I HAVE A DREAM
An improbable saga
By Izzy Ess of Dreaminess
Excuses were abundant
as the bridge collapsed and three cars had crashed onto roads below. Six passengers and drivers died before the
rescuers had had a chance to get to them.
The mayor and city engineers proclaimed that fault was to be found and
people would be punished. Angry citizens
had gathered in the central city square when Mayor O’Neal, appeared to make a
statement from the podium. Tomatoes and
potatoes hurled at him had found their mark.
A sniper fired his rifle at the mayor.
The bullet hit the mayor between the eyes and he fell back and then
pushed toward the crowd of horrified spectators, who let him tumble down the
steps. Policemen drew their guns and
were prepared to shoot the rifleman, but not a shot was fired because a loud
explosion rocked the city hall and it collapsed before their eyes. The crowd dispersed. The people ran in all directions, some confused
enough to run toward the city hall, which was now a pile of burning rubble. Fire trucks with their sirens wailing, soon
appeared to quench the fire that had begun.
Long arches of hosed water were directed at the flames, as steam and
smoke completely filled the air.
Pierre le Duc sat at
his console, twirling dials and pressing buttons as he watched the monitors
which showed the city hall and bridge.
The well-placed, expertly applied, explosives had accomplished
everything that he had planned, so skillfully.
Pierre was smiling as he settled into his own comfy swivel chair and
watched his handiwork succeed. Pierre
had sought revenge for his rejection by the mayor, a year ago. Pierre, a city engineer, had asked the mayor,
if he would come to his apartment for an evening meal and sex. The mayor had been offensive, loudly calling
him a silly fag, and firing him in front of all the staff at city hall. He’d vowed revenge and this was it, today and
yesterday, when he’d destroyed the Collin’s Bridge and Newport’s City
Hall. Pierre turned off his console and
the monitors went blank. Arising slowly
from his chair, he grabbed his coat and headed for the door. He pulled his luggage through the door and
did not look back as a blazing fire engulfed his room. A cab was waiting for him. “Airport!” barked Pierre as he alit the
taxi. His plane to Montreal was
scheduled to take off at 2:00 pm, that afternoon.
In Montreal, Samantha
Cunningham, a stunning beauty, drove her Citroen Deluxe huge limo, to pick up her
new assignment at the international arrivals terminal of Saul De Galle’s Grand
Aeroport, in Sherbrook Village, wealthy suburb of Laval. She wore her snuggly fitting chauffeur’s
uniform which amplified her shapely body, eh?
A captain’s cap concealed her gorgeous auburn hairdo which she’d coiffed
herself in Dorothy Hamill style. She
drove with confidence and picked up our Pierre to drive him to Le Grand Hotel
in downtown Montreal. Samantha dropped
him off, but not before she took his invitation for an evening’s entertainment
at the Galleria da Pasqual. She drove to
her apartment in the older section of the city, where she parked in her garage
and took the elevator to the penthouse with a splendid view of Montreal and
Fleuve de Saint Laurent. Disrobing,
languidly, she examined her great pulchritude by posing, model-like, before her
mirrored bathroom wall. She fondled many
parts of her magnificence throughout her long and soapy shower. Satisfied completely, she then towelled off
her whole lovely body and lay down upon her silken paisley sheets. Samantha slowly sipped some good Chablis,
then fell asleep, contendedly. She
dreamt of luscious gardens and a tryst with Adam, her attentive young amour.
Pierre had registered
as Jackson Jonathan B. Beauregard of Memphis, Tennessee, for which he had
abundant ID papers. Bellboys took him to
his suite and tastefully accepted a huge tip.
Disrobing, our Pierre enjoyed a long relaxing shower after ordering the
hotel’s best champagne. He sampled the
excellent vintage champagne, Beluga caviar, the garlic bread and creamy butter,
eh? Pierre enjoyed their savoury good
tastes and bubbly-salty stimulation.
Speculating on the beauty and the promised talents of Samantha, his
chauffeur, and this night’s challenge, he lay down upon his king-sized bed and
promptly fell asleep. He dreamt of Lake
Geneva, Switzerland, and seducing Olga Wallenstein, the captain of the touring
yacht, with Hans Blumstein, the cabin boy, on the gently rocking boat. He laughed that wicked laugh of his, when he
awoke before the desk clerk’s scheduled call at 7:00, pm. It reminded him he had to meet Samantha at
the Galleria da Pasqual at 8:00.
