Chapter 10

Samantha couldn't concentrate on the TV; she was thinking about what was going on in John's bathroom. Strange things went on here at Trish's and she was trying to piece them together. Thinking about it, she realized how cozy Misty was with John and even Brittney was to an extent. She had seen both the twin's mother and Mel's mother getting friendly with him as well. Not to mention Mrs. Blair. Yet through it all, John came across as a really nice guy.

She continued to channel surf but never really got into any one program. She heard John's bedroom door open and looked up to see Trish go up the stairs with wet hair. John came into the kitchen a few minutes later in his lounging attire.

"Hi, Samantha," he said as he put the opened bottle of wine back in the fridge. "Anything good on TV?"

"Not really. I've just been channel surfing; I've heard it is a fabulous sport for men."

John laughed at her joke as he walked over and sat in his recliner. Samantha was semi reclining on the couch in a long t-shirt. John couldn't help but notice how sexy she was. She had a natural beauty that needed no make-up or special hairstyle.

Samantha was a little nervous. She was decently covered but she wasn't wearing a bra and only had boyshorts on under the t-shirt. She noticed an afghan on the back of the sofa and pulled it down to cover her lower body. John noticed what she did but refrained from making any comment about it.

They were midway through a half hour sitcom when Trish joined them. She had changed into a skimpy nightwear outfit that had boyshorts and a camisole top. Samantha liked the outfit but since she was larger in the bust area, she would be embarrassed to reveal that much in front of John.

Trish came in and plopped onto John's lap and hugged him. "You are the greatest dad a girl could ask for," she said and kissed him on the cheek. She then jumped up and went to the other sofa.

John didn't say anything but thought he might need a cover to help conceal anything that might come up. They all watched TV for a while until John went to bed. Samantha and Trish watched for another hour or so before doing the same.

Wednesday morning came with John heading out of the house for his morning jog. Upon returning, he flipped on the coffee pot as he headed back to his bathroom for a shower. He paused long enough to turn on his computer.

He was sipping coffee and reading e-mails when Trish stumbled into his room and climbed into his bed. "Good morning, sleepyhead. What are you doing today?" he asked.

She groaned and then said they were going to meet Samantha's mother at lunch and get some of Samantha's personal items that she salvaged from her dad's house cleaning.

John remembered he needed to follow up and make sure he had recourse in case Samantha's father showed up and demanded to be let in to see her.

"I thought I would warn you that Carmen is coming over tonight; she plans on spending the night," he said as he turned his chair towards his daughter.

Trish sat up and said, "What? Why?"

"She wants me to make love to her."

Trish sat there with her jaw hanging open.

"After the pool incident the other day, she followed me in here and asked if I was serious about doing her if she were eighteen. She reminded me that today is her birthday. I told her if she came over after her family gathering, I would be willing."

"Dad, you are getting to be such a slut."

"You, Misty, and Brittney started it."

"I know but we didn't approach her. My friends are seducing my father."

"It's a shame my own daughter thought I was too old for girls her age to want me. At least that's what she said at the restaurant one night." He couldn't help but tease her about that.

"Well, I know things now that I didn't realize then. But Carmen? Are you really going to do her?"

"I promised. Hell, my promises are getting in the way elsewhere. If I hadn't promised to keep myself available for you and your cheerleading squad, I might have gotten a little further with Sydney."

"True, but Mrs. Blair is smart and she will come around."

They heard Samantha call Trish's name to which Trish yelled for her to come to John's room. Samantha walked groggily into the bedroom in her t-shirt. Her hair was mussed up and she looked very sweet and demure. Trish scooted to the other side of the bed and motioned for Samantha to join her.

John told her good morning and changed the subject to her dilemma. "Samantha, Trish said you were meeting your mother today, I'd like to talk to her soon about your situation here. I don't want her to think she isn't welcome if she wants to visit you here."

"I appreciate that, but I'm not sure what interaction I will have with my parents. I'm pretty hurt that they just discarded me."

"You are welcome to live here until you decide to go away to college or move out on your own," John said and turned back to his computer. He could hear the girls whispering but tried not to eavesdrop.

John was working on his book when Trish said she was going to make breakfast. She asked her dad if he wanted some and he said yes. He turned to see the girls leave the bedroom and enjoyed watching Samantha leave the room with her t-shirt hanging just below her ass.

