Chapter 14: Be Prepared

Saturday morning it was already hot, even at five AM. August was only a couple of days away, and the heat and humidity in central Texas were brutal. The weather didn’t bother me too much, though. At least it wasn’t the desert.

As I slipped on my running shoes, I was surprised by Amy. She had on running togs as well.

“Care for a little company this morning?” she asked, tying her long red hair back in a ponytail and smiling at the two snoring girls still in my bed. “I’d like to hear your opinion about something.”

“Sure, come on.”

We headed out the front door and jogged down the driveway towards Gold Canyon Drive at an easy, loping pace. I’d had lots of practice matching the length of my stride to that of my female trainees at Parris Island, so Amy had no trouble keeping up.

“So what’s on your mind, short stuff?” I teased her.

“I talked to Trini a bit,” she replied, “about what you told me in the studio the other night. She thought it was a great idea.”

“What’s a great idea?” I said.

“I want to join the Marines.”

“Nice!” I said. “You’ll be a good one. What else did Trini have to say about it?”

“She said I should stay in school so I can become an officer.”

We ran in comfortable silence for a few moments while I digested the idea.

“I think you’d be a good officer, too,” I finally said, “if that’s what you want to do. I’d talk to a recruiter to see if you need a degree from a major college or if they’ll accept one from an online university. That way you won’t have to leave home for awhile, and I’ll get to keep balling you.”

Amy giggled. “Now that’s a sacrifice I hadn’t considered,” she said. “I guess I’d have to take Barney with me to take your place.”

She was referring to Kryssie’s immense double-headed purple dildo, Barney the Dinosaur Dick. I snorted laughter. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry. There’s lots of big-cocked Marines around, and I don’t think you’ll have much trouble getting their attention.”

“Are there more women like Trini?” she asked hopefully.

“There’s plenty of women in the Corps these days,” I said. “Speaking of which, have you discussed this with Jackie?”

“Not exactly. But I think she’ll be okay with it,” Amy said, “we’re going in two different directions now, anyway. She’s really getting into fashion photography, and getting the Angel Love website up and running. You should see some of the pics she’s taken. She’s really, really good with a camera. I think she wants to pursue it as a career.”

“You could make a sweet career for yourself modeling, you know,” I observed. “You’re as beautiful as anybody in the business. It would be a lot safer and pay a whole lot better than being a Marine.”

She dimpled. “Thanks, but I want to do something that matters, like you and Bill and Trini. I want to do something to protect my family and my country.”

“Greater love hath no man,” I quoted. “I respect that, Amy. No rush, though. You’ve got a couple of years yet to make up your mind. You know, I’ve often wondered if the eight years I served were worth it, what life would be like if I had stayed here with Pop. The answer I always come up with is that no, I wouldn’t change a thing. I would always have asked myself if I had what it took.”

“I think all men feel that way,” she said. “I heard Daddy talking to Papa the other day, and - “ she snorted a laugh. “That sounds weird, doesn’t it, ‘Daddy talking to Papa.’ They’re both my father, but I have to keep them straight. Anyway, Daddy told Papa that he respected both you and Papa for being veterans. He said he felt like he’s left something unfinished, that he’s missed out on something.”

I considered that. “I can’t speak for everybody, but my own experience is that the military has made me a better person. It taught me about something I never learned in school, and that’s to accept personal responsibility for everything I do. There’s nobody else to blame for my mistakes, and if anybody’s going to correct them it has to be me. I think it’s what they call being an adult.”

“Momma says that being an adult is doing what you have to do no matter what anybody else thinks about it or what it costs,” Amy said.

“Your mom learned the hard way,” I said. “I respect the hell out your mom.”

“She was a year younger than I am now!”

“I know. And pregnant to boot. Yep, if I was in combat, I wouldn’t mind having your mom watching my back. She would have been a helluva Marine.”

“That’s what I think,” Amy replied smugly. “Sarah’s like that, too.”

“The women in our family are tough. Even you and Jackie. All of you have had to face bad times or demons of some sort, and made it through.”

“Sarah says she always knew she could handle things, but that it was you and daddy that finally taught her to like herself the way she is,” the little ginger gal panted, as we turned up Gold Canyon Drive. “Y’all showed that to all of us. I think Jackie and I hooked up because we both felt lost, and had no idea who we were or what to look for in the future. Now I feel like that no matter where I go or what I do, my family will have my back. Because they love me and I love them, no matter what.”

