Lennie And Samantha Ch 16 Final

Once again, a giant thanks to my editor, "N". I appreciate your skills more each day.

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It was mid-afternoon a few weeks later as Lennie walked into his living room, where Cindy was in a discussion with Lori and DJ. They were wearing Wicked Weasel string bikinis from Australia. Lennie was particularly fond of them because they showed the maximum amount of skin but kept a hint of modesty in strategic places. Moreover, the fit on his girls' fantastically shaped bodies was perfect.

"What's going on with Fiona?" DJ asked. "This is the third day in a row she has turned down a date. The app clearly shows she isn't having her period. Is she not feeling well or something? And this is the sixth time this month where she has just not accepted her dates."

"Not that I'm aware of. Lori, do you know what is going on with her?"

"Yeah. It is that guy, Rod. She is falling hard for him—I'm telling you, Cindy, that's what's happening with her. Let me tell you, he's no good. I don't trust him any farther than I can throw him." Lori had a look of concern on her face.

"I just wanted to bring it up, because I had to reschedule at the last minute with another girl, and last night I couldn't find a replacement. Trevor Haskins had to go without last night. He wasn't too happy." Trevor was one of the Service's oldest and highest-paying clients. DJ reported it as if she was tattling on her friend.

"Thanks for telling me, dear. I wasn't aware she was becoming unreliable. I will talk with her." Cindy picked up her phone and called Fiona, who picked up on the third ring.

"Hi, Cindy. What's up?" Fiona responded in her Irish brogue accent.

"Sweetie, we need to talk. DJ told me you've declined six days' worth of dates in a row. And that it has been going on for a while now. Is there anything wrong?"

"No, Cindy." She paused. "OK, I have to tell someone. It's Rod and me. We're in love!"

The confession caught Cindy off guard, but she recovered. After a few minutes of discussion, Fiona's phone started beeping. She looked at the screen and it showed zero battery.

"Oh damn, I forgot to charge my phone. Here is Rod's number, call me back on it." She just got it out when her phone finally died. Cindy turned to Lennie and said, "Remember this number", and rattled it off. Lennie may have been old, but his mind was still as sharp as a tack. Cindy called Fiona back on Rod's number, and they agreed to meet in a foursome of Fiona, Rod, Lennie, and Cindy.

A few hours later, they were on the outside deck at Ray's Boathouse. Overlooking the saltwater entrance/exit of the Ship Canal, where boats went from Puget Sound through the Ballard Locks and either into or out of fresh water to Lake Union and Lake Washington. It was a favorite place for people to congregate, drink fancy drinks, and eat delicious seafood. They sat at an outdoor table off to the side where they could talk without being heard.

"I'm so happy, Cindy. Rod has made me feel special." Her eyes were wide open, and the look of a puppy dog smile was obvious. "And Cindy, he knows."

"Knows what?" Cindy responded.

"Just like Lennie and you, he knows what we do. And it's okay with him. Isn't that amazing? I've found my special guy like you found Lennie!"

Rod just sat at the table and smiled. Lennie and Cindy looked at each other but didn't say a word. Neither one was thinking good thoughts. This was a topic that none of the girls were supposed to talk about. It was critical to their security that nobody knew what they did without being vetted first.

"Yes, Fiona is special to me. And after knowing her history, I understand the unique circumstances of her life. It took a bit of getting used to, but I don't have a problem with how she makes her money."

Fiona's smile grew even bigger as she leaned in and kissed Rod. Cindy looked at Lennie with even more concern on her face. Lennie had a pit in his gut, like something was not right. Not right at all. Men simply didn't agree to have their girlfriends be active escorts. It had taken Lennie a long time to reluctantly accept it, and he was a generation older than they were. For a man in his early thirties to so easily accept it? No, it didn't make sense.

"So Rod," Lennie said as he took over the discussion. "What do you do for a living, anyway?" It was the first question that came to mind. After all, he wouldn't be the first man to live off the earnings of a prostitute girlfriend.

"I'm in the import/export business. Mostly Mexico, and also South America. I import specialty foods local to Mexico and some countries in South America, mainly Colombia. Mostly maize from Mexico, and galupa, and curuba from Colombia. All have great amounts of antioxidants that make them healthy to eat. We also import spices that are grown there. There is a big demand for these foods here in America. The specialty restaurants seem to order all I can import. I've been doing well the last few years."

