Chapter 14

"We you basically know all there is to know. I was to push through invoices every 4 to 6 weeks for up to just under sixty thousand dollars. I did hear them talking about bribing some guys to screw up your production."

"There is one more thing. The order that Monique talked to you about in her e-mail, it is not going to be a real order. They are going to jerk you around. Asking for re-designs again and again and after you've spend a bundle on those, they will just cancel it."

I took a deep breath "is there anything else I need to know?"

"Sorry Peter, if there is, I don't know about it. So what is going to happen to me?"

"Did they give you a copy of the disc?"

""No, I don't have any evidence against them."

"Well, you are going to turn in your keys and cell phone, credit cards and car keys. Then you are going home and never come back. I'm not going to press charges but there may come a time when I will need your testimony regarding this conspiracy. So I want you to stay in touch with me. If I have to come looking for you, I will file criminal charges against you. Are we clear on this?"

"Yes Peter, I understand. I know it is a lot to ask, I plan on going home to Alabama. If I need a reference, would there be any chance of you giving me one based on the years I worked for you?"

"I'll have to think about that. I can't promise that I will but what I can promise is that as long as you cooperate if needed, I won't give you a bad reference. So good luck. I'm really sorry about this."

"Peter, I'm so, so sorry. I wish there was some way to regain your trust but I understand."

With that Sue dug out her keys, phone and company credit card, left them on the table and walked out.

I was sad and upset so I went to my office to get my thoughts together before confronting the production guys.

I had one of the security guys bring in the three guys from quality control.

"We rechecked all your work from last week and found almost half of the units defective. We haven't had time to check who signed off on those faulty units".

I introduced Detective Snyder to them and before he started to asking questions one of the guys piped up.

"Sir, I have no idea what is going on, I was working all week on the Boeing order and it is still here. There was nothing wrong with those parts."

He looked hopefully at me and I told him to go and wait in the reception area and picked up the phone.

"Karl, how fast can you have someone check the Boeing order that is in the shipping area. One of the guys claims that he worked on that all last week?"

"Peter, I can have someone on it this afternoon. I don't think it will take much time. Maybe we keep one of the shipping guys on overtime. He can unpack and repack while my checks the units."

"Yeah that sounds OK, we haven't had any trouble with Boeing. I think these assemblies are too simple to mess with and only two guys work on them. Check every tenth unit and let me know."

I was quickly getting tired of this and said:

"Here is the deal, the first one who speaks up and tells the truth of what is going on here gets a free pass from criminal prosecution, he just gets fired."

"There is three minute time limit on the offer"

They started arguing among each other but one of them said "I talk".

"It started when the other guy still owned the company and we were unhappy about the pay and working conditions, stuff like that. So Tom here came to me and said 'one of the guys in production wants to mess with the product if we let it go through. You know every third or fourth piece. Maybe if the customer bitches enough, the owner comes around and we get some more money'. Well it didn't seem to work, so we increased the number of bad units. I know it's stupid but until you took over and spoke to us, neither of thought about possible consequences like losing the contract."

"So when, you took over and told us about the bonus program, we all agreed that was a good thing and we stopped."

"Then Friday a week ago we were sitting in the bar down the block having an after work brew, when this really hot broad with great boobs and lots of cleavage and judging from the way her boobs where moving, no bra, walked in and sat next to me."

"Before I knew it she had new beers for each of us and she started talking, telling us that she worked for a competitor and if we helped her screwing up production, she would pay us five hundred buck a week and if any of us could prove to have at least an eight inch cock, we could fuck her too. I mean I was stunned. I sure liked what I saw and thought that I would "measure" up."

"Anyway, one of the guys asked her 'what if we get found out and get fired'? 'Don't worry about that, my employer will have similar jobs for you once he gets the contract because of what you'll do for us'. With that she got up and left, leaving a plain card with a phone number on the bar. 'Call me when you make up your mind and leave a message.' She sure was nice to look at as she walked out of the bar, swinging her ass."

"So we sat there and talked for probably an hour or more, finally deciding that we would do it. Five hundred bucks a week and a job if things went south sounded too good to pass up. (a wry grin on his face) None of us talked about getting laid because none of us was sure if we would "measure up" and if the offer was real."