I looked at her and grinned. “I do, baby. I really do.”

She dimpled again and we ran in comfortable silence until we got back home.

At breakfast it was decided that Trini was going to work with the teenagers while Miles and Pop set up a family shooting range in back of the guest house. Sandy and Sarah were going to research suppliers of leather apparel, and Bill and I were to set up our new perimeter alarm and security gate.

There’s nothing like working on the Texas prairie in late July. If it wasn’t for the lack of trees, I’d have thought we were in the jungles of Panama, it was that hot and humid. Fortunately, the developers of Gold Canyon had planted cottonwood trees all around the property lines of each mini-ranch, so at least we had a bit of shade. Even with the shade, though, both Bill and I were stripped to our gym shorts and sneakers.

It was simple to set up the perimeter, we just had to drive posts in the ground every couple of hundred feet and line up the lasers. They were almost impossible to see because of the shadows of the trees and the tall prairie grass. The lawn care guys Pop had contracted to mow the grass only cut it about a hundred feet out from the big house and guest house, so the wild prairie grasses provided us with privacy.

We installed the car battery power source and its solar charging station in back of the guest house, checked everything, and started on the security gate about noon.

Before we could install the gate itself, we had to dig some post holes and set up large posts with concrete around their bases to mount it to. It was hard, dirty, brutal work, and both of us were soon covered in mud and sweat. I had just scraped the last of the concrete out of the wheelbarrow when I heard Bill exclaim breathlessly, “Jesus Christ, wouldja look at that!”

The expression on his dirty face was akin to someone that had been clocked with a two-by-four. Turning, I saw that the object of his amazement was Jackie, straddling her cruiser bike.

She was slightly in profile to us, one perfectly formed leg raised to put down the kickstand while she rested her weight on the other. Her long, dark hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a white, high-cut bikini that displayed her fabulous, slender body and gorgeous breasts to perfection. She was apparently considering the picnic lunch in the bike’s cargo basket, but Bill and I both knew that she had stopped where she did so we could admire her.

Taking a bottle of water from the basket, she smiled, tilted her head back gracefully and drank. Then she opened her lips sensuously and poured some water on her face and down her front, turning the sheer fabric of her bikini top almost transparent. The cold water hardened her nipples instantly, and we could plainly see the goose-bumps rise on her areolae. When she finished, she opened her gorgeous blue eyes to look directly at us and slowly lick her lips.

It took me a moment to remember to breathe. Even if she was still a teenager, she was every bit as gorgeous and desirable as her mom. I sensed Bill standing motionless behind me, and I knew his attention was as riveted on the vision of seductive beauty before us as mine. Jackie had transformed into the woman of every man’s desire. My cock instantly began to engorge.

The ravishing girl gracefully dismounted, picked up the basket, and walked towards us. Well, maybe not ‘walked,’ exactly, I guess some people would call it ‘sashayed,’ or maybe, ‘sauntered?’ Whatever you call it, it was sexy as hell!

She boldly appraised our sweaty, muddy bodies as she approached. Then she smiled that same sneering, crooked smile as her mom, the smile that turns me on so much, and said seductively, “You boys are just filthy!” The way she said it told me that she wasn’t talking about mud and cement.

“You have no idea,” I leered. A quick glance at Bill told me that security gates weren’t what was on his mind right now, either. “Stick around and you’re gonna find out exactly how filthy we are.”

The teenage siren “sauntered” her way over to me and put her arms around my neck.

I kissed her softly, then spun her around and gently shoved her to Bill, who also gave her a lingering kiss. “I’d say you’re interfering with two government law enforcement agents in the performance of their duties. We should take you into custody.”

Jackie ran a finger slowly down Bill’s hard, sweaty belly towards his groin and giggled. “Maybe we can work something out,” she murmured, and dropped to her knees. She grabbed the waistband of his muddy gym shorts to pull them down to expose his rapidly inflating prick. She encircled his meaty shaft with her left hand and slurped the big head into her mouth while simultaneously reaching behind her and beckoning to me with her other hand.

I obediently shucked my shorts and placed my stiff wang into her waiting palm. She squeezed it hard and drew me around to begin alternately sucking and licking our two immense boners. Bill and I grinned at each other and bumped fists as my stepsister eagerly sucked our cocks.

