Chapter 79

The General left without a fight. He figured that he was out numbered and that was prudent on his part to make a speedy retreat. The revelation came to him when he saw not only David, but Mike, Dan, and John cracking their knuckles and closing in on him. "What's it going to be, General?" David asked. The retreat was expeditious to say the least.

Brie came into the room and wrapped herself around David's waist. "The nerve of that guy", she said.

"Well, he's no longer going to bother us. He is being replaced. I found that out for a fact", John said.

"Good, I hope the son of a bitch rots in hell", Kristen said.

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Three weeks later, David got a phone call while he and Brie were... busy. Why the fuck did shit like this have to pop up while he was working or "playing"? He just let the phone ring. Whoever it was could either leave him a message or call back. It was the first thing in the damn morning anyway. Why would someone call at 7:45 in the morning? Didn't this person know that early morning sex was the best ever?, he thought. Fuck it, he decided, he was going to finish what he was doing, then he MIGHT call them back.

Fifteen minutes passed and the phone rang three more time in that period. He stopped what he was doing. "I've got to take that, baby, I'm sorry", he panted.

She laughed breathlessly. "Lay back against the pillows. While you talk to whoever it is, I'm gonna test your concentration."

He grabbed his phone and did as she asked. "Hello?" he said as she snaked down his body.

"Good Morning, Mr. Draiman. I hope I didn't wake you", said the gruff baritone on the other end.

"No, you didn't, but who are you and how did you get this number? It's not listed and the phone is untraceable."

"The name's Commandant J.G. Henchly. I'm the new Commander of the Resistance."

David took a shaky breath. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Commandant?"

"Is this a bad time, Mr. Draiman?"

David made is slight noise of pleasure. "No, no, not at all, Commandant. What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to commend you on your most recent monologue to the troops. The one where you dog the last commander. That shit was golden!"

David was having trouble keeping his breathing steady. "Thank you, Commandant. I appreciate the comment. I honestly didn't much care for the douchebag." David's breath caught in his throat at the end.

"Mr. Draiman, it sounds to me like you're rather busy. I'll call you back later", and he hung up.

David dropped the phone to the floor. GOD DAMN IT! he thought.  She's GOOD!