Chapter 177

The news wasn’t a surprise to Flynn. Riley simply told him, “It’s time. Start letting people know.”

Riley had discussed the subject with him several times, “You and I are going to start giving Claire some babies.”

Flynn had been intrigued with the idea and, like his mother, honored that Claire had selected him. He understood that her primary hopes rested with Luke and Riley. That he was a backup, a Plan B.

He looked at his mother, “Are you coming with me?”

“No, honey, this is your project. Claire and I expect you to take charge.”

Flynn’s first stop in the Village was at Miss Harper’s. She was surprised to see him, but invited him into her modest bungalow. It was a little after 7 in the evening and she was preparing to go to Pussy for her 8 o’clock shift.

The 23-year-old teacher was wearing a summer robe and had her hair up in curlers. She poured him a cup of tea and smiled, “My, to what do I owe the honor?”

“Claire is looking for new talent, management talent.”

“Like your mother.”

“Yeah, but she’s thinking long term. Riley’s going to give her a couple of Luke’s babies, maybe more than two.”

“Oh. My. Well.”

Flynn went right to it, “You and I are going to give her a baby too.”

Miss Harper was stunned. She stared at him, reached vaguely for the arm of a chair, and sat down. She started to speak twice, then stopped both times.

Flynn watched her with interest.

“But what about my work?” Her question was practical. Not about getting pregnant. Not about getting pregnant by a 15-year-old boy.

Flynn had thought about the question. And about how to answer it. He understood that Riley and Claire expected him to take responsibility for the project. To project an air of authority.

“I want you to keep teaching for as long as you’re comfortable. When you do quit, you’ll still be paid. Now your school is K through 6, so start looking for that one special girl. You know the kind Claire will want — smart, strong.”

“But...”

“Don’t say anything to her or her mother. Just give me her name, and we’ll check her out. When she’s old enough, I’ll decide on getting her pregnant.”

Miss Harper thought about that for several moments, digested the news, considered the consequences. Actually, it wasn’t a bad idea — she did know the kids well. And besides, nothing would actually happen for a few years.

“What about Pink Pussy?”

“The same — you can work there as long as you want. But no going back to the trailers anymore.”

“No?”

“No. Blowjobs are still fine. I told Consuela to pay you the same as you’ve been earning for the bast six months.”

“You did? Oh, thank you.”

“Miss Harper, there’ll be a $25,000 bonus when you give birth.” He smiled, “Double it for twins.”