“Spit roast or double team?,” he grunted, and Jackie hummed her approval of that idea loudly.

“Why not both?” I grunted in reply. Jackie’s humming grew even louder.

Bill stepped behind the brunette teen and we both knelt. Jackie kept sucking me for all she was worth, while Bill fucked his steely prick in and out of her sweet, tight little pussy.

“Jesus, you’ve got a big dick, Billy,” my stepsister moaned, using both her hands to jack my cock. “Fuck the shit out of me!”

“Your wish is my command,” he replied, and spat on his prick to promptly skewer her anus. Jackie squealed and yelped like a puppy, and he smacked her ass with his meaty palm!

“Help me out with this slut, bro,” he grunted, and reached around to pull her back against chest, his rigid tool still balls deep in her ass. I hooked her knees over my elbows and stood up to spread her legs wide and slip my boner into her greasy cunt. Bill and I fucked her rhythmically, alternating our strokes while wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy shook my little sister’s slender body.

Jackie shrieked and came again and again as our huge cocks slammed in and out of her tiny holes. Bill mauled and pinched her generous breasts as I silenced her shouting by thrusting my tongue deeply into her gasping mouth!

When I shot my load into Jackie’s twat I thought I was going to pass out! The heat and humidity were taking their toll, and when Bill blasted his hot load up her butt, Jackie fainted! We splashed her with water to bring her around, and when she regained conciousness, the slender teen actually smiled up at us, and said, “That was freakin’ dope! Can we do it again?”

I laughed weakly, and Bill said, “You girls are gonna whip my ass!”

“Tell me about it,” I told him, “That’s why I don’t get jealous. I need all the help I can get!”

All three of us were covered with sweat and mud now, Jackie just as nasty as Bill and I. We sat in the shade of the cottonwood trees and shared the chips and sandwiches Jackie had brought us.”

Bill stood up and groaned. “I think I’m done for today, Ken,” he said. “I think our little sister here has finished me off!”

“Me too,” I replied, feeling the beginnings of heat exhaustion. “We can’t do anything else with this gate until the concrete sets, anyway. Let’s go back to the house and hit the pool.”

“My bikini is ruined,” Jackie wailed, holding up the muddy, ripped remains. Then she giggled, “It was worth it, though.”

“What got into you, anyway?” I asked. “The way you looked when you rode up here, that poor little swimsuit didn’t stand a chance! You’re freakin’ gorgeous, sissy!”

Dimples. “Likewise, big bro,” she said. “I was taking some pictures of the place for Daddy, and I saw you guys out here with my telephoto lens. You guys were all sweaty, wearing only those little shorts, and I got so wet I couldn’t stand it! Sandy told me to bring you guys some lunch, and I was just too happy to oblige!”

We threw the tools and Jackie’s bike into the truck along with our nasty clothes, clambered into the cab buck naked and drove back to the house. Bill saw Trini beckoning to him from the guest house porch and went to meet her while Jackie and I playfully washed the mud off each other with the garden hose. The teen laughed and squealed as the cold water drenched her, and I couldn’t help staring lustfully at her stiffening nipples.

She put her hands behind her head and proudly displayed her lovely tits for me, and gasped softly when I bent to kiss each of them. When I raised my head she was looking at me with an earnest expression.

“I love fucking you, Kenny,” she said, “Bill, too, and Miles, and especially Daddy. Now I understand Kryssie a lot better, and why she’s always been such a cock hound. For the longest time I thought I was gay, until you showed up. Amy and I started fooling around a couple of years ago, and I love fucking her, too, so I guess I’m bisexual.”

I gave my littlest sister a big smile. “Cool! You’ve found out who you are! That’s a pretty big deal, Jackie. It sure seems to have boosted your confidence. Down there by the gate you sure acted like you knew what you wanted.”

“I did,” she smiled back. “The problem is that I’m feeling different about me and Amy. I mean, I still love her, and find her attractive and all, but I just don’t feel like I need her the way I used to, y’know? I don’t want to hurt her, but I think I’m looking for something else now.”