John had typed barely a page when his cell phone rang. "Hello," he answered.

"John, this is Sydney. Do you have a minute?"

He was surprised and tried not to show it in his voice, "Sure, what's up?"

"I didn't like the way last night ended. You were being very honest and up front with me and I took it that you wanted me to join in orgies. Well... maybe not orgies, but you know what I mean."

"Yes, I do. I'm glad you called because I wasn't going to. I was going to respect your feelings."

"Please don't feel that way. I want to see you again," she said.

"I do too; we'll talk soon and plan a date," John said.

They hung up and John felt relieved. He walked into the kitchen and the girls were putting the finishing touches on breakfast. John wasn't sure he could ever get used to half naked females running around his house, but he would give it the old college try.

After breakfast John took his recorder out by the pool and dictated some more storyline. Trish approached him and asked if they would bother him if they swam. He told them to go for it. He also had to get up to go answer the door.

Trish and Samantha were in the pool when four guys from the spa company came in the backyard to begin working. John wanted to ask the girls to go inside but he didn't have to. Trish and Samantha both exited the pool and wrapped themselves up in towels and went inside.

John chuckled to himself when he overheard various lewd and complimentary remarks about the girls.

He didn't last long as the noise from the shovels and hammering kept disturbing his thoughts. He stopped by the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water and retired to the den to work.

Trish had dressed and came downstairs and gave him a kiss and she left with Samantha. John had peace and quiet for a couple of hours. His retreat was disturbed by his cell phone. Young Miss Carmen called to let her mother talk to John about her spending the night. John assured her it was okay. Carmen took the phone from her mother and told John she would be there around nine tonight.

John sat staring into space thinking about what he had done so far and what he was expected to do. He wasn't sure he was ready to take on the whole squad but he promised Carmen and he wouldn't go back on his word.

Samantha led the way into the restaurant and up the table where her mother was sitting. Trish thought they would hug, but there was so much tension in the air. Samantha's mother pointed to a rolling overnight bag and Samantha thanked her. She directed Trish to the chair across from her mother and Samantha sat down to her mother's right.

"Sam, I wish things were different, but you have lived with us and you know it wasn't going to last."

"I know, but you and Daddy have just thrown me aside. Would one more year have killed you?"

"Possibly, your father and I discussed divorced five years ago. That's why both he and I have had affairs. I'm sorry for it to be this way, but it has to."

"Well, I'm thankful that Trish is letting me live with them, otherwise I would have to change schools and leave all my friends."

"Grow up, Samantha. You won't see ninety percent of your high school friends after graduation. It would have started a year earlier."

Trish couldn't believe how cold Sam's mother was being. She felt very uncomfortable sitting at the table.

Samantha could see Trish squirming. She thanked her mother again and stood up. They walked out and Trish could see Samantha's body trembling. She didn't know if it was hate or sadness. Samantha cleared that up when she closed the door of the car, "She is such a fucking bitch."

Trish had never heard Sam talk like that before. Samantha then burst into tears as Trish drove away. Trish knew the only thing to ease the pain was shopping; so off to the mall she drove.

John was still on the sofa in the den when Trish came through the door from the garage carrying shopping bags. John cringed at the thought of his daughter loose with his credit cards. Actually he didn't mind, for Trish was very sensible. But the bags she was carrying did not appear to be of the sensible nature.

Trish sat the bags on the table and helped Samantha deposit hers as well. She then took Sam by the hand and led her to the den. "Dad, Sam needs some serious attention. Would you please just hold her for a few minutes?"

Sam had a shocked look on her face but didn't pull away as Trish guided her to the spot next to John. He opened his arm up and Sam settled in next to him. John pulled her close and she started sobbing. Nothing was said and Trish left them alone for about an hour.

Trish liked what she saw when she came back downstairs. Sam was cuddled up under John's arm and appeared to be asleep. John was stroking her hair and saying nothing. Trish gave her dad a thumbs up.

There was no telling how long the cuddle fest would have gone on if the phone hadn't rang. John took the call and it was business. He eased off the couch and Samantha awoke. He went to the bedroom to continue the conversation with his agent.

