I woke at six. My usual time, sort of. I slid out of bed, noting Marie next to Bobby, and Jan had been against my back. I went out to the pool and was swimming laps when I noticed I had a swimming partner. We swam together until I pulled up and sat on the stairs. Marie sat next to me, panting.
As we got our wind back, she said, "This is a great way to wake up. Did I see that you made coffee before coming out?"
I said. "Yep."
We were drinking coffee at the table when Bobby came out and sat on my lap, "Squish," for a hug and kiss. She got up, got some coffee, then Jan came out sleepily and sat on my lap, squeezed my dick and said, "I'll be a working model in another day, get ready." She gave me a hug, then got coffee and sat at the table.
Marie got up, went into the hallway, then turned around and came back out. She straddled me and sat in my lap, hugged me and laid a very nice lip lock on me saying, "Good morning. I ain't broke this week. Would you like to sample some good pussy?"
Marie was so sincere in her teasing that we all broke up laughing. I said, "You better watch out, some mornings that thing won't go down and it takes a lot of woman to make it go down."
"Try me."
Bobby said, "He will, soon, I'm sure."
Jan said with a pout, "Am I being replaced by another pussy that can shoot?"
"Pardon?" I asked.
Jan pouted some more, "Well, am I?"
"I don't think so, but then I haven't had any of the other shooting pussy yet. You've tested and or tasted it, would I give up Bobby or you for it?"
Bobby was laughing, but Jan said, "I wouldn't think so, but I'll share."
Bobby said, "Well, that's damn generous of you, you little man stealin' twat."
"I'm not stealing your man, Bobby, I'm just borrowin' him."
"Well," Bobby said, "That's probably all Marie had in mind."
Marie said, "Yes Ma'am, I want to borrow him, fuck him, and keep him. Shit, I'd take him home to momma."
Bobby said, "I already did and he got a hardon over my mom."
Jan said, "This shit is too deep for me. Now I'm missing something?"
Marie was grinning, "Jan and Bobby are both so full of shit that if you pricked them, they'd crap for a week. They are perfect for you and me to give all the lovin' we can to them, but I'm afraid you're going to have to argue over who is girl number two and girl number three, then guard the door so we don't get number four."
Now I was laughing. I asked, "Is there a duty team that we need to feed?"
Bobby said, "Let me call and we'll see."
She picked up the phone and called, "Safe duty respond."
Nothing.
"Safe duty respond."
The radio crackled and a voice said, "You sent them all home after you killed all the bad guys. You are unprotected. If you need some rubbers you'll have to go to CVS or Walgreen's yourself."
Bobby keyed the mike and said, "Smart Ass. This is your boss on the other end of this radio."
"Morning, Boss. You got clothes on yet, or are you still sitting around in the kitchen naked?"
Bobby laughed, "You just don't get no respect around here."
I got up and began fixing us breakfast. Bobby got up and helped. We were a team and we were soon eating some good breakfast. This morning we had grits, bacon, eggs, and toast.
Marie asked, "Do they eat like this every morning?"
Jan said, "These two eat like there's not going to be another meal all the time."
"God bless my wonderful America, I'm in love with both of them."
"Zip your twat, newcomer, you get seconds."
"Children, Children," Bobby smiled. "There's enough of me for both of you. I just don't know if there's enough of Chuck for the three of us?"
I did a stage whisper, "Can I try?"
We got dressed. The two girls, who had both worn strange clothes for the decoy duty yesterday, picked out something from the Wal-Mart room. After they folded up the clothes they had worn, Marie was sent back into the clothes closet to find some more clothes for our little Russian girl. She got her shorts, slacks, several tops, a couple of skirts, and some panties. She came out and asked me what size bra I thought the little girl wore. I had to say that I didn't have a clue. I said, "Probably a 32B at most. She's a little girl, only sixteen."
We drove into town in a pretty good mood. When we got to the office, I told Sarah to initiate the new Safe house, but don't move us. You can have all the extra suite and duty room furniture, but I would rather you leave everything else. Ask Bobby if she wants to keep the living room and family room stuff. If she wants new, I'll buy new."
Sarah asked quietly, "You want to buy the place, maybe set up housekeeping?"
"Something like that."
"Nice, I'll bet we can get that place for you for a song."
