All characters are 18 years old or older.
Sorry about the terrible delay. This story begins with Greg's new assignment as Numenor's liaison to the White House as well as the Pentagon. We find that there is a cost for moving up in the world. There are a few more installments for this series so far. I am proofreading them even as I post this one. I hope you enjoy and please vote and tell me your thoughts on this piece. If you have any suggestions I am open to your ideas. Without further ado the fourth installment of Hello Mr. Robinson.
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Prologue:
It's been six months since Greg moved from Arkham to the nation's capital. He has been thrown to the political wolves so to speak. He splits his time between the Pentagon and the White House. He lives out of two residences. During the week he has a room at the Capital Hilton close to the White House and on the weekends he has a nice three bedroom home on the outskirts of the city. The area of Great Falls was very exclusive but with help from Nick, Greg was able acquire the property. It sat on plenty of land and possessed over ten thousand square feet of living space. Even after six months there were still boxes that hadn't been unpacked.
Bruna had remained in the home office working for Greg's replacement. Rhea had taken up the mantle of secretary as well as bodyguard. Greg learned about her people the Fae and how a good number of them had been quietly accepted under the Near Human Recognition Treaty. They were considered another Native American people. Unlike the human population the Fae were carefully monitored and often moved into special operation positions due to their unique skill set. Cindy's first year of college was going well and was testing at the top of all of her classes. Greg was proud that she was doing so well academically. He hoped she was doing equally well in her relationships. After the incident with he who shall remain nameless he crossed his fingers and hoped for the best. Sure she would always be his little girl but he wanted her to be happy.
Mr. Robinson Goes to Washington:
I walked around the edge of the ballroom with Rhea at my left shoulder. She was my ever present shadow and constant companion. One of the servers came around with several champagne flutes filled with the very best wine our host could afford. He was celebrating his thirty fifth wedding anniversary after all. Even after a year of living in Washington D.C. I was still getting used to all the displays of wealth and power. But when you are Nick Shaw's middle man you get differential treatment. I spent as much time in my office as I did visiting the White House and the Pentagon. I was Numenor's liaison and that meant I carried the kind of clout that made careers. So I got invited to a shit ton of parties.
The colonial architecture was a delight to see. I loved that particular period of American design. The one time gas outlets had been converted to electric at the beginning of the last century. The lovingly wrought brass fixtures gleamed as they cast scintillating radiance on the dancers and those like me that were milling about the edge of the dance floor. I had to admit I was a little envious of the senator's home. Granted he was a third generation politician but unlike many of his fellow senators deep down he was a genuinely nice guy. He was one of the few politicians I had been exposed to that I respected. I caught sight of emerald green as Drew Barrington, our host's seventeen year old daughter, approached with the flash of a brilliant smile and a deep plunging neck line. I won't say her dress was obscene but it did reveal a healthy bit of cleavage, ass and legs. I kissed her hand when she offered it.
"Hello Roo," I said greeting her with her nickname.
"Hi Greg," she replied with a hungry glance. "Are you coming to my birthday party? I'll be eighteen and legal finally."
"Tease," I said and she pouted.
"That's not true, just because my shrink says I am over sexualized that doesn't mean I'm a tease," she blurted out.
"Um... I'll wait and see if your mom invites me okay," I replied and she smiled. She flittered away and I couldn't help but notice that luscious round ass of hers.
"You sir are playing with dynamite," Rhea whispered in my ear. "She is a senator's daughter. If you bed her it could blow up in your face."
"True, but it could also be worth it. I want to break her."
"Just like you broke me," Rhea said nibbling my ear.
"We broke each other," I purred in her ear. "It was a mutual collision of irresistible force and iron hard cock."
She laughed and we continued mixing with the elite of the nation's capital. Even though the party was supposed to be about the Senator and his wife there was enough deal making to make me sick to my stomach. I dealt with enough of that during work hours. I was a lobbyist magnet and that was the hardest part of the job. I had to be polite around them and not speak my mind that was an order directly from Nick. He was a cruel taskmaster. I chuckled and gathered with the others as we prepared to toast the couple for another thirty five years.
I looked around and wondered for the thousandth time why was I here. I didn't like most of these people. They were so disingenuous and like piranhas if there was blood in the water they'd tear each other apart. You walked a tight rope when you worked in D.C. and you had to watch every word and every action. I was one of the least favorite popular people especially among the businesses that made their money in oil, aviation or transportation. The cold fusion plants that were being built worldwide as well as the blink transportation system weren't very popular. For the people building the infrastructure they would profit not just from the infusion of money but the thousands of jobs created. I liked that we were putting people back to work and sticking it a certain minority. We still had the official ribbon cutting ceremony to launch the New York - London connection. As the other sites came online there would be more and more people switching over from airplanes to the blink system.
I wonder how they will react to the miracle of teleportation. Will the religious zealots call it dark magic and godless technology or will they accept it as the majority hopefully would? That reminded that I had to leave for Arizona in the next few days to check on the progress of the construction there. I pushed that thought out and continued my meandering through the mob of well-dressed assholes. I got a drink and found a quiet corner to watch and observe. I saw Roo and her best friend Moxie stealing a bottle of champagne and slip out the open French doors. I never raised a finger to stop them or spoke a single word to anyone else. Let them have fun while they can.
They were both world class gymnasts thanks to their parents. I learned from both of them that the only reason they started training was to please dear old mom and dad. That is not to say they weren't gifted athletes. I had seen footage of them in competition and they were both very good. I felt bad for the pair and any other kid that is shoved onto a path that isn't their own. I was a father and let Cindy choose her own way and respected her decisions even if I didn't agree with them. She might disappoint me from time to time but it was her life to lead and from everything that I could tell she was happy.
I spotted the fat tottering figure long before he reached me. I did my best not to let my disgust show on my face. The senator was heading a group of likeminded politicians to try and block the legislation that would allow the blink system to be adopted by the American people. It was their last hurrah to try and derail clean energy and cheap transportation. Our paths were on a collision course so I steeled myself and walked over to the pudgy politician to face the music.
"Evening," the Senator that shall remain nameless said.
"Senator," I said wishing I had said no in becoming the liaison for Nick.
"I have a bone to pick with you," he said in his breathless manner.
"This is a celebration," I said trying to escape.
"Not so fast," he growled his jowls shaking as he spoke. "You've been avoiding me."
"Not exactly," I said explaining my position quite clearly. "I have a lot on my plate and I have to sort things by priority."
