I stared at him for a second. "Dinner with the Prime Minister? Who? Us? Why?"
Javier laughed at me. "Yes, you! Who else! Why? Why is because you are now a member of your Congress! We try to be polite to them. Why else!?"
I turned to face Marilyn, who looked as stumped as I was. "I'll be damned!" I turned back to Javier. "We don't really have a choice in this, I am guessing."
He held his hands out in a placating gesture. "Of course you have a choice, but the smart choice is to say yes and get to meet the people who own the island your house is on, hmmm? Please, it will be very pleasant. The Prime Minister, your Ambassador, a few other people ... nothing too elaborate."
I rolled my eyes and looked at Marilyn, who gave me a wry look and shrugged. I shrugged back, and then said, "Well, when you put it that way ... It better not be too elaborate. We're on vacation, and I left my tuxedo at home!"
"That won't be necessary. A suit would be fine, or perhaps a sport jacket even. Did you bring one? No? Well, we have many fine shops you can visit by then."
"Great. You'd better be there, too, buddy."
"Oh, of course. I'll even have a car sent round for you on Saturday evening, eh?"
"Fine." Then I thought of something. "How did you learn I was a Congressman? I haven't even been sworn in yet. And how did you get this job?"
"The second part is the answer to the first. I am in charge of special investigations for the Prime Minister. When the interest in you surfaced recently, it was placed in my hands.", he answered.
"Interest in me? What possible interest could the government of the Bahamas have in me? You've never had any before!"
"But you weren't a Congressman before, were you."
"Still..."
He gave me a wry shrug. "Blame it on your reporters back home. Somebody called our embassy in Washington about the events back in 1982. Nobody there really knew anything about it, so they called the home office and asked them. Well, that was eight years ago, so it got passed along to the Assistant Commissioner of Special Investigations to look into. A candidate for the American Congress was in a bar fight? How extraordinary! So I looked into it, and discovered that somebody with the same name visits us on a regular basis and actually owns a home here. A billionaire, no less! Well, why don't we get the original police officer to see if they are the same people? What a bright idea! And here we find ourselves now."
"And it just happens that you are that officer. That is quite the coincidence.", I said.
"That really is a coincidence. But anyway, once we knew who you were, the embassy was told to watch the news and let us know if you won. I also contacted the maintenance company that takes care of your home here, and asked them to let me know about your schedule, and they told me you were coming here this week. So, we simply put two and two together. You won, and you're here, and now the Prime Minister would like to meet you."
"Well, far be it from me to rain on anyone's parade. Please let them know we will be happy to attend. Simply call and let us know the time the car will come out. What exactly does the Assistant Commissioner of Special Investigations investigate, by the way?", I asked.
He chuckled at that. "Anything the Prime Minister wants me to."
I suddenly had a bright idea. "Assistant Commissioner, do you have a few minutes. I just found myself with a security detail, and we need to know a few rules. Could I have them speak to you?"
"Of course."
I left Marilyn in the office and went back to the plane. I climbed up the steps and said, "Everything is kosher. I can explain it later. Listen, if you two wanted to find out about carrying a weapon here, I have just the man to help you. Leave them on the plane and come with me."
Joe and Marie looked mystified, but complied. Joe took his out of his shoulder holster and left it on his seat. Marie must have been carrying hers in her handbag, because she left that behind. I introduced them to Javier, and then I went back out, to explain things to the pilot and copilot, and start unloading our luggage. They helped me carry it over to our minivan parked at the terminal. I also made sure we moved the security detail's luggage.
When we made it back to the plane, we found Javier on board with Joe and Marie, inspecting their identification and carry permits from Maryland. He nodded to them and handed everything back. All I caught was that they needed to run into town tomorrow to see him and he would give them something official. That was for them to sort out. When we got back, Henry could figure out something long term. Another crisis resolved.
We drove directly to Hougomont. As the Assistant Commissioner had mentioned, we had been using a maintenance company for years now. While we didn't want staff around during our visit, we did want the place properly taken care of between visits. They handled all the yard work and maintenance, and cleaned and did the house laundry (sheets and things) after we left. They would clean out the fridge and tidy things up, too. Some of the guests we let use the place when we weren't around could be a bit sloppy. Also, there was a standing list of staples to be checked on in the kitchen cupboards, and some liquor to be restocked in the cabinet. We didn't need to stop on the way there to pick up groceries. We would probably have to reevaluate some of these things in light of the new security situation.
Marilyn teased me as we left the airport. "Wow! An invitation to meet the Prime Minister! You Congressmen must be pretty important! I guess I did alright dumping my tycoon boyfriend for somebody as important as you!"
I snorted and laughed. "Now I get to tell you to behave, or I'm going to tell your husband you're cheating on him!" She just laughed at me.
Once at the house, we unloaded the minivan and carried the luggage inside. Ours went into our room, and we let Joe and Marie use a couple of the spare bedrooms. They said this was only a temporary thing. We should give serious consideration to building a small security building out of sight somewhere on the property. I'd have to give that some thought. We had the acreage, but I had just never considered it before. Then they disappeared, to wander around outside and check out the property.
I took the opportunity to follow Marilyn into the bedroom. Earlier, I had failed to detect any underwear under my wife's dress. If we couldn't fool around outside anymore, we would just have to fool around inside!
I waited until Marilyn came out of the master bath and stopped her. With one hand I cupped one of her breasts through the dress, while I used the other hand to begin unbuttoning her dress. She smiled, but said, "What will they think?!"
"Remember, they said to ignore them." I slipped my hand inside to begin toying with her breasts directly, eliciting a pleasant shudder in her.
"Oh, God, they are going to think we're ... oh..." Her eyes fluttered as she came from my flicking her nipples.
"So what! We are!"
I pulled her over to the bed and sat down on it, where I was able to finish with the buttons. Marilyn shrugged off the dress and crawled onto the bed with me. Marilyn returned the favor by stripping me naked as well. We slipped onto our sides, facing each other, and while I suckled her nipples and fingered her slit, Marilyn began stroking my cock. Within five minutes she was moaning and demanding, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" I rolled her on her back and Marilyn tried to pull me on top of her, but I resisted. I threw a leg over hers and held her in place on her back, legs spread, and I reached across to grasp the arm which had been flailing around, and placed that between her legs. I held her hand there, forcing her to pleasure herself, as she moaned and demanded to be fucked.