Chapter 7: Another Photo Excursion

After our quite enjoyable shower we got dried off and dressed ready to face the day. We came down to the kitchen intent on fixing some breakfast. Now, my housekeeper Alice seemed to exhibit a seventh sense since she could anticipate when I would be hungry. She would have prepared just the right repast to slake my appetite without my even having to ask. That morning was no exception as we were met with a table set for three complete with platters of pancakes, sausage, bacon, juice and coffee. The timing was perfect with the platters being set to the table just as we entered the room. I insisted that Alice set a place for herself at the table which she reluctantly did.

We had a rather lively discussion around the table as each person related her experience and observations from the previous day. Even Alice said that she was flabbergasted last evening as she watched the TV news coverage of our exploits. Alice looked as proud as a peacock that morning since she was associated with the latest national hero. Even though Alice had a romantic tie to Fitzroy, there was closeness between her and myself somewhat like siblings in one big happy family.

As the conversations tapered down to the occasional comment I decided it was an opportune time to announce to Grace and Kim my plans for the next day. I was planning to take the camper on an extended expedition to the state capital to photograph some of the interesting examples of architecture there. I told the girls that I would be happy if they could accompany me on the trip since I would otherwise be lonely for the better part of the three-day trip. As I told them about the trip their attitudes went from understanding to interested and then to excited and finally anticipatory.

Alice, clairvoyant that she was, handed me a shopping list to stock up the camper for the trip. Like I told you, I didn't even have to ask. I looked at the list of supplies and noticed that she had gone so far as to include toilet paper, paper towels, campfire starter fluid, and way at the bottom of the list she had put down 'sanitary napkins'. Now, I wonder how she could have known that I would have females traveling with me.

We piled into my trusty SUV and headed off to the grocery store. It took us the better part of two and a half hours to get what we needed and return home. While we were gone George, my maintenance man, had pulled the camper out of the garage, got it fueled up (diesel) and checked everything out. It was parked in the cul-de-sac in front of the house so we could load it up as easily as possible. The camper, as I called it, was a 39-foot Winnebago Journey motor home which was made especially for roughing it with all the conveniences of home, but on wheels.

Since we were able to get everything taken care of in short order I decided on a change of plans. I decided that we should get going right away instead of waiting for the next day. The excitement level of Grace and Kim jumped up another notch to chomping at the bit so the trip was moved up. I sent Grace and Kim over to pack their bags while I went in and packed mine.

When I made it to my bedroom I found Fitzroy already had my bag on the bed and loaded with enough underwear for four days along with my bath items. He left it to me to pick out what clothes I wanted to pack. I made the selections and he managed to get everything packed and carried my bag down to the Winnie and had it all stashed. The girls showed up with their two bags so we stowed them and heaved a big sigh as we realized we were ready to go.

We all piled aboard the Winnie and got strapped in. I took the driver's seat while Grace took the passenger seat. That left Kim to use the jump seat behind Grace. I fired up the diesel engine and we were off on our excursion. Fortunately I had remembered to load up all the photo gear we would need. (After all, that was the reason for the trip in the first place).

I had some CDs of so we were entertained as we motored down the highway. His Prairie Home Companion from Lake Woebegone was literally a riot to listen to. We laughed so much that our sides began to hurt. After about an hour on the road I noticed up ahead there was a yellow school bus off the side of the road at a funny angle. As we got closer it became apparent that they had some kind of trouble so I pulled over to the shoulder behind the bus.

I walked up to the side of the bus and met two gentlemen staring at a very flat shredded front tire. I asked them if there was anything I could do to help them. One of the men offered his hand saying "I'm Greg Thomas, coach of the Jefferson High School cheerleader team. We were on our way to the state competition when the tire blew, so now we are stuck."

"My name is Arthur Sherwood and my traveling companions and I are headed to the state capital to photograph some state buildings. When do you need to be at the competition?"

"In about two hours. I called the school and they said it would take them about four hours to get us another bus so unless you have a wrecker and spare tire in your back pocket my girls are going to miss out on the competition."

"Well, I don't have a tire or wrecker but I do have a motor home and we could give your squad a lift if you want."

"Oh my God! Would you, really?"

"Sure, no problem. Have your girls grab what they need and get aboard and we can get moving."

The coach had the cheerleaders get their gear and got them into my camper. Each of the heavenly bodied cheerleaders gave me a kiss as they passed me on their way to my camper. (Did I mention fringe benefits?) With their gear in the back bedroom and all the girls and their coach seated, we headed out. Grace had experience driving a bus so I had her drive while I chatted with Greg.

"Greg, you've got my curiosity going. How did you end up as the coach for a squad of girl cheerleaders?"

"My wife was coach when she was killed in a traffic accident leaving the squad without a coach. My daughter Kim was on the squad and pulled some strings to get me appointed to take over so the squad could continue."

"That's quite a responsibility and I admire you for doing it."

"Arthur, your name sounds familiar. Wait ... Didn't I hear on TV that you rescued eight girls from a sex ring?"

"Yeah, that's me but I had some help. The two ladies in the front here are my neighbor Grace Adams and her daughter Kim who by coincidence is a cheerleader in her school."

"Small world, isn't it?"

Let me tell you, that trip from where we picked up the cheerleader squad to the stadium was most fascinating. There was a lot of whispering going on between those girls. As I would move around up and down the aisle, the girls also were moving around. Every time we would pass the girl would make sure that her breasts contacted my chest as she slid by. There was a lot of accidental (?) contact which I didn't mind in the least. One girl, when passing me, reached down and gave my half-hard cock a little squeeze as she smiled at me.

One of the girls came up to me and asked if she could talk to me in private. I replied, "Sure. Why don't we go back to the bedroom in the back."

When we got to the bedroom and the door was closed she asked, "Aren't you the Arthur Sherwood we heard about on TV?"

"Yeah, that was me they were talking about."

"I thought so. You rescued eight girls from that farmhouse, didn't you?'

"Guilty again."

"We have been discussing it and the rest of the girls and I think you deserve a special reward for what you did."