lips came closer and
he felt warm breaths on each ear. In his
left ear one whispered, “E-man could you do us a special favor?”
In his right ear the other
whispered, “Have you ever done two girls at once?”
Eamon wrapped an arm around each
girl. He said, “
They lay quietly for a few
minutes. Eamon had an arm around both
girls, each of his hands massaging a soft but firm breast. The girls were rubbing
against him They
had found time for sex, but very little time for romance. Snuggling closely together, the three young
people felt the empathic closeness that New Men had inherited from the
Institute for the Advancement of Mankind twins.
Eamon felt like he was in
between two amorous kittens. He felt
four hands roaming his body while two mouths kissed and sucked their ways down
his face on onto his chest. He only had
two hands to work with, but those hands vigorously explored the two wondrous
sets of tits within his easy reach.
Emmy said, “It’s been days since
I’ve been with you, Eamon. Elle and I
agreed that I get first dibs.”
She softly grabbed Eamon’s dick
and swung herself up onto his legs. She
eased herself forward, then backward, rubbing his dick along the lips of her
slit. As the head of Eamon’s dick slid
along her little clit, Emmy’s eyes closed and her face contorted in a sensuous
mask of lust.
Still holding Eamon’s dick, she
allowed its head to insinuate itself between her nether lips. She began humping herself upon the head,
moving only an inch or two at a time.
She seemed to be oblivious to Eamon’s and Elle’s presence, as her entire
concentration was on the interplay between Eamon’s dick head and her pussy
lips.
Her rubbing became quicker, more
intense. Her head began to swing back
and forth. She seemed to be bringing
herself closer and closer to a peak of lust.
Suddenly she plunged onto Eamon’s dick, her entire weight forcing his
engorged penis deep within her pussy.
Emmy’s head flew back as she
screamed in orgasm, her tiny body shuddering its release, her toes curled, her pussy clenching and unclenching itself around Eamon’s
dick.
Finally Emma took a deep breath
and relaxed. Her eyes flew open and she
saw Eamon and Elle starring at her intently.
“Oh my
God! I got a little carried away
there, didn’t I? I just don’t know what
got into me.”
Elle replied, “If you don’t know
what got into you, then Eamon has a problem.
Geez, Emmy, at least Edie and Eddie use each other to masturbate. You use Eamon. Well, Eamon, how does it feel to be a sex
toy?”
Eamon gave her a satisfied
smile. “Fucking
awesome!”
“Well you climb off of there,
Emmy. Poor Eamon didn’t come close
before you climaxed all over him. Aren’t
you even a little bit ashamed?”
Emma leaned over and gave Eamon
a long, sensuous kiss. She smiled lazily
and said, “Foreplay. That was just very
excellent foreplay, wasn’t it E-man? But
if you feel you need to climb on, Elle, don’t let me stop you. I think I can find someplace else to sit.”
Emma moved off her lover as Elle
climbed on.
“Oh damn, E-man. You feel so good inside of me!” She began to ride Eamon’s dick. She leaned forward as several inches of dick
appeared between their bodies, only to be swallowed again by her tight little
pussy. As she slid down Eamon’s pole she
wiggled her ass to create extra stimulation of her clit.
What started as a lazy bout of
lovemaking began to accelerate as Elle became crazed. Emma’s hands took hold of Eamon’s head and
her lips found his. Their tongues
sparred with each other’s as their faces ground softly, sensuously
together.
Suddenly Emma replace
one set of lips with another. She moved
her body up Eamon’s face, dragging her soft round breasts over his mouth. She allowed him access to her nipple as he
licked and sucked that erect little nub.
Then she slid her stomach across Eamon’s mouth. She raised herself up and threw one knee over
his head. Eamon looked into the soft wet confines of
Emmy’s pussy as it slowly lowered itself onto his face.
Emma halted her descent just a
half inch above Eamon’s lips. She
shivered as she felt his facile tongue slide along her lips.
“Oh,
yeah, Eamon. Please,
baby. I promise I’ll pay you back. I’ll pay you back every day of your
life. I promise. But do me now. Please Eamon.
Do me?”
