Tales of the eKids: E-man Loves Emmy © 2004 by Andrew
Wiggin
Part 20
The Attorney General of the United States thought that
first he’d try the easy way. He had his secretary place a
call to (where was it?), Statesboro, Georgia. He thought,
‘we won Georgia pretty easily. Maybe they’ll do what I tell
them to do without too many questions.’
His phone buzzed and he picked it up. “Whom am I
speaking to?”
“This is Chief McArthur of the Statesboro Police
Department.”
“Chief, Bill Ashton here. The President asked that I
give you a call. There’s a bit of a problem in your neck of
the woods and we thought you would be the man to help us
clean it up.”
“Well, Mr. Attorney General, is there something going
on down here that I don’t know about? Everything is pretty
quiet, far as I can tell.”
“Yes, well, it’s these individuals that call themselves
‘New Man’. After a thorough investigation it has been
determined that they are not human beings and in fact may be
a serious subversive threat to the United States of America.
We have decided that in their own best interests we should
place them in protective custody. Then we can safely
determine exactly how extensive a threat they are to
society.”
There was a pause at the other end of the line.
Finally he heard, “Are you asking me to arrest the entire
population of New Man University? Do you know how many kids
they have there? It’s something like a couple thousand,
maybe more. My lockup handles eight perps at most. Where
the hell do you want me to put them?”
The A.G. realized no one had thought of this particular
contingency. Hell, no one had thought of any particular
contingency. He was flying by the seat of his pants on this
crazy whim of the Vice President’s.
“Well, Chief, how about you just place the campus under
martial law. Put a few officers at the entrances and don’t
allow anyone in or out. Then I’ll organize things at my end
and we’ll handle it from there on out.”
There was another pause at the other end of the line,
and the A.G. imagined that this particular chief of police
must think him to be one crazy motherfucker.
“Ahem. Uh, Mr. Attorney General, do you have federal
warrants to arrest these kids?”
“Well, not exactly. Since they aren’t human, it’s been
decided that those formalities are unnecessary. We just
want you to place them in custody. We’ll take it from
there.”
The A.G. heard the Chief snort at the other end of the
line.
“Well, Mr. Attorney General”, (the A.G. imagined he
heard contempt in the voice of this small town cop). “To be
perfectly frank, they are about the best citizens we have
around here. That campus has been there for almost ten
years and we haven’t had a single complaint from anyone.
The only time me or any of my officers has been there was
for events we were invited to. And now you’re telling me
that some bean counter in Washington has decided that these
kids aren’t human? And you want me to arrest the whole kit
and caboodle of them? Without a warrant? No offense sir,
but do you think I’ve lost my mind?”
The A.G. was getting angry. Why can’t this dumb-ass
local cop just do as he is told?
“Chief, if you can’t handle legitimate requests from
the President of the United States of America, I guess I’ll
have to find a patriotic officer who can. I’ll give this
assignment to the County Sheriff.”
“Mr. Attorney General, you won’t find a cop in Georgia
who will carry out this nutty assignment. Did you know that
New Man Incorporated has paid for the schooling of tens of
thousands of the kids of Georgia cops?
“Hell, they sent two of my own kids through the
University of Georgia. I happen to know that the Sheriff of
Buford County has a kid in college right now, Wake Forest I
think it is. And New Man Inc. has given him a free ride.
“You go calling him to arrest those little kids and
he’ll tell you to stick the phone up your ass. No offense
intended, sir.”
With that, the Chief of Police of Statesboro, Georgia
hung up on the Attorney General of the United States of
America. It never failed to amaze him the bullshit those
rear-echelon motherfuckers in Washington could come up with.
He decided to place a call to Drew Adkins.
Part 21
“Hi, Daddy!” Emma Adkins was always pleased to speak
to her father. She loved him madly.
“Emmy, it’s shit hitting fan time. I just got a call
from the Chief of Police. The feds are going to be after us
as soon as they can find someone willing to do it. My guess
is they’ll call out the National Guard. What defenses do
you have in place?”