“I think you and Amy got together because you both needed somebody,” I said. “I’m so happy that you’re discovering who you are and what you want to be, darlin.’ Amy is finding out about herself, too, you know. It’s hard to believe that you two are the same girls I met just a couple of weeks ago. You’re turning into a couple of capable, confident young women, and I’m very proud of you, Jackie, I’m proud of both of you.”

She whimpered, and threw her arms around my neck. “I want you to be proud of me!” she whispered fiercely. “I love you, Kenny, I love you so much!”

I kissed her softly, and held her close. “Ditto, baby, I’m so in love with you that my head’s spinning. This whole family. I’m gonna be here for you forever.”

“Hey Ken!” Pop’s voice interrupted our interlude. “Quit molesting the youngsters and come tell us if this pistol range is up to snuff!” Jackie turned around and flipped him off.

“Why, so you can get busy molesting the youngsters yourself?” I riposted loudly. “Okay, let me put on some dry clothes.”

When I got to the range I found Bill there ahead of me, along with Miles and Pop. The four of us put a few dozen rounds downrange, and I was pleasantly surprised by everyone’s accuracy. Bill and I were still expert, of course, but even Pop and Miles would have qualified for a sharpshooter’s medal. I shot my Sig Sauer P320 9mm Ranger sidearm, and loved it. (Still do. If I ever find myself shooting at something that I absolutely have to hit while I’m upside down and flying through the air, I’ll use my Sig. It’s just like pointing my finger.) Bill was shooting his Springfield Hellcat 9mm, while Pop and Miles shared a Glock .40.

“Looks like you two have kept in practice,” Bill complimented the older men. “That’s damn fine shooting.”

I held up Pop’s target. He’d placed five rounds out of twelve within two inches of the bullseye. “In the Corps this would put you in the top ten percent, Pop. Good shootin’!”

“I’m a Texan, son,” he growled. “It’s in our DNA.” We all got a laugh out of that.

“Clear the range, boys, the real pistoleers are comin’ through!” Trini called. We turned to see all five women in the family approaching. The FBI agent had gifted each of the adult women a Ruger .380 automatic, and was going to train all the girls to shoot. Krys came up to me for a quick kiss.

“Jackie told me what you said to her,” she said. “Thanks for that. Whatever problem she had with me is over, and I feel closer to her than ever. You’re a miracle, baby.”

“Cmon, Gunny, you know the rules,” Trini teased as I kissed my fiance. “You guys clear out.”

Both Bill and I saluted, getting a general giggle, but I said, “Let’s go, guys, she means it.”

As we walked back to the house, Miles asked, “She means what?”

“Guys and gals don’t mix on the shooting range, not during training,” I replied. “Safety is the number one priority, no distractions allowed, and if you’re busy trying to play grabass with somebody then you’re paying attention to the wrong shit. Trini’s the best firearms instructor there is, no nonsense, and when she’s done with those girls they’ll know how to use a pistol, all right. She’ll keep them shooting all night until she’s satisfied that they can handle a sidearm.”

“Are we going to learn hand-to hand?” asked Pop.

“Trini’s already worked with the girls on some of the very basic self-defense techniques,” said Bill, “but we can’t be sure that we’ll have enough time for everybody to get proficient. A handgun is everyone’s best bet for the short term. The Bureau won’t mind us gifting the Rugers to Sarah and Sandy, but not the minors.”

“I see,” said Pop. “Well, arming those gals doesn’t bug me at all. Miles and I can run into town and pick up another Glock for me, and some more .380’s for the girls while they’re at the range. Can you guys hold the fort while we’re gone? We’ll pick up some steaks for dinner, too.”

“Cool with me,” said Bill. “Everybody can break in their new pistols in the morning. Why don’t you pick up some ammo, too? Here, I’ll make you a list. Make sure to get some hollowpoint ammo for those Glocks. Some for the .380’s too. Ball ammo’s good for practice, but you need hollowpoints to stop a man.”

They were gone for a couple of hours, and the girls were still on the shooting range when they got back. I put a salad together while Bill cranked potatoes in and out of the microwave. Pop was just putting the ribeyes in to marinate when the hot, sweaty women returned, tired, but exhilarated.

“Everybody’s qualified at least Marksman,” said Trini. “Krys is a natural, but everybody did really well, considering that Sandy was the only one that’s ever used a firearm before.”

