Chapter 152

"So, why didn't you tell us this to begin with, Viktor?" David asked after they moved out of the room and into the living room with the other guys and their wives.

"I had to be sure you were who you all said you were, first", Viktor responded.

"My bald ass head doesn't give it away?"

"Well, not without the piercings, no. I see a lot of bald men back in the mother land."

Brie laughed shaking her head. "No more, 'You look JUST LIKE', huh baby?"

David laughed. "No, I guess not."

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"Commandant, I have a man here in my house that needs to meet with you", David said on the phone.

"Oh? And who might THAT be?"

Viktor spoke. "Russian operative Viktor Cherkov with Russian Intelligence Agency." His poured on the Russian Accent.

"Ah, Mr. Cherkov, I've been expecting to hear from you for a month now. What happened?"

"It took a long time to locate the safe house and then I was detained for two days."

"And why was that?"

"I shot him", Brie said.

"You what?"

"You heard me, Commandant."

"Where did you shoot him, Mrs. Draiman?"

"In the knee."

The Commandant let out an audible sigh. "Thank God. Has it been treated?"

"No, Commandant, I'm a heartless asshole who going to let a man bleed to death", David said sarcastically.

"Are you telling me that she severed an artery or vein?"

"No, Commandant, I CAN shoot a man is fatty tissue so that he doesn't bleed a lot. I'm that good a shot. Remember who my older brother is."

"That's very true. Your brother is one of the best shots I've ever met. No, that's a lie... he IS the best shot I've ever met."

"Well, Commandant, I'm better."

"I'm better," she said... LOL

Still loving it...

I didn't want to end that chapter like that, but I had to cook dinner.

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Chapter 153

It wasn't long before there was a transport at the house for Agent Cherkov. "I will be in touch. You are really amazing people", he said to David at the door.

David nodded. "Looking forward to it, thought my wife is still rather pissed about you wrecking that bedroom."

"Offer my apologies to her for me please. I had to make it LOOK convincing. And thank you for taking care of my knee."

"Not a problem, on both counts. Good luck."

"Thank you, same to you." Viktor walked out the door.

David went back and flopped down on the couch. "What the hell just happened?" Mike asked.

"I have no fucking idea, Mikey. I wish I could tell you what just happened, but even I don't know."

"Who the hell was that guy?"

"Agent Viktor Cherkov of the Russian Intelligence Agency. And he proved to be who he said he was, according to the Muscle Testing thing that Brie did."

"Isn't it fucked up how she can tell if you're lying by pushing down on your arm?"

David shrugged. "I really don't care. I have nothing to lie to her about. I may have to deceiver every now and then so that I can surprise her, but what the hell do I have to lie about?"

"Haven't you wanted to screw another woman in the time you two have been together?"

David shook his head. "No. I have the woman I want. She's what I spent the first 37 years of my life looking for. What could another woman give me that she hasn't already? We have eight beautiful children together, our sex life is amazing, she makes me smile, she inspires me, she give me a kick in the ass when need it and an ear to vent to when the need arises. What more could I possible need?"

"A strange piece of pussy every now and then, maybe?"

David rolled his eyes. "Mikey, do Tina know you think about fucking other women on a regular basis?"

"Yes, she does. I told her flat out that I wanted to watch you and Brie on your anniversary because it was better than porn."

"Yeah, she told us about that. I don't know whether to be complimented or insulted by that comment, Mikey, i really don't."

"It was meant to be a compliment, brother, it really was."

"Maybe you and Tina should try role playing, or role reversal."

"I let her on top every now and then."

"That's not what I mean, Mike, and you know it. Let HER take control, or have her dress in a naughty little outfit. Spice things up a little."

"You and Brie have to do that?"

"No, because it's a constant struggle for dominance in our relationship. I may be the man and wear the pants, but she makes me work for control in bed. That's a damn fact."

"How do you always win?"

"I don't. Sometimes, you've got to let her take the wheel, brother. It may hurt your pride, but let Tina take control the next time you're intimate. She might just surprise you."

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"How does that muscle testing thing work, Brie?" Nicole asked as the wives all worked to clean the bedroom that Viktor had trashed.

"Muscles don't lie. According to the research I've done, our muscles are stronger when we tell the truth. So, by having a person hold their arm out to the side and pushing down on it after asking them a question, you can tell if they're lying or not by whether the deltoid holds or lets go", she explained.

"Show me how it works?" Tina said.

"Ok, hold your arm out to the side." Tina did what she was told. "Now, at some point I'm going to ask you a bullshit question and I want you to blatantly lie. Ok?"

