Epilogue

I graduated in May of that year, and started working at Echo Toys in June. They had a backlog of ideas, mostly vehicles of one kind or another, which they envisioned as motorized. Some would require innovative solutions, such as a tank that both moved forward and backwards, and which had a turret that turned, with a barrel that raised and lowered. Servos were the obvious solutions to the turret, and a simple low voltage motor would take care of movement. The RC tech could be off the shelf, as long as we could find servos small enough.

The toys they produced weren’t cheap, but the niche they filled fit perfectly into sales at COMICON events. In some cases, if the toy had to be licensed, such as GI Joe, or Star Wars, then Brad simply patented the design and sold it to a company that already had a license. Those were the most lucrative deals, because there was no production expense involved.

I got along really well with Brad, Jerry, and Steve, once they got used to having me around. They all slavered a bit, at first, but they knew they had no chance with me, so they calmed down after a few weeks. When I was able to solve problems in their designs, they got excited, and work went forward at a much faster pace than they were used to.

At home, I wallowed in the ability to be with Uncle Bob. We wore our robes again (I’m sure he never stopped, while I was at college) and our hands wandered, sliding into openings in those robes to caress, and tweak, and squeeze.

Then I’d pull him to the bedroom, where the robes would come off, and we’d get in bed.

I had been working at Echo Toys for six months when I stopped taking my birth control pills. I didn’t tell Uncle Bob I was doing it. I was twenty-four, and he was forty-one. I wanted his swimmers to have a chance before he got too much older. I admit I was being selfish. If I got pregnant within a year, I would be in my late thirties or early forties when the child was in her teens. That’s perfectly reasonable, and fairly common. But Uncle Bob would be almost sixty when his child entered those tumultuous adolescent years. Men that age are thinking about retirement, not wrangling a recalcitrant teenager.

I would take the responsibility for my actions. I knew he’d be willing to help, but I already thought of myself as a single mother, who had an uncle there to help me out.

I had to do that because I was going to get him to impregnate me without his approval.

I knew this would end, or at least change, my modeling career too, but the expansion at Echo Toys was drawing the attention of bigger companies, who saw the potential profits. Echo wasn’t a public company. Rather than sell stock, they just used all their earnings to improve and expand their operation. They worked hard, and they deserved some rewards. I wanted to contribute to that, and if I did more and more of that, and less modeling, then that was fine. I was tired of traveling anyway.

I was a homebody, plain and simple. I liked the simple things in life. I had really enjoyed the experiences I had with Dani and Fran. Being able to be a beautiful, desirable woman with George and Phil had been lucky for me, because I learned there are good men, professional men, who will put their lust on a back burner and pay attention to business. I’m even glad I had all those arguments with Julia, because it taught me to take care of myself, and avoid the pitfalls of greed and the cancer in modeling that is poor or even missing self confidence.

There was only one man who I wanted to be helpless when I walked into the room, only one man who I wanted to suffer constant erections just because I was there, with him.

I liked it that I had a man who would never leave me, even if our physical relationship flagged, or even stopped. He would get old one day, but I’d know he still loved me and wanted me.

He got a lot more sex than the average forty-year-old, and I believed that was keeping him young. I liked it that I could keep him young.

I liked seeing Uncle Bob, in his robe, knowing that under it he wore nothing, so I could wiggle my hand inside to tease him.

Or pull him out to gently suck, until he groaned and erupted in my mouth.

And now, even though he didn’t know it yet, he’d be making a baby with me.

I hoped it would be the first of at least two.

And three would be better.