Chapter 21

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, and then drove the golf cart to the practice range. There was a black SUV parked at the curb by the practice range when I drove up. An older man got out and got his clubs from the rear, and the SUV pulled away. After introductions, we warmed up and then teed off.

He thanked me for disrupting the terrorist plans in such an effective manner. Alive would have been a circus shit show and brought more attention to their cause. No one knows my family, or you were involved. The investigation now is focused on where they are from, how they got into the country, and who hired them. Sam Barton is investigating my aide, who is in serious condition with a severe concussion at the hospital. He can’t remember anything about the last few days, and we laughed.

When we finished the round, Senator Willingham said if I needed anything, do not hesitate to call me and handed me his card. I had purposely not said or acknowledged I was involved or offered details of the affair. I didn’t know him from Adam, and there is no telling what a politician will do. That’s why I’m glad I tagged his phone during the round. We shook hands, and he left, and I drove home.

Mom had left a note I’ve gone to the gym and marina. I will bring dinner home, so I ate lunch and then went to the workshop to finish my program “Guest Sender.” When I completed the program, I emailed myself through Jenna Lambert. It said, “TJ, I’m ready for my Pool Boy to visit me. Hurry, please, Jenna. “I was laughing as I checked her email. There was no sign I had sent her or received an email from me. Then I sent Sam Barton the photos I took of the terrorists through Chase Banks ad email system. The message was, “Do you know who is sleeping in our foreclosed House?”

Then, I checked the terrorist’s laptop and found out who had funded their excursion. It was the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia himself, and they had almost a million in their Bank account. I changed their login and password, copied their emails and banking information to a USB stick, and then reformatted the hard drive. The laptop was a low-cost model they would have destroyed when the job was done. I put everything into my stash room and then checked on Chloe.

Chloe had an active text conversation with her girlfriends, Toni and Sonya. They were upset Chloe didn’t introduce me to them after teasing them with the photos. Chloe said I’d introduce you when it’s just us and not a crowd. Besides, I didn’t want you to go home with wet panties, and they used crying emojis. Chloe promised to arrange a pool date so their wet panties wouldn’t be noticed, and they utilized laughing emojis. I tagged Toni and Sonya on Chloe’s contact list so I would have access to their conversations. Then I sent Chloe a text saying I missed my cabana girl yesterday. Chloe texted her friends she had to go and ended their conversation. Sensing Mom was on the way home from the marina, I flipped the dummy switch, locked up, and returned to the house.

I picked up Mom’s tablet and continued reading her new book, “Executive Assistant.” Laura had adapted to her new role, and Tony Brooks, her boss, was now her work husband. He was a demanding taskmaster, unlike her docile husband. They went on their first trip, and Tony blindfolded and tied her spread wide open on the bed. Tony told her this hair wouldn’t do and shaved her pussy and asshole. She was dripping wet when he finished, and he said I expect you to keep it that way. He spanked her pussy, causing her to orgasm, then inserted his spear, bringing her to multiple climaxes. While cleaning him, Tony said this for our next trip, rubbing her star, and she orgasmed again.

I sensed Mom was near, so I reset her book, turned off the tablet, and went to my room laughing. Mom called upstairs and said she was home and dinner was ready. While eating dinner, Mom told me about her marina visit. Mr. Bradley was taking most of the profits and doing minimal repairs. She told him to develop a budget where 1/3 of the profits go to repairs and maintenance. Another 1/3 goes to capital improvements, and he takes the final 1/3 as his management fee. And when she returned on Friday, Mom told Mr. Bradley to have his insurance policy ready for her review.

Mom said Mr. Bradley didn’t look well when she left, and we laughed. After dinner, we watched another sailing DVD, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep, and it felt the same. The thumping started, and the vibrating feeling lingered in my head, then tingling all over my body, and I started sweating as the work continued being done. I got up during the night, showered, changed the sheets, and went back to sleep.

Waking up Tuesday a little stiff and sore, I went to the gym, sensing the area on my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I immediately noticed something was different after getting two buckets of balls and taking two practice swings. I adjusted my grip, and it was better, but I needed new clubs again. I completed my practice and then returned home.