"Yeah, sure. I can do it."

"Ok. Is your name Tina Wengren?"

"Yes." Brie pushed on Tina's arm and it stayed straight.

"Are you right handed?"

"No." Brie pushed down on Tina's arm again. No change.

"Is your husband's name Michael?"

"Yes." Brie pushed down again. No change.

"Have you ever killed a puppy?"

"Oh, yeah." Tina fought not to laugh, but failed and her arm gave when Brie pushed down on it.

The women all laughed. "See what I mean? Muscles don't lie."

Chapter 154

"We finally meet, Agent Cherkov", the Commandant said to the man in his office at 0430.

"At last, Commandant Henchly", Cherkov said. "What is the business you have with my employers?"

"I need their Intel on they have on the Utopians. I have some of the best Recon teams in the world working on it, but your Russians are a lot better for some reason. What will it take to convince your employers to hand over that information?"

"Be thankful, Commandant, that I am more mercenary than spy or I would be insulted. Most of my agency is more mercenary than spy. I will have to talk to my superiors and see what price they will charge, but I am quite sure that it won't be very cheap."

"I didn't expect it would be. Would you like to use my phone, Agent Cherkov?"

Cherkov picked up the receiver and dialed the number. "You do realize, Commandant, that this is international call."

"I do, Agent Cherkov. Just get me the price,and I'll do what I have to to get them their payment."

Cherkov nodded, then started speaking in Russian to the person on the other end of the line. There was a lot of "da" and "nient", but finally Cherkov hung up the phone. "I have your price, and you're not going to like it, Commandant."

"What is it?"

"Disturbed in Moscow."

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"Hey, Dad", Malachai said to David one afternoon.

"What's up, son?"

"When am I going to get to go onstage with you again?"

David smiled. "I don't know, son. We haven't scheduled another rally for anytime soon."

"Well, when is the next Family Jam Night?"

"I'm not sure, son. You'll have to talk to Uncle Danny about that one."

"Well, when we have the next one, can I sing 'Asylum' with you?"

David rubbed to the goatee under his lip. "Let me think about it, ok? That's the best answer I can give you right now."

Malachai nodded and gave David a hug. "I love you, Dad."

David smiled. "I love you, too, son."

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"Is it normal for me to still be amazed at the fact that Malachai thinks of my as his father?" David asked Brie that night.

She fluffed the pillows as she spoke. "I couldn't tell you, honey, but if that's how you feel, then who's to tell you that feeling is wrong?"

"I'd always amazed and flattered that he calls me, 'Dad'. Have been since the day we picked him up from your parent's house when he asked me if he could call me 'Dad'."

"Then, I guess it's not odd for you to still be amazed by it then. I don't know, honey. I'm not a psychiatrist. I'm a massage therapist. I know about muscles and how to get them to relax. I know how to stretch out muscles and correct posture using those stretches. I know nothing psychosis and MO's or anything like that." She laughed and climbed under the covers.

He slid into bed next to her and pulled her against him. "At least your honest about it."

She snuggled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and an arm across his chest. It didn't take long before they were both asleep.

Chapter 155

David had trouble sleeping that night. He didn't really toss and turn, but he spend long periods of time watching Brie sleep instead of sleeping himself. He had a bad feeling that Commandant Henchly was up to something and he was sure he wasn't going to like it.

At one point during the night, Brie came awake and looked up at David. "What's wrong,? I was sure you'd be snoring by now."

"I have this really bad feeling that the Commandant is up to something that involves us and I'm not going to like what it is. I can't explain it." He sounded tired, but one look in his eyes told her that he was wide awake with worry.

"Do you have any idea what it may be?"

He shook his head. "No, but I wish I did. It's making me crazy."

She laughed quietly. " You're already crazy, baby. I thought you knew that." She kissed his cheek.

"I do, but it's making my crazier. More like driving me toward perfect insanity." He laughed at his shitty attempt at a joke.

She giggled at the joke, then turned serious. "How about I take your mind off of what you THINK is going on?"

"Oh? What did you have in mind?"

She stretched up and pressed her lips softly to his. He chuckled and returned her kiss, deepening it as he rolled to rest on top of her. Her legs spread for him and wound themselves around his waist as her arms lid around his neck. It had been a couple of days since he had taken her, ravaged her... made love to her. It was about damn time he did so again.

His hips moved just right, and she gasped. That's how he KNEW he had her right where he wanted her. The gasping as he caught her by surprise, her back arching showing him how incredibly limber she was; it made him all the hungrier for her.

