Chapter 48

We actually set the dining room table for dinner. Roy joined the four of us. He was pretty quiet but Lena was a chatterbox. She kept going on about the happenings at the TV station. Christina ate in silence. I could tell something was bothering her but I couldn't put my finger on it. Tamara had outdone herself on the lasagna. It was very good and I thought about having seconds when she said, "Save room for dessert. I have an apple pie in the oven and vanilla ice cream to go with it."

I pushed my plate away and made a show of licking my lips. Lena and Christina got up and cleared the dishes away. "John, do you want some coffee to go with it? Roy, would you like some coffee?"

He said he could use some and I agreed. She got up and went to the kitchen. Roy looked at me and said, "You're a lucky man. I see how they look at you. All three seem to want to ensure you're happy."

"How much of the story of this weekend do you know?"

"Only that you were attacked and you ended up killing one of them."

"Those guys grabbed Christina. They had intentions of raping her and probably Lena and Tamara. I stepped up and stopped them. Tamara loves me already. Lena loves me because I make her mother happy. Christina may feel she owes me for saving her. I have to help her through that feeling."

"I guess I never looked at it that way. I guess most of us guys see another guy kick butt and that's the part we think about. Not the mental anguish the females go through," he commented

Tamara came walking back in to finish clearing the table. I think she sensed she had stopped a conversation. "The coffee will be ready in a minute. Can I get you anything else?"

We both said we were fine and she went back to the kitchen.

"I still haven't thought much about how I feel about killing that guy. I don't have any remorse as to stopping him. They gave up any chance for humane treatment when they forced themselves on a stranger."

"Mr. Kegler, I've been on the force for four years and I've yet to have to use deadly force. I've only had to draw my weapon once and that was to assist another officer who had fired his weapon. I don't know how I'll react if I ever have to take a life."

"Roy, call me John. I hope you never have to find out. When I was in the Marines, we had a guy in our squad that was the meanest son-of-a-bitch I'd ever known. I saw him get into fight after fight. He almost always won. In a skirmish, he rounded a corner and ran into a teenager shooting an AK47 at him. He pulled the trigger and blew the kid away. I was beside him in seconds. He got real pale and then heaved up his lunch. He was never the same after that. He never fought again. I saw him take a few punches without fighting back. He was discharged soon after that. Death has a weird effect on some people."

Roy just sat there. The girls brought the dessert and the coffee. We started giving Lena a hard time about her appearance on TV. We had noticed she was looking around Christina and me trying to get her face on TV. Tamara said she was surprised she wasn't waving at the camera.

Christina said she would have traded places with her. "I was so nervous, and when that bitch asked me if I was asking for it by dressing the way I had, I wanted to scratch her eyes out!"

Well, Christina was finally voicing what was bothering her.

"I was really proud of Tom and the way he put her in her place. I doubt any man would want her even if she was bare-ass naked!" Christina ranted.

My cell phone rang. I looked and it was Trish. "Hey there! How have you been?"

"That's what I want to know. Can you go someplace where we can talk?" she asked.

"Sure, let me take care of something and I'll call you back in a minute," I told her.

I hung up and said I was going to the study. Tamara looked at me and I mouthed the word, "Trish."

She nodded and I went to the study.

I got comfortable and dialed her up. "Hey, asshole!" she started.

"What?"

"You have been ignoring me and then this shit goes down this weekend. I'm worried and you're keeping me in the dark."

"I'm not meaning to ignore you nor am I trying to keep you in the dark. What brought this on?" I asked.

"I wanted to come over this morning and you told me to stay away."

"It's not what you think. We had reporters all over us this morning. I didn't want to get you involved. We even have an off-duty cop staying here. Hell, I can't even go out to the hot tub."

"Oh... I thought you were upset about me grabbing you the other morning."

"That's nonsense. Do you have a guilty conscious?" I asked.

"Not guilty, but I know I was being bold. I didn't realize how much I cared about you until I saw all the problems going on with the Santa Fe thing," she confided.

Well, blow me over. I flirted with her for a couple of months and now she is showing feelings. Women! "Trish, I care about you too. But you know I'm in love with Tamara. I think you're very pretty and very sexy, but we are just friends. You know there is nothing I wouldn't do for you."

