Chapter 11: The Household begins to take shape

The phone was ringing. Why?

It was on the floor instead of on the bedside table. Why?

I couldn’t roll over to reach it. Why?

Even though I had rapped my knuckles on the bedside table, I couldn’t feel anything. Why?

Oh yeah.

As I came conscious I remembered now.

The passion and abandon of last night. The sexy body pinning me to the bed all night and causing my arms to be ‘asleep’.

Screw the phone. I’ll call them back.

Only five or ten minutes later the phone was again ringing.

I turned and saw it was only 7:15 am.

‘Dammit, who is calling me this early.’

I groaned as I tried to reach it to answer.

Jeannie grunted in a cute annoyed way, then the phone ‘floated’ to my hand so I could grab it.

“Hello?”

“Justin, this is Judy the staff nurse at memorial hospital. I’m calling about your absence yesterday and this morning. Is everything alright? You never missed before.”

“Hey, Um, hold on a sec.” I cut her off.

I cleared me throat and head for a moment, glanced to the wonderful girl still laying on me like her personal cushion, and made up my mind. It was easy to decide.

“I have had some major changes in my personal life and circumstances. I’m sorry to do this without notice, but I won’t be returning to work. Please have H.R. mail my final check. I’ll miss you guys, and I thank you all for your kindness during my time there.”

She sounded flustered. “Are you sure Justin? We will miss you. You always did such good work.”

“Yes Judy, I’m afraid so. Maybe I will come visit some time.”

“Okay then, I’ll let them know. And take care of yourself.”

Just like that, I was unemployed. I laughed a little.

Now what was I to do? I had anything I wanted and didn’t have to work.

Maybe I could become a crime fighting hero like Bruce Wayne.

Maybe I could just go around helping people who were clinging to their last straw.

Or maybe...

“Maybe you can go back to sleep for a little while and we can decide this stuff later.” Jeannie mumbled groggily.

I laughed and rolled her over off me, kissing her face all over.

“Maybe I can get an exchange. Swap my genie for one who isn’t so grumpy in the morning.”

She popped her eyes open and looked shocked and maybe even a little worried.

“Don’t you dare say that. I would never forgive you. I couldn’t bear to leave you now.”

I pulled back and looked at her.

“I was just teasing you. I wouldn’t trade you for all the genies in the world.” Then I had a thought.

“Are you serious? That is a wish I could make?”

She seemed reluctant to answer, but did anyway. “Well, yes. If you were not pleased with me you technically ‘could’ wish for another to take my place.” And now she looked worried.

I immediately spoke, “Well then, I have a wish.” And as her face changed to a scared girl, almost panicking, I said, “I wish that under no circumstances shall anything I say or do, or anything anyone else will say or do, ever cause you to be exchanged for any other genie or taken from me in any manner. And I wish that only YOU, Jeannie, shall decide if this wish shall be amended or changed in any way.”

She leapt onto me and kissed my face over and over and over. “As you wish my love.”

We lazed in the bed until 9 am. Just cuddling and talking about silly stuff.

Suddenly I remembered a couple things we had to do.

I smacked her delightful ass, “Let’s get up and get moving. We need to go get a new house ... and get married.”

She looked at me shocked. “Are you serious?”

I kissed her. “You already know I am.”

Five minutes later we were ‘blinked’ all clean and fresh, already dressed, and ready to go. I held a diet soda and two sausage biscuits in my hands as I stood at the front door.

“Hurry and eat. We don’t want to be late.” She said excitedly.

I took a moment to appraise her outfit. She wore a red (who’d a guessed that) cotton summer dress with short puffy sleeves. The hem stopped just above her knees and all neck, hem and sleeve edges were a gold fabric. Her hair was tied back with a red ribbon but hung straight down her back. On her feet were red ankle socks with gold strips around the top. She wore red leather tenner shoes with gold laces.

I told her she looked delicious in that outfit, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me.

I noticed a red bra with gold trim as I peeked down her dress.