“Daddy, we’re ready for them. Our first line of
defense is the old ‘hide in plain sight’ thing we thought
up. I’m pretty sure that will hold them for a while.”
When New Man University was in its planning stages,
Andrew Adkins had engaged an architectural firm to design a
modern campus with an antebellum feel about it. The
buildings were well under way before Andrew found that his
brilliant little boys had a better idea – build the whole
thing underground. Emma (all of seven years old at the
time) had convinced him to finish the buildings that had
been started and then build the boys’ design about a half
mile down the road.
Any maps that showed the location of New Man University
retained the old coordinates. Any global positioning system
would lead a visitor to the middle of the original quad.
Since the only local signs pointing to New Man University
were virtual signs, they were turned off at Emma’s command.
A machine kept for just this purpose in the maintenance
shed of the real New Man U. immediately was employed to sod
the road leading into the university. A hydraulic mechanism
lifted the road where it entered the college, and a final
piece swung into place joining the roadway with the
surrounding countryside.
In minutes what had been a well-defined road leading
down into the bowels of New Man University became just
another country field.
The original campus was now used for community
functions. It opened its doors to a church or two that was
currently without a building. In the summer, Andrew and his
lawyer buddy Jake Randolph ran a tennis camp there. So the
buildings looked lived in. They also looked empty.
A day later, when a Georgia National Guard unit
appeared at the group of buildings the map told them was New
Man University, not a soul was in sight. The young
lieutenant in charge considered his options.
He turned to his sergeant.
“Well, Sarge, there doesn’t appear to be anyone here to
arrest. Got any suggestions?”
“What do they think we are, the FB fuckin’ I? If they
aren’t here, how can we find ‘em? LT, we ought to report
back and take the rest of the weekend off.”
“Good plan, Sergeant. Pack ‘em up and move ‘em out.
We can pick up some Mickey D’s on the way back to the
armory.”
Part 22
Life went on as usual at New Man University. The
cameras used to pipe down the views of the outside world
were virtually indistinguishable from the grass surrounding
them so the campus retained an open-air feel while remaining
totally subterranean and undetected.
Elle and Emma Adkins were meeting in Emma’s office.
Elle and Eamon Turner had recently returned from Eamon’s
home in Florida.
“How did it go down there? What did you think of his
family?”
Elle shrugged. “They were about what we expected. A
lot of gorgeous smart women. Some strong handsome men.
Everyone rich. His grandmother is very impressive. She’s
beautiful and seems to be in charge of the family business,
kind of like our Mommas. And of course, Jake Turner is all
man. And he seemed to like me. Oh, and so did his sister.
I didn’t need to be a mind reader to know she wanted to
throw me on the ground and ravish me.
“Come to think of it, I’d say most of the men and the
majority of the women there would have welcomed me into
their beds. I’m not ready for such a complicated existence
nor will I ever be. I’m just a little country girl from
Georgia. I’m a one-man girl. I’m also a no-girl girl, if
you know what I mean.”
Emma laughed. “Edie and Eddie insist that we don’t
know what we are missing.”
“Don’t start with me, Emma! Boy on girl was good
enough for our parents and it’s good enough for us. Those
two girls have convinced themselves that they are
masturbating when they do each other. I don’t know how you
feel, but that sure sounds like a bit of a stretch to me.”
Emma had a warm smile on her face. “You’re right.
What E-man does to me is plenty. After eighteen years of
listening to Donnie and Dee Dee’s blood-curdling screams, I
wanted to do some screaming myself. You’ve gotta admit,
Elle, that those two must be obsessed with sex. Every day,
week in, week out, year in, year out. Aren’t you just a bit
interested in what Daddy does to those two to make them so
darned enthusiastic?”
Elle turned a little red. “If Daddy offered to explain
it to me, if you know what I mean, I certainly would be
willing to find out.”