"Well, make the song include the security, cameras, and all. They can have the library, guns, ammo and stuff; I just want the house, ah, for Bobby."
"If she doesn't marry you, I will, or Jan will, or that moony eyed clerk, Marie, will. Christ, you are bad. Did you do all of them last night?"
"No, Sarah, I didn't do any of them, too many witnesses. Besides, it's sometimes tough to want to make love after shooting a bunch of assholes. We did have a good time joking around. It took the tension away just fine."
"I'll work on getting the new house up. I guess it will have to be duty people manning it."
"Don't ask me, my office is next door."
"Then go there and let me be," Sarah said. "Your possible admin is going to be here any minute. Want to interview her here or in your empty office?"
"Find me some string, so when you want me, you can just pull."
Marie and Bobby were listening and both were breaking up. Bobby said, "And this is the mess the man left me."
Marie said, "Come on, Boss Lady, let's put the place together and get crackin'. You have to give a briefing in fifteen minutes. Let me print out the duty roster we did yesterday. That'll make everything easier."
Bobby said very softly to me, "God, I love that little girl."
Marie came up and handed Bobby the schedules and reminded her, "Make sure you ask who might want to assume Safe one and make sure you ask for referrals for female deputies. You guys are way behind in equal opportunity shit."
The folks all came in, with someone remembering to buy donuts. I think they used the top secret marshal's radios to see who bought donuts. When everyone was relaxed and sitting, I introduced Bobby as the new Station Chief. I asked Sarah to stand up and when she did I said, "This is your Assistant Station Chief. The station clerk, who can shoot better than ninety percent of the service, is Marie Antoinette. When you need clerk help, it's Marie, when you need chief help, it's Bobby, when you need to know what time it is, ask Sarah. She'll still tie your shoelaces, but probably together. Now listen to your new Station Chief, see ya, I love you all."
I walked out of the office. I thought that was the best I could do. I looked into my new offices and was surprised that the place looked lived in. The office where the two clerks would sit was open air and had two windows. The desks looked like they had never been used. The new PCs looked ready to go. There were some pictures on the wall, but it could use some plants and some women's touches hanging off the file cabinets.
The Office Manager's office was really big. Very nice with a full wall of bookcases filled with federal law books that were current right up to last year. Her desk was a big six footer that said authority. She had leather covered side chairs and a little round table with some chairs around it for conferences. The office also had two windows in it. Shit, this office was nice.
There was a big door leading to wherever, the same as the door in the clerk's room. I opened that door and just stood there with an open mouth. The only thing that could come to mind was, "This place is fucking awesome."
This was a corner office with four windows. There was a corner credenza/bookshelf that was behind a massive dark oak desk with a giant leather chair. I walked around the desk, noting the glass top protecting the wood. I sat in the chair and it felt very comfortable. I looked around and didn't see a PC, so I spun around and found it behind some folding doors on the credenza. I think I would rather have it on my desk. We'll see. Beyond my desk was a larger than the secretary's round table, with chairs around it. I had four leather side chairs, not just two. I was important. Hot shit. On the two walls on the right was a bookshelf with a cabinet in it. I walked over to it and opened it. There was a really nice big TV. Using the remote, I turned it on. It worked. There was a VCR and a DVD player hooked up to it. I'll have to learn to work it. The shelves needed books and knick knacks like a ship in a bottle, and stuff like that. The wall to the left was again full of shelves, with a larger center cabinet. I opened the cabinet and just about shit. There was a sink, but what was awesome was the array of booze bottles that all looked full. Holy smokes. Under the sink to the left, I opened a door and there was a fridge, with lots of beer in it. There was a lot of soda too. I shut the doors and noticed a card next to the glasses stacked very neatly in a row.
I opened the card and it said, "So have a drink already. It's on me, or at least the government. Enjoy your new digs, John."
I slid the card back into the envelope and just gawked at the place. There were two statues on each side wall, between the windows. One was George Washington, and the other was Abe Lincoln. Appropriate.
