Chapter 82

It’s Saturday morning and I’m really fired up. What I need is to run for a good hour. I could run through this development for an hour. The neighborhood winds around some beautiful terrain that I was going to enjoy seeing. I put my workout clothes and running shoes on. Mitzi and June both got up and dressed to join me. We stretched out with a fast walk before beginning. The street that had guard house security at the entrance continued for more than a mile, coming to a cul-de-sac with private roads leading from it. We ran at a little faster pace going back because we knew the distance now.

The girls were good runners and chatted between them and with me during our entire run. We cooled down with some stretchy strenuous forms before going into the gym and lifting our regimen. Our four women were still sleeping when we went up to our suite, so the three of us showered without a lot of teasing and playing. June told me to wear jeans and a sport coat with my shoulder holster, and we three would go to a shooting range. Mitsi mentioned that Dai had said that they needed to take me for some practice and to enjoy watching me.

June drove us to a local sporting goods store that has a members’ only range. The girls had my membership card, but I had to give a palm and eye scan to their security. A huge range with at least twenty lanes was inside. We bought three hundred rounds that were extremely inexpensive. One of the attendants wanted to check our weapons before we were assigned lanes. The three of us dropped our magazines and cycled the chambered round before handing him our guns. I was feeling guilty while the guy examined my Glock because I haven’t fired my gun for weeks and haven’t cleaned it either. The man had us show our carry permits, PI, and security licenses. The guy said, “I know you folks. That big guy with the smaller older gentlemen come in to practice. They came with a couple of very pregnant women and one girl that looked like you two last time.”

I said to the attendant, “We’re all family.”

We were assigned lanes next to each other and had to buy eye and ear protection. We had each brought three additional magazines with us and filled them. The girls sent their targets to the twenty-five-foot position, so I did the same. They began firing at center mass and were all in the paint, but not a very tight group. I wanted to show off, so I used six rounds to make a circle in center mass then gave the silhouette two eyes and finished it with a smile.

Mitsi was laughing so hard that she had to put her gun down on the little foldout table in the booth. June turned to me and stuck her tongue out at me. Several people had come up behind us and were watching two darling girls and a show-off.

June asked, “Can you do that at fifty? Dai does it all the time.”

Mitsi said, “Correction, Dai tries to do it all the time, but he only shoots a lopsided face most of the time at fifty feet.”

“Give me a new target at seventy-five feet, and let’s see if I can still hit something.”

The target was brought in and a clean one was clipped onto the holder. I was thinking of all the fun Yori and I had while practicing. I thought to myself ‘this one’s for you, Yori’. I checked the magazine before I seated it and stood ready. June said, “There’s no way that you do that at seventy-five feet.”

I think the two girls and all the onlookers thought that I was crazy when I folded the shelf down and opened the half-door like it was for competition. I had put my piece into my waistband and stood ready. I grinned, pulled the Glock from my waist with my right hand, chambered a round, and began firing from my right hip. I gave the silhouette a sad face with eyes, then took the gun in my left hand and fired from my left hip making a circle in the body mass and put my last round in the center where a belly button would be.

The two girls came into my booth to give me hugs and congratulate me for doing what I found so easy. The gallery behind us was hollering, banging on the soundproofing glass, and making enough noise that a couple of attendants came running in. One guy came around to my booth. He brought the silhouette target up to the booth and clipped a new one on, then pushed the button to send it to one hundred foot, the longest available position. He said, “Okay, Buddy, or is that ‘Brad’? Repeat that one the same way, even without shooting from the hip, and we’ll figure out something special for you.”

I checked the magazine and put an additional round in the magazine after chambering a round. I put the Glock into my shoulder holster, then put my glasses and ear protection back on. The half-door was still open and I was preparing to shoot when the lights almost went dark, with only the one target lit up.

I pulled the Glock and shot from the hip making an almost perfect circle with a hole for a belly button. I switched hands and gave the target a smile and two eyes, then gave it a nose with my last round.