"He has a new Ferrari 296GTS. It's a beautiful cherry red with supple leather seating," Fiona blurted out. "Those seats feel so good on my naked ass."

"Oh really?" Cindy offered.

"Yeah, Rod likes it when I wear a sundress and nothing else. He likes to show off me and the car together," Fiona responded. Fiona's stare at Rod reminded Lennie of a high school girl with her first boyfriend.

"I didn't know you knew much about sports cars, Fiona," Lennie responded.

"I don't, but I do now that my boyfriend drives one. And it's so fun to ride in!"

"Rod, a 296GTS isn't cheap. You must be doing well in your import business," Lennie offered.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine. And yeah, my GTS cost me a little over $400 grand. But hey, who's counting?" A crooked smile appeared on Rod's lips.

"So, you don't mind that your girlfriend takes dick and is soaking up the cream from other men, Rod? Doesn't it bother you what she does?" Lennie tried to shake him from his smug attitude.

"Look, she had a life before she met me. And yes, I'd rather not have her sexing up other men, but it's her career, and who am I to stop her from her career?"

Lennie and Cindy looked at each other again. Something wasn't right.

"Oh, and Cindy, I am going to be taking more time off to travel with Rod. We just got back from another visit to Mexico. It was the third one this month. I love to travel with him!"

"What do you do with him, sweetie? Do you visit the farms or the import warehouses?" Lennie saw Cindy's concerned look on her face. Rod noticed but said nothing. Fiona looked like she was staring at a litter of puppies, oblivious to anything but Rod.

"No, Rod says that is just boring stuff I wouldn't be interested in, so I just shop during the day and stay in the hotel, waiting for him to return after a long day. And, by the way, we will be traveling again every other week for the next five weeks. I was going to tell DJ so she could adjust my schedule."

Rod continued with his smile, not saying anything else. He squeezed Fiona's hand as they stared into each other's eyes. Little else was said, and the lunch was soon finished. Both couples got into their cars, Rod and Fiona in the Ferrari, and Lennie with Cindy in her Audi A6.

"I don't like it, Lennie. I don't like this at all. Something is off."

"I have the same feeling, sweetie. We need to keep watching over her. There is something about Rod. I just can't put my finger on it. I will say, the kind of money he is throwing around, that's one hell of a lot of Mexican corn and Colombian fruit to import to make that kind of money."

"He said that he also imports some spices, Lennie."

"Yeah. Spices. He nets four hundred-plus grand to buy a new Ferrari and travels back and forth to Mexico. Yeah, spices. So much money in spices," Lennie said, shaking his head back and forth.

Over the next three weeks, Cindy, or rather Samantha, only dated four men whom she had known for a decade or more. Her other dates, and also the dates that Fiona had skipped, were replaced by the housewives. DJ was a master at hooking up the housewife who would best replace the regular girl for their best clients. As the end of the third week was nearing the end and the weekend began, Cindy got a call.

"Cindy! Oh god! I can't find Fiona! She isn't returning my calls! I don't know what to do!"

"DJ, what do you mean?"

"Fiona hasn't talked with me in nearly a week! Something is wrong, I'm telling you! I know she has fallen for Rod, but she has never, and I mean never ever, missed our mid-week dinner date together without calling!"

Cindy was aware of the sex-love relationship between the two women. "You aren't jealous of Rod moving in on you two, are you?" It was the obvious question to ask. Maybe Fiona was now leaning toward a man as a partner instead of another woman, and DJ was slow to realize her changing tastes.

"No Cindy! It's not like that. We've always had an open relationship, and she would always tell me everything. I even knew how she was falling for Rod. She told me everything in real-time. She was traveling with him again to Mexico and should have been back two days ago. No. Something is going on, and I'm not feeling good about it. I just don't know what it is."

"Let me get back to you, DJ. I'm going to talk with Lennie and make a few calls."

As she was hanging up, Lennie walked into the room. "Was that DJ? Anything new about Fiona?"

"Not anything good. Fiona has been missing for two days now, according to DJ. What should we do, Lennie?"

"Call Rick immediately and get him in the loop." Rick picked up on the third ring. "Hi Cindy, what's up?"

"It's Fiona. DJ hasn't heard from her for a few days now. She's been gone for nearly a week. DJ expected to hear from Fiona over two days ago. She is concerned."

"Is she still dating that Rod guy?"