I went back to the desk and pulled out the middle drawer. In it were a set of keys. It would take forever to figure these out. Behind the keys there was a manual. I pulled it out and laid it open on the desk. In John's handwriting there was a note on the first page. "There is no manual for your job. You are responsible for everything and if anything, anywhere, goes wrong, it's your fault. Here are some case studies where things went wrong and the mistakes I made in handling them. There are other case studies where my decision was a good one. Read them all, but don't take any for gospel as any situation can change in a heartbeat. The job is all thinking and living on your feet. Remember, you have an airplane at your beck and call. You can have a car and driver at your command. If two clerks and an Office Manager are not enough, then have another drink. If you ask me for a bigger budget, I'll have to give you one. So forget it. Work hard, live frugally, pay your help well, you will be loved by all. John"
I'd bet he wished he had it so good. This place is awesome. I had to show it off. I walked down the hall and entered the office. Marie, in her clerk's chair looked up and said, "May I help you, Sir?"
I smiled and said, "I wish to see both Bobby and Sarah."
"Do you have an appointment, Sir?"
"No Ma'am, I'm sorry I don't."
"If you would call in advance, I'm sure I can get you in to see them."
"Okay," (I leaned over the desk pointing at nothing. Her eyes followed my pointing finger.) I punched in the intercom code for Bobby's new office on the phone and said, "If you have the opportunity to speak with Bobby, tell her I'm having a problem decorating my office and could use some female assistance. If you want, you could tell Sarah the same thing."
I walked out of the office and back to my new digs, opening all of the doors. That actually helped. I was sitting in one of the secretarial chairs when Bobby and Sarah walked in. They were impressed. I took them into the Office Manager's office and they went nuts. Then I took them into the judge's chambers and their eyes bugged out. I showed them the cabinet with the TV then closed it, and walked over to other cabinet and opened it, showing them the assortment of liquor. I opened the fridge and asked if they wanted a Coke. They smiled. Bobby opened the cabinet again and took out the envelope. She read the note, then showed it to Sarah.
Bobby walked over to the big desk to sit in the massive chair. She opened the leather bound folder and read John's note. She almost had tears in her eyes. Sarah came around the desk and Bobby got up to let Sarah sit. She read the note and slowly closed the book. She looked at me and said, "You are one important motherfucker. Christ, you just started yesterday, it seems. You steal my Safe one twice, only this time she's really gone. You did bring me my man, so most everything else is forgiven."
Bobby said, "Yes Sir, you do need some decorating. This place is awesome, do want to soften it up or make it tougher."
"I want it to reflect me. I think it should have a ship in a bottle, a model airplane, perhaps my military medals and stuff. I have a few things that are personal, that I can put on my desk. I need a picture of my Love in a leather frame."
"Which one?" Bobby asked.
"You, of course."
"Can I put pictures on the bookshelves? Sarah, Jan, Marie?"
"Sure, but you are on my desk."
Bobby came around and gave me a kiss. She said, "Your windows need curtains and blinds. I think you should have a matching leather couch on one of the side walls. You don't need statues in here. You can put George or Abe out in the secretarial office. You might want to wait until your Office Manager comes so you can match the curtains. This place is gorgeous, Chuck. Can you imagine what this cost?"
I said, "The purchase date on a few of the pieces is 1968. I think they have gotten their money out of it. It's been modified for the TV, but the bar has been there all along. If 1968 is before this building was built, they moved the furniture here. Someone recovered all of the leather chairs. That was expensive, but the furniture is all priceless. I'm not going to change anything. I'm almost ashamed. John's office in D.C. isn't anywhere near as nice as this one."
Sarah said, "I'll bet his stuff cost more than this stuff did. It's forty years older, but priceless."
"Okay then, so I have to wait until I get my office manager and let her begin, then you two will help me?"
"That covers it, Chief," Sarah said. "I have to get back to my office. I have to interview some old biddy from Buffalo for your office manager's position."
Bobby said, "I'm going to help. I want you to have the proper support. We put an ad in the paper for your clerks, but the office manager has to hire them. Oh, come over and get your mail. Marie said you got a shit pot full. You're supposed to call Brian so you can get your PC set up."
I looked at the desk and said, "I don't have a phone."
Sarah pointed at the credenza behind me. There was a phone there.
I followed them back to the office and said, "Madame Marie Antoinette. It would pleasure me to relieve you of the mail that has come for me and if you would, please prepare a telephone directory of the personnel of all of the services within this building and at the airport."
"Why all of them?"
I groaned and said, "My new job just made me all of their bosses. I have to walk softly for while, but they will all come to me to resolve a problem."
Marie said, "All of them? Even the Secret Service?"
