With his ship flying over the ocean’s surface at maximum speed, the captain welcomed the cold salty air pelting his weathered face. Such a beautiful day. And, possibly, his last.
The vet coughed impatiently.
Wili’s current dilemma was they could not sedate the damn beasts forever. It’s not like they could hook up an IV to feed them nutrients while they slept. Sooner or later, their hunger would wake them up. Sure, he put cattle, pigs, and chicken with them so they didn’t eat his crew, but he preferred they stayed unconscious. He only needed another day to return to Pitcairn.
Except the dinosaurs may not wait that long.
Wili suddenly lowered his binoculars.
“There!” he shouted over the freezing wind. He turned around to beam at the vet, who clearly didn’t care. She was the same age as his daughter, but otherwise a different species of female. Probably all those fancy gringo schools. He liked looking at her, however. He couldn’t comprehend how someone could be so fucking sexy without being hot or beautiful. Maybe the bulky clothes were to blame. She just had one of those engaging smiles and delightful personalities that shined through even when she casually handled multi-ton monsters. She treated them like her children, but they sure as hell didn’t look at her like their mother. The granddaughter of the geneticist who hooked David a dozen years ago, she basically grew up with dinosaurs and bad-ass birds. She worked for the Jacksons for as long as he and yet until a few days ago he never knew she existed.
Not unlike the dinosaurs she raised.
The only thing that scared her were the health of her “kids”. Not space mountains, falling boulders, giant tsunamis, mad genetic experiments, or even an unknown disease that resembled a cross between bird-flu and swine flu. The vet called it dino-flu. Not very comforting. Not that she needed comforting. Lord knows he tried to comfort her. For a girl who spent a lot of time alone, she certainly didn’t seem lonely. He commanded a crew of twenty and was lonely all the time. No matter what whore slept in his cabin.
No, according to the other caretakers, the only sex she was interested in was with the theropods sisters. When they met, she told him she was trying to impregnate the dinosaurs, so he volunteered: “I’ve never fucked a dinosaur before. Tie one down and I won’t be a minute!” Wrong answer. Their relationship had not improved since.
“Look!,” he told her, passing the binoculars.
“I see a dot.”
“Your brother is on our sister ship, the Lorena. She’s carrying the herbivores.”
At least, those not left to die on Henderson, the largest of the five Pitcairn islands. The vet told him that David put the remaining sedated herbivores inside several amorphous hangers near the inland pond so they wouldn’t be displaced by large waves. They were finally making progress on creatures that resembled the bony-plated stegosaurus, neck-frilled protoceratops, armored ankylosaurs, the three horned triceratops, the rhino-like centrosaurus, and the head-butting pachycephalosaurus. And of course the huge sauropods.
“Captain!” The lovely vet looked pissed. She was used to being taken seriously. Well, she was in charge of raising T-fucking-rexes, so she should be used to being taken seriously. “One of the dinosaurs is missing.”
“What?” His sweet buzz died like a swatted fly. “But they’re chained to the bulkheads! We have manacles on their arms and legs. You said they can’t even stand up!”
“One of the eggs hatched. At least one hatched.”
“Are you sure?” which was a stupid question.
“Well, we found a lot of egg shells and an assistant cook has been partially eaten. In the kitchen. I’m assuming he was trying to boil the egg and the egg fought back.”
“Which one did it kill? The Guatemalan, the Costa Rican, or the Nicaraguan?”
She was a vet, not a detective. And from Chile.
“I’m guessing the dumb one.”
Wili raised his fists in rage. That fucking Guatemalan! Sometimes the cheapest workers are the most expensive employees.
“Please don’t tell me it’s not a fucking T-rex.”
“Oh, no. It’s probably a raptor. It’s hard to tell from the size, shape, and color of the egg shells since we had to put all the eggs together in the walk-in fridge. We used to have them carefully organized. It could be anything, really.”
“Maybe it’s a herbivore,” Wili hoped.
“Oh, no. My brother handles all of the herbivores. Ever since the accident. No, all the eggs I have are from predators.”
Meaning the few thousand eggs on his ship were all predators-to-be. For the first time, he supported abortion.
“It’s the size of a chicken. How bad can it be?”
The vet glared at him. She had seen her kids melt many a macho man, and had no patience for it. Or them.
“Why don’t you ask the Guatemalan?”
10
David and Monique lost their virginities to each other when she was 15 and he just 13. It all started when Monique discovered her dead mother’s diary, and the details of one glorious summer when her mother and David’s father fucked like rabbits. Every sordid detail was described at length, like a good romance novel without the romance. And so when Monique became her mother’s age when she fucked Henry Jackson, Monique decided to repeat the conquest with the son, while they were still virgins. He was so tall, athletic, and good looking that she also needed to act quickly before he lost his virginity to another. And so just as her mother carefully planned the seduction of the father, so too did she plan the seduction of the son. And everything that her mother did, she planned on doing. Although she had no idea how much anal hurt, even with tons of liquor and lubricant. Pot, she found out just in time, helped the most. She even bought nine inch “stripper” high heels, which she called her “anal shoes”.
