03-04-2019, 04:46 PM
5. Don't hesitate to Skype if you need anything. I mean, I know YOU don't NEED anything, but Troy's right yet a-fucking-gain: Doing what we do, the three of us (and soon Susan too) have problems that, as far as we know, nobody else in the world can relate to. So we owe it to ourselves and each other to always keep lines of communication open if one of us needs to talk. We'll both respect that.
Troy says we've got to be going, if we're going to make our 12:30 takeoff. In addition to his having class on Monday, he thinks it might be a good idea to be out of San Finzione airspace before 1. If you get this in time, maybe you can take the helicopter to the airport and say goodbye.
Go Deeper and Understand, Mistress,
Julie*
Helen folded the letter back up with closed eyes and a smile and whispered a quiet "Mmm...thank you, Mistress" to the empty room before calling the roof to tell them to have the helicopter ready in fifteen minutes, only to find that Maria had suggested it before leaving and it'd been prepped for takeoff for the past half hour. She turned on the room lights and scrambled to find something to wear.
* * *
Something was happening between 12 and 2 in San Finzione.
Uniformed security officermen arrived and set up posts at the park entrance. Many of them were plain-clothes officers who'd decided to bring their uniforms with them that day and start changing when the noon bells rang.
It'd been a strange week for many of them. Most had spent the past few days assigned to an odd surveillance detail. Anyone who'd asked the Prefect about it was told that it was some readiness exercise that had been ordered by the government. It'd seemed odd to all of them, shadowing a pair of American tourists. Especially since the tourists had been so nice to them: Coming up to their cars with coffee and sandwiches, asking about their personal lives; just being really good sports about having seemingly been singled out for this, especially for having to work a detail that the woman had described accurately as "Complete bullshit, when there's real security officer work you could be doing."
Conversing with and accepting food and drink from subjects of a surveillance was, of course, a major violation of the rules, but so was wasting their time on this idiotic readiness drill, and all of them who hadn't forgotten that they'd even had the conversations chose to leave them out of their reports. They'd agreed that they may as well guard the city park entrances during their lunch break that day and prevent anyone with children or who wasn't wearing a Zorro mask to enter. So that's what they were doing today.
Well, it felt like a better use of their time, anyway. Most of the rest of the force today had been assigned as security for some special guests who'd been at La Contessa's ball the night before and were giving them a full security officer escort to the airport. Apparently these people were so important that those assigned had been woken in the middle of the night with the call to show up in parade dress outfits that morning, and right now, every other cop, vehicle, K-9 Unit and horse patrol was on that assignment.
As they turned away families with children and refused to answer their questions about why all these people in masks were being allowed to enter freely, some wondered about that themselves, but then quickly decided not to think about it.
Many of the people in the masks were confused about why they'd come, themselves. Some had been in bars, some had been in church, and some had either responded to a personal ad on Craigslist or met someone who'd responded to their own ad earlier in the week.
Their encounters had all been the same. Some had met a handsome man or a couple, but most had vague memories of a beautiful woman with unusual hair who'd spent their meetings talking to them about their own relationships and love lives. Mostly if there'd been someone in their own lives whom they'd been attracted to and was available but either never considered them or they were too nervous to speak to them. The person had also inquired about how to find the subject of their heart's desire. All had been contacted again the next evening by one of the people and had either been told to move on and that the beautiful couple knew someone else that was perfect for them, or that the couple had a way to make things work between them.
Troy says we've got to be going, if we're going to make our 12:30 takeoff. In addition to his having class on Monday, he thinks it might be a good idea to be out of San Finzione airspace before 1. If you get this in time, maybe you can take the helicopter to the airport and say goodbye.
Go Deeper and Understand, Mistress,
Julie*
Helen folded the letter back up with closed eyes and a smile and whispered a quiet "Mmm...thank you, Mistress" to the empty room before calling the roof to tell them to have the helicopter ready in fifteen minutes, only to find that Maria had suggested it before leaving and it'd been prepped for takeoff for the past half hour. She turned on the room lights and scrambled to find something to wear.
* * *
Something was happening between 12 and 2 in San Finzione.
Uniformed security officermen arrived and set up posts at the park entrance. Many of them were plain-clothes officers who'd decided to bring their uniforms with them that day and start changing when the noon bells rang.
It'd been a strange week for many of them. Most had spent the past few days assigned to an odd surveillance detail. Anyone who'd asked the Prefect about it was told that it was some readiness exercise that had been ordered by the government. It'd seemed odd to all of them, shadowing a pair of American tourists. Especially since the tourists had been so nice to them: Coming up to their cars with coffee and sandwiches, asking about their personal lives; just being really good sports about having seemingly been singled out for this, especially for having to work a detail that the woman had described accurately as "Complete bullshit, when there's real security officer work you could be doing."
Conversing with and accepting food and drink from subjects of a surveillance was, of course, a major violation of the rules, but so was wasting their time on this idiotic readiness drill, and all of them who hadn't forgotten that they'd even had the conversations chose to leave them out of their reports. They'd agreed that they may as well guard the city park entrances during their lunch break that day and prevent anyone with children or who wasn't wearing a Zorro mask to enter. So that's what they were doing today.
Well, it felt like a better use of their time, anyway. Most of the rest of the force today had been assigned as security for some special guests who'd been at La Contessa's ball the night before and were giving them a full security officer escort to the airport. Apparently these people were so important that those assigned had been woken in the middle of the night with the call to show up in parade dress outfits that morning, and right now, every other cop, vehicle, K-9 Unit and horse patrol was on that assignment.
As they turned away families with children and refused to answer their questions about why all these people in masks were being allowed to enter freely, some wondered about that themselves, but then quickly decided not to think about it.
Many of the people in the masks were confused about why they'd come, themselves. Some had been in bars, some had been in church, and some had either responded to a personal ad on Craigslist or met someone who'd responded to their own ad earlier in the week.
Their encounters had all been the same. Some had met a handsome man or a couple, but most had vague memories of a beautiful woman with unusual hair who'd spent their meetings talking to them about their own relationships and love lives. Mostly if there'd been someone in their own lives whom they'd been attracted to and was available but either never considered them or they were too nervous to speak to them. The person had also inquired about how to find the subject of their heart's desire. All had been contacted again the next evening by one of the people and had either been told to move on and that the beautiful couple knew someone else that was perfect for them, or that the couple had a way to make things work between them.
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