Chapter 36: Summer’s End

November 22, 1996, Chicago, Illinois

On Friday afternoon, I was in my study at home, making phone calls to confirm judges and referees and give out assignments, as well as run some simulated tournaments on my laptop to test the new software. I was about two-thirds of the way through my calls when my cell phone rang. I glanced at the screen and saw that Samantha was calling. I pressed the button to accept the call.

“Hi, Samantha!”

“All of them were arrested a few hours ago!”

“Coordinated arrests?”

“Yes.”

“And Saudi Arabia and Bahrain cooperated?”

“The Saudis were easy - the Royal Family didn’t approve of my dad hiding out in his friend’s compound after sneaking into the country. With Bahrain, Treasury had to agree to allow the Emir to seize the $16 million in the Bahrain Development Bank.”

I chuckled, “He had to get his cut, of course. So now what?”

“They’ll all be on planes back to the US tomorrow morning, Gulf time.”

“Where are they bringing them?”

“Here. They’ll be tried in Federal Court in Chicago. The guys are all going to maximum security in Marion or Stateville. Not sure where Foulkes’ wife is going.”

“What did they charge her with?”

“Basically aiding and abetting. Nothing was in her name, and I’m guessing they’ll flip her with probation.”

“I suspect so,” I agreed. “Think any of the other four will try to cut a deal?”

“Try? Sure. But why would the US Attorney take anything short of full guilty pleas? He’s got them all dead to rights. Not to mention that even if my dad somehow skated on Federal charges, Illinois is going to charge him with escape and charge the others with conspiracy. All four of them are fucked!”

“I still don’t understand why any of them would try, well, besides your dad, obviously.”

“Because the majority of YOUR staff wouldn’t violate any and every law to help you if they could?”

“Touché. Did you sign your agreement with the government?”

“In about an hour. Once they got all four of them, they agreed to all of my conditions. The government will clear a good $225 million on this, when all is said and done.”

“Which is a couple of hours of operation of the US government,” I sighed.

“And even more depressing if you think about it, ALL of that money is mine in a sense!”

“So skip the gold-leaf TP in the washrooms at Spurgeon for a couple of years,” I chuckled.

“You’re lucky I’m a married woman, Mr. Adams, or I would borrow every single thing in that bag of yours, and I wouldn’t use the small or medium dildos!”

“I love you, too, Samantha!”

After we said ‘goodbye’, I disconnected the call and picked up my desk phone to resume my ISKC work.

Just before 3:00pm I heard a voice call out, ‘Hello?’, so I got up and walked towards the back door.

“Oh!” the very cute young blonde girl squeaked.

“You must be Violet,” I said calmly.

“I didn’t expect anyone to be home!”

She was wound so tight I thought she might explode.

“I’m sorry,” I said gently. “I thought Kara or Jessica would tell you. I’m the kids’ dad.”

“Hi, Mr. Adams. Yes, I’m Violet. I saw the alarm was off so I was concerned.”

She seemed to have calmed down after taking a few breaths.

“It’s OK. The kids will be here soon. I’m working from home this afternoon. Don’t mind me, but if you need me I’ll be in my study.”

“OK,” she replied.

I left her and went back to my study and began making phone calls. Ten minutes later she was at the door of my study. I finished my call and hung up.

“I know what you did!” she said.

“I’m sorry? What are you talking about?”

“I won’t tell if you do it with me.”

“Do what?” I asked.

“Have sex!”

I knew she was no more than fifteen, and THAT simply wasn’t happening, no matter what threat she might make.

“Come ask me when you turn eighteen,” I replied.

“And wait five years? No!”

She was THIRTEEN! That was so far out of the question, it wasn’t even funny.

“Whatever you think happened with your sister, me having sex with a thirteen-year-old would land me in jail for at least twenty years!”

“I wouldn’t tell! Nobody would know!”

I suppressed a nervous laugh.

“If we follow your logic,” I said carefully, “you can’t know if your sister did anything! Because if you DO know, then someone COULD find out. If you don’t know, then you’re lying to me about knowing.”

