Chapter 31: March 14 - 15

March 14

I kind of slept in today, since I knew Becky wasn’t going to pick me up until ten or so. At nine, I grabbed me a shower and was in the kitchen having a bowl of cereal when Mom came in carrying two coffee mugs. It must have been their second helping.

“Looking forward to another day with Katie?” she asked as she came over to where I was sitting and bent down to kiss my cheek.

“Yeah,” I nodded, “I hardly get to see her during the week at school since our schedules are so different.”

“Your Saturdays are pretty good though,” she winked. “You get to spend all day with her.”

“True. How are your Saturdays with me out of the house all day?” I teased her.

“Some of them are pretty good,” she said.

“I hope today’s a good one,” I smirked.

“It might be...” she blushed.

The phone rang about then and saved us from embarrassing each other any more. It was Becky, checking to see if I was ready to be picked up and spend the day with her and Katie.

“He’s been pacing the floor and driving us all nuts,” Mom laughed and winked at me. “Please come and take him out of our misery.” She hung up and left the room with mugs of coffee for her and Dad.

“See you at dinner tonight, Mom,” I called after her.

I rinsed out my cereal bowl and put it in the dishwasher before grabbing my jacket. It was a nice day out, so I stepped outside to wait for Becky to pick me up.

“You weren’t really pacing the floor when I called, were you?” Becky asked me.

“No,” I laughed. “I was teasing Mom about what she and Dad do while I’m gone all day on Saturdays. I think I embarrassed her.”

“Blushing is good for the complexion,” Becky giggled. “All that extra circulation, you know...”

“Right...”

We couldn’t contain our laughter after that and giggled most of the way back to Becky’s house. The moment we got in the door, Becky started kissing me and we started pulling each other’s clothes off. She stopped us long enough to get to her bedroom before we finished stripping and started fucking. Becky really wanted it hard this morning, too. Fortunately, she was already so aroused that I managed to push her to her climax before I pumped my load into her.

I was just kissing my way down her body to lick up the creampie I’d left in her when the phone rang. It turned out to be Becky’s parents, who had apparently called before because she growled something about it being ‘them again’ when she saw the caller ID.

“What do you want?” Becky snarled when she picked up the phone.

The people on the other end spoke for a minute or so before Becky cut them off. “No, Mrs. Garrett, I...”

She was cut off but snapped right back.

“No! I will not call you “mother.” I don’t have parents, remember? You made that clear with that note you left on the Schumans’ porch with all my things. It said very clearly that I was no longer your daughter, so I will NOT call you ‘Mother,’ Mrs. Garrett. Are we clear?”

“Good, then listen to me. You cut your own parents out of your life and told me, when I was growing up, that they were dead. If you’d lie about that to me, then I know you’ll lie about anything, especially when it comes to my grandparents’ money that they specifically left to me by name.”

More talking on the other end.

“Yes, I’m sure there are a lot of good things that much money can do for needy people, Mrs. Garrett, but it’s my money and I’m not going to let you give any of it to that greedy bunch of vultures that run your church.”

“I do mean that. If you and that husband of yours were half the Christians you claim to be then you wouldn’t be there arguing with the daughter you disowned about the money she’s inherited from the parents you cut yourself off from. You wouldn’t have dumped all my stuff on my boyfriend’s porch and driven away, and you would have been there to welcome my beautiful daughter into the world.”

“You may be sorry that I feel this way,” Becky snarled, “but how else should I feel when the first time I hear from you, fifteen years after you disowned me, is when you find out I’m a millionaire?”

“Go away, Mrs. Garrett,” Becky snapped. “I won’t talk to you again.”

She hung up the phone and collapsed into my arms, sobbing. I didn’t know what to do, so I just held her and let her cry. After a few moments, she pulled away from me and reached for a tissue to dry her eyes. She looked around for her robe and put it on.

“Excuse me, John,” she sniffed. “I have to make a phone call.” She reached into her purse, retrieved a business card from her wallet and dialed the phone.

“Hi, Jim,” she said to the man that answered. “Sorry to bother you at home on a Saturday.”

“Thanks,” she said, her voice showing some relief. “There’s something urgent I want you to get started on right away. I need you to take out a restraining order on the Garretts.”

“Yes, they just called again for the third time this week, and I’m afraid they may get the idea to show up at my door.”

“I have guests right now. Can I email you all the details I have on them?”

“Great. I’ll get that to you in just a bit.”

“How are you coming on the other things?” she continued. “You know, the trust fund for Katie and the foundation I want to start.”

“Yeah, that makes it harder for anybody to marry her for her money.” Becky chuckled as she looked over at me and winked. “Most of the money should go into the foundation. Taking care of pregnant teens who’ve been abandoned by their parents is something close to my heart.”

“OK,” Becky said, “I’ll give you ballpark numbers in my email about the restraining order. We can talk about specifics next week at your office.”

“Thanks, Jim,” Becky sighed. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Becky hung up the phone and turned to look at me. “I’m sorry, John,” she shrugged. “I’m suddenly in ‘business mode’ after that call.”

“It’s alright,” I said, though my disappointment had to be showing in my face.

Becky gave me a tender kiss on the cheek and asked me to make a pot of tea, so I pulled on my robe and went to the kitchen. I stayed in there until the tea was brewed and then poured two mugs for us. I brought them back into the bedroom and sat one where Becky could reach it. She was talking on the phone and I figured out that she was talking to Katie.

“All I’m telling you is to be careful. They’re so desperate for the money that I’m seriously afraid of what they might do to get it, including holding you for ransom.”

“No, I’m not kidding,” Becky said seriously.

“I’ll take you to school on Monday and make sure they’re aware of the restraining order, and I’ll be home every evening with you, so the only thing that’s left is to make sure you’re not alone in the house after school, and I don’t think you should walk anywhere by yourself.”

Katie said something, and Becky glanced at me before replying. “I think John would like that.”

“I will, sweetie,” she answered. “Let me make sure it’s OK with the Barnetts and I’ll call you back.”

Becky hung up the phone and picked up the mug of tea I’d brought her. “I suppose you guessed that was Katie on the phone,” she said. “She told me to remind you how much she loves you.”

“What else is going on?” I asked.

“Maybe I’m just paranoid,” Becky said, “but my sperm and egg donors, the Garretts, are salivating to get their hands on the money I’ve inherited. I’m afraid they’re going to do something nasty.”

“I’ve heard about that sort of thing happening,” I said.

“Mostly, I’m worried about Katie,” Becky replied, “I’m going to ask your parents to let her stay at your house after school until further notice. I know your dad works from home so it won’t mess up anyone’s schedule.”

“I’m not going to object,” I said with a grin.

“I didn’t think you would,” Becky smirked. “Anyway, let me call your house and get that set up.”

A quick call to my Dad had things set up so that Dad would pick the two of us up from school and Katie would spend the afternoons with us until Becky could pick her up after work. She called Katie to confirm the details and also spoke to Katie’s dad to let him know what was going on.

Becky then had me help her locate a file box in the guest room closet. It was heavy, so I ‘manned up’ and carried it into Becky’s home office so that she could sort through it. Becky let out a triumphant shout when she found what she was looking for; a yellowed scrap of paper with the note her ‘sperm and egg donors’ had left taped to Roger’s parents’ door fifteen years before.

It read, “Rebecca Rose Schuman, nee Garrett, is no longer our daughter and will not inherit from us. She is dead to us. She is a harlot and will burn in hell for her sins.”