He put her feet over his shoulders and continued with the slow, almost torturous rhythm that he had started as she fought not to scream so as not to wake the others in the house. How she longed for them to have their own house again. A house where she could make all the noise she wanted and no one would think they were shooting amateur porn. But, such was a dream at this point. In their six years together, they hadn't had a place to call their own but for a couple of months. She hoped they could go back to that quaint little place in the Springs.

He kept pushing forward in that same torturous rhythm, slow and steady. He just couldn't bring himself to pound into her tonight. This wasn't a night to be rough, not to him. He needed to take his time with her. Even after she came, he kept going slow, capturing her lips with his so that not one little sound escaped.

The angle he had her at made it impossible for her to move along with him. She hated it, but she knew he loved it. He didn't have to search for that perfect little spot that was about the size of a quarter when he had her hips at the angle they were at.

Out of no where, he pulled back and slithered down her body. This was usually something he did in the beginning, so doing it in the middle of making love came as a surprise to her, but she LOVED it nonetheless. She loved it so much that the moment he touched her, she had to pull a pillow over her face so she could scream for him. This was nothing like he had ever done before and it was amazing to her.

For the first time that night, with his face buried in her most sensitive parts, he forgot that nagging feeling him the pit of his gut. All he wanted to do was own her as she took his mind off of what was bothering him.

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The morning came too soon for both of them. All either of them wanted to was stay in bed, but the kids were calling and they were parents first.

After getting up with their kids and feeding them as well as themselves, all of the adults, not just David and Brie, but the other guys and their wives welcomed an unwanted visitor. David was about to find out what it was that the Commandant wanted them to do that he was absolutely going to hate.

"Hello, Commandant", Brie said as she opened the door. "What can we do for you today?" She fought to keep her voice neutral.

"Good morning, Mrs. Draiman. You seem a little hostile this morning. Did I do something to upset you?"

"David has had a bad feeling that you want something that he's not going to like. You showing up here just confirms that in my mind. This gut feeling kept my husband up all night last night. I had to get creative to tire him out last night."

"I apologize for that, but your husband is right. I do want something. I need to speak with him and the other guys in private as soon as they're all up and awake enough to form coherent sentences."

Brie rolled her eyes and walked away from the door. "Close it behind you, Commandant. I'm not the maid."

Love that last line! Made me laugh.

Yeah, Brie's pissed.

Omg, omg what happens next? xDDD

Yeah, Brie's pissed... and here in minute you're going to see the other wives pissed too.

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Chapter 156

"How do you boys feel about taking a trip?" the Commandant asked as Nicole placed a plate of french toast, eggs over medium, and sausage on the kitchen table in front of him. He nodded a thank you to her, then turned his full attention back to the men at the table.

"Where?" David asked as he nursed a glass of orange juice. Brie made him cut back on the coffee.

"Russia."

"HELL TO THE NO!" Dan said as he cut a bite out of his french toast.

Brie came over and sat a plate in front of David. He pulled her down and kissed her cheek. "Thank you, baby." She winked at him and walked off. "Why, Commandant?" David asked as he cut into his steak.

"The Russians have information that I need on the Utopians and they won't give it to me unless you guys go over there and give them a concert in Moscow." The Commandant looked at David's plate. "Why do you have a steak on your plate and the rest of us have bacon, sausage, or a pork chop?"

"I don't eat pork. I'm Jewish, remember?"

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Sorry. Anyway, what do you guys say? I need this Intel to end this war."

John, who had remained silent even when the other guys groaned when Brie came in and started David's steak for breakfast and announced that the Commandant had arrived, finally broke his silence. "Here's a thought, Commandant, why don't you let us actually TALK about it and get back to you instead of insisting that we give you an answer right this moment? Or, better yet, why don't you tell us what this concert in Moscow is going to entail? Can we take our families? Come on, details, facts, beginning, middle, end. In that order would be nice." He popped some food in his mouth.

The Commandant looked a little taken aback. "I've never heard you talk like that, Moyer. What the hell?" John just shrugged as he chewed a piece of bacon and cut into his french toast. "Well, you could take your families, but remember, this is Communist Russia. The role of women is viewed differently there than it is here." David rolled his eyes but kept silent as he chewed a bite of his french toast that he'd dipped in the yolk of his eggs. "It would have to be a two hour show. Malachai couldn't go onstage."

David slammed his fork down on the table. "Who the fuck do the Russians think they are telling us how we can and can't put on a fucking show? If I want to take my son onstage with me, then you better believe that I'm going whether the Russian government likes it or not."

"I guess that's a no, then", the Commandant said.

