Chapter 75: Sunday At The Resort

Sunday August 31, 2008

Sunday afternoon I spent some time with Abril, soothing her mind from her over-exposure to David Barnes. He was nice enough to her, and did nothing wrong, and sex with him was “okay” (it was actually nice compared to her sex jobs during her father’s cons). But it had just been too long for her first overnight, and her first time with any man except me in over three years. She was pretty sure if it would have been worse for the other two guys to have her in their beds. She admitted that spending time with Evert Russell was a good break for her, her time with him was interesting enough that the sex was “kind of like ... call it a nice back rub with good conversation,” she even felt the stirrings of good things and did him the favor of overplaying them. But still it would take some time for her to adjust to screwing most other older men she could be assigned to. “David deprived me of an opportunity to try more, and I am not sure if that was bad or if it could have been much worse.”

I asked her who she felt strongest about about spending the night with, either positive or negative.

She said that Phil Townes was the guy she wanted to try the most, which made sense since he was relatively young and she knew Red. She admitted that, with Church gone, nobody gave her “creepy feelings” except Joe Pope, because of what he tried to do to Amy. “I’m not sure I could face him without breaking him.” She could hurt him bad, he father taught her to fight dirty with teeth and nails going for soft targets, but I explained to her that other arrangements would be made. “He won’t live long enough to have you. Plus, his dying might take some time.”

When I opened my computer and put on the headset Abril stayed a while, but when the hotel started serving the picnic supper she went to that. In the “clothing optional” area outside she decided to wear my open-sided tunic, which did not hide much. She had her own, but she wanted mine.

Abril came back an two hours later with a tray of good food for me (ribs, BBQ shrimp, plenty of fruit, etc.), lots of gossip and an invitation. I could take a few minutes to eat, even the General had to eat. She figured I was going to be busy until at least midnight with post-battle news. (Note: the high point of the Aztex ceremony was midnight Yucatan time, or 10 in California.)

While I took a break to eat, Abril had some prime gossip to share that she thought was relevant. It pertained to Vi Pope, and Joe Pope’s future. It was actually useful news.