“Outstanding!” exclaimed Bill. “I told these guys that you’d have kept them at it all night if you had to. I’m glad you didn’t, it’s fucking hot.”

“I’d just as soon stick to my shotgun,” Sandy said. “Y’ain’t gotta aim it much.” Her phone rang. “Scuse me, y’all, it’s Sanjhi. I’d better take this.” She walked into the living room area and sat down.

“Look at my target, Kenny,” said Amy, and of course Krys and Jackie had to show me their own targets, too. I was loud in my praise, and then Pop surprised them with their new sidearms. The teens had to try them out immediately, of course, and they dragged Trini and Sarah back to the range.

“Kenny! Miles! Can you come here a sec?” called Sandy. We obediently trotted over to her, and she put her phone on speaker.

“Just a minute, Sanjhi, The fellas here, too,” she said.

“Hello, Ken, Miles! I was explaining to Sandy that my circumstances have become much more urgent.”

“What’s up, Sanjhi?” I asked.

“My family’s textile plant is in jeopardy. A particular government official believes he has an opportunity to take the plant for himself, and has filed a writ of abandonment in order to seize it. It is imperative that I go to India immediately to stop him. My flight leaves tomorrow evening at six.”

“What can we do to help, my friend?” I asked.

“Come get the keys to the store,” Sanjhi answered. “All the old stock is gone, but a retail supply company is supposed to clear out the shelving and begin removal of the walk-in beer cooler on Wednesday. I have already received payment from them, so all you would need to do is be there to unlock the door. They should have the job completed by the weekend.”

“I can let them in,” Sandy volunteered. “Do you need a ride to the airport tomorrow?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact,” he replied. “My wife has already gone to India with the things we had to take with us, so all that is left in the house is a few of my clothes. I was going to call an Uber, but it will be lovely to see you once more before I leave. My plane leaves at six in the evening.”

“What about the title closing on Thursday?” I asked. “Won’t you have to be there to sign closing documents?”

“I’ve already signed all the seller’s documents, and the manager of the title company has notarized them. All you have to do is sign an agreement to let them act as proxy for the sale. Your check will be made out to the title company, and they will arrange an electronic money transfer to my bank account.”

“Who does the sales agreement list as buyer, Sanjhi?” asked Miles. “Ken will have to be out of town on Thursday.”

“Angel Love LLC is the buyer. That’s what we agreed on, isn’t it, Sandy?”

“Yes, darlin’, the blonde replied. “It wasn’t all my money we were usin’, so I didn’t feel right about putting just my name on the deed.”

“That was a good instinct, Sandy,” I said. “Since you’re CEO, you can sign the closing by yourself, too, and my name won’t be involved. That way I’ll be able to maintain my squeaky-clean Boy Scout reputation as a Texas Ranger. Those church organization assholes will use any excuse they can find to come after us, and tying a Texas Ranger to the sex trade, however tenuously, is right up their alley.”

“Sanctimonious bigots,” growled Sanjhi, “It seems we can’t avoid them no matter what we do.”

“Not in Center City, we can’t,” said Miles.

“Anyway, we’ll pick you up tomorow at four, Sanjhi darlin’!” the little blonde said brightly. “We’ll all come down to see you off.”

“The best of luck, Sanjhi,” I said. “The Davis family is indebted to you, and we’ll always be in your corner if you need us.”

“Thank you, Kenny. Although we only met a few days ago, I treasure your friendship, and I will always cherish my relationship with your father. See you tomorrow.” He hung up.

“So Angel Love is an LLC?” asked Miles. “We’d better file the incorporation paperwork before Thursday.”

Sandy waved her hand dismissively. “Sarah took care of all that last week, baby, She did it online, and listed me as fifty-one per cent owner and Kenny here and herself as twenty-four point five percent apiece. We’ll have to change that now, since you’re buying in, but for the purposes of this sale, we’re legal.”

“Sarah’s got the brains in this outfit,” I said appreciatively. “She kept Davis Enterprises’ name off the incorporation papers, too. The church crowd can’t object too strenuously to my involvement in Angel Love if I’m only an investor.”

“Especially if your fiance is a paid employee,” agreed Miles. “Sandy wants to make Kryssie our Public Relations and Marketing Director.”

“I don’t care if she’s finished her degree or not. I’ll never find anyone smarter or more capable for the job, and Sarah’s gonna be working all hours of the day selling cars. I’ll never find a prettier spokesmodel, either. I want to make her the face of Angel Love.”