"Yes, how did you know? She has been traveling with him to Mexico while he works his import/export business. DJ said the last time they talked was six days ago, and they were leaving on another trip."

"Shit."

"What is it, Rick?"

"Cindy, it's my job to know. I am supposed to keep all of you safe. I had a bad feeling about Rod after talking with DJ a few weeks ago. I've been checking him out, and his import/export business just doesn't add up. He is making a whole hell of a lot more money than importing specialty fruits and spices can generate."

"What can you do, Rick?"

"I'm going to make some calls and get back to you. Talk again soon."

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"Oh baby, this is so wonderful. I love you baby, I love you so much!"

Fiona was lying nude next to Rod, their sweaty bodies now recovering from an hour of hot sex. Rod could never get over how sweet Fiona's pussy tasted. They had been in the deluxe villa for three days. Today, Rod would go away to meet with his business contacts while Fiona would spend more time in the local shops. In the late afternoon, they would be traveling back to the USA.

"So listen, babe. Like the last two times, don't worry about your bags or the stuff you bought here. I will have someone take care of it, and I just want you to meet me at the customs building where we check back into the US. Jose or Pablo will chauffeur you and show up with your bags. I will be waiting for you at customs, OK?"

"Sure, baby. And thank you, thank you for everything. I never knew I could get so much love from a man who knows what I do. I'm living a dream, and you're the center of it, baby!"

Later that day, Pablo showed up driving a big black Chevy Suburban. Fiona's bags were packed and included the new clothing and handcrafted works she had purchased.

"Sorry, Fiona, these things need to be repacked before you travel. I'll take care of it for you. Why don't you go down to the bar and have a drink? No need to wait here with me. I'll be down soon."

Fiona walked to the small cantina and had a scratch-made Margarita. As she was finishing up, Pablo walked into the room and waved at her. She paid and walked to the car. As they arrived at the border crossing, he pulled her bags and the three boxes of stuff into the line. She walked up to it and saw Pablo walk away without waving to her. "

That was unusual,

" she thought. As she looked forward, Rod was in line already with his two bags. Two other people were between them in line. Rod cleared the line with his bags, then the other couple walked through as their bags were inspected. Fiona walked up to the inspector and looked forward to Rod. She waved and yelled his name, but he turned away and didn't acknowledge her, waiting for her on the other side.

"Senorita, please step forward. Are these your bags and boxes?"

"Yes, they are."

Suddenly, a German Shepherd came out of nowhere to sniff at her bags, barked loudly, and sat down beside her items. The soldier who was manning the checkpoint suddenly waved, and out of nowhere, three additional armed guards appeared. They pulled out one of the boxes and cut it open with a box cutter. After pulling out several things she bought, a taped-up package about the size of a loaf of bread was pulled out. And then another. And then two more. The men were feverish, cutting open one of the packages as one of them pushed his finger into the package. As he pulled out his finger, a white powder was on it. He rubbed it onto his gums.

"Seize her!" he ordered. Stunned, Fiona just stood there as the police surrounded her.

"Miss, you are under arrest!"

Fiona was shocked. "For what?"

"For trafficking in cocaine! Place your hands behind your back!"

Fiona started shaking. She felt the handcuffs locking on her wrists. She looked where she last saw Rod but only saw the back of his head as he passed into the hall towards the border. "ROD! ROD!" She screamed his name and knew he was close enough to hear her, but he didn't turn around and, in a few seconds, was gone.

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"Shit. Goddam it."

Rick had disconnected the call from his phone. He had been on it for the last two hours, calling some of his many contacts, first local, then national, then international. He had talked with his senior contact in US Customs, whom he had known previously when they were both Army Rangers. His buddy had found out information about Rod that was technically illegal to give out.

Since Rick had saved his life more than once when they were in country, he had no problem returning the favor. Yes, Rod and Fiona had been in Mexico for the fifth time in six weeks, and two days ago, only Rod had crossed back into the US. There was no record of Fiona coming back with him. Then an hour later, he got another call from the same guy.

"Rick, I hate to tell you this, but Mexican customs arrested Fiona two days ago for possession and trafficking of cocaine. It looks like they caught her with four kilos of pure rock."

"Fuck!"

"I made a call to one of my contacts in Mexico, and they have her cold. What was she thinking, anyway? Geezuz Rick, she'll spend twenty years in a Mexican prison for that. You need to get her a lawyer as soon as you can. Here is the arrest information. It hasn't even been passed to the US Embassy yet, so it must have just happened. Sorry, bud."