"All of them in this region, and all of the Marshals offices in the United States, Puerto Rico, and the possessions."
"Possessions, Sir?"
"The U.S. Virgin Islands, Guam, you know, places like that."
"Oh shit."
"You're right, Oh shit."
"Sorry, Sir."
"Quite alright. I do need Brian's phone number first, though."
She wrote a number on a piece of paper and gave it to me, but asked, "Can I get him to do something for you?"
"I'll call, it's my responsibility."
She said under her breath, "So's everything else."
As I was leaving, there was a lady in her late twenties, early thirties, coming in. Ray Charles could see this lady was knock your socks off hot. She had a conservative dress on that you wanted to rip off. Man, she was hot.
In my office, I called Brian and asked him to help me set up my PC. He said, "Open the cabinet and turn it on. It will boot pretty fast as it's a rocket ship PC."
I told him it has the prompt, Enter Password.
He said, "What do you want it to be, Sir?"
I entered my usual "password."
The PC came up, looking as if it's ready.
Brian said, "You have access to every server in the building. It's going to take you a while to understand how to access them, but I'll show you as soon as you get your office manager. If you're a little PC savvy, you'll figure it out. Now click on the internet."
"It came up with the U.S. Marshal's home page."
"Imagine that."
"Smart ass."
"Sorry, Sir."
"Don't worry about it. I'm still Chuck."
"If you click on the e-mail, your e-mail address is the same. You should probably decide whether you are going to use your laptop or your desktop for e-mail. You can use your Office Manager to filter them for you if you want."
"Didn't think of that, Brian. I guess I'll use my laptop."
After pausing a minute, I asked, "I'm not sure this is possible, but the cabinet behind my desk is nice but not convenient. I don't like my back to the world. I would want to have my monitor, keyboard, and mouse on my desk. You can keep a monitor back there, but I want at least a 19 inch LCD but would prefer two 19 inch LCDs to make it easier to multi-task. This desk is huge and will easily handle them. How tough will my request be and do I need to get some authorizations."
"You don't understand yet do you, Sir. You are the authorization."
"Okay then, make it happen. If I'm going to work, I want to work. I don't understand why everyone doesn't have three monitors on their desk anyway."
"I'm with you, Sir, but let me suggest. They make this neat monitor that is very wide. You can have three full size screens displayed on your one monitor. You should try it to see if you like it as it would look better than three monitors on your desk. I gave you eight gigs of ram. If you need more I can go up to sixteen. Let me know if the screen updates are not fast enough."
"That's great, Brian, go with the wide one. Now I'll have a slow poke laptop and my rocket desktop."
"No you won't, Sir. I'm looking at your new laptop. You have to turn in your old one, but I'll transfer your files for you. I think this one's actually faster than your desktop."
"Oh Brian, are you my new best friend?"
"Only for geeky stuff, Sir. Keep getting me toys like those last Ruskie toys and I'll keep getting you neat toys for your office."
"Thanks, Brian."
"You're welcome."
I began opening mail and instantly needed my laptop that was in Bobby's office. I went next door and asked Marie, "Could you get my laptop from Bobby's office. It's the brown one. Remember the charger too, as the battery isn't very good."
"Um, Sir. Brian came and took it earlier."
"Oh well, guess I have to wait."
I left and when I came back to the office, Brian was on the floor messing with some wires in a floor conduit. He fished some wires through a channel in the desk and poked two out of the top. One was for the new monitor and one was for a wireless keyboard and mouse. He plugged stuff together, turned on the PC, and I watched it rocket up fast. Booting was a pleasure with this thing.
Brian put in my password and it came up quick. He said, "I put in another eight gig of ram to give you sixteen total. I also gave you the four gig video card. Let me configure this keyboard and mouse."
He banged a bunch of keystrokes that had the keyboard and mouse working. He put up three separate internet screens. One the Marshal's Service screen, a Yahoo screen, and the Bureau screen. When that was all done to his satisfaction, he gave me my new laptop.
"I gave you the "Go to my PC" software so you can use your office PC anywhere you can get an internet connection. This thing will automatically hunt for an 802.11 connection like you would get in the airport or a hotel. If you need cell Wi-Fi then it will pick that up too. We use AT&T, so it's pretty much everywhere. All your old files are in here in the same configuration that you used to have them. This has the new Office 2007, so if you want to send a word file to an older machine, use the legacy.doc file format. The offices in this building will all be converted by next Monday. The region should be done by the end of the month. Our budget isn't that big, but the government bought enough seats for the new Office Pro for every PC in every office in the country. You know, cheaper by the million."
