Chapter 8: Dad OKs the Road Trip

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MR. Z'S REACTION TO HEBE'S caper was predictable. He fired her.

His secretary had delivered the summons late that morning and we got to his restaurant just after the noon rush. We didn't care. Indeed, we might have been too relaxed. Earlier, as though the previous evening had exorcised any number of ghosts, we'd woken up together and devoured each other.

This time we were both awake, and after I ate Hebe to three orgasms she pushed me away and pulled me on top of her. I buried myself to my balls in her, and would have filled her again except that when she felt me about to come she grabbed me once more and pulled me up to sit on her boobs, where I left my mark on her cheeks and mouth and a little on her neck when I climaxed.

She laughed as she licked my cum from her lips.

"Good morning to you, sunshine!"

I leaned down to kiss her and clean her a little.

"And to you, Hebe."

At the restaurant, Mr. Z made us wait until the dining room had emptied. It was a shtick, we both knew that, but we figured to play it his way for as long as we could. At last he summoned us to his favorite table.

I knew what was coming, and so did Hebe.

"Hebe, that was the last straw, what happened last night."

She sat silent, but with her chin lifted. She was going to make her dad do all the work, that was plain.

"You're fired."

Hebe smiled.

"OK, Dad. Can I go now?"

Mr. Z flushed. I wondered how close he was to a coronary and that scared me a little. For all their fights Hebe loved him, and so did her mother. I didn't know for sure whether he made the same semi-conjugal visits to Mrs. H as he did to Persephone's mom, but I thought it likely.

"No!" His voice was loud enough to catch the attention of the wait staff and busboys who were cleaning up the remains of lunch and preparing for the dinner service.

Mr. Z leaned across the table.

"Hebe, you can't go on like this. You can't."

Hebe pressed her lips together. She was as stubborn as her dad.

"Why not, Dad?"

The question seemed to surprise him, I don't know why.

"Because you're not a kid any more. It's time to settle down."

"Maybe I won't settle down, Dad. What then? You gonna disown me?"

Now she was just being provocative. The world would end before Mr. Z would disown any of his kids. Maybe that's why her question deflated him. He still had his "Don't fuck with me" expression, but I could see tenderness in his eyes. He glanced at me, and I knew enough to keep my mouth shut and my face masked with respectful attention. He turned back to Hebe.