"Good night, hon," Naomi Benson slipped the bookmark on the novel she just read and took her glasses away. As she about to turn off the bed side lamp, Ken took the remote control and muted the TV. He shifted closer to his wife's body while his hand snaked into her oversized T-shirt, palming her right breast.
"Wait, Ken...," she was surprised by her husband's sudden advance. However, her voice was soon muffled as Ken wrapped her lips with a passionate kiss which lingered for several seconds.
He let go the kiss with a loud smooch and looked at Naomi's blue, almond shaped eyes.
She is beautiful. Ken thought. Even without make-up. Her face, framed with angular jaw and upturned, sharp nose gave an unique, regal look. Her cheeks were a bit chubby. Ken remembered that those cheeks were once display high cheekbones. Her chubby cheeks came slightly plump frame. But even after two adolescent kids, at 43 years old, Naomi still looked sexy in her own mature and maternal way.
She furrowed her brow and squinted. Apparently, being stared so intensely made her self-conscious.
"Come on," Ken whispered as he continued to knead her breast. "Let's do it."
U...uh," she shook her head playfully. Her brunette bangs drooped over her forehead. "I can't...it's already midnight, darling and I am tired." He didn't say anything but carried on to kiss her neck. Naomi let out a deep sigh, half-heartedly enjoying the treat. The touch of his palm on her breasts made her shudder.
"The kids...," she said under her breath."They're still awake"
"I'll be quiet," Ken replied.
As he was about to take off her shirt, she took a glimpse of the muted TV which was displaying ordinary news broadcast. However, something in the small running text underneath the images caught her attention. It said: Recent studies have generally found no connection between coffee and obesity.. That news followed by another running text: A pack of cheetahs fights one Lion fought over dead elephant in Serengeti..
"Ken, honey...stop."But he kept kissing and kneading.
Naomi took a deep breath. She struggled to get out from Ken's embrace as she whispered to his ears: K stand for Kenneth. A raven and eagle soar on the night sky. Seven-twentynine-comma-eight. Go to sleep, Ken.
Suddenly, his body stiffened. His tight grasp on her ample breast loosened as he slumped over his wife's body. Two seconds later, Naomi heard him snoring.
She shifted his body to the bed side. He slept like a baby. The command had triggered the hypnosis planted in his mind that would make him obey his master's - in this case, Naomi's - command.
Naomi killed the switch and the room became dark. The only light came from the television which still displaying the running text. She walked toward the window and took a peek outside at the street . The view looked tranquil and sedated. There was nobody as everyone in the suburban were already sleeping.
She moved back to the bed and took the remote control. She pressed a series of button and the TV displayed an interior of bedroom which belonged to the oldest daughter, Miley Benson. The room was typical girly, full of posters of actors and musicians. On the bed, the sixteen year old was sleeping soundly. She was clad in a pink tank top and white boy shorts. Her long mane of blonde tresses was all over her pillow.
Naomi pressed another buttons and the display changed to another girl's bedroom. Charlotte was still awake, reading a novel. She's fourteen years old with short brown hair and a little bit nerdy.
Naomi pressed another button to activate the sleeping gas intake into Charlotte's room. She smiled as she saw her daughter yawned several times. In less than one minute, she dozed off.
Just to make sure, Naomi also activated the same procedure to Miley's room. The suburban mom had to be in the safe side before she proceed to the next step.
Calling her handler.
She went to the dressing table and took out a small cellphone from a secret drawer. As she dialed a number, she caught her image on the mirror. Under the oversized T-shirt and pink lounge pants lied her curvy, luscious body.
"It's been a while," she said. There was a sad tone in her melodic voice. It was like she wasn't ready to face the person she's calling.
There was a click. And a deep voice answered.
"Hello."
"It's me. Naomi Benson."
"Passcode please."
"Four-four-zero-six-ring-of-fire."
"Confirmed. Have you neutralized your company?" he said, referring to Naomi's husband and daughters.
"Yes. They're all sleeping. The perimeter is checked and safe"
"Okay, Jack. You can drop the camouflage."
"It's been a while," Naomi repeated the line she said before with a masculine voice. The words sounded odd sliding from her lips.
"Yes, indeed. You've been conducting your current assignment in a flawless manner, posing as a the suburban mom while protecting the witnesses. Your achievement means that this deep-cover program can be continued and up-scaled."
"I couldn't do it without the bodysuit. It helps the me playing the role perfectly. And don't forget the hypnosis. Who ever designs is genius," 'Naomi' said as she peeled her visage. Her facial skin become distorted followed by Velcro rip echoing in the bedroom.
A man's face appeared underneath the suburban mom's mask.
"So what's the emergency? I saw the coded message in the news?"
"Yes, there is an assignment for you, Jack."
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