Chapter 17

Waking up early Monday, I went to the gym, sensing my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, and did my weight and yoga routines. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then went to the practice range. Today was practice only, so I got two buckets of balls, practiced, and returned home. Mom was talking to Mrs. Lambert and Lana across the street, so I stopped.

Lana said oh my god, he’s the guy in the Nike commercials, Mom. Mom and Mrs. Lambert laughed, and then Mom introduced me to them. I told Lana I’d offer her an autograph, but I’m restricted to paper or selfies after the roe at the club. Mom, Mrs. Lambert, and Lana laughed when Mom told them about my sign on the golf cart. I tagged their phones while that was happening. Then I told them Mom refused to let me go with her for a mom and son mani-peti, and that caused them to bust up laughing. When they walked away, Lana asked her mom what the girls were. Mom got into the golf cart and said let’s get out here before you cause more trouble laughing. We heard Lana scream as we pulled into the garage.

Mom’s phone rang when we got into the kitchen. It was Mrs. Lambert, and she told Mom I made quite an impression on her daughter. But she warned Mom to keep me away from her daughter with my Sharpie, causing everyone to laugh. I said I do offer volume discounts, and the line went dead. Mom and I were laughing, and Mom said it was good that we were leaving at the end of the week. I agreed, then we ate lunch, and HP called, wanting our attorney’s phone number. Mom gave them Todd Brown’s number and asked why HP wanted our attorney’s number. I said to call Mr. Brown, and I’ll explain it once to everyone.

She did, and Todd Brown said he didn’t handle that type of law, but his sister did and transferred us to Debra Brown. When she answered, I asked if she was smarter, younger, and better looking than her brother. She laughed and said yes on all three accounts. I told her I had developed a program to install on HP servers. After describing the program, I told her it was encrypted and for lease only. The program and encryption are my property, and they are leasing the use of the program on a single install per server basis. Lease terms are a three-year minimum lease with a two-year renewal option. I want 5% of the server price and a percentage of increased sales should that occur.

Debra asked if that was all laughing. I said yes unless she wanted to add her name to my list of possible dates in the future. Debra was laughing along with Mom and then hung up. Mom said she would read her book, so I went to my room and checked up on the Lamberts. I was shocked and delighted to see them lip-locked nude on what looked like Lana’s bed. They were lovers, and Jenna looked as good as Lana did. I wondered what Daddy would do if he found out as I checked Lana’s texts, emails, and photos.

It would probably please Daddy that his daughter wasn’t interested in boys at this stage. There were PG pictures of her two girlfriends on her phone. They were cheerleaders, too, and all texts and emails were tame. Lana’s mom wasn’t as careful and had several pictures of men with large dicks and nude women. But her texts and emails were tame, like her daughter, almost like they knew daddy was monitoring them. The last random picture was of them using toys. I created a file in the cloud, transferred everything, and then deleted the files. Then I checked on the Carpenter’s and found nothing. I erased the programs from their phones and then checked on Mr. Bradley.

His blond girlfriend sent him a topless photo after he gave her $500 for repairs to her car. She had her sugar daddy and set the hook. Now, she was reeling him in slowly, almost like someone had taught her the process. Supply cash and gifts, then you get a reward, and I laughed as I transferred the files to the cloud. Then I cleared the files off my tablet, and Mom called for me to come downstairs. Mom said we were invited to the Lamberts for dinner, so shower and dress in business casual.

The Lamberts weren’t like I envisioned them to be sitting at the dining room table. Mr. Lambert was shorter than his wife, balding, and overweight. Mrs. Lambert had to be married before or a single mom because there was no way Lana came from his loins. That and two female feet were massaging my crotch during dinner. I just smiled, let them have fun, and talked to Mr. Lambert about his work. He was part of a multiple agency task force tracking down cyber criminals. I tagged his phone during dinner and shook his hand when he left for his home office after dinner.

