Chapter 7

He waited until he got home to call Judy, it was seven o’clock. Ginger answered on the second ring, out of breath. At her breathless “Hello?” He responded,

“Hello Ginger! This is Jimmy Johnson, are you ok? It sounds like you ran a marathon!” In the background he heard a muted, “Come back to bed, Babe, we’re not finished!”

He wondered what he interrupted? “No, I’m fine, I just ran for the phone! Do you need to talk to Mom?”

Yes, but it can wait if she’s busy.”

“Hold on, I’ll ask.” She put her hand on the mouthpiece but he could still hear her “Mom, Jimmy Johnson wants to talk to you!” “Have him give you a message and then come back to bed and finish eating my pussy, then I’ll do yours!”

“Jimmy, can I take a message, please?”

“Yes I know I heard her, she’s not forcing you is she? If she isn’t then I hope you do a great job and get rewarded!”

“Oh my God! I can’t believe you heard her! No, no, no! She’s not making me do anything, in fact I love what we are doing, and it’s all your fault!” In the background, he can hear Judy swearing and saying she was going to jail!

Just then Kim came in through the connecting door, I put my finger to my lips, then pointed to my ear. “Ginger, put your Mom on before she goes to the police and turns herself in!”

“Jimmy, you weren’t supposed to hear that! Please, please, don’t tell anyone!”

“Judy, if you want to lick your daughter’s pussy, as long as you aren’t forcing her I could only hope you both will allow me to take pictures and video of it next Saturday, so we both can make lots of money! If it makes you feel any better, I’m licking my sister out every chance we get!”

“You are?”

He handed the phone to Kim, and she said, “He is and he is great at it!”

“Kim, does he really? My husband couldn’t find the courage to even try! Ginger and I go for hours until we virtually pass out! Pass the phone back to Jimmy and he can ask his questions. Bye Kim!”

“Jimmy, I think I know what you want to know, you want to know if I’ve found a distributor for your videos, right? I think I have, it’s an amalgamation of multi millionaires called The Fielding Group, I found it by luck, I guess you’d say. One of my best vendors accidentally let me hear part of a conversation that would have gotten him in big trouble if someone else had heard it. In trying to explain himself he dug the hole even deeper. I finally just explained what I was looking for and he gave me a name and this number ... John Fielding at 555-396-4455. That’s his cell number. But Jimmy, I looked him up in Forbes, this guy is worth $500 million! Please don’t tell him how you got his number!”

“No problem, I’m just a kid, I’ll tell him the tooth fairy gave me the number! By the way, I’m very serious about you and Ginger making a video. It could sell for $20,000, both of you could make $2,000! Think about it, please. We shot the first video and almost a thousand pictures today, if you want to look at them, let me know. Thanks for the name and number, I’ll let you know what happens. Bye, have fun with Ginger, lick her ten times for me!”

It was almost eight o’clock here, he recognized the area code for Denver, so it’s seven o’clock there. He thought, “I might as well try to talk to him. (Before I chicken out!).” He thought for about ten minutes, it’s funny what runs through your mind when you are about to make a simple phone call, that could change your life forever. Either he gets the job done and he becomes rich, or he gets it done and goes to jail for fifteen years and will have to spend the rest of his life registering as a sex offender!

He punched in the number, it rang twice and a sweet sounding child’s voice said “Hello, my daddy is away from his phone, could you hold on a minute!”

“Hi, my name is Jimmy, what’s your name?”

“My name is Joey! But I’m not supposed to talk to strangers!”

“But we aren’t strangers. I’ve told you my name and you told me yours! How old are you, Joey?”

“I’m ten years old, you sound like a kid, how old are you?”

Lowering my voice to sound like an adult, he said, “I’m no kid, I’m a hundred and twenty five years old!”

Laughing, she replied, “No you’re not, you’re a kid!”

Laughing with her, I said, “All right, you got me, would you believe I’m thirty? How about twenty? No, how about fifteen or maybe two years old! What do you think, how old am I?”

“You are fifteen!”

In a voice like W. C. Fields, I mimicked, “Ding, ding, ding, ding! You won, you won, you Joey Fielding, have just won an all expenses paid trip to your own, beautiful bed! Located in your big beautiful bedroom! Congratulations, Joey!”

She has such a beautiful, contagious laugh! He just couldn’t help but fall in love with her. So he was still laughing when a woman’s voice spoke, “What have you done to my daughter? She is laughing harder than she has laughed in her entire life, you see she is such a sullen child. She doesn’t speak or interact with anyone, especially adults! Thank you for whatever you did, whatever you want you can have twice as much! Who are you?”

