Chapter 14

I Looked at Georgia, she looked at me. I said, “Sorry I couldn’t continue on, but I came 5 times already.”

“That’s ok Dad. Is it ok if I call you Dad? I never had a Dad growing up.”

“Do the girls have that info in their notes? Yes you can call me Dad.” I reached over and caressed her arm. “Is this what you envisioned a dad to be?” As I slid my hand to her breasts.

“If you were my real dad, I would make sure you were invited to my bed all the time.”

I continued rubbing her nipples and squeezing her chest meat. I’m somewhat revived even though I’m sure I have nothing to shot, much less the strength to produce an erection. I start by kissing her face, ears, shoulders, neck then finally her lips. She is very aroused at this point. I move my lips to her breasts, sucking and nibbling her nipples, then I move down with my hand, working on her clit and a finger in her vagina. She is getting quite vocal now, I abandon her breasts for now. Moving my tongue to her slit and clit. She is arching her back as she cums uncontrollably, it lasts about 30 seconds, just like last time. She puts her hand in my way to make me stop and I go back to using my mouth and hands on her breasts. She is so out of breath, I begin to worry. Maybe the reason she passed out last time. I stop all activity, just rolling her on top of me so I can hold her gently till she is more coherent. I kiss her gently and she kisses me back, then says she loves me like no other lover before. I notice I have an erection and she is sitting up rubbing it on her slit, she is plenty wet and starts inserting me inside. It goes much easier this time but she is still tight. Smiling the whole time as she takes the whole thing, into her love canal. Sliding forward and back and up and down she is on the verge of cumming again, I try to help her by thrusting up into her as she cums again just as violently and as long as before. Relaxing now laying down on my chest. “Can we rest a couple minutes then do it again.” I nodded my head yes, then closed my eyes.

Sometime later, I’m awakened by her playing with my penis, flopping it around and playing in general, a stroke now and then to make sure it is hard as it can be. I look around for a clock, it is 2:00 in the morning, I should be replenished by now.

I pulled her up to me and started kissing her. She came alive. “Do you want to get on top again or do it doggy style?”

She answered by climbing on me, rubbing my head on her slit. It still felt wet, as it slipped it right passed her labia. Even tight as it was two strokes and we were bone to bone, she sure does love to fuck. Banging a way and cumming right a way too. Still vocal as she could be and just as violent. She is staring at the ceiling and howling at the moon. I maintain and don’t lose control. She is cumming again, after about 30 seconds. I finally remember her wonderful breasts and latch on to them, making her cum again really soon this time, I reach around her waist and flip her to do doggy. We get our legs sorted out without coming a part, I just kept banging a way. Never stroked her this hard before bottoming out on every stroke, I’m getting close now, then she goes off again. Louder and more violent this time, which causes me to cum a big load, but not my biggest. Her orgasm lasts longer than before, I keep going but slower and less violent. She signals that she is done and I pull out dropping to the bed beside her, she just collapses straight down in exhaustion.

I slowly back off the bed and flex my legs some and head into the shower, right a way, cause I want to go to the other room and relax, maybe to go to sleep or get something to eat. The shower revives me just fine, I check on her and she is asleep, I cover her with the sheet. go to the living room, it’s dark except the range hood light is on. I look in the fridge, not finding anything there, I spy the desk where the list of amenities are. The restaurant is open 24 hours with a limited menu after 10:30, full menu starts at 5:30, it’s just 3:30 now, room service stopped at midnight. I look around for my suitcase, finding it and dressing in some casual outfit. And headed to the restaurant. There was a different hostess now, but she greeted me by name. Only a small section was open and I asked her if she would join me. She said sure, the whole wait staff could join me. I looked at the menu and opted for a Reuben sandwich. As it turned out, the whole wait staff consisted of the hostess, a waitress and cook. I invited them to order any thing they wanted. As it turned out they were young, just out of high school. The cook being the oldest at 20, she has been working here since she was 16. Boy was she built, slim with probably D’s. The others were also slender with probably B’s, they were just 18 and not worked here long. As we talked while I ate, they all knew of my family and had read the last three books, of course that would be it cause all the other books had been technical manuals, They asked about the new girl, I told them her name and a little about her story, vaguely at first then in detail from the fire bombing to the present. Talk about in awe, they were flabbergasted. We talked till 5:30. I retired then.

I was awaken by Violet, at 12:00, housekeeping wanted to clean the room and change the sheets. The girls were at the pool, so Violet and I went to the restaurant. It seemed that we were celebrates there. I had coffee and a danish, Violet only had coffee, I had told the hostess we were only here till our room was cleaned. An hour later she informed us that our room was ready. We left there and went to the pool. But the girls weren’t there, so we went back up to our suite, that was a lot of elevator riding, the girls were there when we arrived. They asked what was on the agenda for today. “A book meeting in about an hour, after I make some phone calls.” Just then my phone rang, it was our publisher, so I put it on speaker. He wanted to know when the book would be finished, he had all kinds of orders and requests for it and nobody even knew the name of it yet, I told him we didn’t know yet. He said to give it a name and call him back in 5 minutes with the name and a report on how long, till it is going to be finished. “Ok young ladies you heard him, first is this going to be a stand alone book about Georgia and her friend, Jeff, do we have enough for that? I’ll through out a name at you. ‘It Happened to Georgia and Jeff’ or ‘Georgia’. Your turn now.”