Someone was remotely bringing the target up and turning the lights up. Mitsi showed everyone how I decorated the target, then put the three of them together and rolled them up to carry home. I told both girls, “You have a lot of rounds left to shoot for more practice. Get to it.”

I loaded up the rest of my reload rounds and fired at a standard bullseye target at fifty feet. I put rounds all around the outer circle and used the last one for as close to dead center as I could shoot. I brought the target up from a hundred feet, unclipped it, and put it with the other three. We went to the cleaning table and gave our Glocks thorough cleaning when we were done. I commented to the attendant that his reloads were very clean. I also said that I thought their reload prices were very competitive.

The man said, “How about fifty free reloads a week for a year, and I’ll throw in the entrance fee for the contest coming up in a month. Watch for our mailer. There are always bargains and competitions that are advertised.”

That was a nice prize. These people will shit when we bring everyone to do some practicing. We’ll probably go through a couple of thousand rounds if everyone comes.

June said, “Now we know why Dai wanted us to see you shoot,” on the way home. “You were showing off with the hip shooting stuff, but I guess that regular target shooting is boring for you. I can’t wait to show Dai what you did.”

My family was up and had eaten breakfast. Hideki and Dai were having coffee while discussing security training at the farm. Dai wanted to bring some more potential guard prospects to the farm training facility. He felt that he should be able to train men to be on staff at the LA home instead of hiring outside help.

There was a pause in activity, so I had time to talk to Jules. I wanted to make sure that I wasn’t overbooking the suites in the LA home. I told Jules that three suites were to be used by my aircrew. Four would be used by Forest with his wife, Ken with his spouse, Mika, and Harriet. We would have the Westfield staff who would need three suites, and we would have Fred with his wife and child. I know that we had a couple of suites with a second bedroom that would be good for Fred. I asked Jules if we were going to be over capacity. My sweet wife hugged me and said, “You’re fine. There are ten regular suites and four with two bedrooms. That doesn’t include Hideki’s and Nobuko’s suite, then remember that we have another nice large suite downstairs that isn’t being used while Anna is here with us.”

“I always forget how large that house is. This place is even larger and makes me wonder how you guys can keep it so nice.”

Jules said, “It’s just like the way you run your offices. You have as many assistants as you can get trained who do the actual work. We hire enough maids, butlers, and cooks to take care of us. We all help out some. Yuu’s wives even help out with the kids’ rooms, so it’s the same. This place could be larger like the open grassy areas where the kids play, but we have plenty of house and yard for all the families overall, including all of Yuu’s kids, and Dai with his family. This place is nearly perfect for all of us.”

I hugged Jules and said, “We’re going to fill this place up with kids. I’m excited to be a dad to so many. Our little Brad is the best gift you could have ever given me.”

Jules gave me a hug and delicious kiss, then said that she needed to help put the office back together again and stay in contact with the various finance ministers of the countries involved in the mega-deal that she had brokered. She said, “It’s good that you’re going to be in LA because the girls and I are going to be busy dealing with this currency. Who knows what we’ll make and discover while dealing the last of that mess away? We paid back all the loans, but it seems that we are ending up with more than we started with. We just have to make sure that all our buy orders are correctly recorded. This is the fun of dealing with currency.”

I checked my e-mails and didn’t have anything that needed an answer. I had to look at Connie’s streaming app again to look at the quantity and amounts of sales for this past week. There was a note from Jimmy in LA finance that Mooney had sold a huge amount of loans to several big lenders. He said in his note that he had been apprehensive about the company running out of money to loan. He ended his note with ‘full steam ahead’.

