Chapter 12

It will come as no surprise to most of the readers that this is not only fiction but bald faced lies. The author has been known to stretch the truth past breaking. He is fully aware that Monster Millions is his own creation and does not exist in reality. He is also cognizant of the fact that this an alternate reality. The names might be real ... the people are not. If your name is in here ... it’s not you ... any of you.

In later years, DNA testing proved that Roger was fathered by his father ... but several of his cousins weren’t ... fathered by Auntie Babs husband. Mr Auntie Bab was neither capable of ... nor inclined to ... the opposite sex. He liked boys.

Mr. Blakenship called my parents, chatted for a few, and asked if I could stay.

“I’ll see she gets to school Monday morning.”

“...”

“Thanks, we want to make Roger’s first time a good one. Might bring him out of his shell.”

“...”

“Oh ... really? Her’s too?”

“...”

“Yes, sir. A weekend to remember ... for both of them. We’ll see to it. A great time. Saturday at your house? Barbecue? A BAND? What time?”

“...”

There was more but all Otto said was, “Bye.”

“You have a hottub and a pool?”

I nodded.

“The hottub and sauna are clothing delete. Suits are allowed in the pool. We have nosy neighbors.”

Then I tugged on Roger’s dads sleeve, whispered magic words in his ear ... sure enough ... he turned into an all night pharmacy. Went inside and came out with a carton of super size.

You didn’t think Otto wouldn’t know the size? Ha ... more fool you!

We pulled in their driveway and parked next to a new Bentley Continental GT ... at least that’s what the name on the trunklid said.

“Nice car,” I said. It’s just a car, I thought.

“Auntie Babs is here!” Roger shouted. He shouted it again, this time in his Dad’s ear...”AUNTIE BABS IS HERE!”

Otto rubbed his ear, “She must have arrived while we were at the Gym.”

Barbara ... aunt Barb was indeed here ... she kissed Otto. Wasn’t the kiss of greeting ... nope.

We were introduced. We exchanged ‘looks.’ Hers was more thorough than mine. After categorizing my ‘assets’ she nodded at Roger. “Make sure he has a good time.”

Ever felt like a rental? Something to be used and returned to Rent a Wreck when you were through with it.

Suddenly I did.

I blushed.

That surprised her.

“I hope I do, too,” I said.

Otto caught the gist of the conversation and whispered in Babs ear.

Confusion ... enlightenment ... embarrassment ... marched across her visage. This was a whole new ball of wax.

“Sorry ... I thought...”

“I know what you thought ... you hired your boys first time ... didn’t ya.”

Her turn to blush ... and she did.

Then she got angry.

Judge me?

Not hardly.