I laughed and ate one biscuit as we walked to the truck. I tossed the other into the trash. She just blinked into her seat.

Shaking my head, I walked to my door and climbed in.

I looked at her and scolded, “No more blinking us around today. We drive, and we walk, until I say otherwise.”

“Yes Justin. I’m just excited and happy. I didn’t mean to dis...”

“STOP!” I said loudly. Then leaned over and kissed her long and hard.

“I love you. And we are going to take our time and savor this day. Nothing is going to stop me from marrying you. I promise. So please relax and let things flow a bit.”

She beamed and replied, “As you wish my love.”

The drive was nice. Little traffic, and no problems. We even got a parking spot right near the front door of the courthouse, on the first pass.

I wondered if that was all just luck, I hadn’t specifically said for her not to aid us in this manner so I didn’t really care if she was helping.

Before we got out, I picked up a pen and notepad.

“We need to get your information straight for the paperwork.” And I prepared to write.

“Name?”

“Jeannie Elizabeth Neilson.”

“Age?”

“Twenty-Five.” I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, what age then?”

I looked her over closely, and couldn’t see it any other way. “SEVENTEEN. But that won’t work. So maybe they will believe ... Twenty?”

“Okay, Twenty.” She giggled.

We came up with a good set of vital records, papers, ID, and we were all set.

She blinked my papers into a folder as well.

I walked around and opened her door and helped her out of the truck. As she slid out, her dress hiked up. She had on red thong panties. The panel was red and the ‘strings’ were gold.

(I wonder how many outfits she can come up with for this color scheme)

The lady in the clerks office was less than impressed when she saw me with my young bride-to-be, and soured more when she saw the actual difference in our ages. But even had she been only 18, it was of legal age in this State to marry without any parental consent. (But us Men have to be 21 for some crazy reason)

I just looked at her smugly and waited for the license.

The old prude slid the paper across to us and looked at Jeannie. “Good luck dear. But isn’t he a might older than you dear?”

Jeannie never even paused. She quickly leaned toward the clerk and held her hand to the side of her mouth like she was going to impart a huge secret. Then instead of whispering, she spoke in her normal volume, “Yeah, he is. But he also has a huge cock that doesn’t need pills to stay hard all night long.”

Then winked at the old lady and blew her a kiss. I busted out laughing and Jeannie giggled as we walked out of the office.

Two doors down, license in hand, we walked into the J.P.’s office.

He was less judgmental, and after a short talk with us he gladly performed the ceremony.

We had our rings on already, which gave him pause, but otherwise things went smoothly.

One hour, start to finish, and I had the most beautiful and sexy wife in the County. Maybe in the world.

We kissed long and passionately on the Courthouse steps while a random passerby took a few pictures for us.

I walked my WIFE to the truck, “Your chariot Mrs. Case.” Then opened her door, and helped her in.

“Thank you, Husband.” She said happily.

I climbed in and got a big hug and another kiss.

“We did it!” she squealed happily. “I am officially yours, and you are officially mine.”

“Yes.” I said to her. “And I am happily married to the most wonderful girl ever.”

I started the engine and backed out, then headed toward the edge of town.

“Now we find a place and make our home.”

I already had a place in mind. It was perfect. I had drooled over it many times in the past already.

As I pulled into the gravel drive, I asked her, “Is this okay with you? I mean the location?”

She looked around and then to me, “I like it. It will serve us well. But anywhere you want is okay with me. I just want to be with you.”

I kissed her and said, “Then this is where we will make our home.”

I had her blink in the survey. And then all the old records and the deed.

It was owned by a local bank, foreclosed out from under an elderly farmer who had fallen victim to a slick tongued loan officer.

Twenty-Five acres on this side of the two-lane blacktop highway, and another Eighty acres of weed choked un-planted fields on the other side.

“Okay, change the records. Change the deed to my name. Make the land and tax office show this belongs to me, and has for last ten years. Make sure the mineral rights are also in my name alone.”

She did.

Make everyone who knows anything about this place only remember me buying it from the original owner ten years ago. Also have them remember me building what I am about to tell you on it.