I called the LA house that was answered by Stephen, the exact person I needed. “I will be back tomorrow evening, Stephen. The partners will have arrived before I get there. Write this down to coordinate with the upstairs maids. Those folks will require four suites. A family from Florida will be coming in to stay most of the week. His name is Fred Turfing, and he will need one of the two-bedroom suites. You might want to block out three suites that are fairly quiet for my aircrew. I want them to stay at the house, but not in the staff area. I want them to be a part of the household. Three folks from San Francisco will be here Tuesday, probably for two nights, maybe more. I sent you an e-mail with everyone’s arrival times. You guys may be short of drivers, so hire some temps if you need to. Harriet, one of the Mooney people, is flying in commercial. Fred and family are also flying in commercial, so two of the pickups will be at LAX. Hire a limo service to get those two if you want. Brindle should be able to pick up the Mooney people in one of our big cars or the bus.”

“The Mooney men will want to play a round of golf late Sunday afternoon, so get them a reservation at a course using carts. You guys are going to be busy, so get extra help if you need it.”

That’s when Stephen threw the monkey wrench into the gears. “The two women you refer to as the Foxworth girls have visitors, their mothers and a cousin each. The house is going to be full with those four visiting. You might want to warn Hideki and Yuu that you almost have a full house if you think that they might show up.”

“I was warned, Stephen, but the mothers have shown up early. Make sure that you all get enough food for all these people. They are all people from the US, so you won’t have to make food for different cultures. I’m going to want sushi and jalapeno snacks, but nothing out of the ordinary. Who knows as far as booze goes? I’m sure that we have a decent collection. A lot of people drink vodka drinks. Just make sure to check our supply of my favorite.”

“Got all that, Boss, I mean Brad. Sorry about that, I’m just getting used to the girls calling you ‘boss’.”

“No sweat, Stephen. You’re going to have to ask me stuff and encourage me to warn you since Jules is busy with her trading and little Brad. I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

I was chuckling to myself at how nuts all these Foxworth women were about getting pregnant. Young girls were taught how important it was to be a mother even before their first menstrual cycle according to Janice from Kansas City. Daughters became nearly desperate when they were Danni’s and Chica’s age, but my two said that they wanted to select an attractive man who would be acceptable and want both of them. How lucky can you get? They both enjoyed playing with other women so that probably slowed their search for an ideal mate.

Dad leaned into my office, and asked, “How about a round on my favorite course with Joe and the pro? I knew that both of the dads enjoyed our favorite course and it sounded like fun with the pro joining us. Dad said, “We have to use carts today, but it will give us a chance to play eighteen at that special course.”

I went next door to the big office to advise the women that I was leaving to go play golf. Mitsi got up and told me that it was her turn to watch after me, even if we didn’t get to walk the course. I went upstairs and changed into slacks and a collared knit shirt. Mitsi put a more conservative culottes skirt and buttoned blouse on. This was perfect since she would be keeping my gun for me.

The four of us were being driven to the course when I asked Dad how he managed to get tee times for an early Saturday afternoon. Dad said, “The course pro manager will call me when there is a cancelation if you’re buddies with the man. You know how it is. It’s not what but who you know.”

We had a good time as a group. I was four over par, while Dad and Joe were both eight over. Joe couldn’t believe Dad when he told Joe about my low score. Dad had to show him my score in the coursebook before Joe believed him.

Katie was playing pool against her brothers, and apparently taking them to the cleaners when we got home. She said, “Cindy is content with Mom and Jules, so you can shoot against me to get ready for tomorrow’s masters’ match,” when she saw me. You’ll need it because these guys say that almost all their opponents are former pros. We’ll figure out what this match is worth. How about 9-ball best of nine?”

We lagged and Katie won by having no light between her ball and the rail versus a tiny sliver of light between my ball and the rail. Katie broke and ran three tables straight. I finished the table that she finally missed a shot on, then broke and ran three more tables. I miscued and lofted the cue ball off the table, along with sinking four balls when I broke the next table. We battled back and forth until we were both on the hill with eight wins. Katie broke but didn’t make a ball. I ran seven and missed a duck shot on the eight. Katie giggled the entire time as she sank the eight and then the nine.

Katie came to me and laid a tonsil tickler on me and whispered, “Thanks for the game.” Cindy was getting anxious for her mom, so I changed the little darling and let her nurse while wrapped up in her baby blanket cocoon.