She looked terribly confused, which I took to be a good thing. I wondered if she knew, or if she was trying to find out, and hoping I’d confirm it. Of course the question then would be what would she do if I admitted it and said I didn’t want her to tell? Follow through on sex? Tell anyway? In fact, at this point, ALL the options were seriously bad.

“Uhm,” she stammered, “I just know.”

“I don’t think you know. If you think you do, then tell me what happened and when it happened?”

“Uhm, when you were home early the other day you had sex with Summer!”

I shook my head, “I did not have sex with your sister when I came home early; she was with the kids the whole time until my wife came home. Nice try, Violet, but no. You’re trying to trick me, and that’s wrong.” Then I played a hunch, “If you apologize and admit the truth, I won’t tell Doctor Jessica and your parents.”

“No! Please don’t tell them! I’m sorry!”

“About?”

“Making stuff up.”

I heard the back door open and Jesse and Birgit chattering.

“You’re forgiven. And I hear the kids. Go do your babysitting job and we’ll forget this happened.”

She nodded slowly, then left my study. I’d dodged a bullet, but it identified a potential issue for the future. I realized I needed a new general policy, and that was that I shouldn’t be alone with any underage girls, except perhaps the cousins, but even they would require a bit of caution. I didn’t think there would be any immediate fallout from Violet’s juvenile attempt to entice me, but that didn’t mean I should act foolishly.

I didn’t see a problem with my plans with Summer because she was seventeen and while her parents could make a stink, there was literally nothing at all they could do to me legally. Well, that wasn’t quite true, there were fornication and adultery charges which could be brought, but then Summer would have to be charged as well, because she was above the age of consent and had full knowledge. Not to mention, our tryst didn’t even come close to ‘open and notorious’. And if they simply made the claim in general, it would go nowhere, as it had the last time. And I was sure that would be true even if Theo didn’t pull any strings.

A bullet dodged, I picked up the phone and continued making my calls. I finished just before Jessica arrived home and I took her to my study and told her what had happened.

Jessica shook her head, “If you want my guess, Summer let slip she isn’t a virgin, but no details about who she had been with. Violet made an educated guess, well, what passes for educated for a normal thirteen-year-old, and decided it had to be you and it had to have been the day you came home early.”

“But how would she know about that?”

“Maybe Summer mentioned it to her parents. What I’m saying is, I think I can piece together what happened enough that your only REAL worry is a horny thirteen-year-old.”

“Who should find an equally horny fifteen-year-old,” I replied. “Last I checked, those were NOT in short supply!”

“I highly doubt there’s a shortage!” Jessica laughed. “But remember, Summer wanted an older guy for her first time, and you’ve seen that before. And while Violet is thirteen, you have had your fair share of fourteen-year-olds, even after you turned eighteen.”

“We’ve been over that,” I replied.

“Sorry, I wasn’t dredging up an old issue, just telling you Violet is behaving similarly to girls like Hope. Violet is at the low end of the range, obviously, but there will always be that subset of young girls who want an older guy for their first. Sure, for the majority of young teen girls you’re at the age where you would be ‘creepy’ if you hit on them, but you don’t, so you aren’t. The ones that don’t find it creepy and who are interested, approach you. You aren’t the ‘bad dad’ seducing the teenage babysitter; you’re the dad the horny babysitter lusts for.”

“That makes sense. I just think I need to exercise a bit more caution around random teenagers. I’m not too worried about the cousins but even there, some caution is necessary.”

“The other thing is, we normally wouldn’t have a sole babysitter that young, but it was short-term and she was available. Do you want me to replace her?”

“No. There are only eight more school days and I have no intention of being home during the afternoons. This was special because I needed totally uninterrupted time to finalize the judges and referees for next week.”

“Are you going to visit Summer on Sunday?”

“I don’t see why not. I don’t think Violet knows anything, nor does she have any way to find out. I can’t imagine Summer would let the cat out of the bag, at least not naming names. I could see what you said being the case - that somehow Summer’s lack of virginity was revealed to Violet and she ran with it. That said, this Sunday is the last time I’ll visit Summer. If I let it develop into something regular, she might get a VERY wrong idea.”

“True. Let me go pay Violet and tell her that she can head home.”

Jessica left and was back two minutes later.