"No, we haven't decided", Mike said. "But, I think I can speak for all of us when I say we're leaning toward not just no, but HELL TO THE MOTHER FUCKIN' NO!!!!" He looked at the guys. "Am I right?" The other guys just nodded.

"But, after you leave, we'll talk about it amongst ourselves and get back with you", Dan said.

"Excuse me for a moment", David said and left the table. The next thing anyone heard was thing banging, clanging, and breaking in whatever room of the house David was in.

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Brie walked into the room that they had all officially labeled "The Breaking Shit Room". She was sure to stay close to the door so as not to get hit when he chunked something against the wall. This time it was a trash can. "BULL SHIT!" he yelled.

"DAVID!" she yelled over the mayhem. He snapped to look at her. "Baby, calm down. I love you, you know that. Malachai loves you. He tells you every chance he gets. I'm sure that he would understand if he couldn't go onstage with you should you guys agree to do it. Personally, I think it's a bad idea. If you agree to do it, you're all stupid. But, I can't make the decision for you. It's something that you need to decide for yourself, baby."

He punched the wall. "It's bullshit. The only way he can get the information is if we agree to go to Moscow and put on a fucking show. Don't get me wrong, I've missed touring, but I'm not going to FUCKING RUSSIA just so that jack ass can get some fucking information. Why couldn't the Russians ask for money or something? Why US?"

She walked carefully into the room and to David, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him against her. "I don't know, honey. I wish I did. But, you need to calm down or you're going to scare the quads, let alone Maddie and the twins. They've never seen you mad like this."

He buried his face in the softness of her neck and breathed in the sweet scent of her skin. She smelled of her lavender and vanilla shampoo, cucumber melon body spray, and her shea butter lotion. The mix of them would probably smell horribly on anyone else, but she did it right. The cucumber melon body mist was so light you barely noticed it unless you knew it was there. The shea butter lotion had time to soak into her skin over night, but the shampoo... that lavender vanilla shampoo. It was just as intoxicating now as it had been their first night together. It was sweet and relaxing.

She felt him relax with every breath. She just stood there and held him as she rubbed those useless circles on his back. "I'll give you a massage after the Commandant leaves. Tell the guys I'll do the same for them. It should give you all a chance to clear your heads and think about it reasonably. Sound good?" He just nodded. He was intoxicated by what he was smelling, remembering that first night all over again.

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They walked back into the kitchen hand in hand. The Commandant was still at the table. "I apologize for that. I needed to go break something real fast."

"Feeling better, brother?" John asked.

"Yeah. Oh, and Brie wanted to do some body work for all of us after we've eaten." The look on the Commandant's face made David smile. The fucker had no idea what he was talking about. Good, he thought.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'll take my leave now. I'll let myself out. Mrs. Donegan, thank you for breakfast. I hope to hear something positive from you guys here soon." He replaced his cover and left the house.

"THE COMMANDANT HAS LEFT THE BUILDING!!!!" Tina shouted after they heard the door shut behind the Commandant.

"You can say that again", Kristen said. "What bullshit! Like you guys are his ONLY bargaining chip. What the hell."

Brie took a seat next to David while he ate, setting a cup of coffee down in front of him. "I'm getting to where I really don't fucking like that man. A Marine he may be, but, officers are jack asses. I've always thought that and always will."

Chapter 157

"Ok, baby, anything specific you want me to work on or to stay away from?" Brie asked David when they were alone in her massage room.

"Just my back today, honey. My back is REALLY tight, I can feel it."

She nodded. "Ok, you know the drill then. Clothes off to your comfort level, under the top sheet and blanket, face down. "I'm going to go to the office and see if I can find your fucking file, and Dan, Mike and John's while I'm at it."

"It shouldn't be too difficult to find them. The only client's you've had are us, the other wives, Natalie, and Matt. The Commandant has asked and you told him hell no." He pulled his shirt off over is head.

"I don't work for military officers. I refuse." She smiled and winked at him as he laid his shirt in the wicker chair she had in the room for them to sit in and lay their clothes in. "I'll be right back, honey." She left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving David to his thoughts. How the hell was he going to come to a reasonable conclusion as to what the hell to do about this Moscow thing. He climbed on table, laid face down and waited for her to knock on the door so that he could talk it out with her as a neutral ear to listen... or as neutral as she could be.

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"GOD! Where the hell are my files?!" Brie yelled as she wound her brown curls into a bun and shoved two chop sticks through it to keep her hair out of her face while she gave the men massages. She'd even changed into scrubs so as not to get oil all over her nice clothes. If there was one thing she always made sure she had, it was scrubs. You can get oil on scrubs and it doesn't matter. You can't get oil on designer jeans with out having hell to get it out.