Samantha’s bell was
chiming to awake her and remind her of her date with her new challenge, Jackson
Jonathan B. Beauregard, the alien, from the USA, whose name, Pierre le Duc, was
wired her before she picked him up, that afternoon. Her chief had also wired her that he was
obnoxiously quite dangerous and an explosives expert. As precaution, Sam had put her fully loaded
neat pearl-handled Derringer inside her purse, before she left to join Pierre. Her chief remarked that she had been
receptive to his invitation and would have a chance to find out what Pierre was
doing in Quebec. Samantha was an
undercover agent for the FLQ avowed to separate the province of Quebec from
Canada and make Quebec a sovereign country.
Quebec, so far, had only aggravated Canada and had been quiet lately
under Jean Charest, the Liberal Prime Minister.
Charest had been successful in suppressing FLQ and keeping it from
murder plots to kill opposing politicians and begin revolting in a serious
political and economic way. Samantha was
outstanding as an undercover agent, gleaning information under covers,
so-to-speak. She understood her
usefulness and special talents that were of value to the FLQ. Besides, assignments offered her a lot of fun
and entertainment.
Our Pierre met Sam
beneath the fabled clock at Da Pasquale’s Galleria. “Ce vas?” asked Pierre in perfect
dialect. Samantha thought he was much
smarter, than she thought on meeting him, initially, and then replied in
perfect, Richard Burton English, “I’m feeling quite well, thank you. And, you?”
Pierre thought that Sam was cleverer than he had thought, before, and
then responded, “I’m OK,” like Jimmy Carter would have said it. Slyly, asking, “Wollst du episs essen oder fressen?” Sam replied immediately, with a smile, “No, I
wouldn’t like to dine or eat like a fat pig.
I would, however, like to have a drink with you, perhaps a smooth
Chablis.” “Touché, my dear Samantha, or
whatever is your name. Let’s get a
waiter to retrieve a bottle of your finest dry Chablis and let the games
begin!”
The dueling couple
entered Charles V Ristorante and were seated at a corner table near the
kitchen. Carlos Lopez winked at both of
them before he took their order for a fine Chablis. Uncorking it, the waiter poured a little for
Pierre who sipped a bit and nodded, “Yes!” to Carlos. Carlos poured a glass for Sam and then filled
up the glass for her opponent for the night.
She had a better look at him and noticed that he was quite muscled, and
she guessed that he did exercise to keep in shape. Pierre reviewed our Sam and thought that she
worked out. He also noticed her uplifted
breasts and found no evidence of underwear beneath her snuggly fitting black
silk dress. The both of them had checked
out Carlos, who they thought was muscular and noted that he had upholstered
guns beneath his jacket. Each had
wondered for just whom this undercover agent worked. Intelligence had not informed them of this
Carlos; they were thinking that he must be with RCMP.
When Carlos came to
take their orders for the gourmet offerings, he recommended items three and four
which were the Barramundi et Filet au Sangliet.
Pierre assumed they were both fish.
Samantha knew the dishes well and did not translate for Pierre. Pierre was truly shocked to see medallions of
some meat in reddish glazing sauce. Sam
smiled and told him it was porc sauvage, sliced tenderloin of boar in
Burgundian sauce. Samantha’s fish was
whole and steamed with onion-garlic flavours and was served with butter
knife. Each meal included lightly
browned young skinned potatoes and glazed white and crunchy young
asparagus. The couple sampled everything
on both the plates of gourmet offerings and were impressed with how deliciously
prepared and beautifully presented was just everything. The meal was crowned with Danish sundaes
topped with Grand Marnier. They smacked
their lips in admiration of dessert.
Pierre
then smiled and asked Samantha if she would accompany him to his lovely suite
where they could have a night cap. “Of
course,” quipped Sam. “I thought you’d
never ask!” Pierre suppressed his
jubilance and added, “Would it be OK with you if I invited Jack, the bellboy,
whose been very kind to me?” Samantha
caught on quickly and demurely said, “Of course, my dear American. I’d love to be a part of the American
tradition of generosity, good sharing and good feelings, all around. It’s been a while since I have lived the good
old Dream of one for all and all for one, begun by Musketeers of France. After all, we are in French provincial
territory, destined to be Sovereign, once again, I think.” Pierre just gazed at Sam. He thought he’d hit the mother lode. He knew, for sure that he would find some
honest work in Montreal, through Sam, an avid spokesman for a Free Quebec. He found the prospects of exploding things
exciting and he yearned to get his feet completely wet in Montreal.
