Chapter 9: These Are a Few of My Favorite Things...

Back when Madison and Logan first became an item, back when she was still a senior at Sidwell Friends, she’d been startled at the sparseness of his condo.

Everything was tidy, clean, neat — no surprise there. Logan was fastidious about his clothes, his personal hygiene, his ... everything. New socks and underwear -- removed from the Amazon packaging -- were rolled and organized. Shoe trees. Shirts and slacks and suits hung just so.

But the apartment itself was so Spartan, so utilitarian. What little furniture there was was mostly well-designed, mid-century Scandinavian. Top-quality, but there were so few pieces it looked as if he’d just started moving in.

The walls? Bare plaster that was painted landlord white — no artwork, no mirrors, no posters.

And, everything was precisely the way Logan wanted it. Because he rarely spoke of his childhood, Madison had no way of knowing how chaotic, how unconventional, his home life had been. In the Navy, he learned the beauty of order, and that understanding, that appreciation, would become a way of life.

As instructed, Raymond met Eulalie in the faculty parking lot at John Lee Hooker. First period had started, but she didn’t pay attention to minor details like that.

Eulalie went right to it, “Did you have that talk with your mother, Ray-Ray?”

The boy colored slightly, but maintained his composure, “Yes, ma’am. Yes, ma’am, I did.”

She crossed her arms, “And?”

He was so earnest, “It went okay. She didn’t get upset with me. She was ... cool.”

“Talk to me.”

“I told her you said to show her my notebook. So I did and she didn’t explode or nuttin’. Asked me some questions.”

“About?”

He colored a little more, “About ... um, how far did I shoot my cum the second time. And the third.”

Eulalie kept a straight face, “Anything else?”

Raymond nodded, grew serious like he was giving a book report, “She told me to keep track, write down, how many times a day ... you know.”

“And how far?”

Rapid nodding, “She gave me a tape measure from her sewing kit. It’s cloth, I keep it in my pocket.”

“Good. Measure your cock too. Length and how thick it is.”

The boy looked confused.

“Give me the tape.”

Raymond handed it to her, looking around nervously.

“Hold out two fingers.”

She wrapped the tape around and said, “Do it like that. See, four inches.”

“Okay.”

“Do you wake up with morning wood, Ray-Ray?”

He nodded, “Usually. Most days. Richie too.”

“Good. First thing, before you pee, jack off and measure the distance.”

“Where?”

Eulalie noted the boy was concerned with logistics, not the act of doing as he was told. Good.

“In your bedroom if you can’t make it to a bathroom.” With four boys, two adults, and only two bathrooms, that could be an early morning challenge.

“Okay.”

“Then write it down, the distance, and slip the note to your mom at breakfast.”

Eulalie knew that after his initial masturbation conversation with Gigi, it would be easier and easier to get the boy to follow instructions.

“Okay. I mean, okay, ma’am.”

“Good boy. Now what kind of camera do you have?”

Raymond’s face lit up, “It’s a beauty! My mom bought it used and gave it to me for Christmas. A Nikon D3500. It’s a DSLR, silent autofocus, connects with my phone and...”

Eulalie held up her hand, “Sounds good, Ray-Ray. Tomorrow morning take your camera and show up at Miss Kitty’s at ten minutes before ten. Don’t be late.”

“Uh ... school?”

“I cleared it with your counselor. Mrs. Lawson. You’re going to be on work-assignment for the next few mornings. And we’ll turn the project into a term paper.”

Raymond beamed, “So what will I be doing at Miss Kitty’s?”

“You’ll report to Ms. Broussard. And do exactly what she tells you to.”

Raymond Fontenot arrived at Miss Kitty’s at 9:30, but walked up and down, around the block, until exactly ten minutes before the hour.

Kate Broussard smiled at the nervous teenager, “Did Eulalie tell you what you’ll be doing?”

“No ma’am. She just said to do exactly what you tell me to.”

“Good. Now here’s your assignment. Show up every morning at 9:30. You’ll take a photo — a nice, sexy picture — of each of my girls. Then Eulalie wants you to print them out ... like postcards.”

Raymond stared.

“The girls will be wearing a bikini, or a top and thong. Everything will be covered. Understand?”

Eager nodding, “Yes ma’am!”

‘My girls will autograph the cards, and the Miss Kitty’s logo will go on the back. You with me, cutie?”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Good lad. Now you can adjust the stage lights however you want. Just make sure the girls look pretty.” She smiled, “And sexy.”

More nodding.

“Okay, son, you have three jobs. First, Eulalie and I expect your very best photography. Second, you’ll oversee the printing — front and back — over by Tee-John’s. Got it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Bring the cards to me, and I’ll get the girls to autograph them.”

“Okay. Ma’am.”

“Then, young man, you distribute them at Sausalito High. Every boy can have as many of my dancers as he wants. Eulalie wants saturation — as many photos circulating as possible. Offer them to girls too; I bet you’ll be surprised how many of them start collections themselves.”

