Chapter 4

Jabob said, “Well, I had it built for just shy of 3 million. It’s worth twice that, if not more.” He paused. “However, I have to split the sale with the ex and am not feeling all that generous towards her. So if I could get what I have put into it out of it, I will be happy.”

“So you would take 3 million for it then?”

“Well, say 3.5, as the furniture was not included in that cost.”

“Sold,” Warren said without asking us what we thought. He looked at us. “I know a good bargain when I see one. We can work out the details later.”

Warren and Jacob talked about getting things set up and setting the closing for three weeks. He told Jacob he had the experts to handle all the details, and they would contact him. His only concern was that arranging a new home for the cars would take longer than three weeks. Something like 90 days was negotiated for it.

When we left the limo, the girls were excited about the place. Warren had a grin on his face like he knew something I didn’t. Well, maybe I will learn more about that later. What it came down to was that it was 15 minutes from the college and very private. Best of all, it would let us all work on the areas we wanted to. The only question in my mind was whether I could live with the four girls under one roof. That was a nonissue for them. They insisted on one rule: inside the house, there would have to be a nudist area. Well, unless guests were coming over for something. I was sure more rules would need to be worked out. So I asked what about privacy? A debate went on for a bit on that one. Till I suggested that no one enter another’s room unless invited. Okay, maybe it was a holdover from Mom’s recent searches of my room. I had lost a few statues, after all. After mentioning this, the girls understood where I was coming from and agreed. Warren chimed in with I would suggest clothing optional unless you girls have forgotten about your monthly visitor. They seemed to gag on this for a few. Till I caught on to what he meant, I asked what they did at the camp. It turned out bikini bottoms were the choice with a pad if a girl didn’t want to wear a tampon. I shrugged at this. The house is fine, but many men bring cars into the work area. And although I don’t think most will mind nude women running about. I would rather avoid problems with the less tolerant bunch. Also, some are rough around the edges and might take it as an invitation. I don’t think you would like that much. Amber spoke up, “You’re right about that. So maybe clothing is required in the work area. Unless someone is modeling, that is.” Agreed, I stated, and everyone joined in on this.

Warren said, “Okay, I know my people will have conflicts over this, so I will ask you to pay one buck per month’s rent. This will cover all utilities and maintenance personnel. My company will maintain ownership and handle all taxes. I want you to succeed in your plans, but don’t think the burden of maintaining this place would put on the four of you.”

“Dad,” Pat said.

“Okay, I didn’t miscount, and I know your trust could more than handle it, Patty. However, I think you five need to make sure this works first. I wouldn’t want anyone left out in the cold if there were problems.”

He continued, “I also want to offer you a zero-interest loan for new equipment. That includes new 3D printers, scanners, and forge equipment. Repayment can be made from a small percentage, say 10 of your net profits.”

I wanted to object, but the girls were thanking him before I could. We arrived at the hotel and went to the conference room, where I learned it was a million-dollar loan and we would need a maid and a nutritionist cook. I wanted to argue, but Warren raised his hand and said he was not done. A yard service would maintain the grounds as 14 acres was a full-time job. The pool and hot tub were not full-time, but a company would also be needed. Warren was offering us a dream opportunity. And I wondered why. I mean, I could understand doing it for his daughter. However, besides making him a few statues, why was I included? Well, I wouldn’t have long to learn why. However, first, the girls had to go home. They had plans to make. Warren asked me to stick around for a private talk.

He started after the girls departed.

“Well, I could tell from the look on your face that you have some questions.”

“You can say that again.” I offered.

“Fair enough. Let me share my thoughts on this with you.”

“Okay,” It couldn’t hurt to hear him out.

He began, “As you may have guessed, those four will be together for the rest of their lives. They are more than best friends. They are lovers as well. Don’t ever think about breaking them up. My ex tried, and it was a disaster. It’s taken Patty a long time to forgive her for that.”

“I kind of guessed that,” I admitted.

“Well, now we come to the part you are clueless about. You see, those four have set their sights on the future father of their children. You are the candidate for that.”

“Ha?”

“I said you are clueless about it. However, unless you object to having them as your future wives. Now is the time to jump ship. I say this because, from the sounds of things, you will have problems with your parents for one thing, and you’ll end up with four mothers-in-law in practice.”

“That sounds bad!”

“Well, possibly, but nothing will ever be official except your name on the birth certificates. You see, they didn’t want their kids to have a bunch of different fathers. You will have the best of 4 women, but you must be willing to share them.”

“Why are you the one telling me this?”

“Because I like you. My daughter could do much worse, and I am the problem solver. They came to me with the problem and asked for my help. And here we are.” He waved his hands around.

“I don’t know what to think!”

“Well, I just wanted to get you thinking about it. In the meantime, try living with them. That will help you make up your mind faster than anything. Also, it will give you a place to work on the rest of my statues.”

I chuckled. “Fair enough.”