"Okay, your laptop has a new battery that should last you at least four hours. You have a second battery in your case, so keep it charged too so you will have eight hours available if you need it. That ought to do ya. If you think of something else, let me know. How's your cell phone, need some toys on it?"
"I think I'll live with what I have until I see one I like better."
My phone rang. I picked it up and said, "Chuck, ah Charles Johnson."
Bobby's voice said, "Who is Charles Johnson? I'm teasing. Please come over to talk to this applicant. You should meet her."
I walked over to the office and told Marie, "Bobby is expecting me." She grinned and waved me back. I walked into Bobby's office and found the lady who had walked in when I walked out. It was a good thing I had seen her already, or I would have made a fool of myself.
She stood, and I said, "My name is Chuck Johnson."
"My name is Wanda Johnson."
"How unique. Is that a maiden name or married name?"
"Maiden name, I was previously married, but went back to my maiden name."
I said, "Please sit." I turned to Bobby and Sarah and asked, "Tell me all."
Bobby nodded toward Wanda and Wanda began. "I've worked in the Buffalo, New York office since I was nineteen. I have been the Senior Regional Clerk for five years. When the Regional Manager has required it, I have traveled with him, and also will as this job requires, if it requires it. I know all of the Marshal Service paperwork requirements and understand most of what your job will entail. Since your position is relocated from D.C., you will be given some latitude to create your own structure. I understand that you have a reputation of being a bit of a Rambo or Wild Bill, and want to say that I'm not opposed to permanent terminations, but I am opposed to unnecessary actions. Since your incident reports are in the service files, I've read all of your incident reports and have to say they are very difficult to believe, but your two ladies here assure me they are correct. It appears all of your terminations were forced and required."
"My other concern is how you treat women, any woman. Again, these two ladies assure me you are a gentleman when you should be. I assume they also know that you are not a gentleman when you shouldn't be. My appearance often appears to encourage unwelcome approaches. I do not like that, especially in the work environment. I'm at work to do a job and will work hard to be the best office manager there is."
I asked casually, "Can you decorate an office?"
She was flustered but said, "I have an eye for décor."
"Do you drink coffee?"
Again she was flustered but said "Yes Sir, possibly too much."
"Do you work out?"
"Yes Sir, but what does that have to do with my job?"
"You may have to work out with me and my roommate in order to maintain good health and to establish an appropriate relationship."
"I see. I assume your roommate is possibly your unofficial mate."
"Good assumption."
After a chuckle, I continued, "Okay, the other stuff, I assume you are proficient with a PC."
"Yes Sir."
"I assume you are proficient with a Glock."
She frowned, but said, "Yes Sir, I'm adequate."
"You will need to be more than adequate, because this office has had some incidents even the office manager has been involved in. Sarah was shot when she was an office manager. Our current office manager was involved in a defense yesterday, and was required to be a part of a shooting."
"Was that the twenty three that were killed on the Russian mob thing?"
"It was, but what is important, is your willingness to learn to be proficient with weapons for your personal defense."
"I can understand and accept that."
"Okay, if you want the job when can you start?"
"Monday."
"You can move down here from Buffalo in three days?"
"I gave two weeks notice three weeks ago. All I have to do is to find an apartment and move."
Bobby said, "I was Safe One before being promoted. My place is huge and has suites, so you can stay there for a while until you find a better place. I'm going to remain in the house as it was compromised yesterday and the place will be abandoned as a Safe house."
"Will your spouse, boyfriend, live in, fiancée, or whatever be a problem?"
"I don't think so. Besides me, he has two other women who will lovingly entertain him if I let them."
"And do you let them?"
"Sometimes."
You could see Wanda waiver.
Bobby quickly said, "You will not be a part of it, Wanda."
"Why do you say that?"
"Simple; because you don't want to be."
"Now I'm curious, how about furniture?"
"The only thing they are taking is the living room and duty room furniture. Everything else is staying. As a mater of fact, a deal was even made for the security system."
"Wow, that's nice. A safe house is usually pristine."
"This one is more than pristine, you'll love it."
