me. ”
“ But I don ’ t have any money, ” replied Telk, alarmed. “ How can I pay you? ”
“ With goodwill. I do you a favor, you do me a favor. It may take years, but someday I will collect that favor. You remember that, young man. You, Czerinski, Elena, the whole Legion will owe me big time. Understand? ”
“ Whatever, ” answered Telk, still not impressed by the New Corporate Mafia. Telk would run things differently if he ran the Mob. Obviously the real Mafia never got past Mars.
Thoughts of how he would run things if he were in charge started the inevitable path to another fantasy...
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Mafia capo Don Randal Telklione rose from humble beginnings to lord over the most powerful crime family in history. Telklione made his bones in the family ’ s early days as the mastermind behind ostrich racing and fighting. Dwarfs riding on the backs of ostriches went viral overnight, propelling Telklione to intergalactic power and prestige, and pushing out the old guard Gambini family. It was the perfect racket. Dwarfs were inexpensive and easily replaced. Retired ostriches tasted just like chicken. Speaking of chicken, Telklione always counted his chickens before they hatched, because they always d id .
Telklione was not a happy capo. What good was great wealth and power without a worthy queen to share his empire, to pass on his legacy? Of course Telklione could have his choice of women. He was gentle with women, yet some fainted at his mere touch. Still, there was no one special. No one measured up until he met Yolanda, president of the Audubon Society, and militant bird lover. Ostriches were considered birds. Who knew?
Telklione was bench pressing his usual four-hundred-twenty-five pounds, wearing only gym shorts and gold chains, when Yolanda burst into his office to protest Ostrich Happy Meals.
They say opposites attract. Telklione didn’t heed such platitudes until he found th is one to be true. Yolanda detested his exploitation of ostriches, but instantly fell in love with him. Love at first sight – another platitude Telklione took no stock in until personally faced with the reality .
Telklione was just as struck by the stunning Yolanda as she seemed to be with him . Without a word, he drew Yolanda to his chest, nibbling on her neck, beginning the three-hundred-ninety-six steps to sexual bliss. Resistance would be futile, as would all that nonsense about ostriches being birds. They were probably really lizards or something.
Five hours and sixteen minutes later, Don Randal Telklione realized he had met his match. Fine! No harm would ever come to another ostrich.
Yolanda admired his Telklione ’ s eyes, one green and the other brown. She said she had heard his eyes changed colors during sex, and she proclaimed it to be true. She even taught the great Telklione a move or two. They were eternally bonded in love, talent, and business, selling off all the ostriches and dwarfs to build a casino empire that spanned the galaxy. Bird sanctuaries were built adjacent to each casino for kids to play while their parents gambled. Only beef and fish were featured at the buffet.
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“ Are you listening to me young man? ” asked Jimmy the Neck . “ We will do all we can to return Elena safely. You are part of my family now. ”
“ Whatever. ”
Chapter 5
Private Telk believed all of life ’ s challenges had a purpose. Each test buil t character, making an individual stronger. Elena ’ s ordeal only strengthened Telk ’ s resolve, and her rescue would bind their love for eternity.
Telk studied his comrades as they patrolled the DMZ fence line. In spite of what Jimmy the Neck claimed, the Legion was Telk ’ s family and the only people who really cared about Elena. Even the stoic Corporal Wayne, the biggest baddest spider in the Legion, cared for Elena.
Telk knew that Jimmy the Neck ’ s phony promises were just another test, a temptation to cross over to the