“Good man. And don’t complain about how much I spend on the five of you. I blow more than that away every time I go to Vagus. That reminds me of some important advice. Not how much money you make. It is to see an idea work. Money is just a way to track how well the idea worked.”

“Interesting concept.”

“Now, if you do make a go of it with the four of them, I want a statue of the five of you, in gold about 12 inches high, and make sure your erection is visible. From what I hear, it will drive my wife wild. We can handle the details later, OK?”

“You have given me a lot to think about.”

“Think hard, young man, and I would go for it if I were younger.”

Well, what can I say? The idea of me and the four of them was a no-brainer. The issue was what mom would do when she learned of it. She would probably become the mother-in-law from hell. I would have to talk to Dad about this. His thoughts on the subject were, and I quote, “Dam it, boy, you have any more girls like that around that collage of yours.” Then he thought it would be a good lesson for Mom. She is the one who gave the ultimatum based on her views. I would just be following her wishes. It could get loud over the subject, but she would change her tune when the grandkids came around. I shouldn’t worry about it too much. I wish I didn’t have to.

Well, moving day came and went. Mom was not happy, to say the least. However, beyond me going to hell, Dad kept her quiet. Dad understood better than she did. He promised they wouldn’t rent the garage apartment for at least a year if things didn’t work out. He did suggest I take all my computer stuff with me. I hadn’t dreamed otherwise.

When moving day finally arrived. Dad gave mom a spa day to keep her out of the way. I had hired three tech-savvy guys from a computer lab to help me move. It’s amazing what 100 bucks can do to motivate college geeks. Well, we are moving all my equipment. I didn’t need the bed or dresser as the new place had everything. The same went for the kitchen stuff and the other furniture. My oversized scanner took the longest to take apart and reassemble at the other end. The 3D printers, like my two computers, were just unplugged and moved. I think I had five whole boxes of clothing in all. That and my paint supplies. So, really, not much. I managed to move everything in a cargo van. Dad had to rent for me because of my age. Of course, the statues did get a few comments from the crew. Those were the ones mom didn’t throw out or find. I understood from Dad that she was not happy I had left. I think it was losing control of me she was mad about—that and not knowing where I lived now. It’s not like she couldn’t call me. At least my cell phone was in my name, just like the internet. So she couldn’t just cut me off. Then again, I didn’t have to answer her constantly, either. When I just told her, my business needed more space to grow. Then again, I was going to hell for what I was doing. So I told her if that was the case, at least I would go happy.

The girls, on the other hand, hired two men and a truck. Well, there were four of them, after all. We got my clothes boxes to my room for later and went to work in the garage setting up the scanner and stuff. Maybe I should take one of the computers to my room. It was good that the guys were more interested in all the classic cars when the movers arrived with the girls. Then again, they asked if there was room for more roommates in the following weeks. One of the first things I did was scan all his cars, which I had not already done. Oh, and yes, the girls and I desided to keep the online car models separate from the more adult ones. I may have forgotten that the house was in a gated community. So even if Mom found my address, she would not get past the electronic gate unless someone buzzed her in. I did not give her an access code to head off problems. On the other hand, Dad did know where I moved to. But for now, we didn’t need Mom sending the police to do a welfare check on me.

You know what? The first night I sleep, the sleep of the dead. I didn’t even dream; I was so out of it. The following day, I made my first mistake. I got dressed and headed to the kitchen for a bite to eat. I did forget we had a cook, and I was supposed to be nude. Now, even the cook was nude. So the stairs I got were prominent. As my mistake hit me, so did the thought: where did they find a young girl like this to cook in the nude? And as I was puzzling over this, the maid also appeared nude. Of course, the headdress was in the French maid style. Oh, and the cook did have an apron as well.

“Sorry, I am heading to the garage after a bite.” I finally said.

Four girls rolled their eyes at me. Then they introduced me to Maggie, the cook—a very well-stacked brunette—and Jessica, the maid. She must have a French background as she looked the part of a sexy French maid.

“Dad hired them from the resort by placing a help wanted sign,” Pat said. “As for reminding you not to dress for breakfast, Stacy has dibs on you tonight so that she can remind you in the morning.”

“Dibs?” I questioned.

“Baby-making practice.” Stacy chimed.

“Oh, I guess.” Then, leaning at her, I added, “I am sure that will take lots of practice.” This had all six girls giggling. I guess I forgot about the other two.

“Well, do you have your equipment list to get ready yet? I hear that the gallery owner is very interested in bronze statues.”

“Close. I wanted to get the scans of the last 10 cars today.” As I sat down, I realized this was a full English-style breakfast. At least with the different foods on the table, one could help themselves. Now, since I had taken that P.E. class, I learned that the carnivore diet was best. Oh, sure, a few fruits and vegetables were also in it. However, carbs were heavily fronded upon. It seemed to work for me, as my muscles were bulging, and the six-pack was showing nicely. I was waiting for them to ask for a reshoot of some of the together models.