As Eulalie had explained to Kate, “Most of the students will know some of your dancers. Those pictures will be incredibly exciting to them. And think of those high school boys as future customers. You’ll be building up demand years in advance.”

Kate said, “And the girls too. Some will be envious, others downright jealous. Applications should shoot up.”

Eulalie nodded, pleased with her plan, “And the pictures will make dancing here seem more like a regular job, like waitressing at Ruby Tuesday or Annie’s Diner.”

Logan certainly didn’t consider himself a paladin, some sort of knight on a holy quest. He’d signed on to be Ethan’s Number Two and, in this case, that involved threat assessment, devising a plan, executing the mission. Nothing dramatic, nothing romantic, just a job.

Kate told Darlene Fraser, the first dancer to be photographed, “Let the kid shoot a couple of shots, then tell him you changed your mind. Strip off the bikini top and take your time selecting another one.”

Darlene giggled, “He’s Gigi’s boy, isn’t he? The one with those eyes.”

“That’s right hon, let’s give him a thrill to start his day.”

“You got it, boss. Say, will he be shooting his mom too?”

“Oh sure. Eulalie is saving her for last. No telling what that girl has in mind.”

Logan drove Ethan down to Sausalito, another two-day trek. Madison stayed behind in the Baltimore hideout. She wanted to go with them, but understood her presence could unnecessarily complicate the plan. She didn’t complain, but Logan and her father knew she wasn’t pleased.

And, of course, Marie was in Sausalito.

The Cadillac had been rented in another name and Logan dropped it off at Avis in Jackson. Having gotten a no-tell motel room for Ethan, he took Uber into Sausalito.

He retrieved his Toyota from the impound lot and drove it back to Jackson. Remembering his earlier reservations about YesBut Nelson, he paid ten bucks to a kid in a Shell station to put the car up on the rack. Sure enough, there was a SpyTec STI GL300 GPS Tracker attached to the driver’s side front wheel well.

He decided to leave it there for now. Since he had picked up his car, Nelson would know he was back in town anyway.

Logan timed it so that he and Ethan arrived just before two in the morning on a Sunday. As he started to turn south on Andre Previn Road, he said, “Time.” Ethan sighed and put on sunglasses and a Red Man Tobacco cap that he pulled down low on his face.

Logan said, “Those Infrared security cameras are getting better and better. The Dobermans will know I’m back in town, and that I’ve brought somebody with me. But they won’t know who.”

“And they won’t find out once I’m hidden in that bayou house.”

“That’s the theory. And Rémy thinks it’ll work if your face doesn’t show up on the video footage.”

Eulalie was waiting in front of Contrary Mary’s, and hopped on her Vespa to lead them down to the bayou.

In the headlights, Ethan noted the barely-there shorts and said, “How old is Marie’s sister? She looks about 10.”

“Fourteen going on thirty.” Logan hadn’t mentioned the attempted seduction on his first night in town. Ethan wouldn’t care, and Madison would be even more concerned.

Logan doused the lights and pulled up beside the Vespa. “Eulalie this is Mr. Smith, he’ll be a guest in town for a few days. Maybe longer.”

The teenager grinned and held out her hand, “Mr. Smith.”

“Nice to meet you, Eulalie.”

She helped Ethan into the Jon boat as Logan untied the rope. She drove the two men into the pitch-black waters with an easy nonchalance borne of years of experience.

The safe-house was raised on sturdy piers. Logan climbed up onto the little dock and secured the boat. Eulalie led the way up a new wooden stairway and into the house. She flipped on the light and said, “Temperature is set at 80 degrees — there’s the thermostat if you want it cooler.”

She showed Ethan his bedroom, and then the guest room. Showed him the well-stocked pantry and a full refrigerator.

The men followed her around; Eulalie’s snow-white booty shorts were loose-fitting and showed plenty of cheek. Her perky nipples were not only outlined through her white, sleeveless tee, the darker areolae were clearly visible.

Ethan thought: Fourteen.

Eulalie opened the booze cupboard and said, “Scotch, bourbon, tequila, vodka, gin. And mixers. I’ll bring you some grass if you like; roll up a fattie or two.”

She smiled, “If you need anything else, Mr. Smith, just call me. The number’s preprogrammed.” She handed him a Plain Jane cellphone, “Charger’s in your bedroom.”

“Thank you, Eulalie.”

She shook hands with Ethan and led Logan back to the Jon boat, back to his car. He’d be staying in the Cajun Arms.

In the small parking lot as he settled into the driver’s seat, Eulalie grinned and pulled off her tee, “I wish you’d said yes, Logan.”

His voice croaked, “Well.”

She stripped off her shorts and tossed her clothes into the boat.

Logan stared at the freshly-bald pussy and said, “Well,” again.

Eulalie laughed and ambled slowly away. It was three in the morning and he supposed she’d drive the boat home naked. Not a care in the world.