Vatican City: Here we come!

There’s a knock on my door. Giuseppe opens the door. Instead of the usual one pillow getting chucked at him for waking me, he gets two. I feel bad….the poor man. He’s doing the job I pay him well for so I shouldn’t feel too bad for him.

“’Sup, ‘Seppe?” I ask him as he’s rolling his eyes. “Hey, boss. Go see your wife, ok?? I’ll give you a heads up of when I, we, need your services again. The Italian flight crew will put this baby to bed….they don’t do as good of a job as you do, but then again, I don’t pay them!”

Giuseppe laughs at my silliness, knowing I need to crack a joke to lighten up.

“Margherita,” Giuseppe calls me by the Italian version of my name as he hugs me. “Why did your Italian mother allow you to have the French version of your name? I’ll never know. I pray that you stay safe on this case. Your husband needs you but so does your little one.”

I stare at him. I don’t know what he’s thinking but each cabin is sound proof so I have no idea how he knows what Vinnie and I did but then again, everyone on board knows we just got married….so there’s nothing to imagine. It’s now my turn to roll my eyes. I promise him that I’ll be as safe as I can, making no guarantees. Last time “Seppe” was with me, I had a bullet get lodged in me.

“My love,” I say to Vinnie. “I know that you are concerned about your uncle and how he’s doing. I promise you’ll get to see him soon. But before either of us go see him, I need to get wires on the both of us. He may tell us two different things. He’s more likely to tell me the facts and with you, he’d play down the injuries he sustained. I want to talk to him first to see what he can tell me before you speak with him. I know that you want to come with me but right now, I would like you to assist Mom and Donny in finding rooms. Il Camerlango will show you guys where to go.

How you see me now is nervous energy and being more scared than I need to. I have three people who aren’t professionals but people I dearly love and can’t live without. When I’m officially working, which will happen after speaking with Il Papa, I will be a person you don’t know. I am demanding, tough, occasionally rude. Are you familiar with: “Sergente Militare”? I get called “Drill Sergeant”. I want to let you know that I’m not going to show any preferential treatment to you, Mom or Donny. You guys are my family but I can’t show any favoritism.  Mom and Donny have already seen me when Quantico has its training and graduation. I am much harder on these guys than I am on the recruits in my classes – one infraction, no matter how small – they get kicked off the team either temporarily or permanently. When I am Sergente Militare, please don’t be offended with how I treat you.

Please know that my love for you and our marriage is far more important than this case. I know it doesn’t seem like that at the moment, I know. IF I get to end this case alive, I’m retiring from the field work. I may have to go the office but I’m never going to be Lead on a case again. It’s too much of a risk for the both of us and for our future family”.

Vinnie wraps me in his arms again. I wish we could’ve come to Italy when it didn’t have to involve a case. There’s a gentle knock on the door knowing that it’s Mom. I tell her to come in, Donny follows her in.

”Mags,” Mom says. “It’s time. Giuseppe had Customs come on board so we could get to the Papal Palace faster. They need you, baby girl. Show them Sergente Militare. Tell them: “Io sono di Napoli” and Grampy’s last name.

“Madre,” I say. “They know me already. They call me Sergente Militare to my face. Giuseppe told them that it’s in regards of the pope. The Customs agents fear me already, knowing that I can get them fired faster than they can call their mistresses – which their wives know about

“Ciao, agenti. Benvenuti a bordo del mio jet privato. Ecco il lavoro di ufficio per tutte le armi. Famiglia, si prega di passare i vostri passaporti agli agenti. Essi mettere un timbro all'interno e quando siamo pronti per partire l'aereo, ci daranno i nostri passaporti indietro. Signori, io non ho intenzione di parlare con il tuo capo su come ottenere la mia schiena quando la mia famiglia si loro, posso? Sarebbe un peccato se l'ho fatto perché tutti voi sarebbe senza lavoro, senza un modo per sostenere le vostre mogli, figli, amanti e figli dei vostri amanti '” I tell the agents, looking at Vinne to have him translate for Mom and Donny.

“Mags told the agents: ‘Hello, Agents. Welcome aboard my private jet. Here is the paperwork for all the weapons. Family, please pass your passports to the agents. They will put a stamp inside and when we are ready to depart the plane, they will give us our passports back. Gentlemen, I am not going to speak to your boss about getting mine back when my family gets theirs, do I? It would be a shame if I did because all of you would be out of a job, without a way to support your wives, children, mistresses and your mistresses' children’. Serafina, Donny, please hand over your passports to the agents,” Vinnie translated for me.

Mom and my big brother look at me awe. They are surprised how much of a Sergente Militare I am. They haven’t seen anything like that when I was growing up. Five minutes later, we receive our passports back. I’m the one that gets the dirty look. I laugh. The Italian flight team on board and helps us carry our luggage and weapons off the plain. They go first, then me, then Mom and Donny with Vinnie. As soon as I’m on the tarmac, I see my cousin, Il Camerlango. I screech like a monkey to get his attention. He turns around, I drop my stuff and we run to meet each other.

“John Joseph,” I say to my poor cousin, knowing that he hates his American name (it sounds plain to him). “Fine, Giovanni Giuseppe. Look at you! You look, um, ravishing!”

He laughs at me knowing that I’m partially joking. He knows he’s an attractive man – he has a mistress that the Church doesn’t know about but the pope does. Weird but whatever.

We catch up as I introduce him to my husband of twelve hours. He shakes Vinnie’s hand and welcomes him to the “La Familiga” and greats Mom and Donny, telling Mom that she could pass as my younger sister. Mom laughs and tells him that a priest shouldn’t lie. They laugh.

Giovanni hands me the keys to my custom made military H3. It has tinted windows with slight tinting on the front windshield; it is bullet proof, bomb proof, grenade proof….well, everything proof. Ok, I take that back…it is NOT garlic proof. Garlic, in any amount, is welcomed inside this beast. I swear no matter how much Febreeze we use or how long the beast airs out, the scent of garlic still lingers.

Everyone opens the doors to my H3 and get a good whiff of my one true love….Garlic. I have to admit to Vinnie that I’m cheating on him with garlic, pasta and pizza. Don’t think he’ll mind but I’ll mind if he asks me to share.

“Welcome to the Garlic Beast,” I tell everyone as they climb in. “The scent of garlic won’t leave you until you’ve washed from head to toe, oh, about one hundred times. Kidding, people, kidding! Off to see the Papal Palace. It’s going to be a long night. See if you can get some rest after unpacking.”

I set the dashboard navigational thingy with the Vatican City as our destination. I hit a few more buttons and we’re on our way using the Auto Pilot technology that’s used in planes. I turn around to talk to my family. Mom yelps. I look at her and tell her that it’s on Auto Pilot. She looks like she’s ready to pass out. I tell her its fine….I’ve done this a thousand times. Ok, so in reality, just twice. What she doesn’t know won’t kill her.

As we leave the airport, we pick up a police escort so we can get to the papal palace sooner. Thankfully the private airport we landed at was fifteen minutes from the papal palace but with the escort it took us close to eight minutes. Using the Auto Pilot was a good idea because I was beginning to getting tense. From the front passenger seat next to me, Vinnie reaches over to hold my hand. I feel comforted but still pretty tense.

Once we arrive, Mom, Donny and Giovanni hop out. Vinnie was still holding my hand.

“Marguerite,” Vin says. “I know you’re tense already and have been preparing the three of us with the information that we need. That must be extra stress for you that you don’t need. Baby girl, I’m here with you every step of the way. You may be the boss on the case, but I am your husband. I am going to make sure that you get more than an hour of sleep a night; I’m going to make sure that you eat. I’m also going to make sure that I spend time with my wife and not my boss.”

I roll my eyes and hop out of the Beast. I need to get the Beast unloaded so I can see Pope Benedict XVI whom I affectionately call “Benny”. Haven’t seen him in almost eighteen months. I’m not allowing myself the guilt trip. The last year I was retired and still recovering from the gunshot wound and surgery.