"So we all agreed, Hank and James from production and the two of us. I think the guy before Karl might have been in on it. I don't know. I think he knew and had figured out what was going on earlier and said nothing. Who knows, he might have identified us to the broad. I mean how would she know that we may do something like the proposed."

After hearing that story, I got up and went to my office. On my computer I had a picture of M that I hadn't gotten around to deleting. I printed it out and went back to the conference room.

"Is this the woman that approached you?"

"Sure is, how did you... ?

"She is my soon to be ex and she doesn't take losing very well. I want you to confirm for the record that the woman in this picture approached you with an offer to pay you for sabotaging production."

"Detective Snyder would you please call your colleagues and have them come and arrest these two and the other we're holding in the plant for sabotage, destroying property and whatever else our esteemed District Attorney can come up with."

"Hey you said..." "I said nothing. You guys talked out of your own volition. We can check the tape if you want. You dug your own holes."

Ted, Mark let's get back to work. We have a company to run. We've wasted enough time on these guys. The detective will make sure they won't go anyplace till the cops get here to arrest them."

We went to my office and Ted raised the question "What about the masterminds behind this whole scheme?"

"I honestly don't know yet. I'll have a talk with my lawyer who is a share holder in the company and I guess eventually the DA to see what his feeling is. If he thinks he has a case to prosecute."

Early afternoon Karl called and told me that he had been able to verify that the third guy in QC was only working on the Boeing part and had no part in the sabotage of the army parts.

"Put him back to work but warn him, tell him that if he thought that those other two were doing something wrong, he should have told management. Have you been able to hire replacements from the list I gave you?"

"Sure have, they all will start tomorrow. I've also gotten one of the retired guys on a part time base to come in 4 hours a day, that's all he wants to work, to repair the defective units we found this weekend plus all the stuff the army is sending back to us. We should be in good shape in four to five weeks and be able to ship trouble free parts in a timely manner."

"Thanks Karl, that was a good idea. I guess he's trying to make some Christmas money."

I called Michelle in her office and asked if she wanted to have dinner with me since I needed her professional advice on an issue that effected their investment in my company. She agreed and we decided on the Bistro that Red had taken me to shortly after moving into my place.

I picked her up at seven and on the walk to the restaurant we talked about her trip to New York with Greg. I had made reservations, even though they really not needed on a Monday night and asked for a booth that would offer us some privacy. As we were sipping on our cocktail I told Michelle about the troubles and attempts to sabotage the production and that M and HH were behind it.

"The guys identified M as the person who approached them with the offer of money for the purpose of sabotaging the production. Do you think we have a case against M and HH if she rolls on him, either civil or criminal?"

"I would need to look at the video recording you made this morning and have a talk with the DA. He may not like going after her, fearing that she'll be able to afford great legal representation and he's got a tight budget and would prefer spending money on cases that make the papers and help his reelection next year."

"I think, I could have some fun going after her for damages in a civil action. I'm thinking if I can convince the DA to convene a grand jury and indict them, we would have a really good case on the civil side. If he decides later not to prosecute, so what."

"Hmm, yeah that could work. I guess we need to have telephone meeting soon where all the partners in the company get a say as to what we want to do."

As we were walking back home I said "I hear that you are flying down to see Red on Sunday."

Michelle looked kind of surprised at me and then nodded.

"I've been invited for Thanksgiving and I'm going to drive down on Tuesday. Red wants me play golf with her Dad on Wednesday. So I guess I'll see down there next week."

I wasn't sure, but somehow I didn't think that went over to well. By that time we had gotten to her door and we said goodnight.

The next morning I called Greg and told him what had transpired and was all in favor of a civil action against both M and HH. I also sent an e-mail to Cindy telling her about what went on yesterday and to please relay it to Red since she had a voice in deciding what actions to take.

The rest of the week was uneventful and things seemed to have settled down enough so that I could take off early on Friday and drive up to the lake for the weekend. Saturday turned out to be a beautiful nice fall day and the Judge and I played a round of golf during which I told him about the goings on at the company.

"Peter, I think Michelle has a good idea there, trying to convince the DA to indict them and then go after them with a civil suit. Heck, if you win a judgment against either or both of them, the DA just might grow a set of balls and prosecute the indictment.

