Chapter 20

This is a work of fiction written solely for entertainment. Names, Characters, Places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or localities is entirely coincidental.

I reserve the right to spell proper nouns anyway I desire. All wording between quotation marks is the way of the persons talk, not subject to the rules of grammar.

Starting from the end of New Quartet Chapter 19

Upon arrival at the Marriott, As I was dropped off at the lobby entrance while they parked the cars. George said. “Honey park the car please, I have to go check us in.”

I said, “No worry, George, I’ll take care of it, I’m paying for everything.”

New woman at the desk, I had never seen before. “How can I help you sir?”

“John Marshall, checking in, I have a reservation.”

“Yes, sir I have a large suite, with two bedrooms and an adjoining bedroom that opens to the hallway as well. How many key cards will you need?”

“Six, four for the suite and two for the room, please.”

“I have you down for nine days, is that correct? You will be on the twenty-first floor. I also have you down as, a Most Valued Guest. If you need anything, just ask and our staff will provide.”

Our party had come in and heard most of it. Violet said, “I’m hungry, anyone else?” Turning to the others and all said yes. Looking at the desk clerk, she asked, “Can you accommodate us in the restaurant now, please?”

The clerk replied, “You have a reserved table 24 hours a day, in our Sky Room on the twenty-second floor, I’ll call and tell them you will be up soon. Oh, and here are your key cards, Sheila will show you to your rooms.”

In perfect harmony the girls said, “Thank you.”

Violet and the Hotchkiss’s were having a semi private conversation as we followed Sheila’s magnificent ass to the elevator, upon arrival at the twenty-first floor we were greeted by five staff members, introducing themselves and their function, and Molly from the restaurant.

Violet says, “I’m going to go get something to eat, with or without any of you.”

I say, “Aren’t you going spruce up a little, first? The girls are doing that now, they’ll be ready and you won’t.”

As she sat up and headed to the master bath. “I guess you’re are right.”

Just then there was a knock on the adjoining room door. I unlocked it, and welcomed Mr and Mrs Hotchkiss in. George asked, “Ready to go eat?”

I said, “Sure am, been waiting on you, Let’s go.”

“I wish you would let me pay, our own way here.”

“Don’t concern yourself with it, it will be a business expense.”

“The way your family is treated here, at this hotel and the State Attorney General talking to your wife like old friends. You must me someone important, but I never heard about you, before. Who are you?”

“I’m just a guy who wrote a couple of books. The two young ladies are half of my authoring team. Violet is the famous person.”

We arrived at the restaurant, was greeted by the hostess, “Mr. Marshall, how pleasant to see you again. We have a table for six reserved for you. Will their be only three of you tonight?”

“No, the others will be along shortly.”

“Molly will be serving you. Enjoy your meal.”

Mrs. Hotchkiss poked her husband and said, “George, now I will tell you who they are. He wrote the book, that got all those big shot lawyers disbarred and some went to prison a couple years ago, his wife was one of the attorneys against the bad ones.”

“I remember now. Is your wife a striper?” You could see the hunger in his face.

“No! she is not. That was the other attorney, the victim in the case.”

In came violet and the girls. When all were seated, Molly appeared at our table. “I’m Molly, I will be your server tonight. May I take your drink order now.”

“Lighten up, Molly. We’re old friends.” She nodded to George and his wife. I said, “Treat them just like us.”

“Ok, old friends, what the Hell do y’all want to drink? How’s that John?”

“Better, for awhile there, I thought I should go back to the room, and put on my tuxedo.”

She took our drink orders and departed.

I looked at Mrs. Hotchkiss, getting her attention and introduced myself. “I’m John Marshall, this is my crew; my wife Violet, her daughter Samantha Yoss, and Hannah Boak. We write books mostly about people who are victims of deceit and fraud.”

“We’re George and Linda Hotchkiss. How did you know before we did, about being victims of fraud by those two crooks?”

“We didn’t, we just stopped for a place to stay while our trailer was being worked on. The rest unfolded right in front of us. The same thing happened in North Carolina at The Mayberry Inn. We bought it then, cause we didn’t think it should be bulldozed and a high rise hotel built in it’s place. But this time we are going to make sure they go to jail.”

George said, “How will I act, what should I say?”

“Just wait till tomorrow morning, the Attorney General will instruct you.”

“Boy are we lucky you came along.”

Samantha piped up, “We are lucky to have met you, too. We are doing research on a new book, would you mind if we interviewed you?”

Linda said, “No, we don’t mind, if it is about Athens, we’re local, lived here our whole life.”

The hostess came to our table, “Mr. Marshall, one of our guests would like to have your autograph. Would that be ok?”

“That will be fine as long as we are not eating send them over, we can chat and sign for them. Send as many as there are interested.”

She went to a table and spoke to a nice looking lady, about my age, and must have been the one. She got up and came over, kinda sheepishly, and said “So nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Marshall, Hannah and Samantha. I have all your books. Molly the waitress, is my daughter. I have heard so much about you. Nice to meet you too.” Motioning to George and Linda, “I’m Holly by the way.”

