Chapter 144

After a week, Emma Preston had unclenched. She was fairly confident that Dirk Hoffman wouldn’t be looking for her at Carefree. Riley had given her and Ronnie new cell phones so that the bastard couldn’t trace them that way. And someone from the Four Corners security team randomly checked on him in Des Moines.

Emma’s physical pain had eased — time and exercise had worked their magic.

And Riley had been right about the nudity thing. After their first weekend together, neither one felt much embarrassment to be around the other. Even his frequent erections — natural for a 14-year old — no longer caused any discomfort. Compared with seeing all that public sex — well, one more hard-on was no longer an issue.

It wasn’t an ideal situation for the two of them, hiding from an abuser. After the weekend guests left on Monday morning Emma and Ronnie were the only Carefree residents. With the exception of Pussy Day on Wednesdays. Then Ronnie had to go into the village — no males allowed at Carefree. He stayed the day and night with a series of Claire’s whores — Miss Harper, old lady Dawson, Mrs. Simmons — Riley wanted him to get to know the villagers.

Every weekday morning he rode with the other older kids to a middle school ten miles away. Four Corners only educated their children from K - 6.

Each morning before Ronnie left Carefree, a housekeeper came to their apartment with fresh sheets and towels. That each of them was nude no longer surprised Emma — that was just the policy at the resort. The first morning Emma had protested, “Carol, I can change my own sheets, make the bed, do laundry — you don’t need to.”

“Oh no, ma’am. Miss Riley told me to take good care of you and Ronnie.”

Emma had noticed that more and more people were adding a ‘Miss’ when mentioning Riley Clooney.

“Well, thank you, I appreciate it.”

Carol, a sassy 18-year old had who recently started giving blowjobs at Pussy, winked at Emma, “Miss Riley told me what a sexy little guy Ronnie is.”

Emma stared as she gave his penis a friendly pat. “How much bigger does it get when it’s hard?”

Emma bit back a none-of-your-fucking-business retort. Then shrugged, “A couple of inches, I guess.”

Not every maid, and not every day, but Ronnie was receiving a lot of compliments on his physique, his cute little face, his cock.

Riley used the vet — Doctor Ransome — to escalate things in the Preston household. Ransome came by early on Monday morning when the last of the weekend guests were having breakfast, taking a dip, fooling around, before heading back to their work week.

Ransome did her normal, cursory exam on Emma — blood pressure, temperature, heart rate. She was her usual brisk, efficient self. She then placed a lab chart on a clipboard on the kitchen table.

“Emma, Miss Riley tasked me with starting a clinical semen-analysis study on select boys in Four Corners.”

“Semen?”

“Yes, yes. It’ll be a double-blind test. The boys won’t know if they’re taking a fertility pill or a placebo. When I send the results to the Sperm Data Center in Rochester, they won’t know the names of the boys, nor which pill they took.”

“Fertility?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll analyze each sample to determine if the sperm concentration is at least 20 million per millimeter.”

“Oh.”

“Of course I’ll be looking for a motility rate of at least 50%.”

“Uh.”

“As far as total motile sperm count — it should be at least 15 million.”

“I don’t, I mean...”

“Please pay attention, Emma, this is Miss Riley’s directive. Now volume — I want to see Ronnie shooting, let’s see, he’s 14, at least three to five millimeters of cum.”

Ronnie was listening avidly. Not sure what was going on with all that medical mumbo-jumbo. And not sure why the discussion excited him, but he had a beauty of a boner.

Emma’s mind was racing — this had come out of the blue. Ransome said, “All right, here’s how your part works. You’ll take two samples of cum on Tuesdays and Thursdays. First thing in the morning before breakfast. Then that evening around 8.”