"Okay, I accept your offer, but we will establish rent. I will assist with the food, cooking, and cleaning."
Bobby said, "We'll work it out. Have you already secured a room for tonight?"
"No, I just flew in last night and checked out of my room before coming here today. I've sold my car, so I will have to purchase one here. I'm sure it will be easy to do."
I told her, "My office has multiple vehicles assigned to it. One of the fringes of the Office Manager's job is a vehicle. Because we travel back and forth daily, you may not need a vehicle. You be the judge. I think that house will need a two car garage addition, at least. It's a good thing there is enough room."
Marie came to the door and said, "John is on the phone for you."
"Tell him I will call him back from my office."
"Go home with Bobby and whoever else is going. Get settled and then you guys need to go out and buy some living room furniture. We'll need some office furniture for the duty rooms too. Let me go see what John wants."
Back in my office, I called John, "What can I do for you, Sir."
"Did you see your office yet?"
"Yes Sir, I'm in it right now and I wish to thank you for recovering all the leather chairs. The place is gorgeous."
"I can't take credit for doing that. Another judge was going to move in there, but they built him a new office in the new federal court house."
"Thank you for the note in the bar and the note in your manual."
"Good, you're digging right in. Did you hire Wanda?"
"How did you know she applied?"
"I told her to. Her old boss in Buffalo is a chaser and got in her pants and dumped her. It was her or him. She was good enough to give notice, but he may go anyway when his new boss meets him."
"I see. I suppose that's some place I need to visit soon."
"You might, check all his reporting for a while. See if you see anything funny. Anyway, did you hire Wanda?"
"Yes Sir, I did. I think she will work out fine. She has some attitudes that will have to change, but we'll do it gently."
John surprised me, "She's really hot, isn't she?"
I looked around to make sure no one could here me, "Yes Sir, she is, but that is not a deciding point."
"I know, but just the same, she was one that Kenisha tried to convince."
"You're kidding?"
"Nope, she almost made the jump, but I convinced her to pay attention to her career. She's thanked me for helping her make that decision. If Bobby sucks her in the same as she did Jan, be careful, since your Office Manager is your right arm."
"I think I have more than enough women. Actually, Bobby is more than enough women all in one woman."
He laughed, "You can say that again, I can't tell you how I used to lust after her. Anyway, I'm glad you're getting settled. Let Wanda run the office. Let her filter everything for you. She'll take care of the crap without causing you grief."
"I think this will work out, but the enormity of the job is a little scary."
"You'll get over it, then you'll just handle it as it comes along. All will work out."
After a pause, John said, "When you go home tonight, go tell Hank to give you your new ride. You'll like it. It fits you. Oh, and don't forget, you not only have a private parking place, you have a private elevator."
"I do? I'll have to hunt for it."
"The key is in the desk with the other keys. There is a duplicate set in your Office Manager's desk. You can bypass security if you want. It's up to you."
John finished by saying, "Go home, Kid. Get a good night's sleep and get a run at it tomorrow."
I looked at my watch and realized it was already five fifteen. Not terribly late, but time. I shut all the doors and had to get the keys to lock the office door. I got found the right key and decided I needed to weed out the keys I won't need often.
I looked for that elevator, but couldn't see it. It didn't matter as I had to go get this special ride that Hank would have for me. I walked over to the garage and saw Hank getting ready to go home. I asked him about the vehicle that I had been willed by John, figuring it to be some junker. Hank said, "We own some Ford Expeditions and Bobby already says she wants one since she's going to lose the war wagon. I will fix her up though, so it's as secure as she had. Somehow I know you'll get her in a bind along the way. Let me see, where are the keys to your ride? We just washed it today because John said you would need it."
Hank led me down a row of company vehicles and came to a white, four door pickup truck. He handed me the keys, smiled and said, "John said you really liked this truck. I don't know why, because it's pretty plain Jane, but he said you would steal it if you saw it."
I was laughing so hard I was almost crying. Hey, it's free and I still have the Mustang. I asked, "How's the Mustang."
"Faster than it has a right to be, but it does need some tweaking. You sure you want to trade that Windsor for the original 302?"
"Sure, Hank, I don't need to do a hundred fifty. The 302 will probably go that fast, it just won't get there as quick."
"I could buy the whole thing from you if you wanted?"
"Naw, I like the car and want to keep it. Let's get out of here."