And they had been friends and lovers ever since.
Going from boyfriend to husband to father to widow while still a teenager in a doctorate program was just too much for David when he lost his teenage wife to leukemia. An overwhelmed David was forever grateful to Monique for taking care of him when he needed it the most. She was incredibly busy herself with her modeling career, but she dropped it all without hesitation.
For Monique, it was not a tough decision. There was even some symmetry to it, because when her parents died in a car crash when she was just eight, David and his father were among those who most comforted her.
Then David learned hypnosis in medical school and everything changed. Hypnosis helps with memory, relaxation, and concentration – useful things for medical school students. He even studied hypno-therapy and past-life regression to re-live previous lives. But, more importantly, a classmate taught David how to use hypnosis to induce “hypno-orgasms”.
Some women cannot have orgasms due to psychological reasons – stress, anxiety, self-esteem, or because of a traumatic experience such as childhood molestation. After treating the causes, such as desensitizing them to the traumatic experience, they still have to actually orgasm in order for the therapy to be successful. Since sex with patients is illegal, immoral, and frowned upon, some therapists use hypnosis to induce the orgasm – without touching the fully-clothed patient, and without the patient touching herself. Nice work if you can get it.
But hypno-orgasms don’t have to be part of therapy. Anyone, or at least any woman, can and should enjoy them.
Thus began David’s obsession with mastering this not-so-dark art. He learned that he could not just induce them, but make them far longer, stronger, and intense than any they have had before. Since physical contact was optional, hypno-orgasms were the ultimate in safe sex. Since they build upon the best orgasms a woman has ever had, then exceeds them, they outclass everything available to mere mortals. David learned to take a few lucky bitches up to one peak after another, until she reached a mountain range of orgasms. Dehydrated, some were too exhausted to crawl to the bathroom.
And no one was more receptive to hypno-orgasms than Monique. So much so, that she compla
ined of the shakes if she went too long without one. And she said it with unnerving sincerity. David, a medical doctor, didn’t know whether to diagnose it as an addiction, an obsession, or a blessing from God.
Monique became so conditioned that he could get her off by using a trigger word that hypnotically induced her to re-live – not just remember – the best hypno-orgasm she ever had. He had her re-live that experience so many times, vividly recreating the sights, sounds, and smells, that the sensations felt fresh every time.
Especially when he did it in public.
When they went out dancing, she could have several orgasms before leaving the club. When she collapsed on the dance floor, everyone assumed that she was just drunk.
For a model who excelled at manipulating men, the humiliation was exquisite. It was the sexual version of becoming a reborn Christian. After dominating so many powerful men, utter helplessness before one man was strangely fulfilling.
Determined to become more than just friends and lovers, last year Monique enlisted Lisa and Lorena’s help, learning to cook David’s favorite foods, buy his clothes, and befriend his kids. For years Lorena assumed that Monique was after her husband, so she became enthusiastic about helping Monique win over her son.
Not that anyone clued in poor ol’ Jackson, who avoided Monique like the plague.
David always had strong feeling for Monique, ever since they were kids. Now, however, the sheer intensity of their relationship had traveled far beyond mere friendship with awesome benefits. He was not sure what to do. He wanted lots of kids, while she, working as a model, obviously did not. Or not for another decade because pregnant models don’t get a lot of work. So they assumed a normal relationship was out of the question.
Well, when you can’t have normal, you might as well enjoy abnormal.
David always understood his own imperfections: he was an asshole. Parts of his emotional makeup were frozen in time from his fights with his father. David knew he was obsessive-compulsive – hell, that got him through his doctorate and medical school. With all other women besides his wife and Monique, he was emotionally unavailable. That was why he thought Monique chose him.
Yet Monique now made him feel and behave different. She somehow sucked his anger out like snake poison. Fewer things pissed him off. Not even his father could trigger a decent rage in him anymore. He no longer went to bars looking for the biggest, baddest bully to kick the shit out of. Even more surprising, his own kids now wanted to spend time with him. Just the other day he made his own kids laugh. Deliberately. David recognized it for what it was. He was no longer a big asshole.
David learned long ago that something is only kinky until you’re tried it yourself. David had watch Monique do sex scenes in several European movies. That no longer felt kinky. But David had never before filmed Monique sticking another man’s finger into her pussy. It shocked, disgusted, and provoked the hell out of him. If his rock-hard cock didn’t nearly smack him in the face, his first reaction would have been to grab one of his guns.