“She was so obviously scared that you had told me that I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I’d put money on her being curious, horny, or more likely both, and concocting a way in her mind to satisfy her curiosity and her urges. She needs a fifteen-year-old boy, or she’s going to have to wait several years. Or find one of those creepy guys.”

“Maybe find a way for Bethany to talk to her?” I asked.

“I’m not sure how to do that without creating bigger potential problems,” Jessica replied.

“It was only a thought.”

November 24, 1996, Chicago, Illinois

On Sunday morning, I arrived at Summer’s house at 10:30am to ensure that her parents had, indeed, left for the game. I rang the bell and Summer, who was wearing jeans and a sweater, quickly let me into the house. The door had barely closed when she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. She made it VERY obvious that playing her violin was the LAST thing on her mind. I scooped her into my arms, carried her up the sweeping staircase and to her room.

I shut and locked the door while Summer pulled down the bedspread and sheet. She began undressing so I did the same and a minute later we were naked, in bed, with me on top of her, kissing. I broke the kiss end slid down to close my mouth around Summer’s pussy, and licked and sucked until I was hard and she was soaking wet. Preparations accomplished, we enjoyed a long, slow, sensual screw.

“Did you say anything about us to your sister?” I asked Summer as we cuddled afterwards.

“No!” she exclaimed, words tumbling from her mouth, “I didn’t tell anyone! Promise! Why do you think I would! I wouldn’t!”

“On Friday she said she knew we had been together.”

“She’s lying! Nobody knows!”

“Do you keep a diary?” I asked.

“No.”

“And you didn’t tell a friend you lost your virginity?”

“Uhm,” she replied, then her voice dropped, “I, uhm, did. But not about when or with whom!”

“And I guess you mentioned to your parents I was home early one day?”

“Yes, because I didn’t want them to think I was hiding anything from them! My mom talks to Doctor Jessica a lot.”

“Well, putting those things together, I’m guessing somehow your sister found out you had sex, and then assumed it was that day.”

“The little brat! I bet she was listening on the extension when I talked with Tina!”

“Who’s that?”

“My best friend. I told her that I’d finally done it, that it was totally awesome, and I wanted to do it again. She thinks it was Zach from school. He’s a boy I hang out with a lot. But we didn’t say his name on the phone.”

“So what all did you say?”

“I, uhm, didn’t say too much, but that I never felt anything like it before, and when you put it in me, it was like every nerve in my body was on fire. And then when I, er, uhm, came, it felt like I was going to explode. And that when you shot inside me it was SO amazing.”

“Summer, that last bit - how are you explaining why you aren’t worried about being pregnant?”

“Uhm, I, uhm, didn’t think about that! Tina didn’t ask! Oh no!”

“May I make a suggestion?”

“Please!”

“Go back to the clinic where you had your STD test and get a prescription for birth control pills.”

“So I have an answer?”

“Partly,” I grinned, “but I suspect you’re going to want to keep doing this, and you know we can’t.”

“I know,” Summer sighed deeply. “I was super happy you wanted to do it again!”

“And you like it, a lot?”

Summer giggled softly, “How many times can we do it today?”

“Four or five more before I have to leave.”

“Yes,” she sighed. “Now?”

Once again I slid down to close my mouth around Summer’s pussy, and licked and sucked until I was hard and she was soaking wet. Preparations accomplished, we enjoyed a second long, slow, sensual screw.

“What did Violet say?” Summer asked as we cuddled afterwards.

“She said she knew you and I did it and that she’d tell if I didn’t do it with her.”

“She’s thirteen!” Summer objected.

“I know. I told her I’d go to jail for twenty years. And I don’t think she could keep a secret.”

“She can’t! She blabs and brags about everything, and she’s a total snitch. She got Cody in trouble for making out with his girlfriend here after school one day. And they were just kissing like normal boyfriend and girlfriend. Violet told Tina’s little sister about sucking on a guy’s thing, too! But we think she just made that up.”

I wondered about that. If Violet was as ‘hot to trot’ as she had seemed on Friday afternoon, she might well have actually done that.

“You know what safe sex is, right?”

“Sure. It’s making sure you don’t get diseases or get pregnant.”

