"Richard, I've been asking him about his father. He doesn't remember your face, can't describe you. He does have memories of the love you had for him - a love you still have for him today."
"Is he ready to know the truth?"
"I think that if we take it slow and do it together, he will understand. The boy trusts me. He's considered me his grandfather for many years. And my son, he, he..." Morris fell to his knees and cried out in agony. "What my son did to you, what he did to your daughter! I beg your forgiveness! I beg Almighty God that He grant you a kind heart, that...”
"Morris! Please! Stand up! You have nothing to apologize for!" Richard helped the pastor to his feet. "I have nothing but gratitude in my heart for you. My children's mother probably exposed them to all kinds of horrible things, things that did little to raise them up to be good people. I'm sure you and your wife have done more good in their lives than she ever did. You will always have my thanks for that. We don't ever need to mention your son again."
"Richard, you’re a kind and wise man, and my wife and I are blessed to know you."
"I'd like see my son, if you think he's ready."
"Yes, I won't stop you from raising your boy, but I truly think he needs time. Let him get to know you and develop a relationship with him before you tell him that you’re his father. He needs time."
"Sir, I'll be with my son. We have all the time in the world."
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Max led Elizabeth by the hand to their room in the dormitory wing. It was basically a very nice hotel room, complete with a bathroom and kitchenette. Max didn't care about the kitchen or the bathroom; the only thing on his mind was the bed.
Elizabeth clawed at his shirt and kissed his neck. Max gently took her hands and placed them at her sides. He planted tender kisses on her lips…her cheeks...her hair. Lovingly holding her face in his trembling hands, Max gently closed her eyelids with kisses before leading her over to the bed. Locking eyes with Elizabeth, Max began to take off his clothes. As she began unbuttoning her shirt, Max shook his head. He had waited so long for this moment and wanted the pleasure of undressing her himself. Wearing nothing but a smile, Max moved toward the bed, his bulging erection a testament to his feelings for Elizabeth. Her eyes widened and her pulse soared at the sight of him.
Max slowly climbed into the bed next to Elizabeth. He unbuckled her pants, removing them quickly. He took his time unfastening each button on her shirt; she helped him take her arms out of the sleeves. Elizabeth smiled up at him with love and passion in her eyes and pointed to the clasp on the front of her bra. As Max reached down and undid the clasp, her large, perfect breasts spilled out into Max's hands. He gently caressed them and lightly kissed each one. Placing a hand on each of her hips, Max slowly removed Elizabeth’s panties. His fingers blazed a path from her feet…to her knees…to her thighs, before finally making contact with the inviting wetness that awaited between them. Elizabeth cried out in ecstasy when Max touched her.
Max lowered himself atop Elizabeth, their bare skin sizzling between them. Running his fingers along the side of her breast, Max was amazed by the softness of her. As he kissed her neck, Elizabeth tilted her head down, pressing her lips to his. They kissed deeply and passionately for several minutes, tongues clashing as the tension continued to build. Elizabeth never spoke, but it was clear to both of them that she wanted him inside of her. Max granted her wish and slowly entered her. They fell into an easy rhythm, as Elizabeth’s hips rose to meet every thrust. Soon she could no longer hold on, and she cried out as her climax enveloped her. Max was overcome with passion, burying himself deep within her until he, too, was spent.
"I love you so much, Elizabeth. I want to marry you."
"It's about time, my love, what took you so long to ask?"
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Days turned into weeks as more and more people arrived at Beck Castle. The first hallway of the dormitory wing reached capacity and the second one would be full in a matter of months. Plans had already been drawn up to convert a storage wing into dormitory space. The living quarters wouldn’t be as comfortable, but comfort was not what drew people to Beck Castle. What brought them there was hope.
Soldiers that had been stationed in the Iranian Theater swelled the ranks of the Unified National Guard. Every major city was on lockdown. Curfews were enforced with deadly results for those who disobeyed. Checkpoints were set up along the Interstate Highway System, and every single vehicle was searched. The Second Amendment had been eradicated along with the rest of the Bill of Rights. Every weapon was confiscated. Those who cooperated and remained silent were allowed to continue. Those who protested were detained and made to work slave labor. Those who tried to defend their right to bear arms had their guns pried from their cold, dead hands. The Regional Governors ruled with an iron fist. Violent crimes and theft weren’t tolerated; anyone guilty of committing these crimes was publicly executed.
The people had no means of discourse with their leaders. They couldn’t gather together in peaceful protest or submit grievances in an attempt to right a wrong. Once the internet was restored, it was closely monitored and censored. People quickly learned that they could not circulate anything online that resembled anti-government media. A nation full of people who had spent their entire lives taking freedom for granted desperately wanted it restored and were helpless to do so. Defiance against President Sterling was a one-way ticket to a slave labor camp or a quick and public execution.
Regional Governor Jackson Butler had his work cut out for him. He did an efficient job of restoring power to the area affected by The Pulse. His solution was simple – he brought in every generator he could find, both large and small. The former state of California had made great strides in the previous decade bringing solar power into the power grid. Jackson Butler gladly moved the majority of the solar panels from the West Coast over to the East Coast. He considered it a "reallocation of resources.” Angry citizens of the West Coast called it theft; at least they said so behind closed doors. If Regional Governor Roberto Jimenez caught wind of such talk, he would not respond with kindness.
Word of the events at Beck Castle spread across the country in hushed whispers and private meetings in people's homes. At first it was treated like a myth or an urban legend. President Sterling told his Regional Governors to spread word amongst the people that the tales of Beck Castle were treasonous lies. Howard Beck was working in a coal mine sixteen hours a day. He was not in some make believe secret bunker offering solace to anyone. The crazy old man hated to be around people. Tall tales of him running a luxury hotel for thousands of people were foolish lies. The propaganda was effective for the citizens of the United American Empire. Slowly, people began to forget about the rumor and went about their miserable lives. The ones that remained hopeful sacrificed everything to find Beck Castle. Men and women all over the country who were willing to give their lives for the restoration of democracy made their way to Beck Castle.
Every citizen who entered Beck Castle was carefully screened for security and medical purposes. Max had been appointed as the Constable of Beck Castle and with Elizabeth's help, oversaw the screening process. Howard Beck had his own personal screening process as well. Every person that entered the Castle was a candidate to fight in the coming war against Simon Sterling. Three times a week Howard met in the conference room with Richard Dupree, Maxwell Harris, Elizabeth Reid, and his family to review the candidates. Richard spent every free moment he had looking for his daughter. With assistance from Hal, Howard patiently planned the details of the war that was to come. The most brilliant mind on the planet spent every waking moment preparing to restore the United States of America to her former glory.
A long and bloody war was on the horizon. Howard Beck, Richard Dupree, and Maxwell Harris were willing to fight to their last breath for victory.
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Coming Summer 2013
“Resistance”
Book 2 in the “New America” Series
Table of Contents
Section 1
Section 2
Section 3
Section 4
Section 5
Section 6
Section 7
Section 8
Section 9
Section 10
Section 11
Section 12
Section 13
Section 14
Section 15
Section 16
Section 17
Section 18
Section 19
Section 20
Section 21
Section 22
Section 23
Section 24
Section 25
Section 26
Section 27
Section 28
Section 29
Section 30
Section 31
Section 32
Section 33
Section 34
Section 35
Section 36
Section 37
Section 38
Section 39
Section 40
Section 41
Section 42
Section 43
Section 44
Section 45
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