Emma squeaked. “Oh, me too. Me too. I’ve wanted
Daddy forever. I think I’ve propositioned him about three
hundred times. But he has these Homo sapien scruples about
father-daughter sex. I think it’s very mean-spirited and
old fashioned.”
A bell sounded on Emma’s desktop. She touched a key
and Eamon Turner’s countenance appeared on her monitor.
“Oh, God, it’s Eamon! Thank goodness. Let him in,
Emma! “
“Now look, Elle. You’ve had him to yourself for
several days now. The least you can do is share”, said Emma
as she pressed the key to open her doors.
Eamon popped his head in, then smiled when he saw the
sisters sitting at Emma’s desk.
“Morning, ladies. How y’all doing?”
Two radiant smiles lit up two beautiful faces. Two
sets of eyes shined in unison. Two musical voices said,
“We’re better now that you’re here.”
Eamon’s heart almost stopped. He had never been
happier than when he was with just one of these magnificent
creatures. Being with two doubled his exposure and his joy.
His strong young face broke into a goofy grin.
“What have you been talking about, anyway?”
The girls laughed. Emma said, “We’ve been talking
about how much we wanted our Daddy to make love to us.”
Elle smiled at Eamon’s look. “Don’t looked so shocked.
Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to be with
your mother? Remember I was with your family the other day.
They were putting out sexual vibrations all over the place.
I’m an empath, remember? The sexual dynamic in your family
is off of the charts.”
Eamon said, “So your family does that sort of thing
too?” He couldn’t help thinking about Elle and Emma’s
beautiful and sexy mothers.
Both girls shook their heads in unison. “In our
dreams”, said Emma. “Our Daddy is a straitlaced old-
fashioned guy. And his feelings about us are very
ambivalent. He knows we are smarter than he is; so he has
let us make our own decisions about almost everything our
entire lives, just with a little guidance when he thinks we
might be going too far.
“But in his heart-of-hearts, so deep he would never
admit it, we are his little porcelain princesses. Sure,
there is a sexual component in every father-daughter
relationship. And we don’t want to brag, E-man, but a guy
would have to be dead not to want at least a taste of Elle
and me, am I right?”
Eamon could only nod.
Elle took over. “But our Daddy gets the willies
whenever we approach him about sex with us. It violates
that feeling he has deep down that he is our protector, our
knight in shining armor. And he is, Eamon. He is.”
Emma put her arms around Eamon’s neck, looking up
directly into his eyes. “Eamon, we live with the sexiest
man alive, as has been acknowledged by People Magazine for
years. We had no alternative fallback position so of course
we fantasized about Daddy, sexually. But then you came
along. Sweetie, as far as we are concerned, you are the
sexiest man alive. From now on, no other man will ever be
good enough.”
She pulled his head down and gave him a soft, sweet,
romantic kiss. When their lips finally parted, Elle nudged
Emma away and took her place.
“Me, too, Eamon. Emma’s right. After you, no other
man will do for us.”
She kissed Eamon in the same romantic manner. But
slowly the kiss changed from romantic to passionate. Elle’s
soft body was glued to Eamon. She recognized Eamon’s
reaction instantly. She felt it in her empathic mind. She
also felt it pressing against her belly.
Emma and Elle looked at each other. Unspoken thoughts
raced between the two. They stood as one. Each raised a
hand to Eamon, who in turn enveloped one small hand in each
of his large ones.
As one they said, “Follow us, Eamon. We need to talk
to you.”
The back wall of Emma’s office changed slightly and a
door appeared. Eamon knew from experience where that door
led and strolled toward it gladly, his breath quickening
from the touch of his lovely girlfriends and with the
knowledge of where they were going.
The two girls were walking slightly in front of Eamon,
and suddenly clothes started dropping on to the floor. They
released his hand so they could take off their blouses.
Their silky smooth backs were revealed to him. No bras were
evident and he noted that neither girl sported tan lines.
The girls stopped again and quickly two sets of shorts
dropped to the floor. The two most beautiful asses in the
world were on display for him. They continued walking into
Emma’s bedroom. Eamon followed, mesmerized by two perfectly
round and firm butts, bouncing enticingly with every step.
