Chapter 1: Where are they now? Again.

"I still don't see why I have to go to college!" Vicky said angrily while holding her clinched fists on her hips in the same manner that Jen did when she was trying to get a point across.

We had had this same conversation at least a dozen times in the past ever since Vicky had graduated from high school a little less than a year ago and so far it had always come out a tie.

"Sweetie, you know you don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I told her, "but if you go to college you'll gain information and skills that you'll use for the rest of your life, and you'll earn at least twice as much as any non college graduate."

"We already have more money now than we could ever spend in two lifetimes and the only skill I want is the one you promised me." Vicky answered, obviously having anticipated my response. She had even managed to smile maternally when she said it.

Now what promised skill had I offered? Not knowing worried me. I wondered what awaited me if I asked her to explain. Why did she have to turn out to be so damned smart? Oh well, in for a penny... , "And just what skill might that be?" I asked putting on my most fatherly face.

"The one where you promised to give me a baby after I graduated," she said softly, as she leaned forward and gently lifted her hand to caress my cheek.

I was a little surprised to hear that. We hadn't mentioned that promise in almost four years. "Honey," I squirmed. "I was thinking of college graduation not high school. You just assumed I meant high school."

"Hmph ... that's a cop out," Vicky responded. "You gave Jen a baby, and Kim, and Maria. What's wrong? I'm not good enough baby making material?"

"Are you kidding? Look into a mirror. You've grown up to be a beautiful woman both inside and outside," I said gently, taking up both of her hands and holding them between my own. "I don't think you realize just how beautiful you are. I want to make a baby with you as badly as you do honey, I just don't want to rob you of discovering yourself by getting you pregnant now before you've had the chance to find your full potential."

"But Jen, and Kim, and Ma..." She started to argue.

"Both Kim and Maria already have their college degrees baby, and Jen went to school so she could get her real-estate license." I said, interrupting. "And because of that education Jen and Kim own a very exclusive realty office which ranks in the top 1% of all real estate offices internationally, and then there's Maria. Because of her college degree she's working at a job she really loves, all because they went to college."

"Yeah but..." Vicky started to argue once again.

"And think about Heather, Clarity and Katherine." I interrupted her once again.

"Heather's attending MIT, and Clarity's at Stanford, and Katherine's attending Harvard Medical School, all of them are working toward their degrees and they don't have any babies yet. They realized that waiting was the smart thing to do. Please honey, won't you consider sacrificing in the short term for a greater gain in the long run."

"Yeah ... I know." Vicky sounded dejected. Then she cheered up, leaped into my arms and said, "Well okay, I was just messing with you anyway. I decided I'd go to college last week. But that still doesn't get you off the hook from making me a spit-baby every night until I go away to college."

"Deal," I answered smiling just before I kissed her with lots of tongue and hands and fingers roaming all over hard body. Hell, I'd won on both counts. Vicky was almost eighteen and she had grown into a gorgeous young woman. She still had her pretty round face, cool green eyes, red hair cut square to her shoulders now. But she had sprouted up to five-six, a hundred and five pounds which she carried very well. Today she was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt, bra underneath, and sneakers. Even in casual clothes, there was no denying her long legs, great looking hips and ass, slender waist and good breasts, all in proportion. Oh yeah, her breasts were now a full C' cup.

It was 1984 and we now lived in a five bedroom (converted to four), three and a half bath, tri-level home overlooking La Jolla and the Pacific Ocean in La Jolla California within walking distance of the village. We had removed all the interior walls, other than the master bath walls, on the entire third floor and made one enormous bedroom in order to accommodate our custom built over-sized bed. I'll explain how we came to move to La Jolla in a moment, but first I'd like to recap the last four years a little.

Maria, had always been very perceptive about other people's moods and feelings, a sympathy that came naturally to her, and also having a strong desire to help improve people's lives she had earned her bachelor's degree in social work (BSW) and is currently attending college at night studying for her master's degree in the same field while working as a Social worker for the County of San Diego during the day. She's a full U.S. citizen having acquired her citizenship papers in 1982. Money may not be able to buy love but it certainly helps with other matters. We had hired a very high priced emigration lawyer that had somehow convinced a superior court judge that Maria's father had been a U.S. citizen before his death and all the red-tape just seemed too vanish.

After moving to San Diego Kim and Jen opened a very select reality office in La Jolla Village restricting their area of business exclusively to La Jolla, Del Mar, and Ranch Santa Fe, and in just two years their office agents have literally sold 20% of all the homes put up for sale in these communities. Right away these two smart women had understood that there are no for sale signs in La Jolla, Del Mar, or Rancho Santa Fe. That these are very affluent communities and many of the homes which are sold never make it to any listing anywhere. Most of their more discriminating owners do not wish to go through the process of open houses and all the other invasions of privacy and that understanding has made them one of the most respected and successful agencies in the area.

After graduating from high school both Heather and Clarity had the grades necessary to get into even the most prestigious universities throughout the nation. So, once again with a little help from our financial wealth, both Heather and Clarity were put on a two year fast track and each earned the equivalent of a bachelor's degree at technical schools of acceptable standing, then Heather was admitted as a regular graduate student at MIT in their Department of Mechanical Engineering, and Clarity as an undergraduate at Stanford University majoring in Earth Sciences. Oh yeah, Heather drove the Ferrari to MIT.

Katherine enrolled at Harvard Medical just as she had done the first time when she had lived in the 1980's in order to earn her PhD for the second time around. When I had told her how sorry I was that she had to go through all that again she had just smiled and said, "This time it's going to be much easier honey. Hell, I already know everything. I'm sure to graduate top in my class." And then with a little mischievous grin she had added, "And this time I don't even have to worry about keeping my cherry intact. You saw to that."

And babies, yes we have three of them, a boy and two girls. Maria's came first a handsome boy the women named Samuel Pat Eldon, then Jen's a delightful little girl they named Kimberly Vicky Eldon, and finally Kim's, another beautiful little girl they named Jennifer Heather Eldon. Not very original with the name selection but all the women were insistent and with ten mother's and only one of me I just smiled and said, "Good choice, I like it," each time.

Little Sammy is now twenty-four months old, Kimberly is sixteen months, and Jennifer is fifteen months. How the women got me to thinking of age in terms of months is beyond me but somehow it has become habit. Little Sammy will graduate high school when he's around two hundred and four months old.

Pat dotes over the babies lavishing them with love and attention both day and night. And with so many of us in the house the little rug rats are about as spoiled as you can get. I don't think I've even heard one of them crying for more than twenty seconds before someone hasn't picked them up and is carrying them around.