After golf, we had some lunch and then I went back to my place to change so that I could go for a run.

Once I got back, I puttered around the house, checked things carefully to make sure there would be no surprises if the weather got really cold during the coming winter. I really wasn't concerned because of the construction but one can never be too careful. Repairs of plumbing behind sheetrock walls can be expensive.

I fixed some dinner from stuff in the freezer and later fired up my laptop. There was an e-mail from Cindy.

"Hi Peter, I talked to Red and she said she would go along with whatever you guys, meaning Michelle, Greg and you decide. I've given the same message to Michelle. Good luck with that. Say where are you? I tried calling your home and also your cell but it was turned off. Call me.

Ms Cindy"

So I got my phone and sure enough, it was off. I had turned it off when we played golf and forgot to turn it back on again. So I called Cindy and got her voice mail.

"Hello Ms Cindy this is toy, I'm up at the lake. I'll be home tomorrow and expect to be at Sixth Street between seven and seven thirty. Love to see you."

I shut down my computer and grabbed a book. I figured it was still warm enough that with the fire place on the deck and a quilt I could sit there and read and enjoy one of my Cubanos together with a nice cognac. It was a beautiful night and wound up staring at the three quarter moon and stars. Watching an occasional satellite pass overhead I started to think about Red, my life and where it all might end. I was optimistic and hoped that somehow Red and Michelle could work things out. I was OK with sharing

Red with her or any other Lady. I was not sure about other guys. But then given Red's history I might not have to worry about that. Eventually I got cold and went back inside and to bed.

Sunday morning was raining and I decided to drive home after lunch. So I cleaned up the place, did some laundry and by one in the afternoon I was back on the road.

I got home early enough to start a load of laundry and generally clean up the place a bit before taking a shower and going to the Sixth Street bar for some dinner and maybe see Cindy there.

I was just finishing my burger and first beer when Cindy and some of the others showed up. Cindy came over to me, gave me a hug and stuck her tongue into my ear before saying:

"I want to play with you tonight. I'm not staying long, just one drink then I'll leave. Follow me fifteen minutes later."

So I ordered another beer and a Mojito for Cindy and walked over to the group to join the conversation. As usual, it was football at this time. I was happy, the Giants had just wiped up Texas Stadium with the Cowboys and all was good in the world.

Cindy finished her drink and told everyone that she had a rough day ahead of her and was going home and to bed. I hung around a little bit longer and basically told them the same story that I needed to be in the office early because it was a short week for me since I was going out of town for the holiday. I paid my tab and walked over to Cindy's place.

When I got there, the front door was ajar and I decided that it was OK to just walk in.

She must have heard me close the door and I heard from the bedroom

"Strip and wait for me in the bathroom on your knees."

I was getting a bit concerned, having flash backs of the enemas Red put me through but decided to obey and after quickly stripping walked into the bathroom. There was a big fluffy towel on the floor, actually I looked like several of them stacked up. So I knelt down facing the door and waited.

A couple of minutes later Cindy walked in wearing a very skimpy bikini top but no bottoms and some plastic slip on high heel shoes.

Walking around me, Cindy tussled my hair... "We are going to have to make you presentable for Red, so I'm going to help you get rid of all that nasty hair. I know you have been trying but I'm sure you've missed some spots and I'm going to help you deal with those. Maybe Red should take you to a laser hair removal place when she gets back and decides to keep you. So much easier in the long run. I would if I "owned" you."

Standing very close to me Cindy shoved her pussy into my face: "But first things first, I need a nice little orgasm from your tongue before we go on. I've decided that I can't whip you because I don't want you to go down to see Red with bruises and stuff like on your ass that but I still need to fulfill some of My sadistic desires so you WILL suffer tonight.

With those words, a shudder went through Cindy and she had her first little orgasm.

"Get up and get into the tub, bend over and spread your ass. I'm going to put some hair removal gel into that area and then you can add it to your pubic area and up and down your legs. Better start working fast because that stuff will sting after a while. Wait till I tell you to turn on the shower or else. Better use the handheld one."