“Right. And that’s why we were tested and used birth control, though it was my vasectomy, not rubbers or a diaphragm. Do you think your sister is taking those precautions?”

“You mean you think she might actually have done that?”

“She did ask me for sex.”

“Oh!”

“I know you don’t like the idea of being a snitch, but you need to get her to talk to someone. Maybe a counselor or someone at the clinic.”

“She won’t listen to me. She never does.”

“Then, as much as I hate this idea for a bunch of reasons, you might need to talk to your parents. If Violet was fifteen, I probably wouldn’t be as concerned, but she’s really young.”

And fourteen wouldn’t be as much of a concern IF she had proper education and was properly mature. Her behavior showed she certainly wasn’t mature, and I suspected her education was the minimum provided by the schools which was, well, minimalistic.

“But if I tell, she’ll tell on me!”

“Tell what?” I asked gently. “That we did it that day? We didn’t. You remind your parents that you told them I came home early, talked to you, then went to my study. You stayed with the kids the whole time, until you came to say goodbye.”

“But what if they ask about what we talked about?”

“Tell the truth! Did we talk about sex?”

“No! We talked about me playing the violin and you wanting to hear me play.”

“Exactly. And if they ask about me coming to your Winter concert, you tell them, truthfully, that I can’t because I’m traveling for work. But the most important thing is, you were with the kids until you came to say ‘goodbye’ and by then Doctor Jessica was home.”

“Whoa! So tell the complete truth about that day!”

I chuckled, “That usually works best. You don’t have to remember which lie you told. Don’t volunteer anything more. Can I ask why your parents were upset with Cody for making out with his girlfriend?”

“It was mostly for having her in the house when they weren’t home. They’ve seen her kiss him before just like they’ve seen me kiss some boys. They never freaked out about it.”

“Then I have a strong feeling that once they realize Violet is lying, they’ll drop the issue.”

“You think so?”

“I think so, yes. If they do ask you more questions, you have to decide what to say. Just remember, in the end, you’re seventeen so it’s totally your decision to have sex and with whom. They might be upset, but there’d be no problem with the police or DCFS or anything. Violet, on the other hand, WOULD create those problems for anyone who is more than three years older than she is. And your parents will know that, or at least they should.”

“Can we do it again now?” Summer asked.

“Sure. And you can be on top!”

I showed her how, and then enjoyed watching her move above me, creating intense pleasure for both of us.

“That was fun,” she said, as we cuddled afterwards. “Do you like that?”

“I do. Only a really foolish man wouldn’t enjoy watching a beautiful young woman make him feel VERY good!”

“Do you like doing that thing with your mouth? My friend Kimberly says her boyfriend refuses to do it because it’s gross!”

“Well, I don’t think it’s gross!”

“What about, uhm, the other way?”

“I like it, but the girl has to like doing it.”

“Do you want me to?”

“That’s not the right question for you and me. The question is do YOU want to? With a regular boyfriend, especially one who is long-term, or even might become your husband, you have to work out what you both want and see if you agree. If you don’t, you probably shouldn’t be together. For you and me, it’s just, well, sex, and if you don’t want to do something or don’t like something, it’s no big deal.”

“Why?”

“Because with you and me, neither of us will get frustrated. But in a long-term relationship, if one person really wants something and the other one doesn’t want to do it, it can create tension and problems. If someone does it grudgingly, or on the other side, is unhappy because they can’t have it, it could wreck your relationship.”

“Uhm, what more is there?”

“A lot more than they taught you in sex ed. But I’m not the one to show you or tell you those things. You should find a nice boy, closer to your age, and experiment. And there are books in the library which explain how to do all kinds of other things.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s not what you want from me. You didn’t ask me to teach you, you asked me to have sex with you. Two VERY different things. And I was very sure that you wanted exactly what we did. Was I wrong?”

“No. I wanted my first time to be with a strong, handsome man who would know how to make it perfect. You did.”

“Actually, you made it perfect,” I replied. “I simply followed the cues you gave me. You knew exactly what you wanted, so that’s what I did.”

“So you don’t want me to?”

“May I make an alternate suggestion?”

“Sure.”