I called David Brooks at Titleist, and he laughed and then said he would send new clubs. Then he asked about pants and shirts. I said I needed the next size for shirts and the pants two inches longer. My waist was the same. David said he would send them to me right away. I told him about my agent change, and he agreed it was needed. Then David said my commercials for Japan increased their sales and wondered if I could do a promo tour. I told him to call Janice Stanford, my agent at WME. I wanted to include the other companies if I was going over there. David said he would call her and let me know what happened.

After eating lunch, I called Callaway, and they agreed to send my new clubs. Mom came home from the club, and I asked her to measure me. She laughed, and the fun started when we went to my room. I was now 5’11 ½ “tall and weighed 170 lbs. Mom said we’ve worn out our returns and must buy new clothes. She said to get everything out of your closet and dresser that no longer fits. I’ll change clothes, and we’ll go shopping and left laughing.

When Mom returned, she said shit, that’s a lot of clothes. I told her the Nike pants and shirts they would replace. Everything from France still fits what you see is from Trey’s show. Mom felt better and said Mathéo called, and they are coming here to tailor three suits for me. They needed me to do a taped interview for the fashion show. It will be included in the broadcast along with several other models at the show. I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going, and we stopped at the Bradford’s house. I groaned, and Mom laughed, then said Amy and Chloe wanted to come along too.

Amy and Chloe came out, got into the SUV, and Mom took off for the mall. They were talking, and I was quiet, giving Mom a disgusted look. All three had opinions on what I should get, so I selected what I wanted to their disappointment. I said when we’re done with me, I’ll pick out some things for you to try on and wear and smiled. They got agreeable quickly after I said that.

Chloe slipped into my changing room, so I pinned her to the wall. While French kissing her, I ran my hands all over her body. I stopped at the important parts and paid attention to them, and she was shaking and moaning. While licking her ear, I told Chloe, my cabana girl better be ready the next time I come over. I spanked her ass and nibbled on her ear, and Chloe loudly moaned and went limp in my arms.

I set her on the changing room bench and left. When Chloe came out, she quickly went to the bathroom. Mom and Amy returned with several other things for me to try on. When I returned, Chloe looked better, and my shopping trip finally ended. We stopped at an Italian restaurant for dinner, then dropped off Amy and Chloe. On the way home, I told Mom never to do that to me again. Mom laughed and said I was right. She thought it would be fun, but it became a battle of different opinions and tastes.

Mom asked why Chloe was so quiet during dinner, so I told her part of Chloe’s visit to the changing room. Mom was laughing and said Amy is getting Chloe on the pill before she starts high school. They’re worried about Chloe’s hormones being out of balance, hoping the pill will solve the problem. I told Mom I’ll do my part to help, and she laughed. We watched another sailing DVD, then hugged goodnight and went to bed. I fell asleep, and it felt the same. The thumping started, and the vibrating feeling lingered in my head. And I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep. Then, my vision started.

I was in a bootleg lab, and a man was mixing chemicals and talking to himself in Russian. He said Sonya and her friends will be so horney taking my vitamins they’ll screw anything. Viktor will give me a fortune once I add the addictive ingredient and field-test it. I left the lab and saw it was a garage, so I went to the mailbox, pulled out a letter, saw the name and address, and my vision ended.

Waking up at 1 a.m., I dressed in dark clothing, kitted up, and rode my e-bike to the lab address. I picked the lock to the kitchen door and silently walked to the master bedroom. An overweight man was sleeping on the bed. I used the three-finger pressure point punch to his lower chest. The man gurgled a few times and stopped breathing, so I left the house and picked the garage side door lock. I knocked over several bottles of chemicals, then lit a match and left with the chemist’s laptop. The fire was going strong when I left and rode home. I put the chemist’s laptop into my stash room and returned to bed.

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, and then drove the golf cart to the practice range. I got two buckets of balls and practiced, then went home. I would wait until my new clubs arrived to play another round.

After eating lunch, I went to my workshop and emailed Amy from Brentwood High School using “Guest Sender.” It said, “Parents, It has come to our attention that some female students that graduated middle school are taking bootleg vitamins to stimulate their growth. All they simulate is their hormones, and they are extremely dangerous. Ask your daughters to stop taking them immediately and destroy the remaining vitamins. Authorities are looking for the supplier, so do not investigate yourself. We appreciate your cooperation.”