Giovanni shows Mom and Donny a suite that they’ll share; both rooms are twice the size of their own apartments back home. They’ll share a kitchen. As Giovanni shows Vinnie and me to our suite, my “pope – o – phone” vibrates for a second then stops. I open the phone and see that Benny has sent me a text message. I think I received the first text from a pope ever!

“Agent, I have been kept waiting long enough. I expected you fifteen minutes ago when you arrived. I demand to see you. Be here in five minutes. Benny,”

A long night of work

The four of us, Vinnie, Don, Mom and I, are now in a private jet ready to fly out to the Vatican City. Just moments after the brief (three minute) ceremony, my “Italy phone” rang – it’s the phone I use to contact people I worked with in Italy. It was the Camerlango – the pope’s “assistant”….and a distant cousin of mine.

“Cousin, could you have called me tomorrow? I just got married,” I said to Giovanni.

“Cugino, è molto importante. Il papa è stato quasi assassinato. Abbiamo bisogno di te qui a lavorare con la nostra gente. Il Santo Padre ha bisogno del suo nipote Vincenzo. Portatelo. Fategli preparare "Requiem". Chiamami prima di volare in modo abbiamo qualcuno a riportarvi al palazzo papale” Giovanni tells me in rapid Italian.

“I need to get some stuff together and get clearance to fly with my weapons. I’ll bring my husband, Vincenzo, with me. There will be two extra people with us. When we land, I need to see the pope first then the team. Don’t bother calling my husband. I’ll tell him when we’re in the air” I say then hang up.

Vinnie looks at me with a questioning look. I knew he heard my conversation with Il Camerlango.  I gather my brother, mother and husband. I invite the judge to the circle.

“Bro, call Seamus. I need two drivers. One will take you and Mom to your apartments. Grab what you need – just the necessities. Meet us back at the condo in an hour. I’ll make sure you get escorted to your apartments and then to our condo. Mom, call the bank – you know which one – give them this number” I start to scrawl down for her, “Tell them that ALL four of us are on the way and need access to the vault and we need privacy. Vinnie, something’s going on in the Vatican that we both need to be there. Giovanni, the Camerlango, wants you to prepare Requiem. Jude, I need you to witness me giving my family FBI and InterPol authorization, powers, weapons and badges so the four of us are legal. After we’re all legal, Vinnie and I will head to the condo to meet the two of you there – on the way to the condo, I’ll be calling the airport to give us clearance to fly with our weapons. The four of us need to go the bank and enter the vault together. I’ll give everyone the details on the way there” I tell everyone.

The judge, Judge Jude Reinhold (name changed, NOT the actor), watched me give my family the FBI and InterPol clearance, authorization etc. We thanked the judge and ran downstairs to meet Seamus and the other driver.

“Seamus, you’re getting escorts to my brother’s and mother’s apartments then to my condo. I need them to get back to me safely. Vinnie and I’ll use the other driver. I only trust you with my family. Go!”

We get into the limo with the other driver. I close the partition and pull out my gadgets to make sure that I can make a private call to the airport without my conversation being recorded.

“Hello. This is Federal Agent Marguerite Guidicelli formerly Federal Agent Smythe. My badge number is  FA 7511283. I need clearance to fly out of the country to the Vatican City, Italy. I need clearance for three other new agents. We’re all flying out with our FBI issue weapons. Expect is us in about two hours” I hang up.

I turn to Vinnie to apologize for going on a case moments after our ceremony. Before I could say anything, Vinnie practically rips off my trench coat and takes off my skirt. This is getting hot. I unbuckle and unzip his pants as he’s now kissing my neck. He pulls me onto his lap…I squirm in the small back seat to straddle his hips. I look at Vinnie. He’s got lust in his eyes. I take his hard, thick appendage in my hands and guided him to the apex of my thighs. I slowly slide down his appendage to slowly torture him. He begins to moan.

“My love, I need to be inside you so bad. I am going to explode soon if you don’t stop torturing me,” Vinnie now pauses then begins to moan again. “Ride me, my love. Make me explode inside you, filling you. I’m going to get you pregnant today.”

Vinnie doesn’t need to tell me twice. I start to ride him faster, he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. He grabs my hips to stop me for a second; Vinnie leans forward to suck one of my breasts. He starts guiding me up and down his hard shaft again.

He starts to nibble my breast. I moan and a flood of wetness flows from the apex of my thighs. I’m on the brink of climaxing and so is he. He flips me onto my back and pulls his shaft out of me. With my legs still open, he leans down to kiss and lick the apex. I begin to scream. Me screaming in pleasure gets my husband turned on even more. He straddles me like I did him and his shaft penetrates the apex of my thighs. He’s lost all control as he ravishes me. We climax together. I feel him shooting baby batter into me.

When he’s done, he twists me so that I’m kneeling on the floor of the limo, my legs are spread and my breasts are on the cool leather seats. His still hard shaft penetrates the sore apex of my thighs. I gasp in slight pain. He starts to thrust gently, reaching both arms around me to squeeze my breasts. He squeezes a little harder than he did before. It feels so good.

“Harder,” I moan. “Everything harder. Oh, God, yes!! Even harder!”

We climax together again. I feel him shooting more baby batter into me. We disconnect and get dressed again. As I’m putting my trench coat back on, the partition slides down. The driver gives us a wink. Vinnie blushes, I laugh. We pull up to the condo. We tell the driver to pull into the driveway and wait for us in case we need to meet Mom and Donny on the way to the bank.

“Vinnie, pack what you need….clothes, shaving stuff, toiletries and various versions of Requiem. Grab your phone charger just in case. You may not even need this phone at all” I tell him.

I leave to gather paperwork to fill out for all our weapons that I put in the vault six months ago. It’s more paperwork than I have to fill out when writing a report on a case. I grab all my phones and charges. I pack jeans and tops, undercover gear, clubbing outfits and enough make up to put a drag queen to shame. Vinnie looks at me like he’s telling me just the necessities. What he doesn’t know is that what I’m packing IS the necessities.

As we roll our luggage out to the limo, Mom and Don arrive. We load everything into Seamus’ limo and squeeze in. The other driver leaves. I explain that we’re going to a vault inside a bank to get the passports I already prepared six months ago and FBI issue weapons. Everyone’s looking at me like I’m crazy. They’re all asking me questions, speaking over each other.

“I told Il Camerlango that I was going to tell you guys on the flight over but I might as well tell you now. There was an assassination attempt on the pope. Vinnie is the pope’s great nephew. I need to go because Il Camerlango trusts no one but me. He wants Vinnie to be here because the pope requested it. I will have a team already getting set up for me to work with the moment we land. Vinnie will see to you guys getting comfortable and get rooms at the papal palace. I will talk to the pope. When I’m done, I will meet with my Italian team. Once they debrief me with the situation, I’m taking the three of you to the shooting range so you all know how to shoot your guns. I am unsure if you’ll need to fire but you will have a field test of your skills as well as being tested at shooting at a silhouette on paper. In order to carry and shoot your weapons on Italy, you need to pass BOTH tests. I will teach you what I can. Here we are. Ok, everyone give me one more second. Before we enter, here are the id’s I prepared for you. They are to get us into the vault, we leave them with the guard. I will be the only one recognized as a federal agent there so I will carry the weapons out. The passports and Italian ID’s that are waiting for you have to be hidden in your clothes very well. I will help you with that. No more questions until we land in Italy. Let’s go, guys!”

We climb out and enter. We show our id’s and get escorted into the vault. I tell the guard in Polish to leave the door mostly closed for privacy. He nods in understanding. I take the key from my necklace and open the vault. I check the weapons and the bullets to make sure everything’s there and in working order. I take another key from the bottom of my shoe to open the box that’s inside the vault. I take out the passports and handing them out. I gesture that the passports get hidden in underwear. The credit cards I take with me are now on my body. The paperwork I take with me as well.

