Roz made it upstairs, to the master bedroom, but Mick wasn’t in the bedroom.  But she knew her husband.  She headed for the terrace off from the bedroom.

Mick was reclined on the lounger.   Roz could tell he was still in his feelings, because he sat still as a brick.  But she also knew she had to tread very lightly.  In this state, if she said one wrong word, Mick would go off on her, too.

Roz walked over to the bannister, and looked out over the acreage that surrounded their beautiful estate.  To say that security was tight around the estate would be like saying a billionaire had money.  Security was ultra-tight.  Then Roz looked at Mick.  Although he was quiet and looked calm as a cucumber, she could tell he was still shaken.

She walked over to him, and sat, straddling the bottom of the lounger, facing him.  “There’s absolutely nothing you could have done, Mick,” she said.

“Bullshit,” Mick responded.

“You don’t even know who was responsible!  Teddy Stefani?  Dead Teddy?  Come on now!”

“You could have been killed,” Mick said, and then looked at her.  When their eyes met, Roz saw more fear than anger in his eyes.  “You could have been killed,” he said again.  “It was a matter of inches, and you would have been killed.  And Gloria and my sons?”  Mick shook his head.  “I can’t play this inches shit with my family.  That’s why I worked my entire life to make certain every fucker alive understood that Mick the Tick didn’t play that shit.  But these punks out here are acting as if I’m some fucking novice like they are.  You should have seen the fuckers they sent to take me out at that meeting.  A bunch of fucking amateurs!  Even my two lieutenants who were turncoats were the two least senior lieutenants I had.  It’s as if somebody’s trying to humiliate me.  They’re trying to make a big-ass point.”

“And the point is?” Roz asked.

“That I’m done,” Mick said.  “That I’ve lost it.”

“Or,” Roz said, deciding to say what Mick can’t bring himself to say.  “They’ve reached the conclusion that because you love your family, you’re weak.”

Mick frowned.  It was a truth he had been avoiding, but one he knew was really the nail on the head.  “Right,” he said.

“Which is bullshit in and of itself,” Roz said.  “You, Mick the Tick, weak?  Give me a fucking break!  On their best day, they can’t hold a candle to you.”

“They aren’t trying to,” Mick said.  “That’s the problem.  They don’t give a fuck about their own reps.  They just want to take mine down.”

“That’s the part I don’t understand.  Why would they want to do that?  What could possibly be in it for them?  Other than the fact that they took out Mick Sinatra.  But if they don’t care about their reputations, why should they care about that?”

Mick nodded.  “Right,” he said.  “None of this shit makes sense.”

Roz could hear the anguish in his voice.  Mick hated ambiguity.  He preferred to know the target, and kill the target.  But the target was moving and shifting and he didn’t know where to begin.  And all of this shit about a dead man pulling the strings?  Roz knew he was in a bad place.

She therefore knew she had to get him away from that place.

She began inching her butt further up on the lounger, and placed his legs over her thighs.  Then she unzipped his pants.  When she pulled it out, it was so asleep that Roz was surprised.  She’d never seen it quite this deflated.  And although it was still big and thick, she had her work cut out for her.

But she apparently didn’t know Mick as well as she thought.  She only had to touch it, and lick it, before it came back to life.  By the time she had her mouth on it, and was sucking the head, it was fully aroused.  By the time she put it in her mouth, and went all the way down on him in twisting strokes nobody knew how to do to him but Roz, he was on the verge of cum.

He was so close to cumming that he had to pull her up along the length of his body, tear the seat of her panties, and put it inside of her least he ejaculated all over their clothing.  And when he entered her, and shoved deeper inside of her, that urgency found a home, and rested there.

Mick lifted Roz’s blouse and began sucking her breasts as his dick stroked inside of her.  Roz sat in a straight-up position and moved her body along his shaft as if she was riding a mechanical bull in some bar somewhere.  But this was private.  Because of the high rail, none of the employees who worked the grounds were able to see what they were doing.  But even if they could, neither one of them cared.  Because it felt too good, and was too needed, for them to worry if their help approved.  They didn’t give a fuck who approved.  They just fucked.

And Mick fucked Roz hard.  He loved how his penis felt inside of her.  He couldn’t get enough of this lady on an ordinary day, when this was an extraordinary day.  He continued to suck her breasts as he made long loving love to his wife.  And, at least for a moment, forgot his failures.

And as a testament to the extraordinariness of the day, Mick uncharacteristically came before Roz came.  And he came hard.  So hard that it made him spill longer than usual.  And then she was cumming, too.

When they were poured out, Mick pulled Roz into his arms.  She was still sitting, straddle-like, on his lap, as he held her tight.  They nearly fell asleep holding onto each other.

Until Teddy awakened them with news that the enemy had arrived.