Supper and the visiting afterward were fun. Yuu and one of Katie’s nephews were chess players who were constantly working at beating the other. They rapidly played, using a clock, slapping it after each move. I was amazed when Adam, Nancy’s second-oldest, was exclaiming to Yuu in Japanese. It was obvious that Yuu was used to the youngster speaking in his native language.

I was sitting with Katie and was told how all the children were learning Japanese and English. Adam wasn’t learning it, he was using it. This revelation made me happy that all the families decided to move in with us, at least for a while. I learned that two families in the neighborhood with kids the ages of those in our house had become playmates. The kids played together, then began to attend our kids’ home school classes. A class addition was Yuu’s wives teaching the kids proper Japanese, and Maggie and Nancy taught them proper English. It was obviously paying off.

The girls were not very demanding that night, but a little melancholy that three of us would be leaving tomorrow. I very gently made love to all of them with a lot of emotion. I think that we all slept well.

Sunday morning had all the parents, the aircrew, even some of the house staff, and my women, including Jules and Katie following me in doing some forms. I spent some time working with the pregnant ones, as well as the new moms so that they would have forms that would be good for them. I resumed leading the others in more strenuous forms, executing them faster until we were all out of breath or had already stopped. This had been an excellent workout.

We were going inside to clean up when Dad asked if I wanted to play some golf this morning. I said, “How about asking Hideki and Yuu, along with Joe. I needed to enjoy my family before I have to leave today. “I’ll be gone for a while shooting pool, but I won’t be gone long as I need to get to LA.” Dad asked Joe, Hideki, and Yuu. Hideki begged off, so Dad still had a good threesome for a round.

I enjoyed having breakfast with the family. Jules and Katie checked various markets to make sure that nothing strange was popping up. Jules said that they would be busy finishing putting all the currencies where they belonged. She was thinking that Monday could be a phenomenal commodity market day. That would be a chance to make all her customers a buck or two.

Katie wanted to shoot a couple of games of both 9 and 8-ball to loosen me up for the masters’ games. She said that I needed to establish my dominance with these supposed former pros so that they would all hesitate to challenge me.

Everyone had me packed with what little I needed to travel with. June and Mitsi were ready and wanted Sumi to be my bodyguard while I played pool today. The aircrew said that they had prepped the plane and would begin startup when I called. We would be in the air twenty minutes after I called.

We left for the pool hall after a lot of hugging and kissing. I promised to call them on Skype almost every night.

This pool hall was not as large as the ‘Rack’ but had decent tables. I had brought a Meucci stick from the house that felt good and shot a short game to loosen up. The team we were playing with were all supposedly former pros. The brothers said that their country bumpkin hometown pool halls had better players than most of the other team. The one guy who they had not been able to beat was put first. The guy wanted to put a c-note on the game, but I reminded him how the APA frowned on wagers. I pulled a single, good ‘ole George out, snapped it out a couple of times, and stuffed it in a corner pocket. The man smiled and followed me by adding a buck to the same corner pocket.

The man was pretty cocky and reminded me that he was a former pro. We played 9-ball first where we ended with me needing only two more wins. The guy was good, but Katie could easily beat him. Eight-ball is slop pool to me because we weren’t playing call your shot. The man was over-confident and didn’t try to hide the cue ball when he had an iffy shot.

The game was over and I had to catch a plane. I gave the two bucks to our waitress who hadn’t done anything for us yet, but would as the afternoon proceeded. We had brought two cars, so Sumi drove us to the airport. I called the crew as soon as we were in the car so that they would be ready. All I had to do was to toss our couple of bags into the baggage area, give Sumi a hug and kiss, along with saying enough sweet stuff to make her tear up. Sumi drove off and I stepped into the pristine aircraft, shut and locked the door, then sat down and buckled up. The plane immediately began moving.

It was right at two o’clock in Hawaii, so it was already five o’clock in LA. I would be at the house by seven-thirty or eight. That should be plenty of time to visit with Fred and family, as well as Harriet and the other partners. I would also be subjected to some scrutiny from Danni’s and Chica’s mothers and cousins.

