Chapter 6

Twenty minutes in the hot tub and it was time to get out. I walked over to the cabinet that held towels. Tamara was watching me. She asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting us a couple of towels," I replied.

When I returned with them, she had a quizzical look on her face and asked, "How did you know those were there?"

"Come with me," I said. I picked up my pants and got my keys and led her to the French doors that led into the den. As I put my key in and opened the door, she gasped, "Excuse me, but what is going on here?"

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her inside and said, "Welcome to my home."

Her eyes were as big as saucers and she was looking around. She smiled and said, "Well, I guess we did get caught by the owner."

I said, "And I guess I have some explaining to do."

I put her on the sofa and started the fireplace. I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a nice Spätlese. I opened the wine, poured a couple of glasses and proceeded to tell her my story.

"When I told you I was semi-retired, well... that was only a half truth. I'm fully retired. You see I earn enough off interest to live comfortably. I got lucky last year and won a nice little lottery. I used some of the money to re-vamp my lifestyle, put some into real estate, and the balance into money markets, municipal bonds, and other diversified investments."

She interrupted, "And I met you at a bowling center?"

"It seems that you and I have some things in common. I, too, did not forsake my friends. Although the group we were with tonight have no idea what my financial status is. I don't flaunt it. Kind of like the SUV I drive. The Expedition is not a rich man's vehicle but it is more than the average salaried guy. It's two years old so it doesn't flash money."

"I grew up around bowling and even thought about going pro when I was younger, but alas, that did not happen. I feel my best when I'm bowling or just hanging out there. By the way, the golf course behind here is part of the country club and I'm a member. I play 2-3 times a week."

She interrupted again, "Exactly how much are you worth, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, last year, when I collected the lump sum payment, the after tax money was a little over $78 million," I replied.

She dropped her jaw and almost her wine glass.

"After re-vamping my lifestyle and setting up a company for investing in real estate, I'm earning interest on about $64 million."

She got up and picked up both glasses and went to the kitchen for more wine. She said, "You're a little shit. Pretending to be trespassing to get me all worked up. I ought to slap you silly, or throw you down and fuck you silly."

"The latter would be quite nice thank you," I teased.

"So now I know how you knew how much this house cost. You're very sneaky," she said as she put down the glasses and climbed on my lap. Her towel conveniently came undone and she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

We kissed and fondled each other for about twenty minutes. I asked if she wanted a tour of the house or did she just want to go bed. She told me to take her to bed. I stood up with her legs wrapped around me and headed to the bedroom. I loved how petite she was.