Chapter 137

After getting on our way, with Brian taking my final check from me, I gang emailed: “Hey guys ... don’t get crazy, but everyone has earned a nice round $2.600,000 on this tour. So have fun, let your family know we are bringing you straight to your door tonight. We will keep your instruments until auditions to join the GSS for close friends and siblings in five days. See you then!”

I heard ‘Whoopees!’ from all over the place, including getting an email reply from Stuart saying, “Be lucky you are on a different bus, there are lots of girls all wanting to give you kisses, Boss.”

Before I could respond, Julie Adams, Cathy Amos, Delilah Andrews (violinist) and Lily Bell all came over and gave me a kiss each. Lily was last, and I felt her lips push against mine.

Jeff was right behind her saying, “Lily, stop that!” pulling her off me. She waved goodbye as my wife wiped my lips clean. She gave me a nice kiss. I went up and reminded Brian, who was driving, that we were taking people straight to their homes.

“After paying out all that money, how much did the GSS make on the tour, Michael?” he asked keeping his eyes on the road ahead...

“Net, before hotels, almost $189,000,000, that’s better than four million dollars a day in profit, not bad for doing what you love, isn’t it?”

“I heard from Jennifer you got a jones for buying a Segway or two?”

“Yeah, although I don’t know if the city has any problems with them or not,” I responded.

“You want me to check that out for you?” he asked.

“Sure, thanks Dad.” I went to mom, who was navigating. I gave her a kiss on the cheek,

“What was that for, Michael?”

“I love you, isn’t that a great reason?” I said.

“Sit down Michael,” she said. “Give me a few days, and I will have you over for noodles and chicken. Bring Stu and Isabel with you, why don’t you?”

“Sure will, pretty lady.”

Coming in from the north like determined who was going home first, and that was Joe Abbott, our First Violist. His parents and his little brother Marcus answered the door welcoming him home. I told them how much he made and when he would get the money, quickly asking Marcus if he was interested in joining the GSS or not?

“Yes sir, Michael. I started learning how to play the French Horn the day you guys left.”

“Wonderful, thank you all for letting me have him for the summer, he’s not getting his Viola until our aud ... open auditions. That’s for the benefit of you all getting back to a regular schedule of being together until school starts. Thanks again.”

His mother Anne gave me a nice hug and his father Joseph Senior and I shook hands. A very nice family.

The Prefontayne Girls were let up and their parents got the same speech from me, hardly able to speak after I told them how much each of the girls made.

And we went on from there, meeting some siblings I wasn’t aware of. Sofia Moore had two sisters, one older Rosa, and one younger Rikki, both anxious to sing with their sister if given the chance.

I met, for the first time a lot of siblings, with most of them eager to join up. Nancy Starr has a very young brother, Fred, who she is teaching the keyboard to. that’s good to know.

It took a while, but we eventually got down to the four couples, Stu and Izzy, Jan and Brian, Peter and Jen plus my wife and me. Tracy, Brigitte and Liz were also still with us. We parked the buses parallel to our garage

It was nearly five in the morning as we hit our beds for the night. Stu and Isabel said ‘goodnight’ to us.

Back in our own beds, after stripping down to my boxers was awesome. I felt my wife’s bare boobies against my back as I fell asleep.

Around noon, I woke up rested enough to fix something to eat in only my boxers. I encountered just about everybody else who had come down to do the same thing. All the ladies were braless in T-shirts and panties.

“Stuart didn’t want to leave the room,” his wife said with a giggle.

I saw him coming down the stairs in sweats, “I wasn’t afraid of the ladies, I just needed a shower first, Annabelle.”

“I never realized how well built you were Stuey,” Tracy said to him going over to rub her hands on his chest.

He enjoyed that for a while, then Princess asked, “What would you like for breakfast, Man-o-mine?”

“You know exactly what I like, both for breakfast and in the bedroom, my dear,” he responded as the ladies all said, “oooh ... Stuey.”

“What about you, my stud brother?”

“You also know what I like Princess, right know I’m very hungry and would eat whatever you put on the table for me.”

Tracy started to get up on the table, but Brigitte kept her from it. Together with Elizabeth, they all laugthed out loud.

In a matter of minutes, we all were eating breakfast together. After a few bites of scrambled eggs, I said, “I found out that we have over sixty brothers and sisters waiting to get their chances to become a member of the expanded GSS.”

“Really?” Brigitte said.