Mom hugged them, said goodnight, and walked out the door. I hugged Mrs. Lambert first and kissed her cheek while rubbing her crotch. I whispered it was wet and ready, then did the same to Lana and left. Walking home, Mom said those two don’t belong with that man, and I agreed, laughing inside.

When we got home, I quickly washed my hands, hugged Mom goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep. In my subconscious thoughts, I knew they were preparing me for something and wondered if they were preparing me for something on this trip when the dream started again.

The same Asian man in a black Gi was now teaching interviewing techniques. He showed how to put the subject to sleep using a pressure point. The longer the point was held, the deeper the sleep. Then, using hypnosis verbal commands, he showed how to interrogate and control the subject. He instructed me on how to implant permanent commands and actions into the subject. Finally, the Sensi showed how to give the subject a word or phrase to put them under again. Then my dream ended, and I was asleep.

I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, sensed the area, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I warmed up and went out by myself again. I worked on fading my drives, hitting from the rough, and putting. When I got home, Mom said hurry and get cleaned up so we can go to UCLA.

We met with Chancellor White and an administration manager named Mrs. Stanton. We finished the enrollment paperwork, and I was taken to get my picture taken for my ID/credit card for the bookstore and food on campus. I returned, and Mom and I shook the Chancellor’s hand and left. We went to the bookstore and bought some exercise clothes for Mom and me. I got her yoga pants that said “UCLA” on the ass. We were leaving when a voice behind us said Barbara Jackson, is that you? I laughed, and Mom smiled and turned around. She exclaimed Professor Blackman and hugged him. Then she introduced me to him, and he laughed.

So, you’re the reason for all my troubles for the past month. I said we couldn’t allow that to happen. I’ll resign, return to Arizona, and make your life easier, right, Mom? At least there no one knows your ass there, and Mom started laughing. Professor Blackman said you’re not going anywhere if I can help it. And what is your son talking about your ass causing Mom and me to laugh? I told Professor he was the sixth man to recognize Mom walking away from them. But the only one who didn’t say I’d recognize that ass anywhere. Professor Blackman turned red and said I did look there first and we all laughed.

We ended up in his office, and Mom told me Professor Blackman and her dad were friends. I asked him if he had scoped out all of his friend’s daughter’s asses, causing him to laugh. Then he explained your mother would always wear skin-tight jeans, and it was hard not to notice, causing everyone to laugh. We discussed Professor Conners trying to get me to work for her to make money. When he heard about the HP server deal, he was pissed. Professor Blackman assured us that Professor Conners would be so wrapped up teaching she wouldn’t have time for side projects. Mom and I said goodbye to Professor Blackman after she hugged him again.

On the way home, Mom told me not to start laughing. Tight jeans were the style then, and I just smiled. I told her I wouldn’t say anything other than recommend we get Trey to design a wrap to cover her derriere, causing Mom to laugh again. We stopped for Mexican takeout for dinner on the way home. While eating dinner, I told Mom Mr. Lambert reminds me of a pervert in the park wearing a long coat flashing everyone. Mom said my god, you’re right. He fits that image perfectly, laughing.

We sat in the den and watched the evening news. A field reporter was outside of Johnston Photography Studio reporting that last night Billy Johnston and his partner Jack Dooley were arrested for voyeurism, burglary, illegal surveillance, and operating a porn site using illegally obtained photos. According to authorities, there could be over forty charges when this goes to trial. Earlier today, this business and the suspect’s homes were raided. Authorities also seized their website server and shut the site down. According to sources, Billy Johnston had files and pictures from high school. They said this case is the largest of this type they’ve ever seen. There’s a mountain of evidence to go through, and they will keep the public informed.

Mom said oh my god, you were right. He’s a pervert. I told Mom not to worry. Billy and his partner won’t make their trial, and the authorities will destroy all the evidence. We hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke Wednesday and went to the gym, sensing my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, and did my weight and yoga routines. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then went to the practice range. Today was practice only, so I got two buckets of balls, practiced, and returned home. Mom left a note she was at the club but would be home early. I ate lunch, and then the doorbell rang.