These are our friends, “George and Linda Hotchkiss. Have you eaten yet?”

Just then Molly brought our drinks. “Hi Mom, you came down. My Mom read the book you sent me, then after that, she bought the others. That Georgie is something else, I never would have guessed she was only fifteen, when I met her. Are you folks ready to order.”

I looked at Holly, and said “We will be here for nine days, if you will bring your books by, we’ll autograph them for you. If you haven’t eaten yet, would you care to join us?”

“Oh, I couldn’t, but thanks anyway.”

Good old out spoken Samantha says, “Are you going to fuck her, Dad?” Then, “Oh shit!” Then left the table in a hurry.

Violet tried to cover that up, “Don’t pay any attention to her, that’s something we joke about at home, you see. John used to be quite the ladies man, before me, now he is settled down.”

Linda says, “Well if he’s any kind of a motel owner, he’ll have a terrible time staying on the straight and narrow. Right George?”

George replies, “Please ... Linda.”

She snickers.

Violet orders, then excuses herself, to see about Sam.

Mary the hostess, comes over again and says, “I hate to bother you again, but that couple would like to meet you also.”

I noticed they were done eating and said, “Come on Hannah let’s go meet them.” Just then Samantha and Violet were returning, I motioned for Samantha to join Hannah and I walking to the couple.

I said to them, “Do you mind if we join you, for a minute.” Grabbing a third chair from another table as we sat down. “I hope I got the correct table, I’m John Marshall, this is, Hannah Boak and Samantha Yoss, we were told you wanted to meet us.”

“We are Sam and Rose Jackson.” Replied Rose. Looking at the girls she said, “I thought you would be older, from the style and maturity of your writing. It must be John writing and you two doing research. He gives you equal credit, what a nice man.”

“You are terribly mistaken and rude, to and about them, they’re very talented, as a matter of fact. They wrote the whole last book by themselves. Our publisher put my name on it, because he felt it would hurt sales if I was not listed. Against my wishes I might add.”

She was dumbfounded, but recovered quickly. “I’m sorry, I was terribly rude to you, it’s just that so much talent from someone as young as you two look, is exceptional.”

Hannah speaks, “That is ok, we get that a lot. John is too protective of us. He has been teaching us since I was a Junior and Sam was a Freshman in high school and I guess from what people say he has done a terrific job.”

“I’ll say he has, so what are you working on now?”

Looking at Samantha first them me, she says, “It is about Athens, kind of boring so far, we almost abandoned it twice. We are here doing research right now. Sorry, foods here, nice to have met you.”

The place was emptying now the staff was disappearing, also. It is eight O’clock. Erika and Christine came over to me and gave me a big hug and little kiss on the cheek.

George looks at me and whispers, “Are you going to do them, too.” And chuckled.

Violet who is on the other size of me, whispers to George. “If he has time, but he has a long waiting list.”

George’s chin drops, and his mouth hangs open.

Everyone is done eating and George and Linda are the first to go to their room. Then Violet and the girls. I go to the bar for a night cap.

Back at the suite, there is a knock on the connecting door, Violet answers fairly skimpily dressed, but not anything showing, but it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra under her thin house coat, her dark areola were evident. George’s mouth dropped again, he stammered “I want to see if John wants to go get a night cap?”

Violet smiling now, because of George, said “That is where he is right now, upstairs.”

“Ok, thanks.”

George walks in as I am talking to Erika, Molly, Christine behind the bar and Mary the hostess, who is off in a few minutes. “Wow, you do have quite a following.” Spying Mary with her top three buttons undone.

“How old are you George?”

He answers “Fifty-eight John, why do you ask.”

“I’ll bet you still have plenty of lead in your pencil, too. Mary go change your clothes and leave the bra off, what size is it anyway?”

“36F, does that mean you’re going to have time for me this trip?”

“For sure.” as she heads to the kitchen.

“John, that’s not fair, it’s my turn, cause I missed out last time.” says Christine.

“I’m not going with anyone tonight, I’m just warming up Mary for George here.”

“Do you think she will go for me tonight?”

“I have control over her, and I want a little revenge on her, for the last time. I will be here all week girls, we will have plenty of time together, to trade intimacies. Now tell me, how is your love life, are you getting any cock.”

Just then, Mary comes back, what a knock out she is in street clothes with her juggs on high beam as she jiggles up to us. “Is this better boys?”

There’s George with his mouth open again.

I’m standing beside her with my one arm around her and the other up under her blouse fondling her breast and it is a nice one too. “I will make plenty of time for you, later this week, But right now I’m empty, if you have a day off this week we’ll spend it together, how’s that? But right now I would appreciate if you would entertain my client, George here. He’s so horny, he can’t keep his mind on business. “Think you could do that for me, sweet Mary?”