Nicole came into the office. "What's wrong, Brie?"

"I can't find my files."

"You mean all your notes and stuff for massages?"

"Yeah. Those files have your intake forms, any doctor's releases I need, SOAP notes... I need the guys' files and I can't find them."

Nicole went to a filing cabinet to the left of the door and pulled out the top drawer. "Here they are." She pulled out five files.

"I only need David, Dan, Mike, and John's files, Nikki."

"I want a massage for helping you find them." Nicole said simply.

Brie laughed. "No problem, Nikki. You've got it!"

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Brie had finally come back to the room and was fifteen minutes into the work on David's back. He was desperately trying to relax, but he couldn't. "David, if you need to talk it out, then do so, sweetie. I'll be as neutral as I can."

He took a deep breath. "I don't want to think about it. I just want to clear my head so that I can think about it rationally."

"David, I love you, but you're being stubborn. You're so tense that I can't get any deeper than your traps. You need to talk it out. I know you."

He sighed and chuckled. "Better than I want to admit sometimes." He took a deep breath and started talking. "What pissed me off the most was the fact that the jack ass had to audacity to come into our home and tell us how to put on a show. It's bullshit." He kept talking and venting, and the more he talked it out, the more he relaxed and the deeper she could get to find the knots.

"Baby, you need to find a better way to relieve your stress than throwing things. It makes your rhomboids tight. Probably makes your pecs tight too, but you're not going to let me work on those are you?"

"No", he said with a laugh. "I just want my back today. Nothing else."

She looked at the clock. Five more minutes. "You know, I should have put you in the chair instead of on the table."

"What makes you say that?"

"I could have done nothing but your back for forty- five minutes to an hour and been sitting down for a good portion of it." She laughed.

"Maybe you should do that next time."

She laughed and shook her head. "I'm gonna step out so you can get your clothes back on and so that I can fill out the SOAP notes. I'll see you in the kitchen." She left the room.

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She sat at the table filling out her SOAP notes on David's massage while the other guys argued over who was going to go next.

"If she's smart, she'll put me on the table next", Mike said. He tried to peek at her notes on David.

She smacked him upside the back of his head. "That just earned you LAST one on the table, Mikey. You don't look at my notes on my other clients, whether they live in the same house or not."

"But..."

"No. I said last." She looked at John. "You wanna go next, John? You usually go last."

He looked shocked. "Sure, I'll go next. But I don't want a full body."

"Just your back?"

"Yeah", he said with a nod. "Just my back."

"Let me change the sheets on the table and grab a pillowcase for the breast plate, and I'll do it on the chair, instead."

"Sounds good to me."

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David walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes. "I did NOT want to get up off that table, let me tell you now."

Brie stood and kissed him before leaving to change the table. "John, I'll be right back to get you, just let me change the sheets."

"No problem, Brie", John said.

"You're next, Moyer? Usually it's Mikey or Danny that go next", David commented.

"Mikey ruined his chance of going next when he looked at Brie's notes for your massage."

David looked at Mike. "You know better shit than that, Mikey. Brie doesn't let ANYONE see her notes unless there's a supena for her records. You just screwed yourself."

Mike sulked. "Yeah, I know." He left it at that.

Brie walked back into the kitchen. "John. I'm ready."

"See you fuckers later!" John said and threw them all a deuce.

"It must be nice being married to a massage therapist. Before we had to go into hiding, you got massages anytime you wanted", Dan said.

David shrugged. "I really don't care that she gives the best damn massage I've ever had. I'm madly in fucking love with that woman and she's done for me what no woman before her has, she gave me children. I have four wonderful sons and four beautiful daughters. What more can a guy ask for?"

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After Brie finished the guys massages, she went to her and David's room to change back into her jeans and t-shirt. It was a Avenged Sevenfold shirt that she had bought years before. David loved the way it looked on her, he really didn't care who the band on the front was. The way it hugged her body made him crazy every time she wore it.

"Hey, baby", she called from the living room. The guys were still in the kitchen.

"Yeah?"

"Come here. There's something on TV you'll want to see."

David walked into the living room and saw what she's put in the television. "Hey, guys, Baseball Hall of Fame inductions are on!" He sat on the couch and propped his feet up in the coffee table.

She smiled at him. "You want me to bring you a beer?"

"Are you going to come back and watch it with me?"

"After I get Malachai and Jacob. They'd love to watch baseball with their dad."

"So, beer then the boys?"