“Guard, jesteśmy gotowi. Nadszedł czas, aby eskortować nas do przodu, więc możemy odebrać nasze identification” I tell the guard.

He brings us to the front. He’s now edgy since I spoke to him in his native language. He knows that I know who he is. I tell him to calm down or his boss will notice. I tell him to trust me. We come across his boss. I quickly read the guard’s name tag.

“Thank you, Boris, for your efficiency and your respect to our privacy. Here is my business card. I can offer you a better job that you deserve with the FBI. We can bring your family here, your boss cannot. Call me” I say calling the guard by his Witness Protection name. His boss gave me a dirty look for trying to “steal” Boris from him.

We get into the limo and Seamus speeds us off to the airport. He parks at the private entrance for federal agents. We get our passports out. I give Seamus my old one with my maiden name on it. I tell him to burn it immediately. I told my family that I prepared this passports in hope that they’d join me and that I’d be married to Vinnie weeks before our emergent flight out instead of just hours before.

We board the jet. I tell them that the jet is mine. I told them to find a private cabin and place their luggage in there….I pull Vinnie aside and tell him to find the cabin furthest from my mother and brother. He nods in agreement. I find my pilot, Giuseppe, to ask him to file with FSA for us to fly to Switzerland than Italy. He said that he already did and that we’re ready to take off in five minutes. I call Il Camerlango.

“Cugino, voglio farvi sapere che stiamo volando in circa cinque minuti. Abbiamo intenzione di fare una sosta in Svizzera. Ti chiamerò qualche minuto prima di lasciare lì” I tell Giovanni.

After hanging up, I go into the galley to make sandwiches for everyone. My brother gives me a dirty look when I hand him a glass of milk. I tell him to deal with milk now but can drink sparingly when in Italy but only with meals. When everyone is done, Giuseppe tells us that we’re about to take off so we buckle up. We’re in the air just seconds later. This is why I have Giuseppe as my pilot. He gets me to where I need to get as fast as he can.

I take my seatbelt off and follow Vinnie to our cabin. I hop into the shower – yes there’s a private shower in this cabin – Vinnie joins me moments later. We dry off and change into pj’s.

I go out to where my mother and brother are. I tell them to get some rest and that we’re going to have a long twenty four hours ahead of is and not sure when we’ll be able to sleep again. I sneak into the galley to get a bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes to bring back to my cabin with me.

“My love, could you pop – “ I start saying to Vinnie. He turns around and walks over taking the champagne and the flutes from me, placing them on the dresser next to us. He takes my hand and leads me to bed.

“My wife, my love. Twice today we had a quickie. You are so much more than that to me. Tonight, I am going to take my time with you. I’m going to love every glorious inch of your body. Tonight, I’m going to make love to you the way you deserve. I want to show you how much I love you, “ Vinnie tells me.

We lock the door, take off our clothes and lie down on our bed. Vinnie starts kissing me softly parting my lips with his and deepens the kiss. He slowly slides his tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues tango for a long time before I start feeling Vinnie’s hands running down my sides and ending at my hips. He reaches between my legs inside the apex and inserts several fingers inside me. I moan. His fingers inside me start to massage; I immediately feel liquid flow to my apex. I tell him to penetrate me with his shaft but he continues to massage with me with his fingers. He leans over my breasts and begins to suck and nibble one as he massages the other. I can tell that tonight’s the night he’s getting me pregnant. I can’t wait.

I begin to moan in pleasure as I take his growing shaft in my hand. I slide my hand up and down his shaft until he starts to moan. He takes his fingers out of me and spreads my legs. He straddles me and adjusts himself over me. In one quick thrust, his thick shaft is inside of me. He begins to move inside of me slowly. I beg him to go faster but instead he still is slow but thrusts a little harder. I begin to moan. I put my legs around his waist so he’s closer to my center. He thrusts deeper now. I moan louder and run my nails down his back. He tilts my hips up and forward to go even deeper.

He thrusts become harder and faster, his sucking and nibbling of my breasts are rougher. I can tell he’s close to exploding.

“My love, lose control. It feels so good. My love, I’m close. Fill me now” I tell Vinnie. We climax together. I feel him filling me. Tonight’s the night I know he got me pregnant.

I have to be careful on this case and go back into retirement after this case…retirement from the field that is. I need to be home to take care of my family the way that my Italian ancestors did before me- staying at home with the children.

We fall asleep. What seems like only a few minutes, I was woken by a knock on the door. I go to open the door, I find Giuseppe at the door. He wanted to let me know that we were going to land in Switzerland in the next half hour. I thanked him then went to wake up my snoring husband. I can’t wrap my head around the fact that I’m married but then again it’s only been a number of hours.

“Darling, it’s time to wake up. We’re landing in Switzerland soon. I’m going to wake up Mom and Donny. I need to have a pow wow with you guys before we land” I tell Vinnie.

I hop into the shower for a quick shower to in order to be more alert and focused. I get dressed in loose fitting black pants with lots of pockets, a tight fitting black ribbed turtleneck shirt, a thin Kevlar vest (not as effective as regular bulky Kevlar), a black vest and black combat boots that I had custom made for me. I was going to wait until we landed in Italy to put on my black scully cap. My hair is soaking wet, I’d rather have my hair naturally before I French braid it.

By the time I’m dressed, my husband, mother and brother were in the seats waiting for me to have a meeting with them.

“Sorry for the delay, guys. I needed to get into most of my gear before we land. Switzerland, as we know, is a neutral country. Each time I took an FBI team to Europe, we always flew here, refueled, go through customs and then fly to the country where the InterPol needed us. I have FBI jackets to make the three of you look official to go along with me. At Customs, they speak many languages here, obviously. Mom, Donny, the both of you speak Italian pretty well but please let me speak. I spent a total of eight years all over Italy and learned to speak different dialects. Vinnie, I’m going to need with some translations. I have to explain to Customs here that I’m here again as the Lead on the team of rookies. My Italian isn’t as perfect as it used to be plus I speak other languages, I end up using the right words with the wrong language and wrong conjugation.

I had the flight crew get you similar clothing as I’m wearing right now before we got to the airport. Going in and out of Customs in Switzerland and Italy we need to match….from our scully caps down to foot wear. I know, Mom, it is better to look good than it is to feel good; but in this case it’s more important to dress for the job than to feel good.

Also, I know we won’t get a chance to get solid sleep in the next twenty four hours. This happens all the time when on a case. With this information, there will be a major change in what we eat as well as how often we eat. Of course we’ll have the “typical” Italian food delivered but we need to stay with grilled chicken, brown rice, trail mix…..we can have carbs but healthy carbs – such as brown rice. I’ve learned as Lead on a case, the more healthy we eat, the more focused we are. We eat small meals every two to three hours. Coffee is good to drink just spread evenly throughout the day. Alcohol is limited when we’re off the clock – which is rare.

We work out when we can. There’s a lot of stress in this job and I’ve known many people who’ve burned out fast or even killed themselves due the stress. Exercise will help reduce stress but not relieve it. There is also no smoking. You’ll see the Italian team smoke like chimneys but they know when I’m to work with them, the either go outside to smoke or they don’t smoke at all. If they decide to go outside for a smoke break, they’re only allowed three smoke breaks per thirty hours on duty.” I tell my ‘team’.

I gather the passports for the four of us since I’m responsible just for us. I gather the paperwork for the weapons as well so we can go through customs here then fly to Italy. Giuseppe and the flight crew will take care of themselves.

It was easy to go through customs and didn’t need Vinnie as much to help with translating. We board the refueled jet. The flight is another two hours from here but we won’t take off for another three hours. I suggest to Vinnie, Mom and Donny to get more rest. At this point I knew I couldn’t rest or sleep. I gather paperwork for the weapons again. I sort the weapons with paperwork – each weapon has to be labeled for each person that is using that weapon. The proper paperwork has to be with the specific weapon. The serial numbers on the papers have to match the serial numbers on the weapons. If one digit is off, we’d be stuck in Italian Customs for another eight hours. With the assassination attempt on the pope, we didn’t have eight hours.