Oh how he longed to plant his lips on those perfect orbs.
Emma and Elle got to the large bed and turned towards
Eamon. He had seen them both naked before. Still he was
mesmerized by their beauty. The tiny, perfect bodies with
the small pert breasts; the beautiful faces with the
flashing eyes; the soft blonde hair; the intelligence in
the eyes, the laughter in those wonderful, sensuous lips.
Eamon couldn’t believe it was all his for the taking.
Although he had only known them for a few days, he was
already madly in love with both of them. He just couldn’t
figure out what he had done to deserve them. What the hell
did they see in him?
Emmy and Elle crawled onto the bed and turned. Each
had one leg bent under, their perfect asses resting on a
foot, while the other leg was extended.
Each raised one hand towards Eamon. Their sweet smiles
and lovely tear-shaped eyes made them look like wood nymphs.
Elle said, “Eamon aren’t you warm with all of those
clothes on?”
Eamon started toward the bed, clothing flying
everywhere as he stripped. He was already hard and ready; a
fact noted by both girls. Two sets of eyes converged on
Eamon’s dick.
Emmy motioned with her shoulders and her eyes and Eamon
joined the two beauties in bed. Each girl took a side of
Eamon. Both gave him slow loving kisses, one on each cheek.
Both put a tiny hand on Eamon’s chest and rubbed the sparse
hair there.
Eamon suddenly felt two hands on his dick. It
stiffened perceptibly from the soft machinations of Emma’s
left hand and Elle’s right hand.
Emma looked Eamon in the eyes. “You must be tired,
sweetie. Why don’t you lay down?” She and Elle applied
gentle but firm pressure on Eamon’s chest until he laid down
upon the bed. Eamon found himself on his back with his
engorged dick pointing skyward. Still two hands from two
different individuals continued their caresses.
Two sets of lips came closer and he felt warm breaths
on each ear. In his left ear one whispered, “E-man could
you do us a special favor?”
In his right ear the other whispered, “Have you ever
done two girls at once?”
Eamon wrapped an arm around each girl. He said,
“Ladies, your wish is my… well, you get the picture. I’ll
do anything for either of you. Or both at the same time, if
I can figure out how.”
They lay quietly for a few minutes. Eamon had an arm
around both girls, each of his hands massaging a soft but
firm breast. The girls were rubbing against him They had
found time for sex, but very little time for romance.
Snuggling closely together, the three young people felt the
empathic closeness that New Men had inherited from the
Institute for the Advancement of Mankind twins.
Eamon felt like he was in between two amorous kittens.
He felt four hands roaming his body while two mouths kissed
and sucked their ways down his face on onto his chest. He
only had two hands to work with, but those hands vigorously
explored the two wondrous sets of tits within his easy
reach.
Emmy said, “It’s been days since I’ve been with you,
Eamon. Elle and I agreed that I get first dibs.”
She softly grabbed Eamon’s dick and swung herself up
onto his legs. She eased herself forward, then backward,
rubbing his dick along the lips of her slit. As the head of
Eamon’s dick slid along her little clit, Emmy’s eyes closed
and her face contorted in a sensuous mask of lust.
Still holding Eamon’s dick, she allowed its head to
insinuate itself between her nether lips. She began humping
herself upon the head, moving only an inch or two at a time.
She seemed to be oblivious to Eamon’s and Elle’s presence,
as her entire concentration was on the interplay between
Eamon’s dick head and her pussy lips.
Her rubbing became quicker, more intense. Her head
began to swing back and forth. She seemed to be bringing
herself closer and closer to a peak of lust. Suddenly she
plunged onto Eamon’s dick, her entire weight forcing his
engorged penis deep within her pussy.
Emmy’s head flew back as she screamed in orgasm, her
tiny body shuddering its release, her toes curled, her pussy
clenching and unclenching itself around Eamon’s dick.