I climbed into the Ford and thought of how John had the guys drive it down here just for me. I'll get him back, or did I already do that. Hey, with a new house, I might need a pickup.
When I drove it home, I parked it on the side of the garage as I didn't know what cars were still in the garage. I walked into the living room and saw all new furniture. Wonder how she did that. The family room kitchen area had all new furniture, with a nice table and bar stools at the counter. The video wall was open so they didn't take that.
I could hear voices, so I walked down the hallway to the guest rooms. In the nice room on the far end, Wanda, Bobby, Jan, and Marie were discussing decorations. Wanda saw me and said, "I figured you were the one." She shook her head and said, "We'll have a good time. If you're close friends with John, you'll be fun to be around."
I didn't understand that, but I wanted Bobby to see the truck. She would have a laugh. "Bobby, come outside and see the special vehicle John sent down for me. You're not going to believe it."
As we were going out, she said, "They took the Suburban, so I'm having one of the Expeditions we confiscated fixed up for a driver. I'm driving one tonight. It's pretty nice. Jan brought her car and it's in the garage, so it's full. We will need a bigger garage."
We walked around the side of the garage and Bobby's mouth fell open. She looked at it and finally said, "You shouldn't have ever told him where it was. This is really funny, though. I saw a requisition from maintenance for a pickup. We'll fill the requisition and fool John. You can get whatever you want."
"That's cool, glad you have your eyes open. Do the deal tomorrow before it gets to the dealership."
She said, "Take down the serial and tag numbers and I'll transfer it tonight. They will come pick it up at the garage in the morning."
"Done deal, my Love."
"Now, you and I need to go take a ride and have a chat. How about taking a bike ride out to Park Place for a pizza?"
She smiled, "I know what you want to talk about, but let's take the girls out to Park Place and get a pizza, then you and I can go down to Jonah's for a beer. We can talk out back."
We did go to Park Place for pizza and beer. Jan and Marie were both hot to go out to the park behind the fence. Wanda said she was worried about how men would react to her. We were at the bar where a freckled redheaded bartender, who was sexy as all get out, heard us. She said, "A guy may get it up real quick if you're really special, but they go down just as quick. This place is great; a lot of people live out here permanently. They have built some gorgeous homes. If you want, they have a big bed and breakfast and they have some two bedroom cabins they rent by the night, week, or month. Come for a day, a week, or for life. I'd love to see you out here." She gave us all a wink.
Wanda said, "Sure, why not, I'm changing everything in my life. Why not?"
We went home and I got the bike out and Bobby and I rode down to Jonah's. He wasn't there and that was even better. We took our beer out to the back deck and sat at a picnic table.
Bobby said, "Now talk to me."
"Bobby, I love you. I've told you before that I love you. I'm beatin' around the bush about saying "Will you marry me." I'm afraid you'll turn me down. You, Babe, are more woman that I'll ever want or need. I'm serious, our little dalliances are fun and all, but I don't think they're good for you and me."
Bobby took my hand across the table and said, "Honey, I love you too. If you want to get married, we'll do it tomorrow. If you want to never invite a toy to bed with us again, it won't happen. I would prefer to wait a while so we both know what we're talking about is the right thing for both of us. But now let me tell you a couple of things."
Bobby took a deep breath which filled out her top real well. "I like to fool around. I like to fool around with girls. Look at me, I'm huge and don't feel attractive often. When one of these little girls comes on to me, I wilt. I also get sloshy and want to fool around with them. When you and I were fooling around doing Jan together, I came the hardest I've ever come. You make love to me so good it's wonderful, but I get a real rush out us fooling around with someone together. Coming back from Branson, that girl, Sue, kind of hinted around that Steve and her fool around with other couples. She said that Steve and her have more wives. Now that's wild. She also said between them they have over a dozen kids. That's really wild. When she was talking about that stuff, I was almost coming and Sue could tell. I'm just like that, Chuck. I like to fool around and I like it even more when you and I are doing it together."
"I want us to go double fuck my sister and her husband. I want to swap with them. I want you to fuck my two little sisters so they know how good I have it, and I want to watch. I want to go home and get that sexy little Marie between the sheets and fuck her senseless. I want to teach Wanda what love can really be, what trust can really be. And I want to go play with Sue's great big tits and watch you fuck her till she screams. I might have to fuck Steve till he screams, but that would be fun too. Then we'll go home and make love, Chuck. We'll make love to let each other know it's really just you and me."
