The Day John Fitzgerald Kennedy Past. Welby Thomas Cox, Jr.

and would deliver what he promised, though there would be a premium upon delivery. This would be far cheaper than stealing them from the CIA farm, the covert training site in south-eastern Virginia. Five hundred wooded acres known to the trainees as Camp Pain. Ray Ray Beltray instructed the trainees in hand-to-hand combat and light weapons, most of the men were college grads and where eager for the excitement and to get a leg-up on a job doing undercover work with the CIA. The job was actually a demotion for Ray Ray, the company's way of jerking his chain for refusing to sign a letter of reprimand for his role in the Bay of Pigs.

      They were lucky he didn't quit, valuable forces died because Kennedy thwarted what was a piece of cake invasion, holding his options open until it was too late and leaving the men strung out on Blue Beach.

      Ray Ray was aboard the company lead-ship which was anchored about twenty miles off Blue Beach where the landing took place. Ray Ray knew from the first messages spliced to the ship from signals from a destroyer's twenty-four inch lights that something terrible had gone wrong.

      The mistakes were compounded one-on-the-other. But one of the worst was that the recon photos identified sea weed around Blue Beach when it was actually a Coral Reef. He knew this failure was more complex than one scrubbed mission. Ray Ray had insisted on an honest digest of what had taken place. Put the blame for each failed issue where it belonged.

      Ray Ray lost more than the pride of a job well done; he suffered the pain of so many good men lost needlessly on the beach…when he came home there was a note from his wife. 'Have a good life,' he touched the scar, still sensitive, where she had cut him with a bottle from his bottom lip down and under his chin. But she was never real to him. He never thought of her by name...called her babe or love. This is one of the sacrifices made to loved ones who go away...you are made to remain in dark places and the conversation evades you.

      A woman came into Ray Ray's room wearing only a deep tan. She said she was Rita. She looked and smelled like the whores at the Do Drop Inn where he got gonorrhea.

      "Ferre' said to be nice to you." she smiled.

      "What do you think he meant by that, and how would he know what men and women want?"

      Louis Wagner's phone call would have ruined the moment for most couples but his wife was a patient and understanding woman. She knew to be maintained in the style to which she had become accustomed meant, she had to endure a few inconveniences. A woman like this is accepting of most inconveniences, as long as she did not have to resort to some artificial stimulus, or sexual deviancy Louie was fine and brought to the act a human quality that nothing or no other could replace for him. A spiritual emotion developed over the years of love so deep that it contained its own orgasmic chemistry.

      Louie was in the bedroom preparing for her when he heard her call from the foot of the stairs. "A call from Mick on the safe-line." He treaded softly as if to show her he'd taken the path of self-effacement. They touched lovingly as he moved past and she knew it meant they would make love on the fresh sheets with the window open and the smell of the raw night.

      Mick Flynt was calling from a phone booth. Louie could hear the noise from the traffic and could even smell the air from DC. Louie watched his wife start up the steps, her hand leaving the knob of the newel.

      "So are we ok?" Mick inquired.

      "The phone is secure Mick...and you know." "Yes, I am now summa-non-grata as are you."

      "Well I know my role Mick but I think you are ok for the moment." Louie said.

      Mick laughed and said, "You might be out Louie but you are not gone." Again they laughed.

      Louie do you know a Frenchman by the name of Louie' de Bouvier?

      "Yes, somewhere in the webs, I have a vague notion of him, something about the Russians."

      "Yeh, and others, does odd jobs for the company, hooked to army intelligence. He has a Cuba to Haiti connection for arms. He is pro-Castro and believes that we have literally attacked a Sovereign Nation and should be tried by NATO. Strangely enough, just typically French and I now sense that he is working the other side of the street against Cuba... In any event my interest in Louie’, is that he has this young friend, a kid he debriefed for the agency. He is a defector who changed his mind and came home from Russia with a Russian wife and baby. For a while things got real tight between he and the Russians until Nikita (the shoe banger) realized that this guy was nothing more than a mooch trying to live off the Mother country Russia.

      “What they call the ole whoop-dee-doo.” Louie’ said.

      “Yeh, so they send him to Japan at Atausgi, where he gains access to classified documents on the U-2 spy plane. This guy actually delivers stolen copies of the specs to the Russians in return for passage to the United States which the Russians agree to and they send him to Dallas.”

      “Ok, I’m beginning to get the picture.” Louie’ said.

      “The guy is a loner; he meets this Frenchman who connects him with the local émigrés. One might after a few rounds of drinks, our young friend fired a shot into the night at the head of anti-Castro activist, the now retired Major General Edwin A. Walker, a known racist.”

      There was a pause as Louie’ listened to the rush of air and the horns blowing as the cars crossed the Potomac River, and then he said, “Maybe it’s the shooter?”

      “Yep, I think we could take a kid like this and Ray Ray would remake him. Get him really tight with the Cuban intelligence…maybe put him at the spot…whatever his heart’s desire, pro-Castro, pro-Russian…we perfect his MO…it’s not every day, or everyone who shoots at the President.”

      “Let the Frenchman bring him in.” Mick said.

      Louie’had witnessed a flight of a U-2 once and as it taxied to the hanger, the sight of the huge black aircraft gave him a hard-on. This massive black chunk of technology just fell out of the sky and the handlers went to work on the wings tips folded up under a glider frame. The plane was capable of climbing at an angle steeper than forty-five degrees, soaring to eighty – five thousand feet with an armed camera path over a hundred miles wide. Dark lady of espionage, the Soviets called her.

      Louie’checked the lights and the oven before the real heat was turned on upstairs. After Louie’ had spread his wings, he was surprised that his wife wasn’t sleeping.

      “Who was that on the phone?” She asked.

      “Michael Flynt, you know him, met him on that Boca Raton trip.”

      “What did he want?”

      “He was just nosey tonight.”

      “Some nights I just need to be held Louie’, tonight you opened all my pores, my eyes, my heart. All my senses have been flushed and I have this raw energy. I want to talk about anything that has to do with you. Cover me as you did once, but fill me now with sweet words of wisdom…two old buddies in the cold of the night.”

      “Sounds kinky!”Louie’ said. “But that is what I like about you; you have a way of getting my blood boiling.”

      “Was it sexy stuff? Did you tell him that you were about to fuck my brains away?”

      “No my love, much sexier than that… It was about a U-2 spy plane which detected the missiles the Soviets had shipped and were installing in Cuba. President Kennedy viewed the e films which clearly showed the installation.”

      “You really get off on this spy game; it’s your porno, isn’t it?”

      “It’s all I know love.”

      “Tell me!”

      “This plane can see up to three hundred miles, what you can see at a hundred feet. The plane sees and hears…the on-board system collects and processes the data. All the secrets around the world from our enemies to our friends.”

      “Isn’t it just one of the marvels of nature to cool down on a night like this by the breath of God?”

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