Damn if that stuff didn't start burning in my ass just as I covered the last part of my legs. I started to fidget in the tub.

"Starting to burn a bit? You can take it babe. You're a tough guy. Tell me when you start feeling something in the area on your leg that you covered last and I'll let you use the shower – cold water only. Slaves don't deserve hot water. Besides it will set you up perfectly for my torture."

There was a big smile on Cindy's face as she watched me suffer while she sort of absentmindedly played with her pussy.

"Ms Cindy, it burns pretty bad and it started to do so down on my leg. Please, may I use the shower."

Still smiling, "go ahead toy, rinse off really good, especially your ass and groin area where the skin is most sensitive."

That cold water actually felt pretty good at the beginning but then it got colder and colder and soon I was standing there shivering while the water from both the overhead and handheld shower heads cascaded down my body.

"OK toy, that's enough. Take that towel over there on the rack and dry yourself as best as you can than lay down on those towels with your head towards the toilet bowl and arms up into the air."

Drying myself? What a laugh. What Cindy had pointed at was a reject from Motel 6, it was that thin and the size of a hand towel. I was supposed to get dry with that? Well I tried but soon gave up as I figured that the towels on the floor would take care of my back. I laid down as ordered and Cindy put some cuffs on my wrists and secured my hands to each other behind the toilet bowl.

Whatever she had in mind for me, I was not going anywhere.

"There, now I can have some fun with you."

Things got kind of dark because Cindy had wrapped a towel over my head, covering my face completely. Next I heard some water running, sounded like some container was being filled. Shit, I think I know what I'm in for. Damn Bush and the CIA for their "enhanced" interrogation methods. Cindy is going to "water board" me. In my head I knew that she would never really harm me and since my head was not tilted down, very little if any water would enter through my nostrils. Never the less, the sensation of cold water pouring over my face while I was trying to hold my breath and mouth shut was not a pleasant experience. I did gag several times, and each time Cindy stopped immediately the flow of water.

"Tell me toy, who is the better Mistress ME or Red?"

Of course, I would not answer that question and the water would start flowing again till I started gagging. Then it stopped the question was asked again and again.

I started to shiver as I was getting cold.

"Toy, just tell me what I want to hear, tell me that Ms Cindy is the better Mistress and it will all stop. You can get dry and warm."

Just as the next batch of water was poured over my head. I have no idea how long I was suffering but to me it seemed like days.

Finally the flow of water stopped and I distinctly heard Cindy having an orgasm. Damn, she got off again on torturing me.

After a short while I could tell that her breathing had returned to normal and the towel was lifted of my head and my hands freed.

"You did good toy, I'm proud of you for not caving in. Not that I would have stopped. No I would have continued for some time as punishment. Get up and take a nice hot shower, then clean up the mess. Just put the wet towels into the tub. You can use the dry parts for the floor. Then join me in the bedroom – naked. I'm not done with you."

That hot shower felt soo good. I believe I had been turning blue. It's been a long time that I have been that cold. Coming to think, probably four years ago when I dumped the boat over in early May when the lake was not very warm and we still had to sail home with our wet clothes. Well actually only I got wet, the "creep" Jack managed to scramble up to the high side and never wound up in the lake.

So I took my shower and cleaned up before heading into Cindy's bedroom.

She was in her bed under the covers sitting propped up against some pillows.

"Come toy, join Me under the covers. Here have a cognac" handing me one and taking one for herself. "To a beautiful friendship".

"Like I said, I truly admire your loyalty to Red. Sometimes I'm really jealous of her. I sure wished I had gotten hold of you first. I'm really, really fond of you and I think that given some more time even grow to love you. So, if for some reason things don't work out for you with Red, call ME. Now put your glass down. I want you to make love to me. I'm sorry, but I sent the key already off to Red via FedEx or I would unlock your CB right now so that I could try out your cock. First I thought of giving it to Michelle to take down, but then decided not to take that chance. I would be giving Michelle some power. I did not want that."

But enough talk – get busy lover – and yes I said make love, not just service My pussy. You have my permission to touch and kiss every part of My body."

So I set to exploring Cindy's body form toes to lips and mouth and just about every inch in between. I was back in perv heaven from the constant pressure of my dick digging into the CB, almost getting really painful, while finding out all those special spots that sent Cindy over the edge time and time again.