“I could have told you about the ones at Lincoln high, Michael,” Elizabeth said. “I know most of them.”

“I met all of them as we delivered everyone to their door this morning. Did you know that James Allen had two younger sisters? Or that Danny Anderson is the oldest of four kids?”

I got up and typed them all into a new excel list.

“Always working ahead, aren’t you, Michael?” Tracy said. “I will bet he’s got plans to get rid of all of us old people,” she said looking at me.

“You do, don’t you?” she said as I turned away from her searing eyes.

“Yes, I do,” I admitted. “The over 30 group, as I call you, weren’t ever in my long-term touring plans, but I have a job performing/working for the Mansion for any of you who want one.”

I was ready for whatever they were going to do to me over this declaration. “Good, I was needing to bow out gracefully, to continue my schooling online, but I would be glad to do that Public Relations thing we talked about a while back,” Tracy said.

“I already told you I was moving out, to move in with Mike Thompson,” Elizabeth said. “I will continue to help however I can, for you, Michael.”

“You have told me that, Liz. Thanks to you all for a Marvel-ous job this summer.”

“That’s another reason, we are all moving out together,” Brigitte said. “It is time to ‘cut the cord’ as they say.”

“You don’t have to do that right away, ladies,” Jennifer said. “I wouldn’t mind loaning him out on a night-to-night basis, as long as you are still staying here.”

I saw Princess walking towards me, and said, “Stuart may be available as well. He proved himself during the Tour.”

“I feel so ... cheap,” Stuart said.

“Don’t worry, Stuey. I plan to use and abuse you every night.”

“That makes me feel all good inside, Annabelle. You know how much I love you.”

“Get a room,” Tracy said.

“We have got one, but we needed something to eat to get our strength back,” Stuart said breaking into a great big smile.

“Annabelle, if you are going to loan me out, can I have a say-so about who it is?” Stu said walking over to Brigitte and kissing her hand.

“You seem ... too eager,” his wife said to everyone.

Jenn and I got into the mail we had. With our utitities automatically paid by efts, we had more junk than anything else. Mary Bell took care of our mail, while Ally and Jeff checked in on the place during the afternoons and evenings.

While Mary didn’t want to make any throwaway decisions, she put our mail in separate stacks, with our junk being the biggest one of the bunch.

That stack my wife really loves going through, sometimes getting a Puritan Pride, Victoria’s Secret or a Walter Drake book, which she keeps occasionally. I get Hammacher Schlemmer and Zale’s.

I put them on our dinner table, with that one on top.

With that done, I needed to finalize my largest 35-college football stadium-tour plan for mom and dad, so I got Jenn and our laptops and got side by side to work this out. We both had the list of colleges in front of us:

• STATE NAME/FIELD CAPACITY • • MI MICHIGAN STADIUM – 107,040 • PA BEAVER STADIUM – 105,572 • TX KYLE FIELD – 107,733 • OH OHIO STATE – 102,780 • TN NEYLAND STADIUM – 102,455 • • CA ROSE BOWL- 92,542 • NE NEBRASKA MEMORIAL STADIUM – 91,545 • TS TEXAS MEMORIAL STADIUM – 95,954 • LA TIGER STADIUM – 102,321 • AL BRYANT-DENNY STADIUM – 101,181 • • TX COTTON BOWL- 96,006, • GA SANFORD STADIUM - 90,246 • MD LANDOVER FEDEX FIELD – 82,500 • WI RANDALL STADIUM – 82,153 • FL BEN HILL GRIFFIN STADIUM – 90.916 • • OK GAYLORD MEMORIAL STADIUM - 85.308 • SC CLEMSON MEMORIAL STADIUM – 86,092 • NJ MET LIFE STADIUM – 82,858 • WI LAMBEAU FIELD – 81,441 • SC WILLIAM-BRICE STADIUM – 80.250 • • TX ARLINGTON AT&T STAD – 80.000 • FL DOAK CAMPBELL STADIUM – 79.590 • IN NOTRE DAME STADIUM – 77.672 • CA LA MEMORIAL STADIUM – 77,501 • MS ARROWHEADF STADIUM – 79,416 • • AR RAZORBACK STADIUM – 76,212 • CO MILE HIGH STADIUM – 76,125 • MI SPARTAN STADIUM – 75,005 • LA THE SUPERDOME – 73,208 • NC BANK OF AMERICA! - 73, 778 • • NY ERA STADIUM – 73,709 • AL LEGION FIELD – 71,594 • MO FAUROT FILD - 71,178 • TX NRG STADIUM - 71,054 • MO M&T BANK STADIUM – 71,008 •

“Do we want to begin or end in Indiana?” she asked after looking at my list.

