the surf on a boulder-strewn beach. In the one
photo of the two, they were scantily dressed in leather strap
outfits, Pam with a whip, JJ with a riding crop. Jake noted that the
bullet scar on Pam's shoulder was absent.
The king-size bed's
brown comforter had been replaced with a puffy red satin coverlet,
and the small refrigerator/freezer had been moved from the far corner
of the suite to the right side of the bed, with a small CD player on
top and speakers on each side of the bed. A red vase with several
huge feathers stood next to the left side.
A scent that Jake
couldn't identify, but which was a combination of jasmine, musk oil,
lavender and roses, with a tiny hint of vanilla, filled the room.
“ You like?”
JJ asked.
“ Marvelous,”
Jake said, slowly turning to take it all in. “Wow!”
“ Most of it was
JJ's idea,” Pam said as she stepped in front of Jake and
finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“ Amazing,”
Jake said.
“ Thank you,”
JJ said quietly, pulling Jake's shirt down over his arms and dropping
it on the floor, then nuzzling his back between the shoulder blades,
sliding her lips up to and around his neck and gently nibbling his
ear.
Pam knelt in front of
Jake, undid his belt, button and zipper, then slowly pulled his jeans
and underwear down around his ankles.
“ Well, it looks
like Stevie Bruce is ready for some playtime,” she said as she
stood up and let her gown slide to the floor. JJ moved around next
to Pam and did the same, then looked down and licked her lips.
“ Mmm,” she
murmured.
Jake stepped out of his
shoes and jeans, all the while looking them up and down as they
unsnapped their G-strings and tossed them aside.
“ Truly amazing,”
he mumbled.
JJ twirled around,
slowly and seductively, keeping her eyes on Jake's face, while Pam
gently took Jake's arm and guided him toward her as she backed up,
pulling him down next to and partially on her when her knees touched
the bed and she lay back on it.
JJ lay down next to
Jake, pressing her body against his side and partially on his back,
and said, “Oh, definitely a T-H-O.”
“ Ready, JJ?”
“ Ready, Pam.”
“ Jake?”
“ Ready as I'll
ever be,” he said.
- 28 -
November
13, 2012 6:56 a.m. local time
Bonita Beach, Florida
Gordy awoke refreshed
and ready to take on whatever the world might throw at him.
After his 30-minute
high-intensity workout, his pulse rate got up to 115, and as he
headed for the shower, he recited his morning set of eleven
self-reminders, starting with “There's no going back” and
“Respect the Grump,” ending with “Life intrudes.”
After his shower, he
went downstairs, took a sausage-and-cheese muffin from his
refrigerator, took the top part of the muffin off, broke the
remainder in half, wrapped one half of that back up and put it in a
sandwich bag. While the other half was nuking, he spread a thin
layer of peanut butter on the top part of the muffin, wrapped that up
and put it in the sandwich bag, which went into his beach cooler.
Then he slowly ate the heated part, along with a glass of orange
juice and a multivitamin, while checking the morning's news and his
email, finding nothing that couldn't wait till the evening.
He packed the rest of
his cooler, took it down to his car and got fully set up at the beach
by about 8:15. The early-morning sun caressed his back, making the
71-degree temp feel much warmer. A light easterly breeze rippled the
calm water of the Gulf under a bright blue sky, free of clouds.
He lit one of his small
cigars with his magnifying glass, then sent VRs (Vicarious Rays; had
he been religious, they might have been called prayers) to friends
and friends of friends around the world. If they had any real
effect, he had no idea, but it made him feel good.
He gave a few “good
mornings” to some of the people who came walking by and got
smiles, nods, waves or “good mornings” in return from
most of them.
When he finished
smoking, he put a tablespoon
photo of the two, they were scantily dressed in leather strap
outfits, Pam with a whip, JJ with a riding crop. Jake noted that the
bullet scar on Pam's shoulder was absent.
The king-size bed's
brown comforter had been replaced with a puffy red satin coverlet,
and the small refrigerator/freezer had been moved from the far corner
of the suite to the right side of the bed, with a small CD player on
top and speakers on each side of the bed. A red vase with several
huge feathers stood next to the left side.
A scent that Jake
couldn't identify, but which was a combination of jasmine, musk oil,
lavender and roses, with a tiny hint of vanilla, filled the room.
“ You like?”
JJ asked.
“ Marvelous,”
Jake said, slowly turning to take it all in. “Wow!”
“ Most of it was
JJ's idea,” Pam said as she stepped in front of Jake and
finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“ Amazing,”
Jake said.
“ Thank you,”
JJ said quietly, pulling Jake's shirt down over his arms and dropping
it on the floor, then nuzzling his back between the shoulder blades,
sliding her lips up to and around his neck and gently nibbling his
ear.
Pam knelt in front of
Jake, undid his belt, button and zipper, then slowly pulled his jeans
and underwear down around his ankles.
“ Well, it looks
like Stevie Bruce is ready for some playtime,” she said as she
stood up and let her gown slide to the floor. JJ moved around next
to Pam and did the same, then looked down and licked her lips.
“ Mmm,” she
murmured.
Jake stepped out of his
shoes and jeans, all the while looking them up and down as they
unsnapped their G-strings and tossed them aside.
“ Truly amazing,”
he mumbled.
JJ twirled around,
slowly and seductively, keeping her eyes on Jake's face, while Pam
gently took Jake's arm and guided him toward her as she backed up,
pulling him down next to and partially on her when her knees touched
the bed and she lay back on it.
JJ lay down next to
Jake, pressing her body against his side and partially on his back,
and said, “Oh, definitely a T-H-O.”
“ Ready, JJ?”
“ Ready, Pam.”
“ Jake?”
“ Ready as I'll
ever be,” he said.
- 28 -
November
13, 2012 6:56 a.m. local time
Bonita Beach, Florida
Gordy awoke refreshed
and ready to take on whatever the world might throw at him.
After his 30-minute
high-intensity workout, his pulse rate got up to 115, and as he
headed for the shower, he recited his morning set of eleven
self-reminders, starting with “There's no going back” and
“Respect the Grump,” ending with “Life intrudes.”
After his shower, he
went downstairs, took a sausage-and-cheese muffin from his
refrigerator, took the top part of the muffin off, broke the
remainder in half, wrapped one half of that back up and put it in a
sandwich bag. While the other half was nuking, he spread a thin
layer of peanut butter on the top part of the muffin, wrapped that up
and put it in the sandwich bag, which went into his beach cooler.
Then he slowly ate the heated part, along with a glass of orange
juice and a multivitamin, while checking the morning's news and his
email, finding nothing that couldn't wait till the evening.
He packed the rest of
his cooler, took it down to his car and got fully set up at the beach
by about 8:15. The early-morning sun caressed his back, making the
71-degree temp feel much warmer. A light easterly breeze rippled the
calm water of the Gulf under a bright blue sky, free of clouds.
He lit one of his small
cigars with his magnifying glass, then sent VRs (Vicarious Rays; had
he been religious, they might have been called prayers) to friends
and friends of friends around the world. If they had any real
effect, he had no idea, but it made him feel good.
He gave a few “good
mornings” to some of the people who came walking by and got
smiles, nods, waves or “good mornings” in return from
most of them.
When he finished
smoking, he put a tablespoon
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