I only had one tall glass of my favorite and was joined by both girls having a short one with me. We chatted about how the week should flow, who they should accompany, and what cars we would use. I told the girls that we should use the minibus for most of our travel, except when I was only showing Fred around.

Flight time wasn’t but an hour and twenty minutes. The crew had let it out a little more. Brindle drove up to the aircraft to pick us up. She said that she had to nearly fight off the Foxworth women who all wanted to come to the airport to see me and the airplane. I could use a tranquilizer and should have had another tall one. This was going to be fun, or not.

Charles came from the house as soon as we pulled up in the circular drive. A crowd followed him out the door. Danni and Chica gave me hugs and kisses, followed by doing the same with June and Mitsi. Fred and I shook hands and slapped each other on the back. Fred’s wife then molded her body to mine for a very intimate kiss. Fred smacked her bottom and said, “Save that for me tonight. I’m going to need it.”

There were four women, or rather two women and two girls who I didn’t know. Danni said, indicating one woman saying, “This is my mother, Anita, and this is Chica’s mother, Rose,” when I looked confused. “These other two are both Chica’s and my cousins, Jean and Joan.”

The mothers were not bashful and both laid a very healthy kiss on me. The two young cousins were puckering up and moving toward me, but Danni turned them around so that we could go into the house. Mitsi said, “It looks like the predator women will all be here at the house. You could be in serious trouble.”

Charles was rolling his eyes and said “No shit” in an almost inaudible whisper. That was very uncommon for him, and possibly the first time that I had heard him use foul language.

The partners were inside the saloon. I received a nice hug from Mika and Ann. Harriet came to me, and I wrapped my arms around her and told her how happy I was that she came to visit and learn. I asked the partners if they were able to get a round in. Forest said that they played a decent eighteen holes with carts and were home by three. They admitted that they came a little early. Harriet said that Mika had called her, so she was able to fly with the partners instead of buying a commercial airline ticket.

I learned that Fred arrived at about two-thirty. He said, “We were early enough to use your pool and get some sun. A very nice vacation so far.”

I was finally able to sit with the Foxworths. I had passed the bar and picked up one of my favorites. I asked Stephen if there were any snacks available. He said that he was sure some were saved for me, but the guests had devoured everything in sight when it was put out as a buffet.

I sat between Danni and Chica in one of the conversation groups. I almost stared at their two mothers as they looked so much alike. Even their builds were almost identical, very similar to Danni’s and Chica’s. I looked at the two younger Foxworth models and discovered how much the two looked alike, as well as looking like the mothers and Chica and Danni. I would have to be careful and count women in my bed before getting in. The only way to quickly tell them apart would be to have them tattooed.

The mothers congratulated me on making Danny and Chica so that they could be mothers and continue the family tradition. Rose and Anita thought that it was so good that my other women wanted these two to come to live with them in Hawaii. They wanted to know if they could visit the girls in Hawaii. I told them, “My family is very fortunate to have a very large home there for the family to stay with us. You are welcome anytime that your girls are there, as it will be their home too.”

Charles brought a plate of sushi that you could smell how spicy it was. He had four more plates of various treats and less spicy sushi. I saw Stephen putting many plates of treats out knowing how the people all scarf everything in sight. Charles brought me another tall one, two shorter glasses of the same for June and Mitsi, and two glasses of ice with a similar concoction that was created in Hawaii for Danni and Chica.

I stood when there was a lull in the crowd noise, and said, “Your attention, please. I need to give you the agenda of what will be happening for the next two days.”

“I’ll be up at six to exercise and do some Tai Chi and lift weights tomorrow. One or all can join me. This helps me prepare my mind and body for the day. We will clean up, have breakfast, and be at the office by seven-thirty to seven forty-five. I don’t expect the partners to come with me, but Harriet should come to learn all about how I think an office should run. I want Fred to be with me all day, as well. We will have a meeting with several of the LA office’s key people at one PM.”