"Sounds good. Maybe James and Jeremiah will come in and watch too?"

"You do understand I'm training all of our children to be Sox fans."

"Yes, dear, I do realize that. Chicago White Sox. I know. Forget the Cubs, you're a Sox fan till you die."

"Till my body is cold in the ground."

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Turned out that ALL of the Draiman kids wanted to watch the Hall of fame with their parents and Uncles. It was the coolest thing Malachai had seen since being on stage with is Dad and hearing the audience cheer for him. THAT had been the coolest experience ever.

After the Hall of Fame, there was a Sox game on. The Draiman family sat and watched it together. Every time the Sox scored a home run, everyone jumped up and cheered. When the umpire made a bad call against the Sox, everyone jeered and pitched a HUGE fit. "If that's not the most BULLSHIT call..." Dan said.

"What in the world was that, ump! He was safe!!!" Malachai said and turned to his parents. "That ump is a retard!"

David laughed. "Malachai, you're right, but watch your mouth." He took a sip of his beer and tried not to choke on it as he swallowed.

"But, it's true, Dad. That guy is STUPID! That was the CRUMMIEST call I've ever seen."

Chapter 158

"So, fellas, what are we going to do about this FUCKING Moscow thing?" Dan asked as the women cooked dinner that night.

"I don't like it", Mike said. "I think that this is the Commandant's way of being like the General."

The guys all nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean. The General wanted us as puppets, and the Commandant want to do that now. He's been using me to be the fucking news man on what the Resistance is up to instead of allowing me to offer a message of hope to the people. That's what those monologues were started for. I'm glad he keeps us in the loop, but shit. I'm not a fucking journalist", David said, nursing a bottle of beer.

"What do you think, John?" Dan asked.

"I hate it! I'm usually a pretty reserved guy, but enough is enough. He's not our puppet master. Our wives are. If anyone should be giving us orders it's those beautiful women in that kitchen, not that ugly fucker who's residence is in another state."

"I'm losing sleep over this shit", Dan said. "I say no, Commandant Henchly can go to hell if he thinks we're going to Moscow."

"Same here, Danny", David said. "My vote is no."

"No", Mike said.

"No," said John.

"It's settled then", David said. "We'll call the Commandant in the morning. Tonight, I'm going to sleep, and possibly make love to my wife. I'm DONE losing sleep over what the Commandant wants."

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"What do you think the guys are going to do about the trip to Moscow?" Kristen asked Brie as they set the children's table.

"From the mumblings while I was giving them their massages this afternoon, they've all pretty much decided not to do it. And they all seem tired of feeling like puppets for the Commandant", Brie told her.

"Well, I hope they make those feelings plain to the Commandant", Nicole said. "Dan's been losing sleep over this shit."

"So has David", Brie said. "Last night he spent more time watching me sleep than sleeping himself. It's old."

"Mike's not losing sleep, per say, but he's not sleeping very well. he tosses and turns. He's not a rowdy sleeper. Hell, he sleeps like a log."

Brie laughed. "Well, I'm sure that they'll make the right decision for them."

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After dinner, the adults all got the kids ready for bed. "Daddy", Maddie said, "Are we going to go to Russia and live now?"

"No, sweetie. We're going to stay right here."

"Good, I don't want to have to learn Russian. I like English just fine."

He smiles at his daughter. "What about learning Hebrew?"

"That's part of who I am. I'm part Hebrew, right?"

"Yeah. I'm Hebrew and your mama's half Hebrew."

"Exactly. So, if it's part of who I am, then why not learn it?" She shrugged her little shoulders.

God, she looked just like her mother when she did that... all the girls did. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, my Maddie, you're so damn cute. Now, get your cute little self in bed before you get in trouble." She climbed in bed as she was told and laid down. "Daddy?" she asked.

"Yeah, sweetie?"

"I love you."

"I love you too." He hugged her and kissed her cheek. He did the same for Jordan, answering questions, giving her a hug and kiss, and telling her he loved her.

Brie stood in the doorway, a wistful smile on her face and tears in her eyes. It wasn't everyday that she got to watch David put the girls in bed. Usually, Jacob and Malachai took up their Daddy's time, pelting him with questions until he told them that it was lights out time, told them he loved them and left the room after shutting out the light. She turned out of the doorway just before David turned and went for the light. He didn't need to see her like that. God, she was a hormonal mess. Fucking menopause making her all emotional and shit. She thanked God that she wasn't dealing with the hot flashes. She would have hated that and so would David. He was already losing sleep over the shit that was happening with the war and everything else. He didn't need to lose sleep over her to, though she was sure to him it would have been a welcome relief.

