Chapter 8

Well, I was finally meeting one of her daughters... Finally? I've only known this lady for two days! I know I move fast but this is getting a little strange. I don't know if it's because I've been lonely or because I was finally comfortable with my new lifestyle. I'd heard of many situations where someone won a lottery and went off the deep end.

I made the reservations for dinner and then called Steve.

"Hey, John, I don't know what strings you pulled but I picked up Jerry a few minutes ago. Just a second, he wants to thank you," he said as he handed the phone to Jerry.

Jerry started with, "Man, I can't thank you enough. I thought I would be in there for a while. I'll pay you back as soon as I can."

I said, "That's okay, just try to remember this the next time you're drinking. Don't drive! Next thing, how's this going to affect your job?"

"If I'm convicted, I'll lose my Commercial License. I'll have to find a job other than driving a delivery truck," he said.

"The attorney I got for you is pretty good and hopefully can get you off. If he does, I want your promise of no more drinking and driving. Okay?" I said.

"I'll really try. I promise!" he said.

I told him I'd talk to him and Steve later and hung up. I doubted he'd be able to stop drinking but at least I could try.

I spent the rest of the day taking care of miscellaneous stuff. I've tried to let my money help me in the day-to-day things. I used a maid service, yard service, and pool service. Each was on a call out basis so they didn't just show up.

It was now time to get ready for the evening and I was nervous. I don't know why, but I guess I do worry about how people perceive me. Well, no matter, I finished up and headed for the garage.

Up to now, Tamara had only seen my SUV and I decided to take the Jag tonight. The S-Type R was a great handling car and I hadn't had it but a month. I tended not to drive it much except for special occasions. I loved it but didn't want to flaunt it.

I called Tamara and told her I was on the way. I asked if there was anything she needed.

"Just you," she replied and hung up.

I arrived and rang the doorbell. I wasn't expecting what I saw. Lena answered the door and she looked so much like her mother they could've been twins.

"Hi, I'm Lena. You must be John?" she said.

"Guilty," I replied, feeling guilty for having sexual thoughts about this 18-year-old vixen.

She let me in and Tamara must have planned this entrance because she came down the stairs looking like a movie star. She had on a mini skirt and silk top. She was wearing 4-inch heels and her hair was perfect. I immediately became sexually aroused and wanted her right there on the stairs.

"You look beautiful!" I stammered.

She walked up beside Lena and they really did look like twins. Their outfits were almost identical. Any man's fantasy was standing before me.

I asked if they were ready to go and they both said yes, so I turned and opened the door. The sight of the two of them walking out the door was better than any movie image I'd ever seen. I was such a 'leg and ass' man.