"I know, and maybe I'm just feeling anxiety. You're like a big brother to me. That doesn't mean I don't want to fuck your brains out, though. Incest comes to mind," she said and started laughing.

"That's my Trish. If you want, you can come over for breakfast; say around seven?"

"I'll be there. Should I bring anything?"

"Yeah, how about picking up some hot Shipley's donuts?"

"Can I serve you coffee?"

"Only if you want Tamara to jump your ass. I think you're the only one she gets jealous of, especially the coffee serving. Damn! My tongue is getting hard thinking about it."

"Thanks. Now I know I haven't totally lost my John," she said.

"Okay, we'll see you in the morning," I said and we hung up.

I looked up and Tamara was standing at the door with a pouting look on her face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I felt left out when you came in here to talk to Trish."

"I'm sorry. Trish asked to talk to me away from everyone. I wasn't sure what she wanted so I came in here. Come here and I'll tell you all about it."

She came over and sat in my lap. I explained what Trish and I had talked about.

"You're right about me being jealous of her. I can handle the young ones flaunting themselves at you. I know you love young pussy but I also know you love me. I guess I feel threatened by Trish because you have a history with her."

"Yes, but I've never made love to her, and I have had the opportunity."

"I know. I think I remember you telling me how she was throwing herself at you that morning. She is hot. Now that I've tasted female, I'm sure I would probably enjoy her as well. I don't know if I could handle you fucking her, though."

"Tamara, I love you and I haven't been with any woman you haven't told me to be with. I didn't even make it with Christina, other than oral. My cock belongs to you and you control it."

"Oh, John, you do have a way with words," she said and then she kissed me. We held each other for quite a while. We exchanged little loving kisses.

"We better get back to the dessert. I'm sure your ice cream melted," she said.

We walked back in the dining room. Roy wasn't there and the girls were chatting about going shopping the next day.

I looked around for Roy and saw him come in the back door. I walked over to him and he told me he had gone to check outside. He thought he heard a car in the drive earlier. I looked at him and asked why would that be out of place?

"John, you live on a cul-de-sac. People can circle and exit without having to turn around in your drive."

I knew that but I wanted to hear his reasoning. I bought where I did because I didn't want inadvertent traffic. What I hadn't told anyone else was that I own both lots adjacent to me. I had already turned down double what I paid for both for just one; I wanted privacy and paid for it.

Roy went into the living room and sat in there without any lights on. He was good. Dan seemed to know his people. I wondered if Dan would consider retiring and handling the group's security full time. I would try to remember to bring it up with Tom.

I decided to get some sleep; it had been a hell of a day. I walked into the bedroom and saw a trail of clothes leading to the bathroom. I stopped and picked up each garment: first, a blouse and then a pair of slacks. Then a bra... hmmm... just my size. Lastly there was a little piece of cloth that resembled a thong. I held it to my nose; I knew that scent. The door was open just a crack. I slowly opened the door.

There standing in the bathroom was my goddess. She had on a pair of thigh highs and her six-inch fuck me pumps. She was posing like Vanna White and pointing to the bubble bath like I won a prize. I was looking at the most beautiful, desirable woman I had ever seen in my life.

"Sir, I wish to undress you and slip you into the tub. I plan on caressing every inch of your body and treating you like the prince you are."

"Your wish is my command. Tamara, you're so beautiful and sexier than my words can say."

She helped me out of my clothes and into the bathtub. True to her words she bathed me. My erection was so intense. If a sexy woman, wearing only thigh highs and heels, has never bathed you then you have never been to heaven. She positioned me so my back was to the door and she could kneel by the tub behind me. Her hands were rubbing all over my chest and her face was nuzzled in my neck. She kissed my ears, then my cheek, and then she locked her lips on mine. Her hand went into the water and stroked my cock. I had never cum that quickly in my life. I swear I came on the third stroke. I moaned into her mouth.

"I love you, John"

"Do you realize what you do to me?"

"You were excited, weren't you," she said grinning. "I really do turn you on, don't I?"

"Absolutely! I get such a satisfying feeling every time I'm near you."

"Just a second and I'll join you in the tub." She went into the bedroom and came back in the bathroom a couple of minutes later. She seductively took off her heels and stockings. She stepped into the tub and slid down beside me.