Pierre
settled with the waiter, Carlos, leaving him a generous gratuity. He asked if Carlos could arrange a limousine
for them to take Samantha and himself to the Grand Hotel. Carlos smiled and said, “Of course, my kind
American. It’ll be arranged, anon.” The handsome couple was escorted to the lobby
where a uniformed chauffeur was waiting.
He escorted them to his big Lincoln limo and opened wide the doors to
let them climb aboard. There was a
minibar aboard with fine champagne. The
African-Canadian chauffeur, Akimbo, poured them two large champagne glasses and
he closed the doors. Akimbo entered the
front seat and pushed a button which partitioned off the driver from his passengers
with panels made of one-way glass. He
pushed another button and the sound of Mendelssohn was heard. It was the incidental music for “Midsummer,”
and the scherzo, “Wedding March,” was playing.
During all the champagne and music, both Samantha and Pierre excused
themselves to take calls on their Blackberrys.
Both of them were getting information on Akimbo, Carlos and the
Ristorante. Both received the data that
Akimbo was an agent of the CIA and Carlos was an agent of RCMP. The Ristorante was the secret meeting place
for many agents, RCMP, CIA, FBI, SS of the USA and the FLQ. Both Sam and our Pierre did realize the
cameras and the voice recorders must have been secreted everywhere, perhaps
even in the food, which meant they’d swallowed bugs and would be thoroughly
recorded over days until they pooped them out.
They smiled and shrugged their shoulders and remarked, “We might as well
put on an interesting show!” Akimbo and
Carlos both overheard this last remark.
They smiled and shrugged their shoulders, too.
The
bellboy, Jack, met Sam and our Pierre as their chauffeur brought them into the
lovely lobby of the famed Hotel. Akimbo
smiled at Jack and winked at him. The
smile and wink were given back. Jack led
Pierre and Sam to our Pierre’s quite lovely suite, with panoramic views of
downtown Montreal, Mount Real and the lovely water front, Le Fleuve de St.
Laurent. The geometric Expo dome
designed by F. Buckminster Fuller, all lit up, just looked magnificent. Once inside, the door was locked. As if on signal, the three dropped all their
clothes. Our Jack admired Sam, while our
Pierre admired Jack. Samantha ogled both
the men. She thought that Jack was like
a god, Adonis. She thought Pierre was
like a tackle on a football team.
Samantha was the choice to give directions on the king-sized bed, on
which they all had climbed. She seemed
to know the feelings of the men as she positioned our Pierre to lie
supine. She licked his genitals and was
not surprised that his large penis was responsive. She asked our Jack to sit on him and let him
slide his penis into his back door. Both
men gasped. Samantha asked the men to
hold it for a moment while she sat down slowly on Jack’s erection and ensured
it penetrated her front door, which was already hot and moist. Samantha felt Jack’s member get enlarged and
start to throb. Jack grabbed her ample
breasts and held on tight as he commanded them to start their engines. In synchrony, the three of them were rocking
slowly, making sure that both the penises were deeply placed. It could have been athletically perfect as
the threesome started rocking much more vigourously. Samantha moaned and started sweating,
grunting, holding tight Jack’s hands upon her breasts and nipples. Then men were grunting, too. Simultaneously, all of them let out a scream
of ecstasy as all participants exploded.
Sam continued rocking and experiencing many spasms of delight. Sam finally extended both her arms and
screamed, “Uncle!” The rocking slowed
and stopped. Pierre and Sam and Jack all
disengaged, lying, panting tight beside each other, holding hands like teenage
children at a Carnival. Jack sprang
up. He poured them all champagne and
made a plate with caviar and crackers for their sudden appetites for something
else. They all sat, naked, on the bed
and ate the caviar and crackers and drank the bubbly cold champagne. Just nothing much was said, until Pierre
remarked, “I hope that show was entertaining to you all!” He explained to Jack about the possibility
that everything was just recorded. Jack
smiled and admitted that he’d set the cameras for recording light and sound,
himself, behind the vents on all four walls.
The three stage players all arose and turned around in mock slow motion
to enhance the details of what must have been recorded. They all bowed in the direction of the vents
on all four walls. Applause was surely
heard by everyone. It was emanating from
the vents. Another round of bowing did
ensue. Applause was even louder. Jack and Sam got dressed and left Pierre to
sleep. Samantha asked the bellboy Jack,
if he would like a nightcap. “Sure,” he
said. “I’d love a nightcap and another
chance at delving into your interior.”
