Chapter 9

Classes finished Kim, Beth and Linda met Jimmy at his truck to go out to the Schoolhouse to work, he was meeting the plumber at four o’clock. The plumber was a big black man. At least six five and 280 pounds, his name was John Fredson, he was the owner of the business, they introduced one another then Jimmy outlined everything he wanted done. The man measured and looked, looked and measured, they went to the kitchen and bathroom.

“It’s gonna cost you about ten thousand dollars, I’ll itemize everything on my quote, but I didn’t want you to get sticker shock when I delivered it.” he said,

“You know that the water line from the road will be toast, it’s as old as the building and it was opened in 1902. I can replace it cheaper than the water cooperative can, in fact they usually call me to do it. Same with the gas lines. I’ll quote replacing them separately! And you can compare the cost between mine and theirs.”

John agreed that it made sense to do that. The man left after saying it was going to take a few days to get back to him. The electrician and the gas company man were coming Friday at four o’clock.

It was time to talk to his Grandpa, he said goodbye to the girls and kissed them, giving Beth one that curled her toes! Then he drove down to his Grandparents house half a mile away.

His Grandma Millie answered the door, and invited him in giving him a hug and an appraisal. She said,

“Jimmy I believe you’ve grown another inch since the last time I saw you! You need to talk to your Grandpa, he’s been looking forward to having a discussion with you about all of the traffic to the schoolhouse.”

“Grandma, you need to join us in this discussion, I have something to share with you both!”

They went into the study where Grandpa was using his computer. Shaking his hand and hugging him when he stood up. He began by saying, “I need to talk to you both about what we have been doing at the schoolhouse. But first I need to share something, then ask you for a huge favor. A little over a week ago Beth, my girlfriend, Kim and I went into the schoolhouse to clean it up. I want to use it as my studio for the photography business I’m starting. I was moving the big dresser in the bedroom to clean behind it when an ivory dildo fell from the back of it.” At that point Grandpa started to say something that Jimmy was sure was along the lines of “you shouldn’t be talking like that in front of your Grandma!” But Jimmy held up his hand to forestall any comment. “Behind the dresser in a secret compartment, were ten metal boxes. The dust showed the dildo had deliberately been placed to roll off if the dresser was moved. We took the box furthest to the right to the kitchen. On top of the contents of the box was a letter addressed to “To Whom It May Concern”. I opened the envelope and a single hand written page came out. I read it out loud to the girls, then placed it back in the box. I retrieved it today and brought it to you because your names are mentioned in it.” Jimmy handed the letter to his Grandpa then excused himself, closing the door on the way out.

About thirty minutes later, looking like they had been crying, they came and got him and walked out to the family’s graveyard, located in a well kept rot iron fenced area. They led him to an immaculately kept grave with a nice pink granite headstone. It held the carved name of Willma Ledbetter, underneath “Never to be forgotten”.

Millie, gently crying, placed her hand on the headstone and said,

“Willi, we have not, and never will forget you! Please know that we love you, and miss you now as much as we missed you the day of your passing. We locked the doors of the schoolhouse and no one has stepped foot in it since your services twenty years ago, until our Grandson went into it last week! He found your letter and all of the pictures and films! We will cherish them as we cherish your memory! We miss you so much Willi! Hopefully we will meet with you whenever you are in the afterlife, until then remember our love!” She kissed the headstone and we left to return to the house.

After getting comfortable in the study, Grandma began explaining,

“Willi, was my mother’s younger sister, my Aunt but she was also my mother. My mother couldn’t have any children. Willi, who was a lesbian, was made pregnant by my mothers husband and when she had the child they raised it, rather, me. I fell under her spell when I was fourteen, when she visited us in Pittsburgh, Kansas. I fell head over heels in love with her. She introduced me to sapphic love, then three years later after I graduated from High School, I traveled here, where I met your grandfather when he attended one of Willi’ parties, really an orgy. We fell in love and married, I suppose you know that we still belong to the Social Club, though they changed the name to Swingers Club?” We carried on our love affair for forty years, she became bisexual, as I am, as your mother is, but I go too far, that’s for your parents to tell you and your sister.

“Yes, we figured out that they belonged to the club a year ago, and we know we can’t become members until we are sixteen. As I said earlier I’m starting a professional photography business and want to use the schoolhouse as my studio. We have already produced several hour long videos and have a distributor coming with his wife on Saturday to view the films along with the literally thousands of digital photographs we’ve taken. If they like them, they will produce the finished product and sell them to members of a select group of very rich members, all with the same bent, underage girls! My understanding is that the videos will sell for as much as twenty thousand dollars each! Photographs sell for a hundred dollars in packets of ten or two hundred for twenty pictures. Or one or two thousand dollars total respectively. I’ve promised 10% of the net profit for my models, Kim and I will split 40% whenever possible and our company, which I think we are going to call Old Schoolhouse Photography, the remaining balance will go to it. Right now we have forty four or five models, two adults, three eighteen, seven seventeen, thirteen fifteen, and fifteen fourteen year olds. We have only ten who have modeled for a product so far.

I have asked for quotes to remodel the schoolhouse, electrical, water lines and plumbing including the septic system, the gas company is going to test the pipes, and a carpenter Mr. McKinsey is quoting the installation of a spiral staircase that goes from the basement to the attic.”

His Grandparents were staring at him! He thinks they were in shock!

“How old are you?”

“Fifteen!”

“And you have put all of this together on your own?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Amazing, it certainly runs in the family, we both love making love to young girls, it’s been a while since we have looked at one that young though!”

“Would you like to see your Granddaughter?”

“I would love to see Kim in her altogether!” Grandma said emphatically.

Jimmy pulled the “frog” photo up on his iPhone and handed it to his Grandma. She gasped!

“She is beautiful, and so sexy!” She said as she zoomed up on her pussy and boobs. “I would love to eat that pussy!” She handed my phone to Grandpa, he also gasped.

“She is beautiful! She looks good enough to eat!” He handed the phone back to me, I pulled up the picture of me eating her pussy and handed it back to Grandma.

“Does she taste good Jimmy?” As she handed the phone to Grandpa.

“Yes, she does, you both should taste her! I can go get her and Beth from the schoolhouse right now.”