My time with Mom was profitable. She had basic plans laid out for the direct attack on Diego's home & headquarters, and had calls set up for me to the Mayor, the police chief, and the Don. A short call to both the city officials got my approval for the activities I was planning, then I needed to make the last call.

The communication with the Don took some time; he wanted to review the attack and what we had done... which I edited a bit to assure the privacy of my defenses. One never knew who might be listening on an extension. Once past that, I gave him a rough outline about the attacks, without discussing where or when, as well as how many troops I would need. We set a messenger and locale for sensitive details, and finished the call with the Don expressing sympathy for Jeri's loss. I suggested he might consider making a donation to the scholarship fund, and told him how to do that.

In a blue mood, I told the staff that we would be closed today (except for regulars upstairs, of course). I also set up a memorial service this afternoon in the hall, having invited Jeri's family at that time. I called Grace at home to let her know what had happened and about the change of the day's events.

Back in my suite I laid down on the couch, reflecting on when I first met Jeri. She was on the streets, having just been released from prison, and looking for a trick. I picked her up and we wound up in a coffee shop. Later that night, we were in a motel room and sharing company as I had gotten her to acknowledge I would have been her first trick. The next morning we went back to B.A.I. and I got her started training with Mom. We'd been occasional lovers since, until she started to go with her now-husband.

They were deeply in love, and the much-changed Jeri got married in our hall, with all our 'family' around us. She had been married only four months, and was expecting her first child; now she and her baby were gone. I put together some notes for the eulogy this afternoon.

Stella came in, walking directly into my arms. I felt mixed emotions, and held her close to me. Eventually we somehow got to the bed, and made wildly rough love to each other.

A couple hours later, our Family had our crying-together in the hall, and I announced the scholarship, and the Don's contribution to it. Afterwards, I announced a free day, and that all equipment would be available for playing. In minutes I had Stella stripped down and into a vertical rack. She was adorned with nipple and labial clips, while I beat her carefully with a suede flogger, handing the implement to anyone who asked for a turn. Her skin was pink from shoulder to knee before too long, and I watched with a smile as she climaxed from the pain/pleasure she was feeling. Most were smiling by this time; this time had proven positive in getting rid of the blues all were experiencing.