Eventually Cindy said "enough Peter, I can't take another orgasm. I'm wiped out. Let's go take a quick shower. Why don't you stay the night. I would love to have you cuddle with Me. What time do you have to get up?"

"Sorry Cindy, but by six the latest."

"OK babe, do you need an alarm?" "No, I usually wake around that time, maybe a few minutes before."

"Good, just get up quietly and let me sleep. You are on your own from that point."

So we took a quick shower, Cindy actually still had a couple of dry towels for us and hoped back into bed. Cindy gave me one of those "tonsillectomy" kind of kisses, wished me good night and turned her back to me.

"Come close Peter and put your hand on my boob. I will see you some time after you get back from your visit with Red."

And that is the way we fell asleep. I woke up shortly after five, got quietly up, planted a soft kiss on Cindy's cheek. I heard a soft "Hmmm" but she never woke up. My clothes were still in the living room where I had left them, so I got quickly dressed and headed for home, a shower, a quick breakfast and off to work.

Monday flew by like a storm and I left the office just before seven at night. All loose ends had been tied up. The people had my cell phone but I told them that after three tomorrow afternoon, I would shut it off and check for messages that evening and couple of times on Wednesday. The office and plant were closed for a long weekend after the evening shift left at eleven Wednesday night.

When I got home, I had a simple dinner something called "Strammer Max" loosely translated into "Strong Max", three slices of dark German style rye bread covered with Westfaelien ham or Prosciutto followed by three fried eggs. I was too lazy to make a salad so I just cut up some tomatoes and cucumbers added a bit of sea salt and pepper. Add a couple of Yuenlings and I was good for the night.

After dinner, I grabbed both Red's and my clubs and made sure that they were clean. Same with our shoes. Added some more balls and tees to both bags and put them into my car. Then I went and packed my bag. I had checked the weather for the region so that I had an idea of what to expect. I should be good most of the time with short sleeved shirts but just to be on the safe side I also added a couple of light sweaters. In a separate bag I put my blazer, gray pants and couple of nice shirts just in case we were going to dinner someplace a bit more formal.

By the time I was done and all my stuff in the car, I decided to take a shower to save some time in the morning and went to bed. That night I had a nightmare of Red and Cindy trying their best to almost drown me with their water torture, each of them asking again and again "Whom do you want to serve?". I woke up in a cold sweat – well so much for not having to take a shower in the morning.

I got up and did about 10 minutes of breathing exercises and went back to sleep. No more nightmares nor any kind of dream that I was aware of.

By 7:30 the next morning I was on the road. The GPS programmed and satellite radio keeping me entertained.

I wasn't pushing it and I was a "good boy" by setting the speed control to only five miles over the limit. That is not the norm for me. I like to go fast.

When I was working for M and her Dad, on business trips to Germany I would try to rent the "baddest" Merc or BMW that Hertz had available and plan my routes so that I could hit the most stretches of Autobahn without speed limit. Unfortunately congestion has cut those stretches down. I used to love it when M was with me and I would do over 200 km per hour. She would sit totally petrified in her seat, white knuckles on the hand hanging on to a grab bar above the door. I viewed as "sweet revenge" for some of those "terror sessions" she put me through when she got into her really sadistic mood. I never said that, but I think she had an inkling.

After stopping a couple of times on the way I pulled into the parking lot of the B&B around 2:30 that afternoon. I don't know what Red had done but when I walked up to the reception desk I was greeted by name.

First thing, a very attractive young lady did was, handing me a tag to hang on the mirror of my car. "Please go back out and put this on your car. Our lot is patrolled by a tow truck every two hours since parking in this area is limited and patrons of the various restaurants seem to like our lot. As a result we enforce the parking for guest only quite rigorously."

When I came back, all I had to do was sign the registration slip. They didn't even want an imprint of my credit card. The young lady just smiled and said it's all taken care of.

"We have you on the second floor in our "studio suite". Sorry but we have no elevators and all the lower rooms are reserved for handicapped guests. There is a complimentary wine tasting and some snacks at five o'clock every afternoon, except for Thanksgiving day. Breakfast is served between seven and ten each morning. All of that is taking place in the room behind the French doors over there. Please enjoy your stay."