"Damn, Honey, now I've got a hardon that won't quit."
Bobby patted the table and "Sit up here and I'll give you an outdoor express. That's a quick blowjob that'll curl your toes in three minutes flat."
I began laughing, "You are more adventurous than I am"
"Shit, you can steal a government vehicle, do all that conniving, come home with a straight face, and you say you aren't adventuresome? Shit, Baby, you have me beat by a mile. I'm just adventurous different than you. I want to be like Kenisha and bring you toys to fuck. I'll get them too, but that's what I want to do. Shoot, I'd do Kenisha in a second. I'll bet you would too. See, I'm just a big horny lady that loves to play. It's your fault; you let it out of me."
"We either need another beer or we should go home."
Bobby got up and picked me up; I mean she physically picked me up, hugging me and kissing me. "I love you, Baby. I'll never let anything get between us. Have fun with me, Lover, I promise I'll make it good for you."
We tossed our bottles and went through the bar saying bye. The bike felt good, but I was still at odds with myself. When I see something I think is hot, I feel guilty, then Bobby comes right out and wants to get her for me. Can she read my mind or does she get turned on by women like I do. She said she'd fuck Jonah and she'd have fun with Steve. Both are good looking guys, but she was like I'll fuck them so you can do their ladies. Is this wild or what?
We rolled in and were met by the three female roommates in short nighties. They had already been in the hot tub and were getting ready for bed. All three said they wanted a ride on the bike. I had to promise that I would take each one out some evening. There it is again, I'm taking strange women around. What the fuck?
Bobby said, "Swim tonight, or work out and swim in the morning?"
"Let's swim some, wear ourselves out."
Bobby just went straight out to the pool shedding clothes. I thought, what the heck, and took off my shirt. When I sat down to take off my pants and my leg showed, Wanda looked at me and said, "You are one hell of a man. No wonder these two are hot for your body."
"This doesn't turn you off?"
"You lost it in the war right? You're a man to get up and keep right on going. Look at you with what you were written up for. Look at all those incident reports. You did all that with one leg. You're one hell of a man. Let me help you."
Wanda came over and helped me hop the few steps to the pool. I dove in and Bobby and I began swimming hard. We continued for almost a half hour then hung on to the side of the pool to catch our breath. Bobby got close to me and was playing with my dick. She said, "Look at that bitch, she's so hot for you, she's smoking. How's that for a hundred eighty degree turn around in a few hours? I better get you inside before she attacks you out here."
Bobby was laughing at me as I got out of the pool with a hardon. Bobby helped me to the bench where I put the leg on, then walked into the house carrying my clothes. Wanda was following closely. I walked to our room, into the bathroom to take a quick shower, and then into bed. Bobby came into the shower and was hotter than a firecracker. It was just seconds until I was balancing on one leg while she was leaning against the wall. She went off again and again saying, it makes me so hot, it drives me crazy. She finally cried uncle, but I didn't get off yet. I was rock hard, but just not over the hump.
Bobby wanted to get down and do me with her mouth, but I said, "Let's go to bed, maybe we can figure out something later."
Once we were dry and under the covers, we did play and made love beautifully until I had her swimming in my juices. She hugged me tenderly, saying, "I love you so much. Now you should go fuck the other three in the house, but Jan is still out of commission."
She made me laugh out loud. As I tickled my three hundred and fifty pound lover, I said, "What should I do, walk from room to room and ask if they want me to put them sleep with a good pounding?"
"No Dummy, you would make love to them, you can make them happy, and I would be in here rubbing myself raw. Now I'm horny again just thinking about you hitting 'em all. I know you love me, that's not even in question, I'm just turned on by thinking of you making love to another lady that I think is worthy of you. I went nuts watching you make love to Jan. That was so beautiful and I have a video of us together now. I've watched it a couple of times and it makes me crazy. I'm just an average everyday six foot seven, three hundred and fifty pound love/slut, Baby. Do me again, Honey, or let me suck you until I turn your balls inside out."
Then it dawned on me. This must be just before Bobby's period. She always goes nuts just before. I did make love to her again and we did have an excellent mutual orgasm. That did it for both of us though, we fell asleep.
Primary editing by Pepere
Proofing by Sagacious