Finally Emma took a deep breath and relaxed. Her eyes
flew open and she saw Eamon and Elle starring at her
intently.
“Oh my God! I got a little carried away there, didn’t
I? I just don’t know what got into me.”
Elle replied, “If you don’t know what got into you,
then Eamon has a problem. Geez, Emmy, at least Edie and
Eddie use each other to masturbate. You use Eamon. Well,
Eamon, how does it feel to be a sex toy?”
Eamon gave her a satisfied smile. “Fucking awesome!”
“Well you climb off of there, Emmy. Poor Eamon didn’t
come close before you climaxed all over him. Aren’t you
even a little bit ashamed?”
Emma leaned over and gave Eamon a long, sensuous kiss.
She smiled lazily and said, “Foreplay. That was just very
excellent foreplay, wasn’t it E-man? But if you feel you
need to climb on, Elle, don’t let me stop you. I think I
can find someplace else to sit.”
Emma moved off her lover as Elle climbed on. Like her
sister before her, Elle took hold of Eamon’s dick and
playfully rubbed it around the various parts of her sex.
Her already lubricated pussy was dripping onto Eamon’s dick,
which retained Emmy’s juices as well. In one motion Elle
slid down the length of Eamon’s dick. Her tiny body was
impaled on it.
“Oh damn, E-man. You feel so good inside of me!” She
began to ride Eamon’s dick. She leaned forward as several
inches of dick appeared between their bodies, only to be
swallowed again by her tight little pussy. As she slid down
Eamon’s pole she wiggled her ass to create extra stimulation
of her clit.
What started as a lazy bout of lovemaking began to
accelerate as Elle became crazed. Emma’s hands took hold of
Eamon’s head and her lips found his. Their tongues sparred
with each other’s as their faces ground softly, sensuously
together.
Suddenly Emma replace one set of lips with another.
She moved her body up Eamon’s face, dragging her soft round
breasts over his mouth. She allowed him access to her
nipple as he licked and sucked that erect little nub. Then
she slid her stomach across Eamon’s mouth. She raised
herself up and threw one knee over his head. Eamon looked
into the soft wet confines of Emmy’s pussy as it slowly
lowered itself onto his face.
Emma halted her descent just a half inch above Eamon’s
lips. She shivered as she felt his facile tongue slide
along her lips.
“Oh, yeah, Eamon. Please, baby. I promise I’ll pay
you back. I’ll pay you back every day of your life. I
promise. But do me now. Please Eamon. Do me?”
Eamon’s face plunged against Emmy’s pussy. His lips
captured one of hers and sucked. He put his hands on Emma’s
waist and began to lift her slightly, moving her back and
forth over his mouth. He wanted access to all of the good
parts. His long tongue slipped between her nether lips and
he began to lick her nectar.
Elle continued to ravage Eamon’s dick. Both she and
Emmy had their eyes closed but in a ballet of empathic
coordination both sets of eyes opened simultaneously and
they found themselves looking at each other in the passion
of their own sensual lovemaking.
“Goodness, Emma, that is one of the sexiest things I’ve
ever seen!” Her sister was impaled on Eamon’s tongue as she
rubbed her pussy against his mouth.
Emma couldn’t help watching the movement of her
sister’s pussy as she rode Eamon’s dick: up, slowly up;
quickly plunge down; and when their pubic hairs were
intertwined, slowly grind their sexes together. Then repeat
the motion.
Emma said, “This is sexy? You should watch what you
are doing. Eamon, honey, if you can hear me I swear you are
going to get a double blow-job for doing this for us.”
Even with Emma’s legs pressed tightly around his ears
Eamon heard her promise. He smiled. The girls thought they
were the ones getting all of the pleasure out of this.
Eamon had never been more excited in his life. Sucking on
Emma’s sweet pussy while having his dick deep into Elle had
Eamon in sexual heaven. He didn’t know how much longer he
could endure such extreme stimulation. His nerve endings
were firing on all cylinders. He had that feeling in his
dick: that feeling that he wouldn’t be able to hold out
much longer.
