Chapter 3

Elly woke me with breakfast in bed; scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. At the lawyer’s office I took care of the paperwork and received a couple of very big checks. I stopped at a branch of my bank and handled a few details, including a cash withdrawal. Between all my accounts, I now had a bit over fifty-seven million!

I got in the car and told Elly, “Congratulations! Now you’re the richest kid you know!” I handed her three thousand in cash.

She squealed with joy, “REEE! WOOOO! YEAH! EEEE!”

“So what do you want to buy first?”

She thought a moment. “A cell phone, so I can talk to you after I leave. I’ll miss you so bad!”

“I’ll miss you a lot too, but we can talk almost every day. And if you still like me when you’re sixteen...”

“But that’s FOREVER!”

I kissed her cheek. “I know it feels like it, but you’ll survive without me a few years. You’ll probably fall in love with at least five other boys by then. You’ll be happy.”

“Not without you!”

I hugged her and held my cheek next hers. “So what else do you want to buy?”

“A nice laptop. I’ll need one for school. And some games for it, and...”

The items she bought at a jewelry store really touched my heart, two necklaces. She gave me one with a pendant “Elly”, and hers said “Erik”.

After she bought us lunch on the way home, she had ten dollars left. I gave her another thousand for later.

Elly put the laptop on the kitchen table and started installing a game on it. I set mine down next to it and checked the news. I didn’t suspect anything when she said, “This is taking a long time. Back in a while.”

She went in the studio and brought out a few framed poster-sized photos I had taken and set them on the table, one at a time. She must have unlocked the closet to get them. I felt my pants pocket and remembered handing her the keys to unlock the door as I carried in a few heavy things. The first portrait was two nude women holding cigarettes and blowing smoke on a penis. My penis.

The next was her mother Jean, taking a puff from a cigarette with two fingers in her vagina and another in her anus. My fingers.

The third was the lower halves of a naked man and woman. Jean’s legs were spread wide and my condom-clad cock was just starting to enter her slit.

I was totally flummoxed. “You shouldn’t ... but I ... they...”

She asked, “So these are the kinds of pictures you like to take? And the kinds of things you like to do?”

I felt myself blushing in shame as I nodded guiltily. She asked, “I want to be sure I understand the law. I inherited my mom’s purse, so it’s mine now, right?”

“Of course.”

“Good!” She took a pack out of it and held a long white cigarette in her small fingers.

“So the three packs of cigarettes in it are mine too? I didn’t break the law by buying them?” I shook my head.

“Good! Come in the studio and get pictures of me smoking. I want you to remember, after you get rid of me in two days.” She looked sad and a little angry.

She had an unlit cigarette between her lips and held my hand as she led me to the studio. She took out a lighter, but I said, “Please, allow me.”

The first picture was one of the best. My hand was at the left of the frame holding the lighter, as she leaned forward and touched the tip of her cigarette to the flame, sucking as it started to ignite. I took another three dozen pictures of her in her black dress, smoking and smiling. The black contrasted nicely with the cigarette and the smoke, as my pretty blonde darling puffed away.