Once I get everything together for the paperwork and weapons, I call my cousin Giovani to tell him that we have a three hour delay due to weather but will call him again before the flight. Once off the phone, I organize my passport, my FBI credit cards in my (married) name in one pile, my bags. I make a pile for each person with their belongings. It’s important as a Lead to make sure that your team has everything that is needed and required of them.

I go back into the galley, I gather ingredients needed to make tuna fish sandwiches for the four of us. I put each sandwich in a plastic bag and then into the fridge. I get breath mints ready. I learned a long time ago that it isn’t nice to be in close quarters with people with tuna breath. It gets a bit ugly. Finally the weather is clear enough for us to continue our flight. I call Giovanni again.

I begin to pace the plane. My pacing is making Vinnie nervous. I tell him that I do it to keep my nerves at bay, go through different possible scenarios we may encounter. I share with him the one scenario that scares me the most.

“Vin, in my mind, I go through every possible scenario I can think of. The first few nights that I’m on a case, my poor bunkmate has to put up with me. The scenarios play out in my dreams. The worst scenario that the three of you can encounter is me dying. I’ve been close to it more than once,” I say referring to last year’s scenario that caused me into early retirement. “I’ve suffered from both hyperthermia and hypothermia. I’ve been severely dehydrated when working in 110 degree weather. I’ve survived the ugliest things except death. With the assassination attempt on your uncle’s life, the assassin will come for me first. I’ll be the prime target not because I am American but because I am the one leading the team. They take out the strongest first to leave the weak ones. If the assassin finds any family connection between you and your uncle, you’ll be second on the list….right behind me.

If I die while working on this case, take my mom and my brother and go straight to the American embassy. You guys still have your American passports. I no longer have mine. It’s been destroyed. I’m using my Italian American dual citizenship passport. Leave me here. Use the embassy to go home. Take care of my mother and brother. After a certain amount of time has passed, marry again. I want you to be happy when I’m gone,” I say to Vinnie.

I leave our cabin and begin to pace again. Twenty more minutes before we land in Italy. One hour after landing, we’ll finally be through customs. Twenty minutes after that, we’ll be on our way to the Vatican City. I go back to the cabin. With one look between Vinnie and I, I walk over to the bed.

“Babe,” I tell him. “Hold me.”

“My love, I will hold you forever,” he replies.

I fall asleep in my husband’s arms for the shortest twenty minutes of my life. It’s going to be one hell of a long night tonight.

A wedding

Vinnie and I over slept yesterday morning and missed Mass. I hopped out of bed, showered, brushed my teeth and started my morning with my beloved Starbucks brewing. I raided the fridge to make omlets. I knew my stomach was going to kill me later. I found ham, cheese, red, yellow & green peppers and onions. I found tobasco sauce in the cabinet. I made a plain ham and cheese omlet for myself. I have a love – hate relationship with dairy products….dairy loves me, I hate it (I’m lactose intolerant)….for my Vinnie, I make him a massive (and spicy) omlet. After placing our plates and coffee on the tray to bring up to our room.

“È ora di svegliarsi, il mio amore (Time to wake up, my love). I have breakfast and coffee” I say to Vinnie.

“I thought you said you weren’t fluent in Italian, Principessa!” Vinnie replies knowing that I spent several years in Italy when I was on a case with the FBI and the InterPol.

I smile, handing him his coffee and omlet. He knows that when I cook, that’s usually a sign that there’s something I need to tell him.

“Babe, I wanted to talk to you a little more about that case we talked about yesterday. I got Bobby involved. I needed someone I could trust to help with phones so he came in as a consult on the case. Like I said, the kidnapper had kidnapped someone famous. The kidnapper, as it turns out, to be my former partner with the FBI. He was taking his frustration out on me since I was always being the team leader on 99 % of the cases after my first year. He’d been with the FBI for over ten years and had never been the lead on a case.

Bobby was working on some wiring for something when I walked in. Jordan, my former partner, knew Bobby was trying to help me….He started to threaten your brother when I walked into the room. I immediately understood what was going on. Jordan aimed his personal weapon at Bob. I went to tackle your brother…Jordy followed us with the gun, aiming at your brother and fired a shot….the bullet hitting me instead of your brother. Once I confirmed that Bobby wasn’t hit and was ok, I ripped my shirt to make a tourniquet. The rest of the team subdued Jordan and I got transported to the closest hospital. You know the rest.

I swore your brother to secrecy. Four months later you surprised me with the trip to Limon. There was no way I could’ve gone with the lack of range of movement with my arm and shoulder. I wanted to give up but Bobby fought me every time on it. When I finally was released from the hospital in Russia – can you believe Bobby traveled to Russia for a consultation job? – and got home, I didn’t want you to see me bandaged up from my neck down to my rib cage. I wanted to heal most of the way before I saw you again.

It took Bobby’s sudden death for us to see each other again. As sad as I am and how much I’ll miss Bobby, I am happy to be back in your life again” I tell Vinnie. He’s crying.

I move our empty plates and mugs to the tray on the dresser. I climb back into bed with Vinnie to hold him. We eventually fall back asleep until 1 pm. I climb out of bed, grab my phone and quietly leave the room.

I call Minerva to hold the request on the FBI issued weapon & FBI badge and to give me a temporary identification pass. I explain that I’m marrying Vinnie tomorrow and after the ceremony, I’m filing paperwork to change my last name to his; once my last name is changed, I’ll need a permanent ID badge for myself and a temporary one for Vin. She confirms that it’s not a problem.

I go back into the bedroom to take the tray out and head back into the kitchen to clean up. I was too lazy to hand wash everything so I threw everything into the dishwasher. After cleaning up, I head back into the room to wake Vinnie but he’s already up. I can tell he has questions for me.

“Did Lisa know what happened? With the time that you spent in Russia and all the time Bobby spent with you during your rehab here, did she think he was cheating on her? Was there anything between you and Bobby? Like romantically?” Vinnie asks.

“Babe, slow down. Bobby only told Lisa what she needed to know before the trip. On his way back with the team, we went back to Quantico for debriefing. He was told that he was only allowed to tell her that he worked as a consult with the FBI and helped take down a kidnapper. Lisa loves and trusts Bobby. She always knew that Bobby would NEVER cheat on her especially with me. There was nothing romantic going on between your brother & I. We often joked around with me calling him “Uncle” Bobby. I’m rather surprised at you, Vin, for asking me if I was romantically involved with your brother. Yes, I spent time with him in Russia but that was a professional relationship. Before Russia and after Russia, we had a familial relationship with him having multiple roles; uncle, brother, father and sometimes “child” because of his moments of immaturity. You should know me better than that” I tell Vinnie.

I get up, change into my running clothes, grab my house key & phone and leave without telling Vin where I’m going….I don’t even know where I was planning on going. All I knew is that I had to get out of the condo and take a run. Boy, men can sure be childish and jealous over the silliest things.

My feet ended up taking me to Brooklyn and back…the last three blocks back to the condo, I walked to lower my heart beat and to control my breathing. I unlock the door and go in walking right past Vinnie, not acknowledging him. I go upstairs to take another shower and to brush my teeth. I have OCD when it comes to brushing my teeth – I have to brush my teeth before AND after each run.

After the shower and brushing my teeth, I check my email. There was nothing important. I Google search the application that Vinnie and I need to fill out while in Italy in order to become Italian citizens – I easily fill his out because I know his information better than he does….he doesn’t even know what blood type he has. I put three pictures with the forms in an envelope. One picture is of me alone, one is of Vinnie alone and the last picture is of Vinnie & I curled up on the couch together, looking at each other, smiling. I put the envelope in my briefcase so I can drop it off at the post office on my way to the FBI building on my way in.