Emma and Elle looked deeply into each other’s eyes.
Emma’s hand reached out and touched Elle’s cheek. It was
like they had completed an electrical circuit between each
other. Both girls gasped. Their eyes opened wide, then
suddenly slammed shut, their faces in a grimace of sexual
completion. Both girls were groaning as they rubbed their
pussies on Eamon.
Eamon had all he could take. He erupted into Elle in a
torrent of release. She felt his pulsations and her own
climax became even more intense. Emma and Elle leaned
forward and embraced in each other’s arms, small aftershocks
of orgasmic release continuing to affect both of them.
With all of their remaining strength, Elle and Emma
extricated themselves from atop Eamon, then slid into his
arms, both heads resting on his chest.
Elle whispered almost to herself, “Death by fucking.”
Part 23
The wintry calm of the fjord was suddenly broken by
what sounded like a thousand trees cracking into kindling.
But there were no trees. On and on the sound increased
until it was the roar of a million waterfalls. In a
majestic surge, the ice that had been blocking the fjord for
millennia collapsed upon itself and forged its way toward
the sea, followed by dozens of cubic miles of previously
trapped fresh water. A back-surge into side fjords weakened
the ice dams there. They in turn collapsed, only adding to
the mass of liberated fresh water.
Ice and water alike rushed into the North Atlantic in a
vast flood, mixing with the seawater that had already been
seriously desalinated by years of heavy rainfall and melting
glacial ice.
Several monitors in New Man University’s science labs
caught the spectacle. Certain low altitude weather
satellites had been programmed to watch this very fjord 24/7
and thus glimpsed the final straw that broke the camel’s
back in the cycle of global warming.
Edie Adkins called her parents and her siblings
immediately to alert them. They watched fascinated as their
virtual monitors replayed the beginning of the end of
mankind’s comfort zone.
“Our forecasts were extremely accurate. When someone
said it might be ten years till this would happen I was
insulted.”
The family was linked into a conference call via their
internal network. Emma assuaged her sister.
“Edie, we were only giving best-case and worst-case
scenarios when we said ten years at the maximum. We knew
that ten days was going to be far more likely. No offense
intended, Sis, but we had to cover our asses.”
Deirdre Adkins put in her two cents. “Girls, do we have
a plan to disseminate this information? Remember, the
government already has reason to hate us.”
Elle was first to respond. Ever since she had become
close to Eamon Turner, Elle had become more assertive.
“Fuck the government! We’ve got to get these pictures
out immediately before the screwballs in Washington run it
through the spin cycle.”
Deirdre look shocked. “Goodness, Elle, I don’ t think
I’ve ever heard you swear before. Well, except when you
were a little girl quoting your father.”
Andrew Adkins threw in, “Yeah, this Eamon kid must be
doing you some good.”
Elle smiled. “Very funny, Daddy. But why don’t we have
Helen Randolph issue a news release along with a tape of the
glacier collapsing? Everyone in the world should see this
before the US government tries to explain what it thinks it
means.”
Edie said, “I’ll call Helen. Eddie and I will get
together with her. Maybe we can have this thing released by
this afternoon. But you all know what this means, don’t
you? When this gets out the government will have to know
that New Man University is still in operation.”
Emma said, “We’ll have to take that chance, Edie. I
don’t want to underestimate the opposition, but they sure
seem like they are about two beers short of a six-pack.
Maybe they won’t be able to put two plus two together and
make four. “
“There’s no reason to think that the decision-makers in
our fair government have a whole brain between them. It’s a
better than even chance they won’t even think about us”,
added Elle.
Andrew reasoned, “We don’t have much of an option in
any event. We’ve got to write a news release right now.
Send a copy to CNN, BBC, that Arab terrorist news network,
what’s its name?”
“Aljazeera” came from the lips of six women and two
boys in unison.