It was Mrs. Lambert, and she asked me if we had seen the news last night. I told her we did, and Mom knew Billy Johnston in high school. Mrs. Lambert said mom told her I was great with computers and wanted me to search Mr. Lambert’s computer. I said I would be happy to help, but if what you suspect, he’ll have all living areas covered except his office. She said to give her 15 minutes, and she’ll open the window in his office. I hopped into his office through the window, and Mr. Lambert didn’t disappoint me. He had everything covered by cameras and backed up to a portable drive for his favorite moments. I copied them to my cloud account, then erased and reformatted the drive. Then I searched his computer and deleted all the photos stored after sending them to the cloud.

I shorted a wall plug when I was done, tripping the breaker. I walked out and said all the cameras were dead now that I tripped the breaker. Now, Mrs. Lambert had to do something to keep Mr. Lambert in line permanently. I told her what Mom did with Dad, and she said I’ll get supplies now. I told her to be sure to spike his drink at dinner so she could kit him up safely. And make sure you have tools for enforcement to remind him who’s boss now. Mrs. Lambert hugged me, and we left together.

Mom came home, and I told her what I had done. She laughed, hugged me, and said I’d call Mrs. Lambert later tonight. Maybe I’ll loan out your magic foot before we go to France laughing. We ate dinner, and Mom said she stopped our mail this morning for three weeks. She also called the alarm company, so everything was done. Tomorrow we will go shopping so practice at the club and come home. We’ll be busy most of the day tomorrow.

After dinner, we watched the local news, and the community, schools, and city hall were upset at what happened. The crowd in front of the police department wanted to hang the SOBs. Then, everyone wanted assurance the pictures would be destroyed immediately after the trial. I told Mom Billy and his friend would be lucky to make it to their arraignment. Turning off the TV, we hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep and was used to the thumping, but it was still stronger than when it began and tingling all over my body. It felt different again, lingering in my head longer, and I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke, exercised, practiced my huku, sensed the area, grabbed my walking staff, and took off running my route, keeping a steady speed and stride. When I reached my turnaround point, I increased my pace on the way home. After stretching, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I got two buckets of balls, practiced, then returned home. Mom was waiting for me, smiling when I walked into the kitchen. Jenna Lambert called, said the operation was a success and wanted us to stop by later today. She and Lana want instructions on the video system and your help putting a new door lock on the study.

On the way to the mall, Mom said we didn’t need clothing for the trip. We’re getting sundry items and four European Power Plug Adapter Kits to charge our electronics. It sounded simple, but I knew better, and three hours later, we were done. We stopped at Carl’s Jr. for lunch and got home at 2 p.m. Mom called Jenna Lambert, and they wanted us to come over right away.

Mrs. Lambert and Lana greeted us with hugs, and the fun started. Donald was in “time out” in the guest bedroom so we wouldn’t be bothered. I put a new electronic code deadbolt on the study door and removed the cameras in Lana’s and the master bedrooms. Then, I changed the access code to the computer and gave Jenna and Lana instructions on the video system. I showed them how to transfer their favorites to the portable drive and set up a cloud backup. I explained the system would erase and rerecord every week to ten days. So, save what you want to keep right away to be safe. The last thing I did was remove the tracking software on their phones and installed it on Donald’s. I renamed it a core system app so he couldn’t identify and remove it.

Mom was laughing at the thanks I received walking home. She said those females are going through a major adjustment now, and it’s good we’re going on a trip laughing. Donnie Boy is in for a major lifestyle change now that they have control, and I’ll bet the pervert gets off on it laughing again. Then, Mom went into preparation mode. We went to our rooms, got our dirty clothes, and took them to the laundry room. I started washing clothes while Mom went for Chinese takeout for dinner.