She did.

Now transfer Ten Million Dollars into his account, backdated to the date of sale, and let the bank pay interest into the account for the whole time since.

She did.

I began to flip through the house books, adding and subtracting from the designs and sizes.

A three story house with wrap-around ten foot deep porches and balconies on the front and both sides. Very similar to a Southern Plantation mansion.

It had a huge master bedroom & bath, plus ten big bedrooms with baths, large kitchen, big dining area, library/study, living room, den/TV room, huge formal dining room, game room, concrete patio with pool and hot tub, laundry room, and other amenities like walk-in closets and such.

An added feature was the ‘safe room’ located in the entryway to the underground shelter, where monitors and recorders kept track of at least a hundred security cameras.

Also added were a retractable glassed in pool shelter so it could be used year-round, a pool house, outdoor patio kitchen, a horse barn on the 80 acres across the road, a 40’x40’ workshop, a semi-attached 6 car garage, and an underground ‘shelter’ that would remain known to only Jeannie and myself.

Trees and shrubs were also placed, as well as the lawn.

Across the road, beside the barn, we placed four separate small 2-bedroom cottages for ‘hired help’.

A white wood fence surrounded the entire property and was also guaranteed to keep livestock in or unwanted creatures out.

And the weed-choked 80 acres was now a lush green hay field.

Power came from some ‘magic’ solar panels on the rooftops, which she declared would never leave us lacking.

Water was from a deep Artesian well, collected into a 2000-gallon storage tank. And sewer was handled by an elaborate septic system which filtered the water and used it to irrigate the lawn sprinkler system.

All permits and tax records were updated to show the build history and make it all legal.

We walked around the house and did some preliminary decorating and furnishing.

I turned Jeannie loose on the Master bed and bath, letting her choose whatever colors and furnishings she desired. We wound up with a Kalifornia King bed and bedroom soft wares that used lots of red and gold trimmings.

I stole ideas I had seen on TV for the kitchen.

A big mahogany desk made of walnut and matching bookshelves, oak wall boards, and dark red and gold carpet were used in my study.

The curtains, shades, towels and soaps and other normal everyday trappings I left to her.

The den furnishings were overstuffed leather couches and recliners. Enough seating for 12 adults. And thick plush carpet on the floors.

Our wardrobe (clothing to commoners) was moved from my old place to this one, along with all my worldly possessions, leaving an empty trailer that was now ready to sell.

I had her ‘convince’ every Realtor in the State to list my old place, which they did. For free.

The hidden underground shelter was stocked with everything we needed for ten people for five years, and protected against anything from simple weather to a full-scale nuclear war.

It was 30 feet by 30 feet square, sectioned into several rooms, and all the amenities including kitchen and bathrooms. It also had a twelve-foot square ‘vault’ for all my upcoming firearms acquisitions.

It utilized the septic system, and water was provided via the well.

I also had her move the inaccessible underground ‘cash’ vault she had previously created under my old place, expanding it to triple the size and placing it 30 feet underground below the house.

We walked into the garage, and I chose vehicles.

A beast of an armored suburban, a 10-passenger van, a Jeep Wrangler YJ, and three Toyota Camry’s were selected for the use of the household.

In the barn, we put a 1-ton Chevrolet ‘dually’ long bed pickup truck, 10 Honda ATV’s, 2 tractors with implements, and assorted power equipment to maintain the place.

I decided that everything else could be added later, and we retired to our bedroom so we could rest and maybe ‘break in the new bed’. Which we did. Twice.

Laying with her afterward, in a tangle of arms and legs. I played with the ring on my finger absently.

I had a sudden thought.

“I think I’d like you to clone my ring. Not the magic part, just the design and all. I want six of them.”

She pointed without looking, murmured into my chest, and six little red velvet boxes appeared on the dresser.

“Thank you sweetie.” I told her. Then hugged her to me and stroked my fingers on her soft skin as she snuggled to me and drifted off to sleep.