Rick took a deep breath and started dialing. It was maybe the toughest call he had ever had to make. A few years ago, he had called the wife of a fellow Ranger who was killed on a covert mission; however, she was aware that he was in danger and that there was always a possibility he wouldn't return home. But this was different. Fiona had no idea what was happening, he reasoned.

"Cindy, this is Rick. I just got off the phone with one of my contacts."

"Rick! Oh, thank God you called me back! What can you tell me?" Cindy put her phone on speaker so Lennie could hear him, too.

"It's about Fiona. It's bad news. Fiona has been arrested."

"Arrested? Where? What for?" Cindy's voice was shaky and full of concern as she asked her questions.

"Did Fiona ever do drugs? Specifically, cocaine?"

"Oh, god no! She barely drank! I think she smoked a joint once with a client and hated how it made her feel. Cocaine? Not a chance!"

"Well, she was arrested for trafficking four kilos of coke from Mexico into the US. She was arrested in Mexico and is currently in jail. We need to get her an attorney as soon as possible."

There was silence on the other end. Cindy was stunned and speechless. Lennie took over the conversation, as Cindy couldn't function.

"Rick, it's Lennie. DJ had told us she was traveling to Mexico and Colombia with her boyfriend Rod. Rod told us a few weeks ago he had an import/export business, primarily importing specialty fruits and maize. I thought he was giving us a line of shit, but I couldn't get more out of him. Did Rod get arrested with her? Have you been able to find out where he is?"

"Nope, he's a ghost. He cleared customs just a few minutes before Fiona was arrested. I haven't tried to track him down yet, because I wanted to call Cindy and you the minute I found out about Fiona."

"Rick, this is Cindy. Can you help her out and get her an attorney as soon as possible? Cost is no object if it even needs to be said. Whatever the bail is, let me know, and I'll pay it. Just contact DJ, and she will wire funds to wherever you need them to go."

"I'll get on it immediately. I don't even know which jail she is in yet, but I'll do everything I can to find out. But Cindy, I don't think they will allow for any bail."

"Oh god, she must be terrified!" Cindy screamed as the new reality was setting in. "Rick, you've got to do something!"

"I'm on it, Cindy. I'll get back with her location as soon as I find out. Be at your phone 24/7. And if you get any calls from Mexico, take them. I'll be in touch."

Lennie and Cindy stared at each other. Cindy let out a loud scream. "

NOOOO!"

she yelled into the air. Lennie jumped up and sat down beside her, holding her tightly. She started crying uncontrollably.

Lennie's first thought was about Rod and their lunch meeting a few weeks ago. "That motherfucker. That bastard. He's at the center of this."

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Fiona was terrified. It made no sense. She wasn't a drug trafficker. She didn't even do drugs. She barely drank, except for an occasional glass of wine with friends or occasionally a client. And Rod? Why wasn't Rod there? It had been over two hours of sitting handcuffed in a small room with a single light bulb and no windows. She sat in a chair at a small table until a male police officer and a female police officer entered the room.

"You are in serious trouble, Senorita. Trying to smuggle four kilos of cocaine is illegal. What were you thinking anyway? You do realize that after you are found guilty, you will be imprisoned for up to twenty years? Well, do you?"

Fiona panicked. Just a few hours ago she had been having fantastic sex with the only man who accepted her for her profession and still loved her. Where was Rod, anyway?

"Please stand up." The man reached behind her and took off the handcuffs. "Now, strip. Take everything off. You will be searched."

"What? NO!"

"You have been arrested. Don't make it any tougher on yourself. This woman police officer will perform the search." She slowly took off her clothing as the man watched. "Panties, too. Now place your hands on the table and spread your legs."

Fiona did what she was told. This couldn't be happening, she thought. The woman pulled on latex gloves and reached up around her head, fingering her scalp and hair. She fondled her breasts, smiling as she did it. Then she reached down between her legs and slid two fingers into her vagina, deeply protruding into her. Next, she bent her over and fingered her asshole as deep as the finger would go. The process was degrading and embarrassing.

The woman officer looked at the man. "She's a pretty one. There is going to be a lot of demand for this one." The man snickered as he stared at Fiona's nude body. The woman laughed too. It wasn't a funny laugh, but rather a sinister sound that scared Fiona even more. Finally, after staring at her nakedness, they told her to sit back down.