Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

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I kept an eye on the Mercedes in my rearview mirror. There was an exit in two miles, and I needed to get off and get some breakfast and take a quick nap. I entered a construction zone, and the lane narrowed. A dump truck pulled onto the shoulder, revving its engine. My mind flashed back to Afghanistan, to my time my in the desert. The dump truck became a Humvee.

I heard gunfire and ducked down below the dashboard, trying to keep an eye on the road. Someone in the Mercedes was shooting at me with an assault rifle. I could hear the shots: pow, pow, pow, pow, pow. My heart pounded in my chest and my hands shook on the wheel. I couldn't breathe, and felt like I was watching reality in slow motion. The right side of my Escalade scraped against the concrete construction barrier. Orange sparks flew at the window.

I passed the hardhats holding their jackhammers, and suddenly, all at once, things cleared. I could breathe again. There were no shots. It was in my head. The Mercedes behind me kept going straight down the highway. There was a middle age woman driving, a German Shepard in the passenger seat next to her.

I got off the highway and found a Denny's in Downtown Richmond. Although the gunshots weren't real, the collision with the construction barrier was. The silver paint on the passenger side door was toast. And it was only seven hours into my trip. Good thing I got the renter's insurance.

I ate a monster breakfast -- the Super Slam -- got back into the ...

... Escalade, slid the seat all the way back, and slept for an hour. I woke up a new man, totally refreshed. I gassed up the car and got back on the highway. Only 12 more hours until I got to Tampa.

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When I crossed into North Carolina, I started thinking about Rick Faustino. He was from Greensboro, and after his time in the SEALs, moved back there and started a family with his wife, Cecilia. They had four kids -- first a son, then a daughter, then twin boys. He was a great husband and father. When our security company scored its first big government contract in September of 2019, it was extremely difficult for him to leave his family and go back to Afghanistan.

But like most middle-class American families, he needed the money. Like me, he could no longer run the logistics of our business from home as we'd been doing for more than a decade. Big contracts required big risks, and we were forced to go back into the desert ourselves.

Things got off to a good start, as the U.S. was in peace talks with the Taliban. For the first few months we did weapons transportation, coordinating the shipment and distribution of guns and devices in high-risk areas. We were good at our job. Things got where they were supposed to go in a timely manner. Everyone was happy, and no one got hurt. Safety was our first priority.

It was about eight months in that our work got complicated. We were offered a seven-figure contract to help the U.S. military crackdown on illegal arms dealing, as ...