The longer they kissed, the harder he got. Putting Cooper’s finger in her rocked his world. But when smooth motherfucker Daniel Cooper smiled, clearly enjoying the taste of David’s cum, well, that was just too much. David came right then and there, all over the camera controllers. David was out of breath like he had just run a marathon. And he actually ran marathons -- it helped dissolve the anger -- so he knew what it felt like.
Trying to catch his breath, a few things became very clear to David. One, he was going to fuck the shit out of Monique as soon as possible – she loved anal -- even though he had come twice in the last ten minutes. Two, he hoped to God that Cooper won the election, because (three) Cooper was now their bitch. “Bitch” was a strong word, and not one lightly used to describe a president. But when a guy has tasted your sperm, and liked it, and you had it recorded, then that sorry motherfucker was your bitch. Any other word was simply inadequate.
If his dad needed leverage over Cooper, he just got it in spades. He figured that he just videotaped another decade of funding for his dinosaur project. David looked at the rising dawn and predicted that this would be the best damn day of his life. If they survived.
“Danny, my boy,” David said to his video monitor, with unexpected pleasure, “you are fucked!”
Of course, they were screwed if his mother ever found out.
11
Henry Jackson knocked his white plastic chair back as he leaped from around the card table to save Cooper from the claws of these beautiful women. Across the shoebox-like basement he squeezed through the partially open doorway. Outside of the metallic basement, in a hole ten feet deep, he crawled up the ladder to the garage. At the top of the ladder, Lisa darted ahead of him, laughing recklessly, clearly enjoying the chase.
Jackson felt off-balanced as he raced after her, his heart pounding and his head ringing. His mouth dried up as he sucked in desperately needed oxygen. Normally a fitness nut, he was only too aware how far his aging metabolism and sedentary lifestyle were adding on the pounds. Months with very little sleep had not helped.
He expected to sleep in today, in Fairbanks, to rest up for the Big Event. Not be blindsided by his own daughter before sunrise. After another sleepless night, one moment he is calmly checking his emails, and the next he is racing after his half-naked daughter before sunrise before she fucked up his relationship with the next possible president of the United States.
Well, at least the day could not possibly get worse.
Bursting through the door to the house, he saw that Lisa already made contact. Monique held Cooper’s arm in hers, as if she had to hold him steady, when what she really wanted was for him to feel her – physically and otherwise. Jackson heard her talk softly to Cooper in charming French-accented English, which she learned was a huge turn-on for any man who didn’t speak French.
Dumb models often became stuck-up because everyone praises them while asking nothing in return – not even gratitude. Smart models like Monique, who like many Europeans spoke several languages, wielded her beauty more skillfully. She used her wit, graciousness, and culture like a rapier sword while less sophisticated hotties sliced and diced their way through life with machetes.
Jackson quickly calculated the damage. One look told Jackson that Cooper was hooked. He had never met Monique before, and it showed. Monique got bored with men quickly, but now she was giving Cooper the full treatment – looking up at him with big, dark eyes, smiling and laughing easily, and making him feel like he was captivating her. Women conquer men by making the men believe that they are conquering them. Cooper, expecting a dull meeting with Jackson, must have been completely taken by surprise when Monique answered the front door while Lisa distracted her father. It only took a minute for men to fall in lust with Monique, and she knew how to maximize every second.
It struck Jackson again how Reagan-esque Cooper was. Or, at least, how Reagan-esque he became. When he ran for governor of Texas in 2006, no one gave a Democrat – any Democrat – a chance in hell of winning. Not in the middle of Bush country. With his poll numbers embarrassingly in the teens, Cooper needed a media gimmick. Since he was tall, folksy, and friendly, Cooper decided to out-Reagan the opposition. Bush hand-picked his successor, Governor Perry, who had been a Democrat, so Cooper started lumping them together as anti-Reaganites.
The irony is the far-right would no longer elect Ronald Reagan today, given their treatment of Republican candidates for president.
Taxes? Reagan raised taxes eight times as president, including to save Social Security. Reagan even signed the largest income tax hike in American history in 1983 -- apparently deficits do matter. At least back in the day when Republicans cared about fiscal responsibility.
Spending? Reagan increased government spending so much faster than revenues that he left taxpayers with the largest deficit in American history – more than all of his 39 predecessors put together.
Abortion? In his first year in office in 1967 Governor Reagan
legalized abortion in California six years before the Supreme Court imposed it upon the rest of the country and his first Supreme Court appointment supported abortion rights.
Immigration? Reagan gave millions of illegal aliens blanket amnesty, which encouraged further illegal immigration, never protected the border, and never cracked down on employers as the amnesty law required.
Foreign policy? Reagan negotiated with the Evil Empire, gave chemical weapon precursors and billions in aid to Saddam Hussein, traded weapons to Iran, armed terrorists in Latin America who wiped out entire villages for political purposes, and armed the Taliban. Cut and run? He pulled out of Lebanon after letting 241 Marines die in vain, then invaded Granada to erase the fiasco from public memory.
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