Then I got out the chemist’s laptop and checked it out. I was amazed at the list of formulas he had on file. Two hundred and seventy-one listed on his index. I couldn’t find a name anywhere other than David Jones on the letter in the mailbox. While browsing the computer, I printed the data he collected on his vitamin formula. I determined from the list that he worked for or with Russian intelligence. I wanted to try several formulas, but not now, and shut down his computer. I pulled the battery, opened the case, and found no trackers or bugs. After putting everything back together, minus the battery, I put it into my stash room.

Sensing Mom was leaving the gym, I flipped the dummy switch, locked up, and went to my room. I read the chemist’s research and plans for the drug. The purpose of it was to create a drug that would turn women and girls into sex machines. Once the drug was taken for 90 days, changes to their reproductive system would begin. Early testing showed the subject’s loyalty to anyone who helped them reach orgasm. He could not determine how long it lasted if the drug was stopped. His first test subjects would be young teenage girls, and then expand the study to use it in the brothels for a thorough test.

After sensing Mom was near, I destroyed the paper, having learned what I needed to know. When she arrived, Mom called me to the kitchen and told me Amy got an email from Brentwood High School. It said girls graduating Middle School took bootleg growth vitamins, and Chloe was one of them. The notice said all the vitamins did was boost their hormones and was extremely dangerous. Amy flushed the remaining vitamins and will have Chloe’s blood checked at their doctor’s appointment. Mom said the word spread like wildfire, and over 30 girls took them. She said I hope they catch the bastard cut his dick and nuts off.

While eating dinner, the doorbell rang. It was my golf clubs from Titleist and Callaway. I pulled them inside and returned to dinner. Mom said Janice Stanford called and said David Brooks called her about us doing a tour of Japan. She told me Andrew Finkleman’s notes and files are for shit, and he refuses to answer questions. Mrs. Stanford is trying to contact all the Japanese companies to see if they want you to visit. I told Mom I’d call Mrs. Stanford tomorrow. Asshole Finkleman will answer all her questions, or I’ll sue him into the poorhouse. He doesn’t realize that the settlement was with WME, not him. Tomorrow, I’ll educate him and then call Mr. Brown.

After dinner, we watched another DVD on sailing and then watched the late local news. A garage fire brought authorities to a house that had an illegal lab. When the fire was extinguished, they discovered a man’s body believed to be Russian. Authorities said the house belonged to Dave Jones, and they could not locate him. The Deadman had four different passports, so that identification could take a while. We turned off the TV, hugged goodnight, and went to bed. I fell asleep, and it felt the same. The thumping started, and the vibrating feeling lingered in my head. And I never noticed when it stopped, and I drifted into a deep sleep.

I awoke and went to the gym, sensing the area on my way. I exercised, practiced my huku using the heavy bag, did a light workout on the weight machine, and then did my yoga routine. When finished, I showered, dressed, went to the kitchen for breakfast and supplements, unpacked my new clubs, and drove the golf cart to the practice range. Today, I would practice with my new clubs and get used to them, so I got three buckets of balls and practiced, then returned home.

Mom said to get your swimsuit. We’re going to the Bradfords to swim and check out what’s for sale at their yard sale. Also, Chloe is in the dumps after the vitamin incident and could use some cheering up. I smiled, and Mom laughed and said all of Chloe’s friends were grounded with no media access. Their parents are pissed they accepted and took a drug from a stranger. I said the parents have a point unless one girl sold them on the treatment. Mom said, You’re right one had to be the facilitator.

I told Mom I needed to call Janice Stanford before we went. When she answered, I asked her to conference call Andrew Finkleman, and she laughed and called. When Andrew answered, he said Janice, stop bugging me. I said hey, asshole remember me. I’m the customer you screw over. Well, I’ll make this call short. The settlement was between WME and me. You weren’t included, so either help Mrs. Stanford or my attorney will be in contact soon. Better yet, I’ll call him right now, start the process, and hung up.

When we arrived, Mom said to go out to the pool and cheer up Chloe. The adults will be in the kitchen gossiping and laughing. I went outside and saw Chloe lying on a lounge on her stomach with her top untied. It was an opportunity too good to pass up, so I spanked her ass. She jumps up, sees me, and realizes her top is still on the lounge. I point to the cabana, pick up her top, and walk that way with her following me. When we got inside, I asked what’s the problem. She said I couldn’t get off anymore once she stopped taking the vitamins and started crying.