Eamon’s face plunged against
Emmy’s pussy. His lips captured one of
hers and sucked. He put his hands on
Emma’s waist and began to lift her slightly, moving her back and forth over his
mouth. He wanted access to all of the
good parts. His long tongue slipped between her nether lips and he began to
lick her nectar.
Elle continued to ravage Eamon’s
dick. Both she and Emmy had their eyes
closed but in a ballet of empathic coordination both sets of eyes opened
simultaneously and they found themselves looking at each other in the passion
of their own sensual lovemaking.
“Goodness, Emma,
that is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen!” Her sister was impaled on Eamon’s tongue as
she rubbed her pussy against his mouth.
Emma couldn’t help watching the
movement of her sister’s pussy as she rode Eamon’s dick: up, slowly up; quickly plunge
down; and when their pubic hairs were intertwined, slowly grind their sexes
together. Then repeat the motion.
Emma said, “This is sexy? You should watch what you are doing. Eamon, honey, if you can hear me I swear you
are going to get a double blow-job for doing this for us.”
Even with Emma’s legs pressed
tightly around his ears Eamon heard her promise. He smiled.
The girls thought they were the ones getting all of the pleasure out of
this. Eamon had never been more excited
in his life. Sucking
on Emma’s sweet pussy while having his dick deep into Elle had Eamon in sexual
heaven. He didn’t know how much
longer he could endure such extreme stimulation. His nerve endings were firing on all
cylinders. He had that feeling in his
dick: that feeling that he wouldn’t be
able to hold out much longer.
Emma and Elle looked deeply into
each other’s eyes. Emma’s hand reached
out and touched Elle’s cheek. It was
like they had completed an electrical circuit between each other. Both girls gasped. Their eyes opened wide, then
suddenly slammed shut, their faces in a grimace of sexual completion. Both girls were groaning as they rubbed their
pussies on Eamon.
Eamon had all he could
take. He erupted into Elle in a torrent
of release. She felt his pulsations and
her own climax became even more intense.
Emma and Elle leaned forward and embraced in each other’s arms, small
aftershocks of orgasmic release continuing to affect both of them.
With all of their remaining
strength, Elle and Emma extricated themselves from atop Eamon, then slid into his arms, both heads resting on his
chest.
Elle whispered almost to
herself, “Death by fucking.”
Part
23
The wintry calm of the fjord was
suddenly broken by what sounded like a thousand trees cracking into
kindling. But there were no trees. On and on the sound increased until it was the
roar of a million waterfalls. In a
majestic surge, the ice that had been blocking the fjord for millennia
collapsed upon itself and forged its way toward the sea, followed by dozens of
cubic miles of previously trapped fresh water.
A back-surge into side fjords weakened the ice dams there. They in turn collapsed, only adding to the
mass of liberated fresh water.
Ice and water alike rushed into
the North Atlantic in a vast flood, mixing with the seawater that had already
been seriously desalinated by years of heavy rainfall and melting glacial
ice.
Several monitors in New Man
University’s science labs caught the spectacle.
Certain low altitude weather satellites had been programmed to watch
this very fjord 24/7 and thus
glimpsed the final straw that broke the camel’s back in the cycle
of global warming.
Edie Adkins called her parents
and her siblings immediately to alert them.
They watched fascinated as their virtual monitors replayed the beginning
of the end of mankind’s comfort zone.
“Our forecasts were extremely
accurate. When someone said it might be
ten years till this would happen I was insulted.”
The family was linked into a
conference call via their internal network.
Emma assuaged her sister.
“Edie, we were only giving
best-case and worst-case scenarios when
we said ten years at the maximum.
We knew that ten days was going to be far more likely. No offense intended, Sis, but we had to cover
our asses.”
Deirdre Adkins put in her two
cents. “Girls, do we have a plan to disseminate this information? Remember, the government already has reason
to hate us.”
Elle was first to respond. Ever since she had become close to Eamon
Turner, Elle had become more assertive.
“Fuck the government! We’ve got to get these pictures out
immediately before the screwballs in Washington run it through the spin cycle.”
Deirdre look shocked. “Goodness, Elle, I don’ t think I’ve ever
heard you swear before. Well, except
when you were a little girl quoting your father.”
