Chapter 36

Sheila awoke first the next morning. She reveled in the feeling of the strong, gentle man lying next to her. She peeked under the covers at his manhood. He must be dreaming, she thought. John had a full erection. She touched it briefly before withdrawing her hand. Chiding herself for taking advantage of his unconsciousness.

But that is what Theresa had done to him to start their relationship ... It was tempting.

Perhaps a little too tempting. She kissed him softly on the chest by where her head was laying. Then gently slipped out of bed. It was just seven A.M.

She located her purse and pulled out her cellular phone, taking it into the bathroom with her.

She used the toilet and brushed her teeth. Then used her cellular to call her secretary at home. She should just be getting up.

“Yah... “ a sleepy female voice said.

“Judy? This is Sheila. Listen when you get to work, re- schedule my appointments ... I think there’s only two or three consults. Nothing serious. Something’s come up and I won’t be in today.”

“Caught a live one huh?” Judy muttered.

“Babe. The livest one on the planet. I’d move to a desert island and eat coconuts and feed him peeled grapes even if he wasn’t a multi-millionaire.”

“Where the hell did you meet him?” (Judy was now fully awake.)

“Can you believe it? He walked into Pussy’s last night and Angie threw him out. I caught up and said I knew a friendlier place before I knew what he was worth.” Sheila whispered.

“So I take it from your tone that he’s close by.” Judy said.

“Still asleep. I’m in the bathroom on my cell.” Sheila replied.

“So how long do you think you’ll be out?” Judy asked.

“Probably just today, but if I get an open shot, I’m gone. You can reach my Cell, but don’t call unless it’s critical.” Sheila said.

“Good hunting. Hope you land him.” Judy said.

“I’m gonna do my very best.” Sheila said.

“Your best? My god, was he that good.” Judy gasped.

“I don’t know. We didn’t do that, just talked, slept and cuddled...” Sheila said.

“You didn’t do it? And you’re still this hyped on him?” her secretary gasped.

“Babe, you have no idea. When was the last time you met a sexy, healthy, rich, straight, charming, cultured, compassionate, single gentleman with an open mind in San Francisco?” Sheila asked.

“Ye gods ... I heard a rumor that one flew over once twenty years ago ... If he’s all that, what are you doing talking to me. Get back in that bed! NOW!” Judy said, excitedly.

“My thoughts exactly. Love ya babe.” Sheila said.

“Love you too. Bye” Judy said.

Sheila’s next call was to Go-Go Gourmet. She ordered a large deluxe breakfast for two to be delivered at exactly nine forty five. Knock quietly. Lots of French roast.

She slipped quietly back into bed with John.

She kissed him gently on the cheek and he stirred. His eyes electric blue when they opened to hers. He pulled her to him and they snuggled for a bit.

He released her and then slipped away. “Back in a bit.” he said, heading for the bathroom.

Sheila got a pained expression on her face as she watched his backside retreat. “God ... and a nice ass to boot!” She thought to herself.

He returned a few minutes later, breath fresh.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly. The kiss grew on its own.

“Good morning, sleep well?” He said.

“Good morning to you. I slept like a baby. Never felt so comfortable in my life. How about you?” she replied, running her fingers over his chest.

“The best all week. Guess I missed my little lovelies. Happily surprised you’re still here though. Sorry about last night.” John said.

“For what? Why would I be gone?” Sheila asked.

“Oh ... for sort of leading you on. I really felt like talking. But I didn’t mean to have to disappoint you.” he said.

“Disappoint me? How did you do that?” she asked, genuinely puzzled.

“By not making love with you.” John said.

Sheila got that exasperated look again.

“John, I don’t think I’ve ever met a more selfless person in my whole life. I respect you more than you could ever know. for not making love to me. Especially since it was quite obvious that you wanted to.” Sheila said.

“Oh ... I’m most certainly not selfless. I’m just stuck with my ethics ... such as they are.” John said, looking distant.

“You said that you thought maybe you messed up back home ... Want to talk about it?” Sheila asked.

“Oh ... I don’t know. Hate to spoil this great image you have of me.” John said.

“You’d have to really do bad to do that. What did you do, rape some babies? Rob a bank? Murder your ex-wife?” Sheila teased.