“Consider it a full-time job, if you would like.” She smiled from ear to ear and Jack did,
too. They spent the next three days
completely intertwined in Sam’s large condominium, just coming up for air and
things to eat and drink, on rare occasions.
When Jack departed to report to work, Samantha asked if he would be her
boyfriend for as long as he could stand it.
Jack replied, enthusiastically, “Yes, I would, as long as you can stand
it.” Jack and Sam were happy to be
friends and lovers. They foreclosed
negotiations with a tender kiss and hug and standing intertwinings and enjoinings,
penetration and a climax for our Jack, while Sam had several. “So long,” said Jack. “A bientot,” replied Sam.
Samantha’s
lengthy document she sent to FLQ described Pierre in detail and suggested
strongly that he was a loner, working only for himself. She admired his pulling off the bridge and
city hall destructions plus a disappearing act to get to Montreal. She said that he was slick and would be
interested in a go at Canada and neighbouring Ontario. She speculated that he was not money minded. Rather, he enjoyed his work and got a lot of
satisfaction from a job well-done.
Samantha did suggest that FLQ would profit from his expertise. She said, she would be happy to facilitate a
meeting, inasmuch as she was intimate with him and he would trust her to
arrange a meeting with the FLQ. The FLQ
agreed. They suggested that she make an
invitation to him to again have dinner at the Galleria da Pasqual, where agents
of the FLQ could interact with them. She
called Pierre that day and he agreed to meet her at the Ristorante. It was all arranged for Saturday night when
crowds would hide the obvious, to some extent.
She called our Carlos, delighted to receive her call. He said he would be happy to arrange another
special dinner at a special table for them, for their privacy. Sam knew full well that Carlos would arrange
for spying apparatus even more than he had done, before. She also knew that clever old Pierre would
speak in code, which she would pre-arrange.
Sam admitted to herself that she enjoyed Pierre’s exchanges and his
quite wonderful resourcefulness, his bigger belly and his huge erection. She also contacted Jack and let him know what
was afoot. She also let Jack know that
she was free for him to make some visits until Saturday. Our Jack responded with delight. He truly loved to spend some quality time
with his Sam. Samantha recognized she
was in love with Jack and anticipated spending lovely interludes with him.
At
Ristorante, Saturday, Samantha and Pierre were seated in a private booth with
curtains to assure the privacy that Sam desired. Our Carlos was the waiter, still, and he did
recommend the items, six and eight, for their consumption. The champagne was on the house and was
delicious. The meal that they did order
was a sirloin steak, done perfectly, and mallard l’orange, which surely was
outstandingly delicious. Samantha waited
‘til dessert, a flaming huge affair, des cherries’ jubilees, before she mentioned
FLQ. Revealing that she was an
undercover agent, she waited anxiously for his response. Pierre began to smile and asked her why she
hesitated. He responded eagerly, he
said, because he likes to see things blown to bits. Samantha laughed. She liked this man. And, even though he liked
to diddle boys, she liked his brave ambition to explode his homemade bombs and
make a difference in the world. She
asked if he would like to meet her boss, Jules Pont d’Etoile. Pierre replied, “The sooner is the better!” Sam held up her hand to indicate he should
not say a word and took her cell phone out.
She entered a known code for Jules.
And, Jules appeared within five minutes.
Sam made all the intros. Like
Sam, Jules held up his hand to indicate they should not talk. Arrangements for a secret meeting was
revealed in code to Sam. Samantha wrote
a note in surreptitious manner and she passed it on to our Pierre. He read it once and swallowed it. Jules, Samantha and Pierre got up and
left. Samantha settled things with
Carlos and they exited the Galleria.
Jules had had a limo waiting and he offered Sam and our Pierre a
lift. Secluded in the back seat, Jules
began by saying that the limo was secure and they could talk a bit. Samantha kissed Pierre and welcomed him
aboard. Pierre and Jules shook hands, a
business gesture. They were to meet next
Tuesday. Jules would pick him up at his
hotel at 9:00 am and they could talk securely in the limo and at Jules’ back
room where he appeared to run a grocery store.
The
meetings were triumphant. Plans were
made to shock the undisturbed whole world of Canada and make Quebec a country
on its own. Pierre and Jules shook hands
on it. A lot of gold was paid Pierre to
purchase his equipment needed for their plans.