David went next door to the boy's room and told them good night, fielding the usual barrage of questions. After turning out the light in the boy's room, he went to the nursery where he found Brie with Makayla, rocking her back to sleep. She looked as though she'd been crying. "Is something wrong, baby?" he asked.

"Not anymore. Fucking menopause is making me all hormonal and emotional and shit."

He smiled. "But, you're cute when you're all hormonal and shit. It tells me there's a human in there and not a woman made of stone."

"When did you start thinking that?"

"You're so funny. I don't think that, but the guys have started thinking that. They think you're Superwoman or some shit like that."

She smiled. "I was raised to stand beside my husband through thick and thin, no matter what happens. I have my moments where I need support, but for the most. Every woman does. But, I'm not the kind of woman that broadcasts my problems. I tend to keep the fact that my shit is falling apart to myself... that was until I met you. Now, I keep it between the two of us. I'm just trying to keep my shit in check with menopause setting in and stuff like that. I don't want you to see me falling apart over nothing."

"Irian", he said and she shivered. He never called her that. "Your problems are my problems. You know that."

"David, don't call me that name, please. That woman is dead and has been for seven years now."

"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm trying to get a point across. I didn't fall in love with Brie. I fell in love with Irian. Just because your name was changed by the Agency doesn't mean that my feeling for you have changed, whether your Irian or Brie. I love YOU, no matter what I call you." He knelt in front of her. "Come on, let's go to bed. Let's put Kayla in her crib and go to our room."

She smiled. "You need to tell the quads good night, too, baby."

"I will. Give me Makayla and I'll lay her down. You head on to the room. I'll meet you there."

"Ok." She handed Makayla off to David and went to their bedroom, waiting for him in bed.

David gave the quads each a kiss on the forehead and shut off the light. He went to the bedroom where his wife waited for him, curled up on the bed, under the covers. She laid on her side, curled up into a ball. She looked so helpless. It broke his heart. He stripped down for bed, then climbed in next to his wife. She needed him right now. He could feel it. He gently rolled her onto her back and kissed her softly. He had to show her how much he loved her, no matter what happened.

"What are you doing?" she whispered against his lips.

"I'm showing you how much I love you." He devoured her mouth with his. It was the only thing he wanted at that point. He wanted that haunted look to leave her eyes. He wanted her to feel how passionately he loved her.

As he made his way down her body, she sighed her pleasure. Screaming wasn't something she was up for at the moment. "Oh, David", she said. The feel of his mouth on her was almost too much to bare. "I love you", she said as she hit her peak and moaned loud and long.

That's what he wanted to hear. He continued on with what he was doing. He wanted to draw this out, make it as long as he possibly could. Even if it took all night.

Her body was on fire from the very core of her being out. She wasn't sure if she could take much more of him between her legs. Her back arched and she clutched at the sheets. God, it felt so good, but she needed him in a different way. She used her knees to let him know what she wanted.

With one final lick, he moved up her body again and with the slightest movement of his hips, he slid inside her.

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"OH, GOD! DAVID!!" she cried as she came again. But this time, she didn't come alone. He froze above her and shivered. Oh dear God, he was just as phenomenal as he was the first night they were together. He took his time, showing her he loved her. It was beautiful, so beautiful that she clung to him and cried and he held her.

Chapter 158

"I have a feeling that your employers aren't going to like the answer they're going to get, Cherkov", the Commandant said.

"I can call them again. See if they have another price they will accept, but they were most adamant about Disturbed coming to the Mother Land and performing, Commandant. Give me a few moments and I will call and see if there is another price they will accept."

"Use my phone if you like, Cherkov, but I need a better price. I'm desperate."

Cherkov picked up the Commandant's phone and called his employers. Again, there was a lot of Russian, some of it was heated this time. Cherkov, shouted something, then was silent. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a concerned look on the Commandant's face. "I'm waiting to talk to upper management." The Commandant nodded. After a moment or two, Cherkov resumed speaking in Russian. After about fifteen more minutes, Cherkov hung up the phone. "Tell them we will pay them very well, and you'll get your information. Russia has never had Disturbed visit us. They can put on the show however they want, even if that means they want to bring Zippy the Clown on stage. It is their call."

"Even if Draiman wants to bring his eleven year old son on stage?"

"If that's what he wants to do, my employers will not complain."

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Just as David was getting ready to dial the Commandant's number, his phone went off. He looked at the number on the caller id. "Hey, guys, speak of the fucking devil..." he said.