Sam volunteers first. “We too have not thought of a name, we leave that up to you. And how long till it’s ready, it is still happening so I guess until we get to Knoxville. I like the name ‘Georgia’ but half of the book so far is about, Jeff and Georgia. A tragedy type would be good too. Like ‘Love Destroyed’ or the ‘Tragedy of Jeff and Georgia’. Hannah jump right in here.”

“I think we all should come up with names and present them to Dad, to pick from. We took our laptops to the pool today and got a lot of work done, but realized we haven’t shared our notes yet with Dad, which we will be doing today. But if nothing new happens I’m done.”

Sam says, “Same here. If we give all to Dad today he can do his final edit and proofread then send it in. He usually takes two weeks. So I say tell him two weeks. But, we have to come up with a name now.”

“Ok Georgia, what is your thoughts on a name?”

“I don’t know, we were so happy and saving our money, trying to live the American dream, then it is destroyed by one asshole.”

“Violet, you got anything?”

“No John, if I can call you that, but I’ll call you dad if you want?”

Everyone laughed at that one. I announced that; “Georgia has hit the nail on the head.” Hannah and Samantha jumped in right a way agreeing, the others were dumbfounded. “The obvious title to be ‘American Dream Destroyed by One’ or ‘Her American Dream Destroyed’ or my favorite ‘American Dream Destroyed’ but you don’t have to pick it because of me.”

Georgia says “I don’t know which to pick.”

Samantha “I too like all three, but the most dramatic one is ‘American Dream Destroyed’.”

Hannah “I agree one hundred percent.”

“Ok that’s it then, unless Sue or Violet have anything to add.”

So I called him back, he answered on the first ring saying “It took you long enough.”

“It’s complicated. Do you want it or not?”

“Yes the whole management team is in here, what’s it going to be?”

“The name is ‘American Dream Destroyed’. I will overnight it to you in 18 days.”

“That’s it? Kind of boring and not a very catchy name.”

“You haven’t read the story and believe me it is not boring.”

“The byline should read; By Hannah Boak, Samantha Yoss with Georgia Stevens. What do the advance sales look like?”

“Right now about two hundred thousand, but now that it has a name, It will go to five hundred thousand I’m sure, that’s what we are going to print. But you dropped your name off, and that will confuse people, so I am putting it on there, whether you like it or not.”

My next task was to call the nudist resort to find out how they knew about the ambush on us. He was glad I had called, he had news he wanted to share, that he wanted to tell that night at the incident. One of the resorts guests heard it on his scanner. Not only the transmission at the scene, but the one informing the Patrol Officer of our leaving and our intended route.

The next call was to Mr. Jenkins at the Mayberry Inn. He confirmed that Tim McIntyre was there and that witnesses were coming forward, now that the father and son were both in jail.

Next was to Joe and Mary Hartman, Joe told me that after the son was arrested there was a break out of roughens causing trouble at the store. Said we did the right thing taking Georgie a way. I told him I was hoping to bring her home soon, but we agreed that it was way to soon for that. He passed on a hi from Mark to Georgie. I asked if he knew how old Georgia was, he said he thought she was eighteen or nineteen, I told him she was only fifteen and would be sixteen in November. He was surprised at that. I asked how old Mark was, he said twenty-one or twenty-two.

Hannah and Samantha had e-mailed me their finished stories and notes, I borrowed Violets laptop and opened a copy of the two stories side by side, I decided I would edit Samantha’s as I read them both together. It was nearing time to eat dinner I thought. Wow, it’s eight O’clock, I stopped and went into the living room to find nobody home. Messaged Violet to see where every one was at. She text back, that they got hungry, but didn’t want to bother me, so they went to dinner without me, but had not ordered yet so hurry up, they’ll get another chair for me.

After checking my appearance I beat feet to the elevator and was walking into the restaurant. Just in time to see a place being set for me. The hostess waved me on through, past the line of patrons. Suddenly their was a slight buzz.

Violet said, “All were waiting to see if you showed up. The hostess said that this is the busiest the restaurant has ever been. All because guests had wanted to see us, especially you. Your big mouth last night, caused the hotel staff to turn into a rumor mill, you know better too.”

Leave it to Violet to try to keep me straight. “I suppose we’ll have to move now.”

Georgia asked, “How far did you get, on the edit?”

“About 10%, I’m going to need another laptop to speed it up. Tomorrow I will purchase two more, just for the purpose of editing.”

That night, Violet and I had each other alone. For the first time in a long time. We were back to Violet’s time after 9PM.

I got out of bed at midnight, took my editing equipment to the restaurant to work. The staff was really glad to see me as I set-up shop in the far corner. They kept the coffee flowing. At about 3:30 I stood up to stretch, and walked to the table where the staff was setting, sat with my cup of coffee. The cook, looked at me a little differently and said, to the other two “I am just going ask him. Mr. Marshall is it true that you’re not married to Violet?” The other two young ladies got up and went to the kitchen, blushing all the way.