I grabbed my bags and trotted up the stairs to my room. It was lovely. I don't know what style it was decorated in but there was a king bed with four very substantial posts at the corners. I wonder if Red helped decorating. A small desk was against one wall and on the other was a very comfortable looking love seat. The view from the window was into a lovely courtyard with tables and chairs scattered around.

I just finished washing my face and hands when there was knock on my door. There was no peep hole in the door and I had to open it and before I knew it there was Red in my arms almost knocking me on my butt from the force of impact and smothering me with kisses. I wondered how she knew I was here but then thought, they probably called her and let her know. There is some sort of connection here between this place and Red or her family.

"Peter, Peter I've missed you so much"

The thought, "then why did you leave" crossed my mind but wisely I held it there and just soaked in the embrace and kisses.

Eventually we both came "up for air" and I got a chance to close the door. By that time, Red was sitting in the love seat and patting the place next to her "Sit with me. We have to talk".

When I started asking "Red how..." she put a finger over my mouth and said:

"Peter, I've been fine and now I'm even better with you being here. But first please hear me out. Actually as your Goddess I command you to just sit quietly and listen."

"Peter, first I want to apologize for the way I treated you by just taking off the way I did without talking to you first. I just had to, I could no longer stand the tension between the three of us. Well actually I guess mostly between Mich and me. You were just sort of caught in the middle. Something happened to me that I never thought could happen. You triggered something in me the night I let you make love to me. I honestly don't understand why I ever let you but I did. The second was the time you suffered to gallantly through my "therapy session". I just could not understand how you would suffer such abuse and then totally give yourself to me, making love in a most tender way. No one except for Mich had ever make me feel like that."

"So you can understand that I was, and still am confused. I don't know what the future holds for us but please know that besides my Dad and one uncle, you are the only guy whom I love. That is what makes this all so hard or at least it did. Some things have cleared up and Mich is no longer the issue here."

I looked at her totally stunned and saw some tears in her eyes. I wanted hug her but Red waved me off. "Not yet Peter, please just listen. I'm OK"

"Michelle has decided to move on. It breaks my heart because of what we had but on the other hand I'm relieved because that stress has gone. She is no longer here. She went home and is spending Thanksgiving with Cindy. Yes Peter, they too have close and sometimes sexual relationship. I guess all of my friends are a kinky bunch (smiling) and that of course includes you my subbie toy. I don't know yet what will happen with our law partnership but for the time I expect it to continue on a strictly business base."

"By the time we come home – yes baby – I'm coming home with you - she will have moved out. In a way I can fully understand her. She said that she did not mind sharing me with some of our friends and even you but that it was getting too much and to frequently. She was not happy that our relationship seemed to evolve from a Dom/subbie to Lover, sometime subbie. I guess that she saw something that at the time I was not ready to admit. That I was falling in love with you. See to me it was not love the way I was and in a way still am with Mich. To me, in my addled and confused mind I was very fond of you. Enjoyed all the love and care you provided and your willingness to endure whatever torment I threw at you. To me you were a very special friend. Mich didn't see it that way. She realized that it was true love that was forming in my heart."

"I guess I was too stupid to recognize that even though some terrible thing happened to me, I still had the need for male companionship. That I was somewhat unfulfilled because of the lack of it. Like I said earlier, something in my head must have broken free that night up at the lake. Something I had blocked out all these years."

"So here it is Peter, yes I love you but you will have to be very patient with me. There will be more ordeals ahead of you and if you want me in your life you will have to go through the "rape" that we talked about. I will need that therapeutic session with you.

"So babe, the ball is in your court. You have your work cut out convincing me that you are ready to submit completely. If this is going to work I will have to own you body, heart and soul."

Red took a deep breath and I got off the love seat, got down on my knees and buried my head in her lap. I started to sob a bit when Red grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

"Hey, don't get my skirt all wet. We are going out to dinner with my parents later and don't want to have to go home and change."