Andrew Adkins threw in, “Yeah,
this Eamon kid must be doing you some good.”
Elle smiled. “Very funny,
Daddy. But why don’t we have Helen
Randolph issue a news release along with a tape of the glacier collapsing? Everyone in the world should see this before
the US government tries to explain what it thinks it means.”
Edie said, “I’ll call
Helen. Eddie and I will get together with her. Maybe we can have this thing released by this
afternoon. But you all know what this
means, don’t you? When this gets out the
government will have to know that New Man University is still in operation.”
Emma said, “We’ll have to take
that chance, Edie. I don’t want to
underestimate the opposition, but they sure seem like they are about two beers
short of a six-pack. Maybe they won’t be
able to put two plus two together and make four. “
“There’s no reason to think that
the decision-makers in our fair government have a whole brain between
them. It’s a better than even chance
they won’t even think about us”, added Elle.
Andrew reasoned, “We don’t have
much of an option in any event. We’ve
got to write a news release right now.
Send a copy to CNN, BBC, that Arab terrorist news network, what’s its
name?”
“Aljazeera” came from the lips
of six women and two boys in unison.
“Yeah, them, too. And any other
news service we can think of. Except Fox
of course. Fuck them. Better yet,
wouldn’t it look great if we could get C-SPAN to show this? We could make it seem like an official US
government release, kind of. Then let
the administration explain why this event is meaningless. Emmy, I’ll let you arrange that.”
Elle said, “Daddy, you are so
devious. I’m beginning to understand
where Emma gets it.”
Andrew felt the need to
object. “I’m a piker in the deviousness
business. Emmy could out-devious me any
day of the week.”
“Thank you, Daddy. You’re so sweet”, Emma gushed.
Just then an icon flashed at the
bottom of Emma’s screen, alerting her that she had an incoming call from
Eamon. With a few keystrokes she invited
him into the conference. She said,
“E-man! We thought you would never wake
up. Say hello to everyone. We’re on a conference call with the whole
family.” She thought she better warn him
so he didn’t say anything too incriminating; not that it mattered.
Eamon flicked a key at his end
and the each person on the call was shown on his virtual monitor, each in a small
box kind of like the Brady Bunch, he thought.
“Hello folks. I didn’t mean to
interrupt you. I’ll call back later.”
Elle protested. “No wait, Eamon. You’ve got to see this. She directed the video of the collapsing
glacier to his address. When he saw what
it was, he expanded the view until it filled his entire field of vision. He was overwhelmed by the majesty of it all,
as the glacier and its previously captured deluge of water were swept to the sea.
“Oh, wow! That is so cool. Uh, in an ecological disaster kind of way.”
Emma asked, “Would your
grandfather be willing to issue this to the press? He can say he got it from private sources, or
make up something imaginative. At least
we can file off our fingerprints from this thing, if you know what I mean. This is the big one, Eamon. The beginning of the end. The grand finale. The…”
Andrew broke in. “Will you give it a rest, Emmy? At least you’re right about one thing. Coming from Jake Turner the news may hold
more weight than coming from you non-humans at New Man U. Would you give him a call, Eamon, and feel
him out? Ask him to do this only if he
trusts us, believes we know what we are talking about. Eddie and Edie will provide all the technical
support he needs. I’m sure he has scientific
contacts he can use to confirm our findings.”
Eamon felt like he was on the
spot. Jeez, he just was calling Emmy to
find out if she wanted to get laid. He
hadn’t been with her since yesterday and just the sight of her sexy little body
on his monitor was enough to… Enough of that, he thought. Respond to the man’s question you idiot.
“Uh, sure Sir. I’ll call my Granddaddy. I can’t speak for him, though. He’s the kind of guy who makes his own
decision.”
Eamon had redisplayed the video
feeds from each conference member onto his monitor.
Andrew nodded. “Okay, please give him a call. But make sure he understands the urgency of
the situation. If he can’t bring himself
to do this today, we’ll do it ourselves.
I would prefer to have at least one degree of separation between that
data and us but we’ve gotta do what we’ve gotta do. This conference is closed.”
Everyone laughed except for
Emma.