Samantha
and her Jack were left alone for one whole week of loving in a deep expression
of their loves toward each other.
Samantha was disturbed by orders to assist Pierre in plans for taking
over Canada. She wasn’t privy to the
master plans but she was being asked to use her special talents to obtain some
serious materials, including huge amounts of plastic for explosives and a huge
supply of detonators that could be set off by remote controls. All acquisitions would be done so
surreptitiously, it needed her to make three dozen contacts with suppliers to
keep secret the amounts that were to be retrieved. Samantha did her duties, superseding all her
plans to spend with Jack. Of course,
this also meant Pierre would not be asking Jack for those activities requiring
Jack’s back door. It took six weeks for
Sam, Pierre and Jules to set their watches for the operation, dubbed “Quebec Is
Free!” or, QIF, in code. The date and
time were set. The FLQ headquarters in
Laval was primed to go September 4th at 6:00 am. Pierre and Sam, Jules and staff were present
in the huge war room underneath a Catholic Church on Rue St. Charles de Galle. Everyone sat quietly, their eyes just riveted
to those huge monitors set on the walls.
Exactly
6:00 am, one screen revealed a huge explosion in the city, Cornwall in Ontario,
at the narrow part of the St. Lawrence River.
Then, a water spout appeared as rubble started falling in the water,
caused in fact by an explosive placed beneath the water, in the river bed. Another screen showed a huge explosion at the
sites of the American and Horseshoe Falls collapsed the Falls on both sides of
the border. Another monitor showed
complete destruction of the Parliament in Ottawa, while another showed complete
destruction of the Parliament in Queen’s Park, Ontario. A fleet of warships in the middle of Lake
Ontario started moving toward the erstwhile waterfront in downtown
Toronto. A battalion of tanks moved from
an empty lot into a bold position to confront the downtown areas of Ottawa and
what was left of governmental structures.
The monitors in Ottawa and Toronto showed rising levels of the Ottawa
River and Lake Ontario. Pierre turned
triumphantly to face his co-conspirators and hit the last red button on his
console. “It is done!” Two huge explosions blew apart the airports
in Toronto and in Ottawa. A standing O
was given to Pierre by Sam and all the others in the war room. Someone started singing “Les Marseilles!” and
everyone joined in. By noon, white flags
were flying in Toronto and in Ottawa.
The TV networks, still on line, were fed the pictures from the war room
monitors from underneath the Catholic Church, in old Laval. By evening, all the world had seen the
devastating attacks. The floods and loss
of power from the generators at Niagara Falls completely crippled Southern
Ontario and the Ottawa Valley regions.
Pre-recorded messages from Laval were broadcast through the afternoon
and evening, all around the world. “We
are the Freedom Fighters for a Free Quebec!” declared the one with Jules
addressing everyone in French and English, Chinese, German and in Russian. “Long Live the Country of Quebec!” was
another done by a stunning looking Sam.
“Y’all had it coming!” said the one created by Pierre.
Ottawa
capitulated, giving power to the country of Quebec. Quebec established a republic and did claim
the whole of Canada as theirs. Within a
month, the Constitution was established and the Country of Quebec became a huge
Republic with Jules as the president and Pierre as his prime minister. Samantha was appointed by the president to be
the Mistress of the State while Jack became the Finance Minister. Divisions made what used to be Ontario,
Quebec and all the Maritime provincial areas became a state, the State of
Quebec. The Inuits were given all the
land above the Arctic Circle as the State of Arctica. West Kanata was the state from what was
Manitoba all the way to the Pacific Coast.
Vancouver and Victoria created their own state, the State of
Pacified. The Country of Quebec became
remarkably successful, changing all the laws, reflecting the respect the Inuits
proposed, respectful of the land and water and avoidance of the horrible abuse
the Europeans had imposed on everyone.
There was no further cuttind down of forests. There was no further burning of the oil from
underground. The non-polluting Stanley Steamers
were again invented. Bicycling became
the rule. More walking was
encouraged. Nightly village meetings
with the elders telling tales was re-instated, everywhere. City sizes were reduced and folks were given
lots of countryside to build more villages of less than hundred people,
self-sufficient in their growth of food and making of their clothes. Quebec showed by her example how to stop
pollution and restore the land to goodness, bounty and its beauty.
Samantha
married Jack and lived to see their dreams come true.
THE
END
© izzy sommers, md
Welland, Canada
July 30, 2013
