Chapter 127: Meet the Parent

Elena came into the lobby around fifteen minutes after me. As she came over to ask if I was ready to go, I handed the cell phone to her.

Quietly I said, “I found this under edge of the bed. If it isn’t yours I will turn it in at the desk.”

“Didn’t you try to get in it to see if it was mine,” she asked a bit suspiciously.

“Nope,” I told her as I shook my head no. “It wasn’t mine and I don’t really care what is on it. If you used it to take some video of us having fun then that you need to show me. It would only be fair.”

I got a kiss on the cheek as she pulled me out in front of the hotel to where the Lotus was already waiting. There were some guys sitting in a stock Mustang with fake GT logos on it. Behind him was a guy in a seven hundred horsepower Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat that still had the magnetic dealer test drive license plate and window sticker. I got into the Lotus, buckled in, fired it up, and spun the tires to show off.

“The Lotus would give a fully maxed out Charger a run for their money. They top out at over two hundred miles per hour, but that is on a smooth surface with a professional test track driver. I doubt a quarter of the drivers even know they need to pay a bucket more money to get red key fob needed to unlock the full seven hundred seven horses. The black one most people use only gives it five hundred and even that is neutered. Sure, they have an automatic that does pseudo like manual shifting, but it is not a real manual and they have to have an eight-speed automatic to get the performance out of it when the engine horsepower is restricted. The Lotus has a six-speed manual. The best gas mileage that you can get in your Lotus is around twenty-nine miles per gallon on the highway and twenty in the city. Anyone driving the Charger gets nailed with a gas guzzler tax since the best they can get is twenty-two on the highway. Plus, their insurance is likely twice the cost of the Lotus since they are a big American Muscle beast,” she told me as we made our way to find a fast food place to get breakfast for the road. “Now I can only speak for one woman, me, but I find the new Charger still looks like a redneck Cadillac from the sixties.”

We found a place she knew with good a breakfast menu so we loaded up on soda, breakfast burritos, and steak biscuits. Around three we got a light lunch and gas before getting onto a very desolate stretch of road. Elena called her dad to tell him where we were and to get him to check on the police to see if they were clocking out here anywhere. It turns out that even at rush hour the road rarely has enough cars or trucks to make it worth the police’s time to try to catch speeders. She told me that the next hundred and nine miles have the runaway car cables in the center median and steep hills on each side. The only places for cops to sit are on the entrance ramps and we would see anything sitting there at least a mile away. Anyone using a radar detector would pick up the signal long before the cop could get a good reading. The state requires all laser speed detectors to be permanently mounted. To use them the police had to have the car in park, turned off and start a calibration process against a timing target. The data is sent to a central server that verifies the testing or disables the Lidar unit from being used until it passes. If the car was started or moved later, the whole process had to be done again.

“They tested all manners of tricks to make the Lidar laser give them higher than driven speeds to be able to have extra high speed fines assessed in addition the speeding ticket. That got shutdown as soon as they pulled over the wrong senator,” Elena told me. “Dad said Waze isn’t showing any police currently on this section of road and shift change is in half an hour. It takes over an hour for any police to get to one of the exits from their police stations. He said to be careful, but we should be able to open the Lotus up for a bit. He is expecting us for dinner at my house.”

Well what can I say? I might as well open it up. See if I can knock out a hundred miles in less than an hour.

We did one hundred and seven miles in fifty-five minutes. Elena got a ding on Waze for a broken-down car and possible police car three miles up the road so we slowed down to eighty. I saw the cop look up from the tire he was pulling out of some old lady’s trunk. That was as much as I got to see as we flew past. The speed limit on the road was seventy and it is easy enough to argue a ten percent error in a speedometer. I mean come on, eighty is around one thirty KPH and seventy is around one twenty. They were pretty damn close to each other on the speedometer. I know I will get the conversion between KPH and MPH down eventually, but it is still pretty hard to get right in the specific range to be exactly at seventy MPH. I had been using Waze to give me a MPH speedometer to reference.

The last two hours passed much like when we were driving around one twenty. We scanned for radio stations to find a song we liked and wanted to sing to. Elena declined to stop at the rest area saying we were almost to her house and she would just hold it. At least I wasn’t surprised, unlike her father, when she ran right past him into the house. I know he got a good look at her bare butt as her skirt was flying up.

I got our bags and walked up the stairs to where he was waiting.

I shifted bags around, held out my right hand, and said, “David Paul Jones. It is a pleasure to meet you sir. Elena has told me very little about you other than you work very hard to run a lot of successful businesses while also taking care of her at the same time. I don’t know how you can find the time to manage any companies at all while taking care of Elena. She has to be a full-time job all by herself.”

