Open Sesame

By: Hank Horne
(© 2018-2019 by the author)

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Chapter 27

The Friday before Labor Day weekend, Howie sent me a message.  “Got some good news and some bad news.  Lunch tomorrow, same bat-place, same bat-time. H.”  We happened to arrive at the same time, greeting each other and walking in together.  He had arranged the private dining room for us.  We ordered before getting down to the nitty-gritty. 

“Which do you want first?  The good news or the bad news?” he asked.

“Lay the bad news on me first.”

“The bad news is that Jim Guthrie is on the up and up with his retirement.  He really has retired from the State Department and has the highest recommendations from every Secretary of State and Ambassador he has worked for.  The same is true of his time with the Supreme Court.  He is aggressive in his determination to do any job thoroughly and get to the full results he wants.  According to my sources, he can be ruthless when he wants to.”

“So, what’s the good news?” I asked.

“He’s the sonuvabitch I thought he was – regardless how good he feels wrapped around your dick!” Howie replied.

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Then do I need to look out for treachery and subterfuge when dealing with him?  How far can I trust him, or do I need to have him observed all the time?”

“That’s the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question.  I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.  But I don’t like him, so I’m biased, and would keep a figurative eye on him.  He’ll probably do a great job for you, but ….”

“I’ve been warned,” I finished his statement for him.

“If you would like, I’ll personally plant a bug this far up his ass, so you can keep tabs on him twenty-four – seven,” Howie indicated by grabbing his right bicep as he raised his fist in the air.  “And yes, you can watch!”

I put the fingers of both hands at my temples and closed my eyes.  “I need a pill,” I told Howie.

“What? An aspirin?” he asked.

“Something stronger.”

“A Nembutal?”  I shook my head.  “A Seconal?”  I shook my head again.  “Do you need a Tramadol?”   I shook my head repeatedly.  “What do you need?” he asked.

“Something that is better than all those pills and takes care of everything.”

“What?”

“A Dammittal!”  I answered, looking sheepish.

“You sonuva….  No! You’re the bitch!”  Howie glared at me.  “And you’re paying for lunch today too!” He slapped the chit down on my plate.  “Scheeze!”  Howie stood, pulled out his wallet and dropped a Lincoln on the table as he said, “Let’s get out of here before I get arrested for choking you out right here.”

I picked up the ticket, wiping a greasy spot off it, then dropped another Lincoln beside it as we walked out of the room.  The server came in as we left, and we thanked each other.  I paid the bill at the register, then Howie and I said our good-byes outside. 

“Suburban Hospital is just a few blocks down Old Georgetown Road, but I don’t think they have a mental ward.  Maybe they can give you a referral to Saint Elizabeth’s.  Dammittal.  I don’t believe it.”

We hugged and went our ways.  I had a lot to think about.  ‘Do I really need another jinni just to keep an eye on Jim?  Could we use any more jinn?  I don’t think so.  Jamal and Arman probably can handle him because things should pretty much run themselves after the ranch is operating smoothly.  Until then?  What do you think, Jamal?”  I knew he was reading my thoughts.

‘It would be nice to have some more company, but not necessary,’ Jamal answered mentally.  ‘We can survey him and listen to him frequently.  We can also listen to his telephone calls to know what he thinks.’

‘I don’t want to put too much on you and Arman, because you are dealing with all the trainees.”

‘The trainees are doing very well.  They have a regular schedule now.  Fitness exercises every morning and evening, classes every day except your Sunday.  They learn their specialties and how to interact with real people every day.  They learn dance, music, singing, cooking, making beds, how to wash clothes, gymnastics, bodybuilding ….  No, they do not take bad drugs to make them big.  They do exercises, like walking and pushing-ups on their hands.  They all can do one hundred push-ups on their hands.  They learn acrobatics and different martial arts.  They master one martial art and are very good with three others, but they know a little about all,’ Jamal explained to me.  ‘Every night, they practice sucking big cocks, so they can, how you say deep throat the biggest.  They also learn to take all cocks up their ass, and practice squeezing them with their ass muscle.’

‘I’m sure you and Arman give them lots of practice with all size dicks, both orally and anally.  How they interact with humans is most important,’ I emphasized to Jamal.  ‘They will need to be very correct in their behavior to both men and women.  Do they get to practice with the hermaphrodites?’ I asked him.

‘Oh yes.  All the men get to fuck the women’s holes once every month, and they learn to use their tongues on the women’s holes, and their breasts too.   They practice being easy on women and learn when to be rough on women.’

‘It all sounds good, Jamal.  You both have everything under control.  I’ll still think about two more jinn for our family.’

* * * * *

The first week in October, the six of us {alright – the eight of us} made the trek to Atlanta to observe the progress being made.  It was exciting to see all the buildings completed.  When we arrived, the cranes were installing the tinted, insulated windows to enclose the indoor pool area. 

