Chapter 50

I slept until Jaycee stopped near our beach project. Once we were ashore it was apparent everyone was relaxing and the loading for our flight was complete. We didn't waste any time getting aboard and moving out.

We did a quick turnaround at home, settling for sandwiches for our late lunch, and then it was back to the beach for the last load, of freight anyway. Jaycee and I both tried to rest during the loading this time but I was happy when Twako woke us after the deed was done. Everyone but Jaycee and I were staying on the beach. No matter, we'd be back for them in the morning, no matter how long it took.

At least we were in time for a nearly normal supper. I drank a few extra beers this evening; safe in the knowledge that tonight's trip back to France would negate any hangover.

It was surprising we had no thunder or storm this time, but I knew we were going and so did everyone else. We were in bed early and out like proverbial lights seconds later.

When I woke, first, the next morning I realized a new sort of alien trick had been played on us during the night. The house hadn't come back with us. I was waking in my French multi-story hotel of a Castle, without a doubt.

It didn't seem to make much difference right away though, since Tutsie gave my nose a couple of licks when he saw my eyes open and then he gave me a few let's get going barks for good measure. I didn't even try to keep from waking the others as I moved over the women between me and the edge of the bed. I even pinched titties and groped asses as I went.

Tutsie didn't bother chivvying me along; he headed for the bathroom at a run as soon as my feet hit the floor. I didn't waste any time following him either and I was in the shower, pissing down the drain, and washing my hair at the same time, in short order.

By the time I was dry and dressed and wanting coffee, the exodus from bed was getting underway. I was ready for coffee for sure, but I wasn't going to miss out on the show as beautiful naked women climbed out of my giant bed and headed for the facilities.

Meka and Elisa weren't with them though. They came out of the bathroom as the others were walking in. Meka was wearing her Indian princess buckskins today but Elisa had on what must have been Spanish finery fit for some Royal court. Both had mischievous smiles on their faces. It wasn't the first time.

"Come Daddy. We need coffee and Tutsie need walk first," Meka said.

So that's why Tutsie was so frisky this morning. He'd used his potty lawn to pee, but somehow Meka knew he needed to fertilize the lawn. I was already wearing my Glock of course, but I picked up the Marlin that was always standing by my bedroom door as we left. I didn't exactly understand why Tutsie never took a dump on his potty lawns, but he didn't.

Elisa turned a little shy when she noticed that we weren't in Kansas any more as we left the bedroom but Meka urge her on to the elevator, and they scampered inside when the doors opened. Even Tutsie beat me inside it and as soon as I was aboard Meka showed Elisa which button to push for the ground floor.

No matter how big a hurry he was in, Tutsie had some scratching and sniffing to do before he found the perfect spot to dump his load. Elisa giggled at him and then Meka giggled at her for giggling. Finally Elisa noticed the Guillotine.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Daddy chop men's heads of with it. We get to scalp," Meka replied, but I knew she was hamming it up for Elisa. By now Meka could scalp a man, dead or alive, in a heartbeat, but she'd already admitted it was a white man's trick that was blamed on Indians.

"Why do you cut their heads off?" Elisa asked, looking at me but thankfully Meka did the answering.

"Daddy get very mad at men who are mean or have smart mouth to him. He cut more than head off man who treat Fawne mean."

"Who would treat Fawne mean. She is so nice. Is the man still alive? Can we cut more off?" Elisa asked.

"No, he dead. Daddy no leave live enemies behind. He says they make trouble later and better to kill them while they handy," Meka said.

Elisa smiled at that and looked like she was about to say more but Tutsie was through with his business and he announced it to us with barks. We headed back inside, following Tutsie's lead. He knew the way to the dining room perfectly.

The rest of the women weren't down yet and I hadn't expected them. We did have a few changes to our massive dining table. The head end, where I sat, was wider now and there were new chairs there, one on either side of mine. Their seats were a little higher and they weren't as wide as the others. They were obviously for Elisa and Meka. Tutsie's hand made high-stool was ready now too and it was in place beside Meka's new chair.

Francine met us as we entered and after Meka introduced Elisa to her we were seated and a maid came to serve each of us with coffee and pastries to hold us over until breakfast started. Of course Tutsie had his own maid and he barked a friendly greeting as she put down a bowl with a few tasty tidbits and small saucer of milk.

Elisa now had her own Texaco plastic coffee mug this morning but apparently she hadn't believed Meka about the coffee.

"This really is coffee," she said.

"Might taste bad the first few time," Meka said.

"I know, but I've already been through that. Mother always loved it though and of course I had to learn to drink it so I would look grown up. It was awful at first, but I love it now too.

"I though we were in France," she said.

"We are France. This Daddy's castle. It big," Meka said.

"But how did you get lands in France?" Elisa asked me, but of course Meka was still full of herself.

"Daddy kill man own land. Daddy said he was being asshole."

Elisa laughed at her using such language at the table but then I guess she couldn't help trying it herself.

"What was he being an asshole about?" she asked, but ruined her performance by giggling at herself.

"Pierre come try take Fawne back after Daddy get her from priest Daddy shoot ear off of. Pierre had nice big horse too. We have it in stable now. I show you Pierre's hair after breakfast," Meka said.

Saved by the women. Jaycee and Fawne came leading them in then. Galena and Camila were trying to be cool about the new surroundings but apparently they'd already seen enough to shake them up. They were looking around wide-eyed.

"Hey, the table grew, again," Jaycee said, looking at our new arrangements at the head end.

"Sure, I had it improved so I could sit by my little cuties," I said, putting an arm around Meka and Elisa.

"Tutsie's new chair is finally here too," Fawne said, and came up to give him a scratch around the ears. He gave us a few happy barks as everyone found a seat, and my French maids streamed in from the kitchen with coffee and pastries for the new arrivals.

The women and girls chatted for a few minutes with all but the newbies, Elisa, Galena, and Camila working in a tease or two or a joke at my expense when they could. Most of that stopped when the real food began arriving - probably because I'd quit listening and started eating with both hands.

Geron made an appearance about the time I pushed my last plate away, empty. I'd asked him several times to eat with us in the mornings but he almost never did. Hell, it was his loss. He took a seat and one of the maids brought his some coffee. She was a fantastic redhead that I'd somehow never noticed before. She was absolutely beautiful, of course all of them were, but she was especially so.

As she came around dispensing warm-ups my dick started growing and her assets took my mind off everything else. When she got to me she leaned over and had a little difficulty with the snap on plastic cap of my Texaco coffee mug. Trying to be helpful I slipped my hand up between her legs to steady her.

She surprised me by closing her legs against it but waiting until I reached heaven before she did. She didn't have any sign of panties and her bush tickled my hand as she seemed to be rhythmically caressing it with the inside of her upper thighs, maintaining her smiling face and seeming calm to everyone else. I don't even think Meka noticed the sneaky fun I was having and I usually couldn't slip a thing by her.

"Well their be anything else?" she asked as she finished putting the lid back on.