"No fucking way", Mike laughed. "The Commandant is calling you?"

"Yeah", David laughed as he sipped on his orange juice.

"Must be calling to sweeten the pot", John said.

"Let's hear him out", Dan said. "Maybe he'll have a better offer than us just going to Russia."

David answered the phone. "Good morning, Commandant. How can we help you this morning?" he said."

"Good morning, David. You seem in good spirits this morning."

"Cut the shit, Commandant. What do you want?" Dan said.

"I'm sorry, Dan. I was trying to be as pleasant as David was to me."

"Well, David got laid last night, Commandant. None of us did", Mike said.

John snorted. "Speak for yourself, Mikey." Mike looked at John, but stayed quiet.

"So, anyway, I was calling to give you boys some more information on that Moscow trip before you give me an answer as to whether you're going or not."

"Spill it, Commandant. We don't have the rest of our lives, you know", David said.

"Ok. I understand. When I visited you yesterday, I didn't have all of the particulars of the trip. The people that have my information say that you have never been to Russia to perform. Is that right?"

The guys all thought about it. "Not that any of us can recall, no, we haven't", David said.

"Ok. Well, the people I'm trying to get this information from are willing to pay you several million dollars, US, to come over there and preform, and you can put on the show however you want. Pryotechnics, megatron, the works, if that's want. David, if you want Malachai onstage, you can. How does that sound?"

The guys all nodded at each other as the Commandant spoke. "Almost too good to be true", Dan said. They were all thinking it.

"Well, it's not. It's all true. If you want, I can get it in a contract."

"That would be a good idea, Commandant. Before we agree to anything, we want it in writing", David said.

I havent had my internet in a while and damn i had a lot to read! i missed u guys and this story! so good to read good shit!

Well, ladies... Chapter 158 was the final post of Chaos Becomes Her on this forum. Due to the content, I have decided to move it to my Myspace blog. My Myspace URL is [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] After I'm finished transferring this to my blog, I plan on continuing the work on it. I may be asking for suggestions at the end of some chapters like I have been on here.

I'm sorry ladies, but I had to do this. The content is getting too racy and I can't keep it here.

Feel free to become my friend on myspace, and fell free to read my blog anytime you want. I'll be adding more in the next couple of days.

Vikki

New Chapter posted in my blog. Go check it out and let me know what you think. You can leave comments there or on here.

Two more chapters up on the blog. Feel free to read them at your leisure.

New chapter posted. Feel free to tell me what you think and offer suggestions.

sorry there really haven't been any new chapters. It's test week for me and I'm trying to focus on my grades. I'll have some new stuff for you either thursday afternoon or friday.

Vikki

Ok, ladies, I seem to have hit a snag in the writing. I'm at a loss as to what to do next. If you've read what's happened so far and have any ideas, please feel free to post them here or send me a message on myspace.

Thanks a ton, ladies,

Vikki

Okay... the new Director is Brie's aunt, and is going to get the band's shitty equipment replaced.

Where are the Utopians at this point? Are they plotting against the Resistance still looking for revenge for the death of their President? Is Matt still training snipers, or is he going with the female sniper who killed the Utopian President? How close is the Resistance to overthrowing the Utopians? There was also something mentioned about the band going out on tour, but concerns were raised about their safety. Will that still happen? And this trip to Russia thing? The band agreed to look at contracts. Where does that go?

I don't know if this will get your creative juices flowing or not. Use them as writing prompts if anything else. That's what I do when I get stuck... I think about how certain storylines are going to progress and ask myself questions. I know now, for example, that Neil and Jayme are going to get back together very briefly; that Jordan's brother Matt is going to find out something he'd really wish he hadn't; and that Joe and Tracy are taking their daughter home to Kittery.

Thanks a ton, Stef. This helps a lot. Apparently I have so much going on that I stumped myself as to where to go next. I'm gonna keep this page open so that I can see what points I need to hit to end this shit with a bang. This is a huge help. I'm still trying to plot out the hit of all the OTHER government buildings, but that's going to be near the end.

Again, Stef, thanks a ton. This is a help.

D1FE, i went to go to your myspace and it wasn't there. can u post a new link?

Sorry there hasn't been a new post recently, but my comp has been on the fritz. It's fixed now and I'll be posting as much as possible.

crucified, here's that link: [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]

New chapter to be posted soon.

New chapter up. Tell me what you all think.

Fuckin' A-- the Commandant got suspended, and the Utopians are threatening to kill the band (again) and have sinister plans afoot for their families... great job!

Ya know, I really should be in bed LOL...I have class tomorrow. Looking forward to more...