Chapter 40

As I rolled out of bed Thursday morning, the scene on the floor looked like the aftermath of a blue light special. Clothes were strewn all around. I looked back at the blissfully sleeping beauty on the bed. I was taking care of business in the bathroom when I heard a soft sweet voice begging for coffee. "Sex for coffee... sex for coffee. Please!"

I started laughing and came out of the bathroom to see her scratching her scalp, which in turn really mussed up her hair.

"Relax, I'm headed to the kitchen," I said.

This seemed to be our morning ritual. Drinking coffee together and talking about the coming day.

By the time the coffee was ready, Tamara stumbled out to the kitchen in her little robe. I hope I never tire of seeing the way that robe just kissed the tops of her thighs. She was the sexiest woman I had ever known.

We took our coffee out to the patio and enjoyed the early morning view of the golf course. I guess I was used to the sounds of the groundskeepers' mowers because I know they mow every morning at sun up but I just don't hear them.

Tamara asked me about my daughter and her pending visit the next week. I told her Marie would be staying at least a week. "What is she going to think about me living here with you?"

"I think she will be alright with it. She has known a few of my serious relationships and usually got along with those women."

"What about Lena? Do you think she will like her?"

"Marie has always wanted a big sister. I'm more afraid of what kind of ideas Marie will pick up from Lena. I already get an erection every time Lena shows skin."

"I swear, one day I'm going to walk in and find Lena riding your face," she teased.

I stood up and pulled down my lounging pants; my fully erect cock leapt up. Tamara started laughing. "Does thinking about my daughter do that to you?"

"Ever since that first night she teased me, the sight of, or the thought of, your daughter's eighteen-year-old pussy makes my cock hard," I said. "You asked for honesty."

Tamara was still giggling as I pulled my pants back up.

"You know I love you, but I'm human. And to tell you the truth, you affect me the same way, if you haven't noticed."

"Yes, I've noticed. And I understand about Lena's affect on you. I also know that you would never do anything about it."

"I have a question, if Lena has this effect on me, what will Audrey do to me?"

"Do you remember what you told me about Catherine Zeta-Jones?"

"Yes, I said she was the hottest actress on screen."

"Well prepare yourself; Audrey has a very strong resemblance to her."

I covered my head with my hands and groaned.

Tamara started laughing and went to get us more coffee. When she came back she said that I would get to find out for myself next weekend. Audrey was coming in Friday and staying until Sunday.

The phone rang and as usual for this time of the morning, it was Trish. I answered and gave the phone to Tamara. I grabbed my coffee and headed for my study. I logged on and there were not any important e-mails. My stocks were doing okay. The ones Frank sold yesterday dropped as he predicted. I checked the news and nothing looked out of the ordinary.

Tamara came in and said she was meeting Trish at the shop at ten. I told her I didn't have anything planned and would probably go to the course this morning. She went to get ready. The phone rang again, and again it was Trish. "Do you need Tamara?"

"No," she said. "I just got a call from Jerry. Steve got laid off this morning."

"Really? That's too bad, what is he going to do?"

"He doesn't know, he retired from the Air Force and moved here for this job. They had cut backs after losing a government contract."

"Thanks for calling me. I'll give him a call."

Steve answered his cell phone. "Hey Steve, I just got a call from Trish."

"Damn," he said. "Bad news travels fast."

"It does when you care about people. When is your last day?"

"Thirty minutes ago. I got to work and they had a security guard at my desk. I was given a box to pack my things and then escorted out. They didn't even let me get any files off the computer."

"Are you free to play golf this morning? My treat."

"I'm not in a great mood but maybe that will get my mind off things."

We agreed to meet at the club at ten. I called the club and asked if they had a tee time open around ten-thirty. They had an open slot at eleven-oh-eight. I took it and hung up.

I walked into the bathroom where Tamara was finishing her make up. I told her about Steve and she took it like I knew she would. I told her I invited him to play golf and he accepted.

She finished up and we went out to the kitchen.

"Do you think this weekend is a good time to start moving you in?" I asked.

"I think that would be great. I don't know how much I'm going to bring at first. Since I'm going to keep my house intact, I'll probably only bring clothes."

"You can bring anything you like; we can rearrange my stuff to fit yours in."

"Lena will be bringing her bedroom set. Your house is already pretty well furnished."

"I know sweetheart, but a woman needs her things about her, to paraphrase Maureen O'Hara in 'The Quiet Man'."

"I love you," she said. "I've got to go."

"You get to choose dinner plans tonight," I told her as she walked out the back door.

I walked out and watched her drive out of the driveway in her sexy little convertible.

I was at the course at nine-forty five. I checked in at the Pro Shop and asked them to send Steve on to the restaurant when he arrived.

I had just ordered when he walked in. I called the waiter back to take his order.

We chatted a bit about the lay off. He was one of sixty they let go. The company had staffed up for the new contract and then it fell through. I asked him what he was going to do. He said his Air Force retirement pay would see him through for a couple of months along with his savings.

They brought us our breakfast and after we ate, we headed to the driving range. I kidded him about getting a job as a golf pro. He could give lessons to the horny housewives.

We played a pretty quick round. Steve shot even par for the day and I shot 83. I was getting better but playing the same course has its advantages. I suggested we go to the bar and have a beer.

The bartender brought us our beer.

"Steve, what do you know about cars?" I asked.

"I know they go when you press down the gas."

"I'm getting ready to start a subsidiary of Kegler Enterprises that buys cars and then leases them to other companies, mainly our own businesses. KE, Eagle Investments, Tamara's company, Tom's Law Firm and who knows who else."

"What do I know about that stuff?" he asked.

"Probably the same that I do. We can learn together. I would prefer to give the job to someone I know and trust than to a stranger."

"Do I get a company car?" he said jokingly.

We talked a bit more and he said that if I were willing to take a chance on him then he would give it his best. I told him I would match the salary of his previous job. I also told him that his salary would begin that day even though we didn't have an office nor had the company been formed yet.

He left with a bounce in his step.

Timing was everything they say. I was sitting in a golf course bar and who calls me, Phil Jackson.

"Hey, John, how things going?"