I smiled at her "Goddess Red, I'm just overwhelmed, those are tears of happiness. Goddess, I pledge my life and everything I own to you. I want to be you slave, your lover, whatever you desire at the moment. Please let me be part of your life. Do with me as you please. I trust you fully that you will never cause any mental or bodily harm that will require medical attention. For the privilege of being in your life I will happily endure any "therapy session" you require."

"Peter, get up and hug me. Let your love flow through me."

I got up, pulled her into my arms and feverishly searched for her mouth. We found each other and there were a series of scorching kisses.

Laughing "down boy, down. I'm not going any place. Come sit down again so I can tell you what the program is."

"We are going out tonight to dinner with My parents. They are going to meet us downstairs at 5:30 during the wine tasting. We are going to hang there with them for a while and then walk up the street to a nice restaurant for dinner. After dinner, I'll come back here with you for a little while to talk some more. I'm not staying overnight – maybe Friday. Then you are going to walk me home so that you know where to pick my Dad and me up tomorrow morning. You need to be there by 8:30. We have a 9:10 tee time. One of Daddy's partners is going to join us. He and his wife will also be at the dinner on Thursday, they have for years and years. Tomorrow during lunch we can talk to Dad and Darrell about our problem with M. Darrell is an expert on that kind of stuff and he may have some insight that Mich doesn't."

"Mom is going to tell you when you have to report for work. Remember you are cooking the turkey. Don't screw it up or both Mom and I are going to cane your sorry ass."

"Now go and take a shower and change. I hope you brought some decent clothes. No tie but a nice shirt coat and pants are required. Oh one more thing. You may want to hit the ATM in the lobby. You are paying for dinner and the place we are going to is only taking cash or local checks. No credit cards. Think in terms of New York prices."

"Now move!"

Chuckling, I got up bowed deeply "yes Goddess as you command".

I headed downstairs to hit up the ATM and got 300 bucks. With that and what I had in my pocket, we should be good for dinner. Back upstairs and into the shower.

As I was undressing "Toy, come over here, I want to inspect MY property, see if Ms Cindy left any marks on you. That's it, just stand there and spread your legs."

Small shivers of joy and dread coursed through my body as Red's soft hand started to fondly my balls and my dick tried it's best to bust the CB open.

"Oh my, they seem to be quite full. You've been in lock down for quite some time haven't you toy. That mean Ms Cindy didn't let you cum after all that teasing. I wonder if you got any sleep at all that night after the water torture. Well then again, I understand, it can be quite exhausting. While I'm usually not quite as sadistic as Ms Cindy, I might just want to try some of that stuff. Maybe a "double date" for MY toy. What do you think toy?"

Wasn't there anything that Red did not know about?

I thought it was a rhetorical question and did not answer but a pretty sever couple of slaps against my balls convinced me otherwise.

"Sorry Goddess, whatever you decide and desire is fine with me. YOU own me so I really have no say in the matter".

"Better toy, but be careful. Now go and take that shower."

When I came out of the bathroom, ready to get dressed Red walked up to me and gave me a hug and light kiss on the lips.

"Hang in there for me babe. You are still in for a few rough weeks. Now go and get dressed, almost time to meet my parents. One thing babe, please call them by their first names after I introduce you. They both hate the "Ma'am and Sir" stuff. They are regular folks."

While I got dressed Red repaired her make-up and we headed down to the lobby and eating area.

There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that I saw Red's parents sitting at one of the tables. Her Mom absolutely stunning with titian red hair just like Red, except hers had some grey streaks. If it is true that daughters will look like their mothers later on in life, Red will always be a stunner. Her Mom was maybe 15 or 20 pounds heavier and her boobs were a bit larger but my dick was fighting the cage. To me that lady, with an absolutely radiant smile on her face when she spotted us, was to me the quintessential definition of a "Cougar". I bet if she wanted to, she could have any twenty plus stud in her bed in no time flat without really trying.

Her Dad was grey haired but there were orange flecks in his neatly trimmed beard.

They both got up from their chairs as we approached.

"Mom, Dad this is my very best friend Peter."

"Peter, this is my Mom Marion and my Dad Dan."

Red's Mom gave me a hug and a kiss and whispered into my ear "Thank you" while her Dad shook my hand firmly without turning it into a contest.

"I'm very happy to meet you all, please sit. What can I get you since this seems to a be a self-service affair."