I head into the kitchen to grab some water before going to bed for a nap. I’m so tired, I fall asleep on top of the made bed in the spare room. I didn’t want to deal with Vinnie and his assumptions that I had a romantic relationship with his brother. Vinnie came in sometime during the night to place a blanket on me so I wouldn’t get cold.

This morning, I call Minerva to tell her that I was sick & not coming in until next week. I’ve been vomiting since I woke up – I tend to do that what I have too much phlegm in my lungs. I know that I’m not pregnant; at least not yet anyways.

After being sick, I brush my teeth and go back to bed in the spare room. I’m still upset at Vinnie for his assumption that I was romantically involved with his married brother. I hear a knock on the door so I feign sleep but I know that Vinnie knows I’m awake.

“My love, you have every right to be mad at me. I shouldn’t have assumed that you and Bobby had something going on. I know that you’re not into married men….unless it’s your husband. I am SO sorry, my love” Vinnie said.

I mumble to him to go away, that it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. He chuckles and gets a little bit pink. He walks over and kisses me on my forehead, reminding that I need to get ready so we can get married.

My phone vibrates. It’s a text from Mom. She lets me know that it’s just going to be her and my brother, Donny, for the wedding and they can’t take us out to lunch afterwards. I tell her that I’m more than ok with just her and my brother at the wedding and that Vin and I were planning on coming home after the brief ceremony anyways. Mom made a winking emoticon to let me know that she understands.

I grab some clothes from my suitcase; I’m too lazy to unpack. I pull out my favorite skirt and my favorite red blouse like shirt. The blouse like shirt is red and so low cut my breasts fall out. Yeah, Vinnie’s not going to be able to stop staring at the girls during the ceremony. My skirt comes to my mid thigh. I look out the window before leaving the room. It’s drizzling so I throw on my trench coat – not to stay dry but to hide what I’m wearing.

I open the door and see my fiancé, almost husband, in the hallway holding daisies, the flower I was named after. Marguerite is French for “daisy”. He leans down to kiss me on my cheek but I turn my head slightly so our mouths meet. I open my mouth slightly to deepen the kiss and slip my tongue inside his mouth. I feel his arousal. I tell him to take me. He tells me we don’t have the time; I convince him we have time for a quickie.

He pushed me against the wall as I unzip his khakis. He lifts my skirt up to pull my thongs off but there’s nothing underneath my skirt. He moans. He thrusts inside me; I scream in pleasure. He stops until I tell him to hurry up. Good Lord, I’m in trouble the next time I tell him to hurry up as he screws me senseless. I can’t stop moaning and screaming as his juices get pumped into me. We climax together then rearrange our clothes and hair.

We hop into the SUV and here we are, just in time for our 10:45 am ceremony. We smelled like lust and sex. I take off my trench coat, Vinnie seeing how I was dressed for the first time – my trench coat was on while we had the quickie in the hallway. He pulls me against him to tell me how much he wants me again. I tell him that I already know because I can feel his arousal again.

It’s time for a wedding.

Luscious MAN: A quick engagement

Today didn’t start out as I had wanted it to. I’d just fallen asleep when Vinnie, out of habit, got out of bed a 5:45 am to get ready for school; he made the mattress move as he got out of bed. I called him back to bed, reminding him that he’d retired two days ago. As he wraps his arms around me, my phone starts to shake from an incoming phone call (I turned my phone to vibrate so I wouldn’t hear last night). I look at the display screen. My brother was my worst enemy at this point. He ought to have known by now that Vinnie & I are engaged. Damn. A migraine just came on.

“Don, you better have one hell of a reason to call me at this hour in the morning. I’m trying to sleep. I love you but I’m – “ I don’t get to finish my sentence. That pain in the ass!

“Maggie, you better get that old man on the phone right NOW. I know about the engagement. Our parents are fine with it but I’m not. I’m your older brother; it’s my job to protect you. Besides….what the hell happened? How did it happen? He was your teacher for God’s sake! I know that you’re with him in his bed in his condo” my annoying 31 year old brother said.

“Donny, Vinnie is my fiancé. If you want to speak with him, you better start treating him as well as me with respect. I don’t need our parents’ permission & I sure as hell do NOT need your permission. Our parents like him & see that I’m happy with him. I am 29 years old. I can marry who the hell I want to. What happened is that we saw each other last summer, had chemistry, we dated & I called it quits because it got so serious so fast – I was scared. How it happened? Bro, it was meant to be. No shit with him being my teacher! He was your teacher too!”

I hand my phone off to Vinnie to see if he could talk some sense into my brother – which I highly doubt. Vinnie takes my phone & heads into the other room. I wasn’t worried…Vinnie is a classy guy; MY classy guy. Since Vinnie & I were up for most of the night, I decide to go back to bed while the “boys” duke it out.

I don’t know how long Vinnie was on the phone with the ever annoying brother of mine, but I wake up in Vinnie’s arms. I feel safe, protected….wait. Something was wrong.

“Vin…” I begin.

“Baby, you’re brother’s not going to give you a hard time about us anymore. He calmed down. He knows I’m going to take care of you” Vinnie replied.

“It’s not that, but you didn’t use protection at all, did you?” I ask.

“No, I didn’t. I didn’t think; I’m sorry. Is that what’s wrong?”

“Of sorts” I say as I get out of bed, “I’m going to make some coffee then I’m going to take a shower”

I grab my robe, put it on & head downstairs. I find the coffee beans easily. I’m in heaven….Starbucks coffee beans. There’s nothing in the world that can make me as happy as Starbucks. Once I hear the coffee machine starting to grind the beans, I run upstairs to take a quick shower. I’ve got a ton of things to do. 

I’m out of the shower in record time. As I’m getting dressed in “business attire” I open my Spotify account & rock out to Queen. That Freddie Mercury is something else….what a vocal range! Anyways, once I’ve finished straightening my hair & putting on makeup, I grab my professional files and go downstairs. I fill the largest travel mug I can with coffee, scarf down a banana and tell Vinnie that I’m heading out for a few hours.

As I’m outside, I act as if I’m going to walk to the condo’s garage to get Vinnie’s SUV but I call the limo service that I use often & place a request for my favorite driver. In a matter of a few minutes, Seamus appears in Jag. I hop in the front seat beside him and ask him to bring me to local FBI building. Seamus knows not to ask me questions that deal with professional connotations. In no time, I arrive at the building. I jump out onto the sidewalk in my five inch Jimmy Choo stilettos and face the building. I sigh.

The last time I entered the building, I handed in my resignation and left. I walk in and check in with reception. Minerva’s still at reception. She immediately gives me a visitor’s pass and tells me to go on up to speak with “the boys” who are in the first conference room on the left.

I take the elevator up since I couldn’t climb 25 stories up in these shoes without my feet killing me in the first 5 minutes. I head to the conference room and barge right in.

“Hello, boys,” I say, “Did you miss me?”

Twenty five of the senior members of the FBI in this location stare at me with their jaws on the floor.

“Close your mouths; you don’t want to swallow any bugs, do you?” I ask, “I’m coming back to work. I’m recently engaged to a wonderful man. Once we’re married, we’re moving to Italy & become Italian citizens. I’ll continue to work with you guys as well as work with the Vatican City police. I expect your full cooperation & demand your respect. If there’s nothing else, I’m going back to my condo and continue to plan my wedding. You all have my number. Call me when you decide to have me come back into the office. I’m sure that Monday morning at 6 am works well for everyone? If you’re not there by 5:45 am, don’t bother to come to work anymore. I’ll sign your walking papers. Have a good day, gentlemen!”

I storm out of the conference room, stopping at Minerva’s desk to arrange a permanent identification badge for me as well as arranging my  FBI badge & my FBI issued weapon. I give her a hug and leave. Seamus is still double parked.