“Not too far off. Thought about murdering my ex. Almost got arrested because they thought I was robbing a bank and ... my two lovelies are barely out of the baby stage.” John said.

“How old?” Sheila asked.

“Well, let’s see. Cindy just turned seventeen a week ago. Theresa will turn that in a couple of months.” John said.

Sheila was silent for a moment.

“Gonna turn me in?” John asked, “You may not have to. They may do it after last week.”

“No ... I know you just well enough to know that they aren’t babies. You had a reason for getting involved with them. So ... my dear, gentle-man. Why don’t you start at the beginning. Tell me all about your life, their life and how you met Theresa.”

“I ran over her.” John said.

“Uh ... rewind the tape a bit. Why not start with your winning the lottery. We’ve got lots of time. I’m here to listen.” Sheila said.

“Okay ... Well, I was driving down the road listening to crap on the radio...” John began.

He talked for a long time. Sheila just listening. When he told about the bank she chuckled and then busted out laughing. When she recovered, he continued. He told her about what his life was like before and after. His fling with the girls from the local watering hole. The sports car. He told her all about the silo. She was intrigued. He told her of his plans for it. How much it cost him so far and how things were turning out. He explained his tracing things out and finding the camera’s and surveillance system. Then about his mishap with Theresa.

She questioned him whenever it seemed like he was leaving anything out.

She sat back, wearing the shirt he had had on the night before. Her knees tucked up beside her ample breasts. This left John an open view of her privates.

He gazed hypnotically as he talked. Whenever he looked up her eyes met him and she smiled. She became aware of his gaze and shifted her position to give him a better view. It didn’t help relax him. He got a throbbing hard- on while he explained his actions when Cindy had arrived. She listened intently when John described about watching Cindy and Theresa in the pool on the first night. She squirmed a bit and John noticed she was actually getting wet.

He continued. He told her almost everything he could think of. Concluding with his assumptions based upon the information from the camera log and the cell phone. She nodded a bit as he finished.

“I’m kind of hungry ... Want to get some breakfast ... if you still want to be seen with me that is.” John said.

She got that look again and just then there was a quiet knock on the door. She glanced at the clock. John seemed puzzled.

“Who the hell could that be.” He said.

She buttoned up the shirt and pulled on her panties. “Breakfast, my treat.” she said, walking to the door. She opened it to a discrete looking young woman holding a large box. She thanked her and signed the slip, adding a large gratuity for her promptness. She carried it back and set the box on the table. Lifting the lid she extracted two large cups of coffee.

“Sugar, creme?” she asked.

“Black.” he replied, amazed.

She opened the sipping hole and handed it to him. He sipped at it and broke out in a smile.

“So when did you order this?” he asked.

“This morning, before you woke up.” She replied.

“What’s in the box?” he asked, swinging his legs off the bed.

“Eggs Benedict. Toasted bagels with sun-dried tomato creme cheese, Strawberry’s and creme and lots of coffee.” she said.

“I’m impressed.” John said, “Still want to eat with me?”

Again she got that look.

“Darling. What are you talking about?” she asked.

“The story of my life. Raping almost babies ... spying on them.” he reminded her.

“Oh ... Come eat.” she said, turning her attention to laying out the table.

He pulled on his slacks and moved to the table.

“What first?” she asked.

“Uh ... the strawberry’s, if they’re unsweetened. Just a dab of creme.” he said.

“Pretty picky for a baby raper.” she said, putting his exact request in front of him.

John winced.

“Oh ... Stop that! I was joking.” she said, giving him that look again.

He poked at his strawberries a bit.

Seeing he wasn’t placated she said: “Okay ... listen. I think you are generous, kind, magnanimous, cultured, a soft touch, brilliant but sometimes soft in the head, caring, moody, sexy and the most desirable man I have ever met. Now eat your strawberries cause the rest is getting cold. Then we’ll talk about it. Okay?”

He nodded. Smiling at her he dived into his breakfast.

When they were properly stuffed on decadence, she took two more coffees and set them on the night stand. She unbuttoned the shirt and led him back to the bed. She leaned up against the headboard and pulled him back against her. Laying his head between her breasts. She handed him his coffee and sipped at her own.