At 5pm, we headed for Brandy and John’s house, arriving just as Brandy was about to leave.

She looked pissed.

I stopped her and asked if something was wrong, and she cracked. The tears and blubbering was almost un-discernable.

I steered her to a wooden porch swing in the yard and we sat.

“Tell me about it.” I said.

She laid out the whole messy story.

John had taken the money and paid off the house, but not the outstanding bills. He had put this house on the market and made a deposit on another one, costing twice as much money, in a more swanky neighborhood. All without even consulting her.

Then the shocker.

He had blown up at her over her reaction and threatened divorce, accusing her of not wanting to see him be successful like her rich friend ‘Justin’. He had brought up the past, even saying that with her ‘history’ she shouldn’t be lonely for long and should be able to make it just fine without him.

He even said maybe she really should just go live in my mansion with me instead of here with him.

“Uh Oh.” I thought to Jeannie. “We forgot something.”

“Working on it now.” she replied.

Jeannie set to work removing all thoughts and memories of the conflict. Then reversing the Realty deal John had made, as well as the deposit on the house.

And finally, she removed all jealousy or animosity from anyone we knew or would meet, or who saw our household setup, making them merely appreciative of its looks. And blocked any future bad feelings about my assumed wealth.

Brandy changed before my eyes, and said excitedly, “Anyway, John paid off the house today, then deposited the rest into our savings. It will more than cover all our outstanding debt.” She beamed. “We’re gonna be debt free by the end of the month. His salary alone will more than cover our expenses, and maybe even a new car. Mine is having some issues.”

I winked and nodded at Jeannie.

“Perpetually safe and sound as long as she owns it, and gets 80 miles to the gallon now. His too.” she thought back to me.

“Maybe drive it a bit more and see if it straightens out.” I suggested. “You never know.”

“Yeah, I do love it. It’s been a good car, and it was the exact color and model that I always wanted. Maybe you’re right. I’ll keep it. If it breaks down completely, then I will see about another.” she said.

Jeannie thought to me, ‘John now feels the same way too.’

We walked into the house, and Daphne jumped up as soon as she saw me. She ran to me and wrapped herself around my middle, hugging me.

Beth walked from the kitchen and greeted me warmly.

They both hugged Jeannie.

We made the announcement about our marriage earlier today, and surprisingly nobody seemed affected at all. Just a small amount of grumbling about not being invited, which was cooled by the romantic nature of ‘eloping’ like we kinda did.

I had been a little worried about Daphne’s reaction, but she acted just like always. Maybe even a little more aggressive about clinging to me.

“Well, are you two packed up and ready to come stay with us in my hobo shack?” I asked them with a laugh.

They both said they were. Jeannie and Brandy went to help them load up my Blazer.

I went out and opened it up for them, rolling down the rear window and dropping the tailgate.

I had to have Jeannie help me out. John had evidently went to his mothers’ house and brought a LOT of stuff. Jeannie did her thing and made it all fit somehow.

But John’s visit to gather belongings worried me. What if someone had followed him? What if someone was looking to get to Beth or Daphne?

We needed to have a talk and get some more matters taken care of.

Next trip out to the truck, I pulled Jeannie aside. “John went to Beth’s house. I need to know if anyone took notice, who it was, and what they are up to.”

She closed her eyes and when she opened them she looked worried.

“Yes, someone did. They work for a powerful crime syndicate. They want Beth and Daphne to see if they can make them tell what happened to the Million Dollars.”

I cringed. “Do they know about us?”

“No.” she said. “Not yet.”

But she glanced down the road. “Those men in that black car are also with the syndicate and are watching us now. They have been taking pictures.”

I thought about this predicament and had an idea.

“Okay. Here’s the plan. Wipe their memories. Clear any film or video, and any notes. Remove any other links to us. Then remove any knowledge or memory of Beth and Daphne from ALL people who are connected with this in any way. Erase their existence from all of their minds, and make it where anyone who accidentally thinks about them in connection with this mess will have a debilitating migraine headache until they forget and stop looking.”