I hop into the front seat again & take of my shoes. He speeds off back to the condo. I need more coffee. Once I’m home & upstairs changing, Vince clears his throat but I didn’t hear him.

“How did you get that scar on your shoulder? Looks like a bullet wound gone wrong!”

I gasp & spin around.

“Vinnie, please don’t sneak up on me again. You almost gave me a heart attack!” I reply.

“Marguerite, please answer my question. What happened to your shoulder?”

“You know I was an FBI agent until I retired a year ago, right?” Vinnie nods his head to say yes, “I was on a case involving a kidnapping of someone famous. I hate wearing those bulky Kevlar vests – I wasn’t wearing one that day. The kidnapper took a shot to scare away my team but he had bad aim. I got hit in the shoulder. The bullet didn’t hit any bone, just got lodged in some muscles and ligaments. I made a tourniquet out of a piece of my shirt. Once we had the kidnapper subdued, I then allowed an ambulance to take me to the hospital. Once the ER doctor saw me and how much blood I lost, I was given local anesthetic to numb the area. I was rushed into an operating room, the ER doc and a surgeon came in moments later. They did an emergency surgery to get the bullet out and to repair whatever damages were done to the muscles and ligaments. I was in there for 4 hours. After recovering and going to physical therapy, I still didn’t have great range of motion so I retired. Before my boss signed my walking papers, he asked me if I knew the kidnapper. I told him that I did but didn’t tell him who it was. He got mad, signed my papers and let me go.”

“Oh my word, Marguerite. That’s horrible. How’s your shoulder now? Wait. Where did you go this morning in such a rush?”

“My shoulder acts up once in a while. I went to the office. I’m back on the team but as a consult agent. I’ll still travel with the team on rare occasions.”

“Who was the kidnapper? Could you tell me who it was?”

“Vinnie, I cannot tell you nor can I tell anyone else.”

“Oh. My. Gosh. It was my brother Bobby. That’s why he left us so much money!”

“I’m unable to confirm or deny that it was Bobby,” I say, keeping my face blank. “It’s classified information. I’m not talking about this case or my scar anymore. I’ve already said more than I should’ve. I’m going for a run.”

I change quickly and start for Central Park. I know better to not go by myself on the jogging paths but I go anyways. In order to help regain full range of motion of my shoulder, I took Krav Maga lesson and still continue those lessons. I ended up jogging five miles, sprinted for a mile and full out ran for another three miles.

I sigh. It’s time to go home to the condo and face my fiancé. How was I going to tell him that it wasn’t Bobby who shot me but instead him being the one to protect me? How was I going to tell him that it was my partner from my team that was the kidnapper?

“Vince, after my shower, we need to talk. There’s more that you need to know.”

This shower was a little longer than the shower that I took this morning. After drying off and getting dressed, I drank water as Vinnie was making me a Jack and Coke. I put my glass down on the counter and walk over to him. I gently put my hand on his arm and say his name quietly. He puts the shaker down and faces me. I curled my other arm around his neck to tilt his face towards me; I go on my tip toes to gently kiss my wonderful fiancé.

He puts both arms around me to pull me flush to his body. I feel his desire for me growing as we’re taking our clothes off heading to the living room. He lays me down on the couch and starts to kiss me down my body. Before he goes too far, I tell him to take me now, to make love with me. He reaches for his jeans nearby to get protection, but I stop him. He turns back to me and gently entered me, caressing my body, nipping my neck & kissing me. After what seems so soon, we climax together; him unloading into me, filling me with his essence. I knew at that moment, I was going to make him a father soon.

I had to break it to Vinnie that I’m going back to the office Monday morning. I suggested we get one of the judges I personally know to perform a wedding for us. He loves the idea. I dump the Jack & Coke down the drain as Vince collects our clothes.

I text my mother what the plan is for Monday afternoon and ask her to send the word to immediate family. Both Vince and I turn our phones off so we won’t get disturbed for the next few hours.

As I stretch out on the bed, lying on my back, Vinnie rests his hand on my stomach and smiles. I can tell that he’s excited about being a father. He snakes his hand up to my breasts, giving a slight squeeze. I moan his name and spread my legs, feeling wetness between the apex of my thighs.

He gets on the bed, straddles my hips and adjusts himself between my legs. With one swift thrust, he enters me; I moan his name again. I feel him harden inside me, I moan again. Vinnie looses all control, grabs my hips and ravishes me. We climax together again and I feel him pumping his essence into me again. He lies down next to me and holds me in his arms.

“Amore mio, tu sei la donna più bella che ho visto e sono fortunati ad avere come mia moglie in un paio di giorni. Sono più innamorato di te ogni giorno che passa. Mentre iniziamo la nostra famiglia, non potrei essere più felice di quanto io sono un momento” Vince says.

“I’m not as fluent in Italian as you are, love. What did you say?” I ask.

“I said: ‘My love, you are the most beautiful woman I have seen and am blessed to have as my wife in a few days. I am more in love with you as each day passes. As we start our family, I could not be any happier than I am right now’. You are my life, my everything. I love you.” Vince replies.

As I begin to cry “happy” tears, Vinnie holds me tighter in his arms until we fell asleep. We woke up around 11 pm tonight, hungry – for food. Since we’d been too busy with “certain” activities, we hadn’t done any food shopping. The only thing that we found was bananas that’d be ripe in another day, so we made do. We had bananas and orange juice for dinner.

After eating, Vince went to bed. I snuck into the office. I started up my laptop and turned on the phone. My mother replied saying that she sent the word out and is looking forward to Monday afternoon. The other text I received was from my brother, Don. He said that he’d be there to give me away and that he’s excited to do that because there’ll be someone else to take “care” of me

Luscious Men: A Finale??

As I was lying on the beach with Joe earlier today, I heard my phone ring. I was definitely tempted to chuck my phone into the ocean but instead, I answer my phone. It was my mother. She called to let me know that my brother was trying to get a hold of me since I wasn’t answering my phone; she figured she’d call me. My brother wanted to let me know that our former choir teacher (from high school) had lost his brother last week and that yesterday was the viewing and today was the funeral….my brother wanted me to go, not knowing that I was out of the country.

I asked Mom if my brother had our former teacher’s number. She said yes & that he gave her the number so she could give it to me. I grabbed a pen & wrote the number down on the inside of a smutty paperback book I picked up at the airport in San Jose. We talked for a bit longer about my trip. I know that she knows that Joe & I are sleeping together but she isn’t saying anything – neither do I. I thank her for calling & tell her I love her.

When we hung up, I told Joe that I had a private phone call to make. I grabbed the book (since it had the number written down in it), my phone, a bottle of water and my sunglasses. As I was getting ready to call, I started wondering what I say to a former teacher – with whom I had a little “fling” with during the summer of 2011 – who just lost his brother. Do I tell him that it’s “Principessa” (Italian for Princess) or do I give him my actual name? I wasn’t sure how I was going to identify myself….I figured, like most things, I’d wing it. I call.

“Hello, this is Vince” he said.

“Vinnie…it’s Marguerite” I say.

He starts to cry. I sigh. There’s not much I can do thousands of miles away in another country for a man who’s mourning his older brother. I’m half tempted to hang up. I don’t deal with crying very well….not even when I cry.

Vinnie asks me where I am & how come I didn’t make it to the viewing and funeral. I explained that I was thousands of miles away, little access to the internet & computer (not like I’d be attached to my laptop 24/7 while here in Limon) & that I just found out about an hour ago. Vinnie asks me again where I am. I sigh….again.

“Vinnie, I’m in Limon…..Costa Rica” I reply.

“Are you there with someone? I was going to take you there last Christmas but you weren’t able to go. I can take you someplace else this Christmas” Vin says.

“I’m here with…..an old friend”, I say loosely, “I’ll be home in a few days. I’m sorry to hear about Bobby. He was one funny man. How are the kids and Lisa?”