Tuesday’s meeting will be with Westfield Property Management. These people will fill up our retail and office space with prime lessees. They know how to do it and can assist in getting space ready for new tenants.”

“The partners can play a round of golf if they get up early enough tomorrow. Just be ready to come to the office for a one o’clock meeting if you want to observe. You all know that I like to be prompt. This meeting is for all my people involved in several projects. It is not required for partners except Harriet.”

“Mrs. Turfing, Nita, I want to take you with Fred to see the building and complex in progress in the morning. My house staff would enjoy spoiling your son for a couple of hours if you want to leave him here. Be ready to be picked up at eight-thirty if you will be going with us. We’ll give you more than one chance to look at the buildings this week. We can even take another week if necessary.”

“Any women unaccounted for can go with the guys, go with me, or stay here and work on your tans. I’m not planning a Rodeo Drive shopping trip this time. We can do it in the future.”

“I’ll answer any questions you have either tonight or during our workout in the morning.”

I sat back and saw the two mothers and cute cousins sitting with their mouth open. Anita said, “Danni told us that you were a very powerful person. You just showed that and more.”

Rose nodded her head, “No wonder that everyone follows you. Janice told us that you were special, and you are.”

“That’s enough, Ladies. Any more smoke up my butt and I won’t be able to do my duties with my women. Let’s finish these snacks, have another drink, and go to bed.”

Mitsi hugged my arm and smiled up at me. Chica smiled at me, and said, “I’m first. You gave me a baby and have been busy ever since. I need some reassurance you aren’t a love ‘em and leave ‘em type of guy.”

One of the cute cousins went to the bar, got me another drink, then came and sat on my lap. I think that it was Joan who put an arm around my neck and asked, “Do you think that you might be able to work Jean and me into your schedule? We would really enjoy a breeding moment with you.”

These women were total predators. I knew that they were told to cool it, but the two became more forward as it became obvious that I didn’t want more help going to bed.

“Get up, Joan. I need to go to bed so that I’ll be rested for tomorrow. Let’s all go to bed, and that is in your assigned rooms. I’ll see some of you at six. Goodnight.”

I could tell that most of the people agreed with me about going to bed. I went to the bathroom to get rid of any excess liquid, brushed my teeth, and gave my face a fresh shave.

I was instantly attacked by Danni and Chica who wouldn’t give up until they each had at least a dozen orgasms and a donation from me. June and Mitsi were great wingmen or is that wing woman. They kept whoever I wasn’t plundering satisfied until I could get to them. We all were positioned for a good night’s sleep not long after we were kissing and hugging satiated, satisfied. It was so.

Six o’clock came earlier here in California than Honolulu. My body was going to go nuts trying to figure out what part of the world I was in. I was followed by the four women I had slept with when I slid from the bed. We dressed in our workout clothes and headed downstairs.

The Mr. Coffee pot on the bar wasn’t finished brewing, so we went outside to do some forms. The aircrew came out, followed by all the Foxworths and all the partners, including the wives, while we were doing our warmup forms. I led the group through forms for the women, followed by the more strenuous forms for the men and those whose body was used to the exertion. We finished as Mitsi and June asked me to make my square. They each kicked a hand, and then I did a standing backflip landing in my square. There were a lot of oohs and aahs from those who had never seen that. I wondered why the girls wanted me to do it today. The flip felt good, but I felt like I was showing off.

We didn’t do any lifting that morning and went straight to our suites to get ready for the day. I had thought that the partners would play golf this morning, but they wanted to follow along to see how I treated Harriet and if I would change my office routine. I sat at Kelly’s former desk and directed the others to the conference table. I took Harriet by the hand and led her to the breakroom where we made coffee in two large Mr. Coffees. I then took her upstairs to make coffee in two units there as well.

Harriet said, “That you make coffee for your people says something about you. You care about your people and want their day to get off to a good start. That is a good lesson.” I told her that each area made more coffee all day. It was shared between departments but I was only giving them a primer right now.