Red said "surprise me. You know what I like" and her parents asked for a red wine. So I went over to check the selection. Thoughtfully management had provided a stack of trays big enough to hold four wine glasses.

I poured two Shiraz from the Sonoma area for Marion and Dan, an Oregon state Chard for Red and I spotted a varietal red wine from the Jefferson vineyard in Virginal. From the label on the bottle it claimed to have come from a vineyard started by Thomas Jefferson prior to his election as our third President. Interesting. After filling a plate with an assortment of cheeses, some grapes and crackers, I returned to our table with both.

There was some general conversation, just getting to know each other. When I heard that Dan had crewed on a sailboat during his time college but had stopped after entering law school for lack of time and opportunity, I invited them both up to the lake as soon as the weather was warm enough to go sailing.

Dan looked at his watch "It's time to head for the restaurant. They don't hold tables very long".

The restaurant was quite small, no more than 12 or 15 tables and all arranged to allow maximum privacy as far as conversation was concerned. If one spoke at the normal volume, people at the next table would be unable to hear. As soon as we set down, a server brought a plate with assorted flat breads and bread sticks, vegetables, a couple of dips and some cheese spreads.

We ordered our drink and then with some amusement observed as pretty obnoxious customer was "chastised" by the Maître d'. The guy sat with a lovely young lady, totally ignoring her while talking quite loud on a cell phone. As I had said earlier, the seating allowed a lot of privacy but this guy was so loud, everyone could hear him.

It seems that the Maître d' asked him to cut down on the volume which got the guy quite upset. He threw some money on the table and got up trying to grab his companions arm to drag her along as he ranted into the phone about the rude behavior of the staff and that he would never come back. The young lady dodged his hand and remained seated. This enraged the guy even more and it almost looked like he was going to strike the lady. By that time several waiters had joined their boss and they now more or less forcefully maneuvered the guy outside.

We got the distinct impression that the lady was the one who had arranged for the table and she was going to have her meal. As soon as things had settled down, there was a fresh glass of wine in front of her and she was looking at the menu.

I was curious and asked "do you know her? She sure has some class and I'm surprised that she hooked up with jerk like that."

Red had a closer look at her and said "yes, I do know her".

We all looked at her "That is Jennifer Rawlings, her father owns the lumber mill outside of town and some huge acreage of timber. I went to high school with her and during our senior year, we both played Lacrosse. But lost touch during our time in college and law school. Should we ask her to join us?"

We looked at each other, and I said OK with me but maybe it will add to her embarrassment if we do that. It would draw further attention to her."

Mom, Dad what do you think? Peter has a point but I could go and just say hi and test the waters. I feel sorry for her".

We came to a quick consensus that Red should go over and say hi and see things from there.

The upshot was that Jennifer joined us and Red and she started to catch up on their lives, virtually ignoring both her parents and me. I didn't mind. It gave me a chance to get to know Marion and Dan a bit more.

I found out that Dan's partner Darrell who was joining us in the morning was also his half brother. Dan's dad was killed in Korea and eventually his mom remarried and had another son by Dan's step dad.

Dan chuckled "no red hair on that guy. My stepdad was a WASP and his family is pure English. As a matter of fact some branch fled to Canada during the revolutionary war. If I get ticked off at him I'll call him the "spawn of traitors". We all laughed at that.

The food was great, the wine fantastic and truly enjoyed the company. Jennifer put up some fuss when the bill came but I told to forget about it. She had suffered enough.

At the end she relented and invited Red and me for dinner at her house tomorrow, promising that the jerk would not be around.

Jennifer asked for a taxi and the rest of us walked back. When we got to my B&B, I said goodbye to Marion and Dan and Red said that would be home in a couple of hours.

Red and I went back up to my room and once inside I pulled her into my arms for a kiss but she stopped me.

"Peter, I want to apologize for ignoring you most of the night. I was so excited to see Jennifer again. It has been a long time. We were pretty tight during the last year in high school. Also we both belong to the same sorority even though I have not been very active there over the years. Maybe if I had, I would have run into her sooner."

"Goddess Red, please remember that you never have to apologize to me for your actions. I'm just a mere slave".