“Okay love. Let’s talk about it. First off. I don’t perceive you as a baby raper. Your actions were overly and overtly honorable. Both Cindy and Theresa were in bad situations. You gave them a better alternative, at your own expense. Had you made sex a condition of that alternative, then I would have thrown you happily to the legal wolves —I know many— but you did not. What they did with you, was of their own choosing. The law might argue that they weren’t adult and therefore couldn’t make their own decisions, but I don’t buy that. They’d done a bunch of growing up before you ever met them. In over half the cultures of the world, those two would be expecting their second child by now. Still, your keeping your relationship a secret is a good idea. I know the Attorney General for your state. He wouldn’t leave your toenails unchewed. The one from their state would swallow them.

“Secondly. Your continued relationship with them. Fine by me. You even had your tubes snicked to prevent their becoming trapped into a situation where they were stuck with you, or in a worse condition out on their own. You’ve made certain that they had a future. That’s a damn sight more than either of their parents did.

“From what you’ve told me, Theresa will probably move on. Cindy probably won’t, but she might. College time away from you could change her mind. Time will tell.

“Third. Your voyeurism ... You screwed up. You should have told them. You had better tell them soon. If you were an asshole I know where you could market every single one of the tapes. I’d probably buy a copy myself. You’re not an asshole so that’s not an issue. Fact is that I’d be more than happy to be on them myself. With you and from the way you’ve described them, both your little lovelies.

“The next question for yourself, is what the hell are you going to do with a whole year’s worth of tapes?

“Fourth. Your Silo. I’d dearly love to see it. From your descriptions, it sounds incredible. The perfect millionaire’s retreat. Spacious, luxurious, high tech toys, comfortable, secluded and secure. Wish I could see a floor plan.” she concluded.

John turned and kissed a nipple before climbing off the bed and returning with his laptop. He settled back into his spot and called up the image file he’d downloaded the day before.

He walked her through the whole place, describing the rooms from memory. Then, remembering he called in the pics he’d downloaded and showed each major room to her.

“I could call up now and download current images including the girls, but right now it doesn’t seem very ethical.” he said.

“If I was going to corrupt your ethics, that wouldn’t be where I’d start!” Sheila said, kissing his forehead.

“Come on, let’s go shower. You’ve got a plane to catch.” She said.

Sheila led him to the bathroom and unfastened his trousers. She dropped them and sighed heavily at the sight of his manhood. She turned on the water and pushed her panties to the floor. Stepped in and dragged him with her.

She soaped him up and then did her best to scrub his whole body with hers.

He washed her hair for her. She did the same for him, reaching up to do it. Letting the suds run down between them, rubbing her breasts against his chest to take advantage of it.

Finally they rinsed off. John was hard as a rock.

As she dried him she said: “If you ever decide that thing has no home, please think of San Francisco as your first port of call.”

As they dressed, John asked her: “Sheila, how much do you know about fashion? Business fashion?”

“Oh ... a little. Mostly just what it does to my budget.” she chuckled.

“And that outfit, how much did it cost?”

“Oh ... about fifteen hundred, I guess.” She said.

“And how many like it do you have.” he asked.

“Oh ... lets see ... Eight. Each different. I also mix and match some between them.” She said.

“So roughly ten grand in business suits.” he added up.

“Easy. That’s cheap compared to what some of them would have cost me. I have a ... friend who makes them and gives me a break.” Sheila said.

“And how many formal dresses?” he asked.

“Oh ... god. I don’t know. Lots.” she said.

“And their value?” he probed.

“Jesus ... I’d be afraid to guess. What are you getting at?”

“Just bear with me ... May I ask how much you make?”

“Uh ... sure. You told me about yourself ... I made just over one hundred and thirty thousand last year. Before taxes.” She replied, now studying him. He appeared to have some idea turning in his mind.

“So, roughly about five hundred a day.” John said.

“I’m not as quick at math as you are, but I guess that’s about right. Averaged. Some days I don’t make squat. Others maybe up to five grand. That’s a great day for me.” she mused.

“And how much do you charge your clients when you go out consulting on their businesses.” John asked.