The palace is all rock façade and glass, and the approach will dazzle everyone.  Outside the front entrance is a huge fountain arrangement.  There are three life-size horses with nude riders inside a round pool, each carved from a single block of marble – a brown marble stallion ridden by a Native American nude warrior; a black marble stallion ridden by a nude with Negro features; a white marble stallion with a Caucasian featured nude rider.  The horses are rearing on their hind legs with water spouting from their life-size erect penises.  The riders are riding bareback, also with full erections.  The water spouting from each horse meet at the middle of the fountain; water spouting from the riders shoots between the horses’ erect ears, so it runs down over their faces.  The water is heated so it should keep flowing, even in freezing weather. 

As one enters the palace through double glass doors, the foyer is immense.  To the left is the full glass window looking into the pool and hot tub.  Just in front of it is a curved staircase leading to the second floor, and to the right are the ‘ballroom’ and dining room.  At the very back is the library, with the elevator behind the staircase and next to the pool entrance. 

When Greta and I were teenagers, our parents took us to Europe one summer.  The tour of the Rosenborg Palace in Copenhagen, Denmark, blew me away with all the patterns of parquet flooring in the place.  That was the inspiration for the flooring in my ‘palace.’  Each room and foyer on the main floor has its own pattern and several wood tones to add to the designs.  The hall around the balcony begins with a starburst at the head of the stairs, then arrow effects lead both ways until they meet at the front of the house with a smaller starburst effect.  You can tell, this is my pride and joy!

We went upstairs to look out over the indoor pool from the balcony of one of the guest bedrooms.  It gives the impression of a natural lagoon.  At the far end, the rock formation has a cave at pool level, then rises to a hot-tub with steps leading to it, and on above that to the top of the cone, or volcano shape with the fountain spilling over to run down the rocks into the pool.  Ferns will be placed among the rocks, but the pool water will be channeled around them. A lap lane goes from the indoor pool to the outdoor pool at the back of the house.   The deep end of the pool next to the house has a double wall of aquarium quality glass so people in the fitness center and the orgy room can watch swimmers through the fresh-water fish in their full-length home.

Work on the interiors was in progress.  Built-in fixtures were in place and the rooms were being painted.  The color scheme for each guest suite matches the hues of Wedgewood porcelain – blue, green or lavender.  The suite for Maji and me is in Wedgewood cream color.  My mother collected Wedgewood, and when she learned from Lord Wedgewood in the mid-1960s that they were discontinuing the lavender color, she bought up all she could get her hands on.  So, I’m using that as the model for the suite designs.  The walls are painted in the three shades with accents in cream color bas-relief Grecian figures. 

The main level features white backgrounds with ruby and burgundy dominant accents off-set by rich blues, greens, yellows and lavenders. Gold trim will be in the ‘ballroom’ and the dining room.  A baby-grand Steinway will be in the ‘ballroom,’ with space for a combo to perform.  Across from the piano, there will be a vintage Wurlitzer theater organ.  Off the ballroom and the dining room will be a large solarium, with potted foliage and patio furniture.  The dining room will carry the same color theme.  The library will have cedar paneling and brass accents.  This room will house the large wall-TV and electronics of every type.  Surround-sound speakers will be located on every wall.  The kitchen will be a chef’s dream with areas set for each type of food preparation.  A warming and chilling area will be located between the kitchen and dining room, so plates can be prepared and held until needed.  A casual dining area will be in the back also for the house staff, Maji and me to use regularly.

From there, we went over to the apartment complex. The office building resembles the palace.  The front driveway also has a portico type cover.  Instead of a fountain with horses, this fountain has two dolphins on tracka, circling half the circumference, then sharply turning at the center to pass next to each other, as the water sprays them.  There is a nude young man (one Nordic and one Arab features) riding each dolphin with his hand stretched out so that they almost touch but passing just above or below the other. 

* * * * *

Halloween morning started out normally at the apartments.  Maji and I had breakfast in our apartment, then sat together in the living room, enjoying an extra cup of coffee.  It was time to assemble the staff at the ranch. 

“Jamal,” I called.

“Armand,” Maji said.

The jinn walked around the corner from the spare room we used as an office. “You called, Master?” they said together, in their perfect imitation of Lurch from ‘The Addams Family.’

“Tonight’s the night,” I commented.  “When your guys go to sleep tonight, it’s time to put them into a coma so they can be moved to the largest studio in the video production building.  Tomorrow morning, we will meet them when you awaken them, and let them know what to expect from us for the next several years.  Before you do awaken them, let them know what is about to happen so they won’t be completely confused, or even afraid of what they don’t understand.”

“When they awake, they should be sitting on folding chairs, wearing shorts, T-shirts and sandals,” Maji continued.  “There should be breakfast food and coffee in the smaller studio for them to eat and return to their chairs.  When they’re back from breakfast, let us know and we’ll come in and take our places on the platform that will be in front of them.  So, we’ll need two six-foot tables set up with six chairs behind them.”

“Please make sure they all get a good, full-night’s rest and are anxious to get busy settling into what will be the routine around here,” I added.  “Do you guys have any questions for us?”

“We think we understand what you want for this ‘staff meeting,’” Jamal answered.  “We have a day to prepare all of the people to meet you.”

To be continued... 

Posted: 01/04/19