He tells me that they’re doing ok, missing Bobby & that they want to see Tante Marguerite soon. I loved Angelina, Joseph & Bobby Jr like they were my real niece & nephews. I don’t think it’d be a great idea to see them so soon after losing their father….I don’t want them to hurt them anymore than they’re already hurt; I was planning on telling them when I come home that I’m not going to marry Vinnie. Vinnie’s more of a sherry after dinner & ballroom dancing while I’m more of a Jack & Coke & party until 3 am.

“Marguerite, call me the day you leave Limon. I’ll come pick you and your friend up at the airport; no matter what time of day it is, I’ll be there. I need you in my arms again…come stay with me for a few days when you get home,” Vinnie says. “I miss you.”

 “Um, we already have someone coming to pick us up since we’re using a private jet to fly home. I’m not sure if it’s a good idea if I stay with you for a few days. You’re a little vulnerable right now. I’ll call you to let you know when to expect me at your condo…..I’ll visit for a few hours. Tesoro, mi manchi anche tu (Babe, I miss you too). I have to go. I’ll talk to you soon, ok, Papi?”

I look at my watch, it’s midnight. I was away from Joe for 3 hours. I run back to where we set down our belongings. I slow down when I get close & see a small tent set up for me to change into something warm and dry. I notice Joe in front of the bonfire with a Heineken; my favorite beer. He sees me & walks over.

“I was worried about you. I asked the policia to look for you. They came back saying that you were on the phone for a long time.  Mamacita, is everything ok? Why are you crying?” Joe said.

“I’m sorry to worry you. My brother tried to get a hold of me but couldn’t so Mom called me. My friend’s brother died last week….I had to call to see if he was ok. I have to leave first thing in the morning. You stay here & enjoy the rest of the vacation. I’ll fly coach & catch a cab”.

Joe nods his head understanding I was talking about Vinnie. Joe & I had already talked about the relationship that Vinnie & I had last summer. We sat at the bonfire for a little while, drinking Heineken and eating hot dogs we cooked by using the fire. When I fell asleep on the blanket moments after eating, Joe arranges the fire to be put out by the friends that came with us & our area to be cleaned up. I wake up slightly when I feel someone pick me up to carry me back to the hotel a few hundred feet away.

I’m still semi awake when we return to the hotel. I hear Joe speak in hushed tones. He’s talking with airport to see when the first flight back is to the US. I hear him make two other calls but can’t make out what he’s saying or who he’s talking to.

“Mags wake up, please. I found a flight for you. It’s in an hour. Go take a shower while I pack for us. I’m coming home with you.”

I mumble a response & stumble to the bathroom to take a shower. The hot water feels so good….I take a long shower because I had so much sand stuck to me & in my hair. I finally get out & find warm clothes to change into. Joe asks if I’m ready, knowing full well that I didn’t want to leave. We get to the airport with seconds to spare to get on the flight. As soon as I sat down in my seat, I fell asleep. I was undisturbed by the severe turbulence & bad weather on the flight home.

When we landed & went through customs, I’m shocked to see who’s there. I was not surprised my parents were there but I was shocked that Vinnie was there too. I guess the two phone calls that Joe had made were to my parents and to Vinnie while I was in the shower. I hug my parents first then go hug Vinnie.

“Mags, we brought you more clothes. We’ll take the ones you brought home. Go with Vince. He needs you right now, ok, honey?” Mom says.

“Thanks, Mom. I’ll call you when we get to his condo” I reply, curious why she was so kosher with me spending time with one guy (my age) then spending time with another guy (almost 20 years my senior). Being too tired to think, I didn’t ask.

“Thank you for the trip to Limon, Joe. I’m sorry I had to end it so soon” I say.

Joe hugs me and whispers that he understands.

“Keep in contact, amor” Joe says, “I’m always here for you”.

I nod my thanks & turn to Vince, taking his hand.

“Let’s go home, il mio amore. I slept on the plane. I’ll drive us” I tell Vinnie.

“Marguerite, I know this is terrible timing but I need to do this now….I know that this isn’t how you wanted it to happen but I can’t wait any longer” Vin says pulling a small Tiffany’s box out of his pocket. “Principessa, I love you more than I can put into words. I knew the moment I saw you last summer. When you told me that you were unable to go to Limon, I exchanged the tickets for tickets to fly in to Rome, Italy…We’ll stay in Italy for as long as you want. Please say yes”.

Vinnie is now on one knee & the box from Tiffany’s open. I see the MOST exquisite platinum ring that I’d ever seen, the one I desired for years, the ring that NOT a single soul knew that I wanted.

“Get up off the floor, old man! I’ve waited for such a long time for you to ask me. Oh, Vincenzo, I knew I loved you since I was your student. Yes, Vinnie, I’ll marry you!”

My fiancé (I’m ENGAGED!) took the magnificent ring out of the box & put it on my ring finger. We were both crying. He kisses me….I’m in the arms of the man I’ve loved for so long, no longer caring about the age difference, not caring that he’s ten years younger than my parents. I hug my parents & Joe one last time before I headed home with Vinnie.

Before Vinnie & I leave the parking lot of the airport, he’s fast asleep, gently snoring…at 9 am. By the time we arrive to his, I mean OUR condo; it’s almost time for lunch. I gently shake his arm to wake him up. He opens his eyes slowly, muttering that he can’t believe I said “yes”. He looks at me & I see lust and desire in his eyes. We get out of the SUV, leaving my luggage in the SUV and head inside.

“Vinnie”, I say, “are you hungry? I’ll make you some lunch. What do you want?”

“My beautiful flower, I’m hungry for you. I want you.”

As we go to our room, we leave articles of our clothing on the floor, leaving a trail behind us. We spend the rest of the afternoon in bed….sleeping & making love. My fiancé’s sexual appetite matches mine.

We finally leave the bedroom around dusk & order pizza for dinner. As we eat, we start talking & planning the wedding. We couldn’t figure it all out tonight but we do know that we want to get married in the next two months in a small ceremony & honeymoon in Italy for 3 or so months. I learned several things in our discussion tonight. In Bobby’s will, Bobby left most of his money to his wife, I’m sorry, widow and children……and left Vinnie & I fifteen MILLION dollars, Vinnie retired from teaching & that we could move to Italy if we wanted and eventually become Italian citizens.

****I’ve learned my lesson during this very short time of having a blog. The person that you least suspect will most likely be the one that you marry. I never had any intentions of falling in love with Vinnie & he never had any intentions of falling in love with me. I’ve spent the past eleven years, wasting time on guys who I knew weren’t the right one/s for me. A chance encounter ten years after graduating high school leads me to my one true luscious man. I don’t need any other man than Vinnie & he doesn’t need any other female than me.

Good night, everyone. My fiancé is calling me to bed. It looks like I’m going to be coming home early instead of staying out until 3 am. I’m not complaining one bit.

Please let me know if you want updates on the engagement, wedding plans & the Italian citizenship.