“Yeah, them, too. And any other news service we can
think of. Except Fox of course. Fuck them. Better yet,
wouldn’t it look great if we could get C-SPAN to show this?
We could make it seem like an official US government
release, kind of. Then let the administration explain why
this event is meaningless. Emmy, I’ll let you arrange
that.”
Elle said, “Daddy, you are so devious. I’m beginning
to understand where Emma gets it.”
Andrew felt the need to object. “I’m a piker in the
deviousness business. Emmy could out-devious me any day of
the week.”
“Thank you, Daddy. You’re so sweet”, Emma gushed.
Just then an icon flashed at the bottom of Emma’s
screen, alerting her that she had an incoming call from
Eamon. With a few keystrokes she invited him into the
conference. She said, “E-man! We thought you would never
wake up. Say hello to everyone. We’re on a conference call
with the whole family.” She thought she better warn him so
he didn’t say anything too incriminating; not that it
mattered.
Eamon flicked a key at his end and the each person on
the call was shown on his virtual monitor, each in a small
box kind of like the Brady Bunch, he thought. “Hello folks.
I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I’ll call back later.”
Elle protested. “No wait, Eamon. You’ve got to see
this. She directed the video of the collapsing glacier to
his address. When he saw what it was, he expanded the view
until it filled his entire field of vision. He was
overwhelmed by the majesty of it all, as the glacier and its
previously captured deluge of water were swept to the sea.
“Oh, wow! That is so cool. Uh, in an ecological
disaster kind of way.”
Emma asked, “Would your grandfather be willing to issue
this to the press? He can say he got it from private
sources, or make up something imaginative. At least we can
file off our fingerprints from this thing, if you know what
I mean. This is the big one, Eamon. The beginning of the
end. The grand finale. The…”
Andrew broke in. “Will you give it a rest, Emmy? At
least you’re right about one thing. Coming from Jake Turner
the news may hold more weight than coming from you non-
humans at New Man U. Would you give him a call, Eamon, and
feel him out? Ask him to do this only if he trusts us,
believes we know what we are talking about. Eddie and Edie
will provide all the technical support he needs. I’m sure
he has scientific contacts he can use to confirm our
findings.”
Eamon felt like he was on the spot. Jeez, he just was
calling Emmy to find out if she wanted to get laid. He
hadn’t been with her since yesterday and just the sight of
her sexy little body on his monitor was enough to… Enough of
that, he thought. Respond to the man’s question you idiot.
“Uh, sure Sir. I’ll call my Granddaddy. I can’t speak
for him, though. He’s the kind of guy who makes his own
decision.”
Eamon had redisplayed the video feeds from each
conference member onto his monitor.
Andrew nodded. “Okay, please give him a call. But
make sure he understands the urgency of the situation. If
he can’t bring himself to do this today, we’ll do it
ourselves. I would prefer to have at least one degree of
separation between that data and us but we’ve gotta do what
we’ve gotta do. This conference is closed.”
Everyone laughed except for Emma.
Part 24
Within a day the world was abuzz with the news. All of
the news channels were following the collapse of the
Greenland glacier. But none was willing to commit to its
meaning. Except for Fox News. Its commentators said the
collapse was just another natural event like a hurricane and
had no long-term significance.
Andrew Adkins got several requests for interviews from
various organizations, but begged off. He said that he was
not a scientist and so his opinion really carried no weight.
When they asked to talk to one of his daughters, he said
they were not available for comment. He had no idea which
caller might have the ear of the administration and so he
refused to admit that his daughters were anywhere near him.
A few nights later, the Adkins family plus friends
gathered in their den to watch an address by the President
of the United States. The President rarely gave speeches
and almost never gave press conferences. It was
acknowledged among the cognoscenti that the President didn’t
respond well in situations where he had to answer actual
questions, since his range of knowledge was limited and he
had a tendency to misuse words. It was rumored that the
Vice President kept the President on a short leash. So a
presidential address was a rare occurrence indeed.