Part
24
Within a day the world was abuzz
with the news. All of the news channels
were following the collapse of the
Andrew Adkins got several requests for
interviews from various organizations, but begged off. He said that he was not a scientist and so
his opinion really carried no weight.
When they asked to talk to one of his daughters, he said they were not
available for comment. He had no idea
which caller might have the ear of the administration and so he refused to
admit that his daughters were anywhere near him.
A few nights later, the Adkins
family plus friends gathered in their den to watch an address by the President
of the
There were more people than
seats in the den that night. When
Deirdre and Donnie walked into the den carrying trays with glasses of iced tea,
they saw that there was no place for them to sit. Andrew was sitting in the recliner he
reserved for football games. It was
roomy and comfortable. He looked at his
wives and then gestured with his hands as if in supplication.
Donnie and Deirdre looked in
each others’ eyes and then glided towards their husband. To the casual observer, the movements of
Andrew’s wives always seemed smooth and serene.
When they reached their husband, each turned and slowly lowered herself
onto a knee, then slid backwards until they were both firmly ensconced on
Andrew’s lap. Each wrapped an arm around
Andrew’s neck and leaned her head against Andrew’s shoulder. Andrew’s arms each encircled a slender waist
but not before patting each beautiful woman on her bottom.
Almost instantly Andrew pulled
Dee Dee’s head up and they shared a tender loving kiss.
Their son Ethan complained,
“Dad, will you three get a room!? Geez,
it’s embarrassing to be around you. Don’t
you have any respect for the President?”
Helen and Jake Randolph were
sitting in the love seat and laughing.
Jake said, “Ethan, old son, your daddy’s never had any respect for this
president. Why would he start now?”
Helen said, “Don’t you think it’s
cute that your parents are still in love after all these years?”
Ethan was sixteen years old and
was generally embarrassed by everything his parents did.
As far as he was concerned, public displays of affection should be
limited to teenagers like himself. The thought of his parents having actual sex
gave him the willies.
Emma was seated by herself in
another large chair when Elle and Eamon entered the room. Emma quickly stood up and waved her sibling
and their boyfriend over. Eamon sat down
and Emmy and Elle imitated their mothers by sliding onto Eamon’s lap. Elle kissed Eamon on one cheek while Emma
kissed him on the other.
This time it was Andrew that
looked uncomfortable at this public display of affection.
Jake Randolph could never refrain
from pushing Andrew’s buttons. “Hey Drew, why don’t you introduce me to this here boy who’s making
out with your daughters.”
Helen jumped in. “Jake, honey, this is Eamon Turner. He is Elle and Emma’s new boyfriend. I told you about him. He’s the grandson of Jake Turner.”
Jake Randolph turned to
Eamon. “Boy, at least you have excellent
taste in women.” Emma and Elle’s eyes
both sparkled as they graced Jake with a brilliant smile. Jake could feel their power clear across the
room. He thought to himself, ‘That boy
has his hands full’.
The President had been
introduced and was beginning his address, leaving Eamon off of the hook.
The President always presented
himself well, with his patrician appearance and southern drawl. His ‘aw, shucks’ persona was belied by his being
a third generation politician and the scion of an old-money family. He had been sent to the best schools but had
no claims to intellectual vigor. Still
the American people never seemed to notice these minor inconsistencies.
The President was addressing the
recent glacier problem and global warming in general. “Now some people have been trying to put a
scare into the country, saying that this event might cause a new Ice Age. I’m here to tell you that scientists of all
political persuasions disagree with this.”
(Andrew puzzled over how the
political views of a scientist could have anything to do with his research
results.)
“I’ve talked to my Science
Advisor and he has told me that there is no proof about global warming. He tells me that global warming has been made
up by people on the
Emma called out, “Yeah and
gravity is a Communist plot!”
The President continued. “Well friends, that
just isn’t going to happen. I’m not
going to allow the scare tactics of a few ultra-
“Don’t be worried by these
reports you’ve been seeing on the TV.
Sometimes ice melts. That’s the
way God made the world.
Andrew Adkins shook his head in
wonder. He looked over to his daughter’s
boyfriend and said, “Eamon, my boy, there you see the result of a drunken
fuck.”