“Does she know about all that?” I asked. “I don’t want to spring it on her inadvertently with an offhand remark.”

“I’ve already spoken to her about it, and she says she’ll do it if it’s okay with you, Kenny,” Sandy replied. “She said she doesn’t want to screw up your rep with the Rangers.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Sandy. This Ranger gig is helping the family out at the moment, but I don’t intend to make a career out of it. Whatever Krys wants to do is fine with me. For what it’s worth I agree with you. I don’t think you’d find anyone better for the job if you looked a hundred years.”

“Then it’s unanimous,” Miles declared. “Krys is now the public face of Angel Love.”

“We should talk it over with her, and Jackie,” Sandy said. “Krys will be the one on the website to introduce our new product lines, and she and Jackie will have to decide what kinds of shots they want, which models to use, and when they can be posted.”

“We’ll need to get the convenience store converted fast, Ken,” said Miles. “We’ll need the shop to start cash flow and give us a mailing address to ship and receive from.”

“Gotcha, Uncle Miles. I should be able to get enough done to start using the building in a few weeks. I’ll get some measurements and a floor plan after we take Sanjhi to the airport tomorrow, and Sandy, you can go ahead and order whatever display units you want. We can start construction as soon as we get back from inspecting the car lots.”

“We’d save a lot of cash if you boys could just build some shelves for me,” Sandy mused.

“The time we’d save by buying them ready-made is far more valuable than the cash we’d save by making them ourselves,” Miles argued. “We ought to have both the store and the website up and running within the next month or six weeks at the outside. The longer we wait the less time I’ll have to help with things. Besides, they’re deductible.”

“Remember, the family’s gonna be running seven or eight different car lots all over Texas, and at that point everything to do with Angel Love will be on you and the girls, Sandy.”

“Shoot, you can’t scare me, boy,” the blonde drawled confidently. “With these girls on my team, I can run the world.”

At dinner, the women were enthusiastic about the training they had received that day. Amy, in particular, was eager and excited. She seemed to have made Trini her idol.

“She told us that we need to be armed with something all the time, even when we’re asleep,” the little redhead told me. “Check out this little gem.”

Trini had gifted all the teenage girls a cunning new barrette for their hair. Amy showed me how its plastic cover snapped off to reveal a razor-sharp blade about three inches long. The folding clasp served as a handle.

“We all have long hair, so they look perfectly natural,” Amy grinned up at her hero. “Thanks, Trini!”

“I couldn’t buy them a gun, so I got these from my family in Guadalajara,” Trini explained. “My cousins make all sorts of little gadgets like this to arm their friends and neighbors against the drug cartels. Outside of tourist areas in big cities like Guadalajara or Mexico City, kidnapping and muggings are a way of life. Owning a gun makes you a target of both the cartels and the police. Knives of various sorts are part of most people’s regular wardrobe.”

I examined the short blade critically. “This would be handy to have if you’re tied up with anything but handcuffs or wire cable,” I thought out loud. “You wouldn’t be able to hurt anybody really seriously with it, unless maybe you could grab their head from behind and cut their throat.”

“You can cut yourself and leave a blood trail if you need to, or clothes, or hair, whatever the situation demands,” Trini pointed out. “You may not be able to kill your abductors with one, but it’s a damn sight better than having nothing at all.”

After an after-dinner swim, everybody seemed to want to pair up for the evening. Bill was as tired as I was, and had stuff to talk about with Trini, so they headed for the guest house for an early night. Amy gave me an anxious look as she went upstairs with Jackie, and I knew she was going to reveal her desire to be a Marine. Sarah and Pop and Miles and Sandy wanted to hang by the pool, but I grabbed Kryssie and took her to bed.

Sunday morning, Bill and I skipped our workouts to get as much done on the gate as we could before it got hot. The concrete had set nicely, so we were able to assemble the rest pretty quickly, and we were finished by noon. We gathered the family to show them how it worked.

“There’s a remote camera that lets you see who’s at the gate before you open it,” I said, indicating the security monitor by the front door and the button for opening the gate. “Everybody’s vehicle has a transmitter that will open the gate automatically, but anybody that’s not family will have to call the house on their cell phone to get someone to let them in.”