Trish heard him say something about next week and flying to California. John was arguing that he didn't want to go to California. His agent told him the first meeting would be there and most of the work would be at John's home.

Sam walked up to Trish and hugged her. "Thanks for throwing me at your dad. It felt good to be held. I can't remember the last time my dad held me like that."

"Think nothing of it. He likes you and I'm sure he got as much out of it as you did. He went a long time without being able to hold me."

They went upstairs to sort out the purchases while John was still talking on the phone.

When John hung up, he went into the backyard to check on the progress of the spa. He saw the workers smoothing the last of the concrete. The foreman told him that it would be cured enough by Friday to set the hot tub in place. He confirmed that the gazebo would be in town the next day.

The workers cleaned up the area and left. John decided he needed to relax in the pool and stripped off his clothes and dove in the pool. He swam twenty laps and was greeted by Trish when he finished.

"Nice form... for an old man," she teased.

"Thanks," John answered reluctantly. "Where's Samantha?"

"She's taking a shower. I told her we would go out to eat and then take in a movie."

"Where would you like to eat? I will go with you and then come back here to wait for Carmen."

"So you really are going to go through with it," she commented.

"Do you think I shouldn't?" he asked.

"I guess I'm just a little envious. Actually Carmen is a great girl and deserves a night with you. What about Samantha? What are you going to tell her?"

"I'm not going to tell her anything; I expect you to handle things with her."

"Thanks a lot."

John realized he was naked in the pool and asked Trish to hand him a towel. She stood at the ladder as he exited the pool and licked her lips. "That looks yummy," she said as John wrapped himself in the towel.

John took the girls to a nice restaurant for dinner. They left for the movie and he drove back to the house. He was home maybe thirty minutes when his phone rang.

"John, I hate to do this to you, but my grandmother came to dinner and I need to spend some time with her. Can you forgive me?" Carmen sounded like she was in pain.

"Absolutely, family is very important. We can reschedule another time if you still want an old man like me."

"John, I am so wet thinking about being with you. Please, tell me you still want me."

"I do, but now you'll have more time to think about it."

John hung up and thought about calling Sydney but decided against it. He had the quiet house all to himself and put it to good use by working on his book.

Trish thought of her dad during the movie; she doubted she would have ever had the nerve to get physical with him. She also thought about what was going on at the house. She wanted to say something to Samantha on the way home but decided to let nature take its course.

Pulling into the garage, she noticed Carmen's car wasn't in the driveway. It was almost eleven and the lights were off in the main part of the house. She and Samantha went upstairs to their rooms without making too much noise. Samantha made a comment that John must already be in bed.

John heard the girls come in and purposely stayed behind closed doors in his bedroom. He didn't want to answer questions from Trish.

John did his usual run and coffee when he awoke. He was reading e-mails when Trish crawled into his lap.

"So did your evening go well?" she asked.

"Of course," he responded. "Did yours?"

"The movie was good. But I want to hear about yours."

"A gentleman doesn't tell tales."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?"

John told her about Carmen calling and that he just spent a quiet evening alone. Trish said she wished he'd joined them at the movie.

Trish was telling him all about the movie when the doorbell rang. John answered it and went around the back of the house to let in the workmen. John left them to their work and went back inside. He noticed Samantha had joined Trish in the kitchen and they were making breakfast.

After breakfast, he told the girls he was going car shopping if they wanted to tag along. Samantha said yes, but Trish declined. She said she was going to meet Misty and Brittney at the mall.

John glanced at Samantha. She had a look on her face that seemed to show she didn't know what to say so he said, "Oh darn, I'll have only one sexy blonde with me today."

Samantha laughed at John's statement and said, "I'll see if I can give you enough attention for two." Actually, she was glad John said something. She realized living here would be just that, living there as a part of the household. She couldn't expect Trish to be with her everywhere she went.

Trish was glad her dad said that. She liked Samantha, but she had her other friends and liked doing things with all of them.

John said he had to shower and get dressed. He asked Samantha if she could be ready in an hour and she said yes. They cleaned up the kitchen and then all disappeared to get ready for the day.

Before John and Samantha left, he checked on the workmen; he told the foreman he would be gone for a couple of hours.