There were more people than seats in the den that
night. When Deirdre and Donnie walked into the den carrying
trays with glasses of iced tea, they saw that there was no
place for them to sit. Andrew was sitting in the recliner
he reserved for football games. It was roomy and
comfortable. He looked at his wives and then gestured with
his hands as if in supplication.
Donnie and Deirdre looked in each others’ eyes and then
glided towards their husband. To the casual observer, the
movements of Andrew’s wives always seemed smooth and serene.
When they reached their husband, each turned and slowly
lowered herself onto a knee, then slid backwards until they
were both firmly ensconced on Andrew’s lap. Each wrapped an
arm around Andrew’s neck and leaned her head against
Andrew’s shoulder. Andrew’s arms each encircled a slender
waist but not before patting each beautiful woman on her
bottom.
Almost instantly Andrew pulled Dee Dee’s head up and
they shared a tender loving kiss.
Their son Ethan complained, “Dad, will you three get a
room!? Geez, it’s embarrassing to be around you. Don’t you
have any respect for the President?”
Helen and Jake Randolph were sitting in the love seat
and laughing. Jake said, “Ethan, old son, your daddy’s
never had any respect for this president. Why would he
start now?”
Helen said, “Don’t you think it’s cute that your
parents are still in love after all these years?”
Ethan was sixteen years old and was generally
embarrassed by everything his parents did. As far as he
was concerned, public displays of affection should be
limited to teenagers like himself. The thought of his
parents having actual sex gave him the willies.
Emma was seated by herself in another large chair when
Elle and Eamon entered the room. Emma quickly stood up and
waved her sibling and their boyfriend over. Eamon sat down
and Emmy and Elle imitated their mothers by sliding onto
Eamon’s lap. Elle kissed Eamon on one cheek while Emma
kissed him on the other.
This time it was Andrew that looked uncomfortable at
this public display of affection.
Jake Randolph could never refrain from pushing Andrew’s
buttons. “Hey Drew, why don’t you introduce me to this here
boy who’s making out with your daughters.”
Helen jumped in. “Jake, honey, this is Eamon Turner.
He is Elle and Emma’s new boyfriend. I told you about him.
He’s the grandson of Jake Turner.”
Jake Randolph turned to Eamon. “Boy, at least you have
excellent taste in women.” Emma and Elle’s eyes both
sparkled as they graced Jake with a brilliant smile. Jake
could feel their power clear across the room. He thought to
himself, ‘That boy has his hands full’.
The President had been introduced and was beginning his
address, leaving Eamon off of the hook.
The President always presented himself well, with his
patrician appearance and southern drawl. His ‘aw, shucks’
persona was belied by his being a third generation
politician and the scion of an old-money family. He had
been sent to the best schools but had no claims to
intellectual vigor. Still the American people never seemed
to notice these minor inconsistencies.
The President was addressing the recent glacier problem
and global warming in general. “Now some people have been
trying to put a scare into the country, saying that this
event might cause a new Ice Age. I’m here to tell you that
scientists of all political persuasions disagree with this.”
(Andrew puzzled over how the political views of a
scientist could have anything to do with his research
results.)
“I’ve talked to my Science Advisor and he has told me
that there is no proof about global warming. He tells me
that global warming has been made up by people on the Left
who want to stop the necessary development of our natural
resources. They want to keep us dependent on foreign oil.
They wish to hinder America’s energy independence.
Emma called out, “Yeah and gravity is a Communist
plot!”
The President continued. “Well friends, that just
isn’t going to happen. I’m not going to allow the scare
tactics of a few ultra-Liberals to effect the policies of
the government of the United States of America!
“Don’t be worried by these reports you’ve been seeing
on the TV. Sometimes ice melts. That’s the way God made
the world. America will stand strong and united against
these terrorist scare tactics that are designed to force a
wedge between our people and their government. Thank you
for listening and God Bless America.”
Andrew Adkins shook his head in wonder. He looked over
to his daughter’s boyfriend and said, “Eamon, my boy, there
you see the result of a drunken fuck.”