“Well Mrs. Fielding, maybe it’s because I’m not an adult! My name is Jimmy Johnson, and I’m fifteen years old! I just tried to make her laugh and it worked. I’m sorry you think she’s sullen and sad all of the time, maybe, maybe she needs to just be a child! I’ve occasionally been faced with adults and found them to be overly pompous and totally too serious! Have you ever watched “Mary Poppins” or “ Chitty Chitty Bang Bang! Those movies show how to treat kids!” Sometimes kids just need to be kids! Growing up is often overly serious and real people shouldn’t let it happen so soon! Before you know it, it sucks the life out of you! Go ask Joey what she won.’’

“What she won?”

“Yes, she won something, ask her before she goes to sleep. If you would, could you leave a message for your husband? Ask him to please call me back by nine o’clock MT, please. My number is 555-233-8756. And give Joey a goodnight kiss from Jimmy! Thank you! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight!”

He disconnected, and lay back on his bed, thinking about Joey being sullen. “I’m no child psychologist, but I wouldn’t describe her in that way. It wasn’t any of my business anyway, but then he thought, “I wonder how many times people have said that rather than help someone who needed help?” About twenty minutes later his phone sang its little ditty indicating an incoming call. It was Mr. Fielding! He took a couple of deep breaths, then answered the phone.

“Hello, Mr. Fielding, thank you for calling me back so promptly!”

“Hello Jimmy, I had to talk to the person who seems to have made an impact on my youngest daughter. She is upstairs in her bed, giggling every so often and is happy for the first time, in a very long time. Whatever you did, thank you for doing it! Now, can I ask why you called me?”

“Mr. Fielding, I understand that you are associated with The Fielding Group in some way.” He heard a sharp intake of his breath, confirming that perhaps his group was into something nefarious, he certainly hoped so. “I have started a photography business and we had our first video session today. Now I need two things, first, I need to have the raw footage and photographs edited, secondly, I need someone to distribute the finished product.”

“Jimmy, may I call you Jimmy?”

“Sure Mr. Fielding, I’d be honored if you would.”

“Jimmy, The Fielding Group can do both of those things, but only for a very select genre of subject matter. I very much doubt that your material would qualify for our services.”

“Mr. Fielding, I’m going to go out on a very long limb here and say that I think that I have exactly the subject matter you want! Let’s do this, Big Brother monitors all phone calls in the country by using algorithms keyed to certain words and word strings. So if you would write down every third word I say we could safely communicate the subject matter I believe we are talking about. Does that make sense to you sir?”

“I presume, you mean “No Such Agency”! I agree, and I appreciate your concern! Let me get some paper and a pen. Ok, I’m ready.”

“The little girl who walked naked loved the pictures! Is that inline with your requirements Sir? I have almost a thousand pictures and several hours of video. Are you interested?”

“How did you get my name and number?”

“Let’s talk about that later, are you interested?”

“Before I answer that, I would like to verify that you are who you say you are. Could you tell me a little about yourself?”

“My name is Jimmy James Johnson, I live outside of Pecan Grove, a small town in southeast Kansas. My father’s name is Frank, he works at the Marathon refinery outside of town and we farm six hundred and fifty acres of land. My mother’s name is Cathy, she is an elementary school teacher. My sister’s name is Kim, she is fourteen, I’ll send you a very recent picture of her.” He went to the photos section of his iPhone and selected a nude picture of her in a frog position, her pussy was open, her asshole and breasts were all visible, and she had a big smile on her face.

He went back to the phone, “Are you still there, I sent you a Text message photo of my sister, you should be getting it soon. I have pictures like that of five other girls.”

He heard a chime from John’s phone, and waited for his response. He wasn’t disappointed!

“Holy shit! This is your sister? She is beautiful, and you have more pictures of her like this? And you have similar pictures of five other girls?”

“Yes, and hours of action video! Is that something your group would be interested in?”

“Before I answer that I need to do some things, I should have everything by Wednesday. Let me call you Wednesday night around eight o’clock CT. If everything checks out, I’ll probably fly to your location on Saturday. Do you have an airport near you?”

“Yes, it’s called the Pecan Grove Regional Airport, let me know when you’ll be landing and I’ll pick you up. Thanks for talking to me, I look forward to your call Wednesday night! Goodnight!”

“Me too! Goodnight!”

Jimmy sat on his bed, totally elated at what had just happened. He called Judy, she answered.