John noticed Samantha wore a conservative pair of shorts and a top that just barely covered her belly button; sexy but demure he thought. John didn't prime the conversation pump and neither did Samantha, so the drive to Dealership Row was quiet.

John first visited the Mercedes dealership but didn't like what they had to offer. He had the same experience at the BMW. His next stop was at the Porsche dealership. He and Samantha had barely stepped out of car when a salesman approached. He said his name was David and asked if he could show them anything.

John mentioned the Cayenne to David and he said, "We have several in stock. Please follow me." In the showroom, John looked at several but fell in love with a Cayenne Turbo that had been special ordered. David explained the husband ordered it and the wife told him if he took delivery of it, she would get it in the divorce. David then told John that if he wanted it, he could have it for a nice discount.

During the test drive, David explained all the features and he pointed out what had been special ordered. John was just interested in the way it handled and the 450 hp V-8 was awesome. While sitting in David's office, he asked John if he would be trading in the Mercedes, to which John answered no. After signing all the paperwork and writing a check, John asked when it could be ready. David explained their make ready process and John said he would pick it up the next day. John then escorted a very quiet Samantha to the Mercedes and they headed back to the house.

Samantha finally broke the ice and said, "I'm impressed. My dad bought a car a couple of months ago and you would have thought he was dealing for the crown jewels. He haggled over everything."

"I think it has to do with knowing what you are buying. I researched the Cayenne on the Internet and knew what the price should be. I lucked into a deal where they had a vehicle that had features that most people wouldn't readily accept. I love that lapis blue and the gray interior. I saw what had been added and it didn't detract from it."

"Still," she replied, "the salesman treated you like a special person."

"I think it helped to have a pretty girl with me," John stated.

He noticed Samantha blushing. He also thought to himself that arriving in a 2005 CL500 didn't hurt.

"Can I go for a swim when we get back to the house?"

"I don't see a problem unless the workers are still there, you might distract them."

This time she giggled as well as blushed.

Samantha couldn't help but think John was flirting with her. She couldn't make up her mind about him; sometimes she saw him as a sexy male and other times as Trish's father. She let her mind wander the rest of the drive back.

The workers were loading their trucks when John pulled up. He walked out and the foreman told him it was finished. John asked about the operating instructions and the foreman told him to call the salesman and he would come out and explain everything. John thanked him and dialed the spa company. He asked the sales representative that sold him the spa to come out that afternoon.

Samantha was standing in the kitchen when he entered though the garage. "You can swim to your heart's desire. The hot tub is finished and the guy who sold it to me is coming over in about an hour to explain all the features."

Samantha thanked him and went upstairs to change. On the way up, she decided she would wear the skimpiest bikini she had.

John called Trish to find out what was on the agenda for the night. Trish told him Brittney and Misty were coming over and asked if it was okay for them to spend the night. John rolled his eyes and said it was fine. After hanging up, he wondered if he was going to be alone in his bed tonight.

He was outside looking at the gazebo when Samantha walked up. She had a towel in her hand and was holding it up to cover her almost naked body. John opened the door and stepped in.

"Awesome!" exclaimed Samantha. "When can we use it?"

"After I get the information from the spa company; but probably tonight. By the way, Misty and Brittney are coming over and will be spending the night."

Samantha said okay and she turned to get in the pool. John watched her saunter to the pool. He felt an immediate erection spring up when she leaned over to spread the towel on the lounger. She did the little movement to smooth her bottoms and dove into the pool; John needed some relief and was glad his harem was coming to the house tonight.

As John walked by the pool, Samantha noticed a bulge in his pants and she smiled that she caused it.

John had changed into a pair of shorts that doubled as loungers and a swimsuit. He heard the doorbell ring and opened the door to see spa sales rep. John led the way to the gazebo and the sales rep explained the care for the pumps and the chlorine additive. It took a little more than an hour but when the rep left, John knew what all the knobs and buttons were for. When the rep found out John used a pool service, he suggested he have them take care of the hot tub as well.

John called the pool service and asked if they could send over the pool cleaner to check out the hot tub. Within five minutes John's phone rang; it was Becca. John told her what he had purchased and she said she knew all about hot tubs and would be at the house within the hour.

By the time John was ready to relax by the pool, Samantha was laying on her tummy getting some sun. John enjoyed the view.