Luscious Men: Road Construction & a Nightmare

I've had some road construction done to my road on & off this week before flying down here to visit friends in Limon, Costa Rica. As a fair skinned Northern American (blonde hair, blue eyes & sun burn even with SPF 70 with UVA/UVB protection), I stand out here where everyone has an olive complexion with dark features - various shades of brown to black hair & everyone has brownish eyes.
The road crew were supposed to ring the door bell before they started near my house so I didn't have to wake up with a panic attack or anxiety attack....but NO, they didn't. The one morning, they started at 7 am (I'd just fallen asleep around 4 am - I have insomnia to an extent). I called the office of the road crew to raise hell. The boss said he's send a foreman down to my house in a little bit. Since I was up & no chance of going back to sleep, I let the dogs out in the fenced - in back yard, brushed my teeth & took a shower.
As I stepped out of the shower & wrapped around myself, I heard the door bell ring. Since my bathroom is just above the front door (on the second floor), I said that I'd be down in a second. I put in my contacts, brushed my hair & down the stairs I ran....still wrapped in a towel.
I yanked the door open, stubbing my big toe & screamed: "Oh, fuck!". I hobbled outside & closed the door - we have a cat that likes to escape when there's an open door. I looked up & there's my old classmate from elementary school, Joe (real name). Good Lord, I was in a BIG pile of trouble. He went from '90's glasses, bad hair cuts & braces to a gorgeous model! Joe turned into actual model - an international model! Last time he saw me was in the mid '90's at the end of 4th grade....we were 10 yrs old! Who knew what 19 yrs could do! I was about to turn into a puddle of mush.
All of a sudden, the light bulb over his head turned on full force. He asked me if I am who he thought I was. I asked who he thought I was. He spit out my name. I said: "Yes, that's me!". I invited him in. When we got inside, I ran upstairs to get dressed...the genius I am, I was wrapped in a short towel & parts of my goodies could be seen....when I was running upstairs, he got to see a full moon in broad day light! Thank God I shaved my legs that morning!
I came back down, offered him some coffee & asked him how I could help him. He said that he was doing a buddy a favor for the company who was doing the road work - his friend called out sick that day & asked Joe to step in for him (Joe worked for this company in high school).
I asked what brought him to my house. He said that he wanted to speak to the home owners "Mr & Mrs X". I said that they were my parents & they had already left for work. He raised an eyebrow because their last name is different than mine. I jogged Joe's memory saying that my mother remarried while we were in 3rd grade, took my step father's last name while I kept my biological father's last name. All he said was: "Oh".
As I was looking Joe over (as he was checking to see if I was engaged or married), I realized that he's HOTTER than my professional lawn mowing neighbor's nephew Matt. As a fellow Italian (think he's either half Italian or 100 % Italian), he's got the "typical" Italian looks; the black hair, brown hair, high cheek bones, 6 pack abs (he was wearing a SUPER tight shirt when he stopped by), slight Roman nose, kissable lips & mega watt smile. I had to be careful to NOT drool....that was very hard to do.
Joe was letting me know of the work that the road crew was going to do & asked when I needed my driveway (they were going to re pave the bottom 3 ft of the driveway). I said that I didn't need much of the driveway until the next day. Out of the blue, he asked if I had a boyfriend & I told him I didn't & that I wasn't in the right place at the moment. He saw me tear up & tried to grab my hand. Very abruptly I told him that he should get back to work. He asked what was wrong & what caused me to be in the place I am now. As I tried to get him to get back outside to work, I started to sob. He tried to hug me but couldn't because I slapped his face & told him that he's like the rest of the nasty guys I knew.
He said: "Babe, we've known each other since kindergarten & haven't seen each other in 19 years! You should know me enough to know I'd NEVER do anything to hurt you. I know that you had a reason to slap me...I'm NOT mad that you did. I'd like to know why you did".
As if I wasn't a big enough hot mess already, I broke down & told him what happened. I explained I knew this kid about 3 yrs younger than us from a mutual friend of ours. One night about 3 yrs ago, we had hooked up before his 10 month military tour of Iraq. Whenever he was home from the Middle East & home from his base in the south, we'd hook up - no emotional attachment, just hook ups. About a year and half ago (close to 2 yrs ago), he & his platoon were sent to Afghanistan for 8 months....they were there for about 9 months. When he came home again that September, he was different....hardened. The hook ups weren't like they'd been before...when I told him to stop, he'd stop. Not this time around when he got home....I'd have to beat on his body enough for him to realize I meant stop.
One night not too long after he came home, he invited me over. I noticed a car I didn't recognize. I went inside & upstairs to his room. There's the hook up guy & a buddy of his from the same platoon. They were rather buzzed, lounging rather closely on the bed, wearing just their jeans. I said: "I'm not asking & I'm not telling. I'll see you guys after your post coital moment!". So I went back downstairs to wait for a few minutes before leaving. The hook up guy said that there wasn't anything going on between them, just waiting for me to come over & go upstairs. So I went back upstairs with him. His buddy went to one of the spare rooms before I came back up. The hook up guy & I start messing around a bit....his buddy came in the room buck naked. I told the buddy to leave the room & to close the door behind him but he didn't. The hook up guy penetrated me without protection. I kept telling him to stop, pull out & put on protection. He didn't...I started to scream "STOP!!!" at the top of my lungs....he slapped me. He continued to rape me as his buddy was laughing & watching, eventually holding me down as I still kept screaming for him to stop. His buddy place a ball gag in my mouth so the neighbors couldn't hear me. After it was placed in my mouth, I was flipped over onto my stomach by the hook up guy & he penetrated my tail end. I tried to tell him "No" & "Stop" but all he & his buddy heard was me muffling....thinking that I was enjoying it. The hook up guy, thinking I was enjoying him in my tail end, was getting rougher. His buddy took a leather belt & started to flail it against my bare back. I was in so much pain from the belt whipping me & being roughly penetrated in my tail end, I was crying. After the hook up guy climaxed again, this time in my tail end, he & his buddy switched places.
The buddy flipped me onto my whipped back (which hurt when I got slammed onto the mattress). The buddy penetrated me vaginally, with out protection, as I tried to push him off...I was punching him & kicking him the best I could but the hook up buddy started to hold me down. I tried to tell him to stop but couldn't because the ball gag was still in my mouth. He climaxed twice inside me before flipping me over onto my stomach. He, too, penetrated my tail end - which was still sore from the hook up guy. It hurt me so much when he penetrated me there, I started to cry all over again - still unable to scream because of the ball gag. My back was still being beaten by the leather belt but the hook up guy thought I was being "trouble" so he used the metal buckle against my back instead of the leather. The buddy was turned on by this & finally climaxed.
They got dressed, took out the gag & left me bruised & in pain on the bed. I finally got up off the bed & got dressed. The guys had already left. I went home & took a shower...burning my clothes in the fire place. A few days later, I went to the police but they said that couldn't do anything at all. I asked why. They said it was the word of two military guys against mine - a civilian. I made many attempts on filing complaints on these guys....but the police wouldn't do anything & neither would any of the attorneys that I saw.”
After telling this to Joe, doing the only thing he could, the poor guy, was hold me. I told him after a bit that the worst thing that came out of the horrid night is I got pregnant & several months later, I had an abortion...being raped by two different guys on the same night, I couldn't tell who the father was. I felt horrible about the abortion (and to this day I still do). Joe said that I shouldn't feel bad at all - I didn't want a nightmare attached to a baby....he said that he'd rather me keep the baby but he knew I couldn't. He said that if he & I had been in contact with each other at the time of the rape & him knowing that I got pregnant, he would've married me....and would've learned to love me.
Everyday that week, last week, Joe came by with the road crew...he'd stop by everyday whether it was for coffee, to talk or for me to make him a sandwich for lunch.
Last Thursday, a week ago today, when Joe stopped by, I went up to him & gave him a hug - it was usually the other way around. He kissed my cheek. He told me that he'd like to "make love" with me but if only I wanted to. I led him straight upstairs to my bedroom & spent a few hours there, making love....he stopped when I asked him to...him not pushing me when he wanted to.
On Sunday, he stopped by. Mom recognized him immediately. Joe explained that he'd wave to me during the week, knowing who I was immediately & we talked on his lunch breaks. He said that even though he & I  didn't my parents permission to fly here to Limon to visit mutual friends but as a man of honor, he asked for their blessing that we, as friends, travel together. From one Italian to another, a blessing from the family is a HUGE thing. Mom said that we had her blessing, she called me downstairs. I acted surprised that Joe was here & acted surprised about the 10 day trip.
Joe asked me how fast it'd take me to pack, I said: "Watch me!". With the help of Joe, it took me only 45 minutes to pack...we were on a flight that night. We have another few days here in paradise...ending each night with Joe in my bed with me....with him either holding me, cracking jokes or making love.....sometimes all three.
When we leave here, it'll go back to normal. Joe & I will live separate lives.....keeping in occasional contact.