“With Notre Dame, I’d like to go there last. sort of make a statement, if you know what I mean?” I said, hoping I made sense.

“I agree, Boss,” she said. “That would mean we start at Denver Mile Hghst in Colorados with over 75,125 people ... correct?”

“That is right,” I said. “You’re a natural at this, Baby Doll! Where to next from there do you recommend?”

We worked at a saiisfying pace completing a route for Mom who was eager to see our circuit.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” Stuart said walking up to us.

“Is there anything interesting to do in Reno ... do you even know?” I asked him.

“They have legal prostitution there,” he said getting a slap from Jenn on the forehead

“There’s a water park, and it’s not in Reno per se,” he said. “I think it’s called Wild ... Family Park.”

“Do you mean the Wild Family Adventure Park, Mister Holland?” my wife asked having looked it up.

“Yeah, that’s it. Why?”

“My husband and I are putting together the tour for next summer, and we need a reason to stay in either Reno or Carson City. I like the idea of Reno better.”

“Well, the park sounds like fun, they have camel races too ... mine didn’t like me very well. Hot-Air balloon rides, there might be a rodeo considering the time of the year. There is also lots of places to shop and eat, whatever your taste maybe.”

“How do you know all of this, Stuey?” Izzy asked coming up behind him and laying her head on his shoulder.

“We lived in Sacramento for a time, and would often take a trip to Reno for vacation,” he said taking her hands. “Want to go in the spa, Annabelle?”

“Sure, hubby-to-be. I can teach you some of the things we do in the spa? They look busy. Let’s go.”

“We need to get this done and send it to mom and dad. Have fun, you two,” I said.

“He’s gotten much more comfortable around here, don’t you think, Hubby?”

“Yeah, I’m glad. Back to work ... so let’s go with Denver, Salt Lake, and Reno. From there you can go either to LA Coliseum or the Rose Bowl first,” I said.

“Whichever holds more should be first,” my wily wife said making perfect sense. “Are you sure of these numbers?”

“They are the usual, let me check,” I said.

After perusing both using Wiki, both places had been remodeled, and the real numbers were possibly over inflated by 10,000 people. I got a smart wife!

“You’re right again, LA Memorial Stadium should be first, then the Rose Bowl. I have been underestimating you, and I’m very sorry for that, sweetie.”

“Sounds like a plan, I may let you plan all of our tours you like it so much.”

“I thought this would be our last tour?”

“Maybe, maybe not. We would just need to have the mansion scheduled so they didn’t need us. That’s down the road, but an idea I have thought of.”

“I guess that I have been underestimating you too, Mikey.”

“Let’s finish this up, I’m getting horny,” I said.

While she was undressing me, I texted our housemates saying, “Please do not disturb us, WE’RE BUSY!”

After an hour of licking, sucking and fucking each other with wild abandon, we went to the spa, finding Izzy and Stu in their birthday suits. Their suits were laying over the edge of the spa.

“Have you been in the spa this whole time?” Jennifer asked them.

“Annabelle has been teaching me some necessary spa skills. How long have we been in here anyway?” Stuart said.

“Over an hour,” I said. “You may just wrinkle to death ... both of you.”

“We need to get out ‘Belle,” he said to her.

“I like that nickname, Belle ... you can call me that whenever you want, Stuey.”

“OK, could you hand me my suit please Michael?” he asked.

I picked it up and held it up taunting him about it. Princess came out of the water took it from me and gave it to her guy. She stayed out and put on her bikini bottoms, but kept her top off. He got out, back in his suit, and they dried off and walked together up to their room.

I loaded up that spa with chemical, and we got in the other one. We didn’t need to get naked, we were still worn out from earlier ... just vegging out for a while. In the three weeks before things begin up again, I plan to spend every day working out. With the days not getting to 90° or dropping below 65°, if averages hold, I have no reason not to get myself back in the best of shape.

It hasn’t even been two days, and I’m itching to play some music. I went to the box, the music I got as a present, and pulled out some music to teach myself, and walked over to my special piano. On top of the stack I grabbed was a cut of songs from FLOWER DRUM SONG, a wonderful period musical from Rodgers and Hammerstein in their heyday...