“If she were any other child I would have to agree with you whole heartedly,” he said putting his arm around me and leading me inside. “It is the other way around. Elena takes care of me. She won’t even admit it, but when my wife passed away Elena took on all the responsibilities of a wife except the carnal pleasures. She had ensured I see the doctor every quarter, have regular prostate exams, meet exotic sexy women for my sexual needs, and still lets me be a father to her. I couldn’t ask for anyone better. You, David, are a different matter. I can say I’m ecstatic that you aren’t my son. You would have caused me to have a heart attack a long time ago.”

We ended in the kitchen to find a large meal had been prepared to be cooked and yet there was no sign of any staff. As soon as Elena came into the room she started telling her father exactly what to put on which burner and at what temperature. She wasn’t his daughter at this moment; she was the head chef teaching a junior chef how to make our dinner. When the salads were done, the soup was simmering at a light boil, and the main course was in the oven, she sent her father over to do some clean up at the sink.

Elena set the table, opened a bottle of wine, and let it “breathe” as she called it. After telling her father how to plate the meal, with a garnish, she instructed him to place the main dish in a special warming oven while we all sat down to have our soup and salads.

“See what happens David when you tell the house staff to not allow your child in the kitchen,” her father remarked.

She rebutted with, “You failed to apply your own advice and left me in many professional kitchens while you conducted business in the restaurant or nearby. Everything was easy when a PB&J and fruit was all I would eat until I was eleven. Then puberty hit. I became aware of the wonderful culinary delights that could be found in your restaurants. I sampled everything before I started to refine my palate. By then I was learning how to cook each dish. Some days when you had late meetings and forgot I was stuck in the kitchen at some restaurant, I threw on an apron to work the line. I started doing salads and soups first. Soon I had worked up to having the head chefs watching over me as I prepared their signature dishes. So now you are going to be my mother and father, as you should have been, instead of hiring someone to do it for you. You were already a billionaire when mom died. There was no need for you to push me off onto whoever you hired to watch after me.”

“Like you would have given me nothing but hell if I took over being your mother and father. I knew I was out of my depth when you gave me the shopping list two days after the funeral. Everything you needed was on that one list. Freshly ground peanut butter, jelly in individually sealed two oz. plastic tubs and bread made from Amaranth, Buckwheat, Barley, Quinoa and Spelt flours. One gallon of 2% milk, two half gallons of chocolate whole milk and two cases of twelve assorted yogurts. I’m sure if I hadn’t been firm on your not cooking until you could actually stand up straight at the stove, without needing a stool, to see what you were cooking on the stove you would have given me a much longer list,” he told her as she nodded.

Without any real explanation, she took her plate, put it on the warming oven, turned it on warm, and quickly headed up the back stairs off the kitchen.

“Allow me to preface my coming statement by saying I am making no judgments nor do I expect there is any likelihood that you would discuss your intimate activities with my daughter,” Elena’s father said. “If you aren’t yet aware, I want to warn you that she is her mother’s daughter when it comes to sexual response. Knowing her mother’s reactions post intercourse, I will hazard a guess that you two had anal sex at some point prior to your departure from the hotel this morning. Her mother normally took between ten and fourteen hours after anal sex before her body forced a complete evacuation of her bowels. As close as I am to my daughter, there wasn’t any question in my mind that the two of you had intercourse multiple times and that she found it extremely pleasurable as well as satisfying.”

Trying to change the subject I asked, “Do we need to put some foil over her dinner to keep if from drying out?”

He laughed so hard he had to grab his napkin to keep from spitting food across the table. When he finally managed to get himself under control he still had to take a long drink of water before he could talk.

After taking another minute to compose what he wanted to say he told me, “I see I have again underestimated your lawyer. Personally, if I had to choose the person I would trust the most between a lawyer and used car salesman, I would pick the used car salesman. When my lawyer told me everything was going to be taken care of by your lawyer I was quite concerned. I, like my daughter, did some digging on you before I would permit her to be in your company. Simply put, your family can’t afford to hire an intern at my lawyer’s firm. He gave me your lawyer’s name and all I could find on her was her picture in your high school year book. I asked my lawyer to conference us in. He refused and gave me her direct number saying he didn’t want to get on her bad side. In the twelve years that he has been my lawyer I haven’t heard of anything or anyone scaring him, definitely not a fifteen year old girl. Let me tell you something David, she didn’t even flinch when I called her directly. Instead she told me exactly what was going to happen down to the governor soiling himself when he was told he had better be present at the gas station with the town’s mayor or they could all watch it live on CNN, Fox, NBC, and CBS. Their choice. She made it very clear that she was not about to let it pass that her client, a minor with no criminal history, was treated as if he was one of the convicts his state hadn’t been able to keep behind bars. It seems that if the matter was handled properly she might be willing overlook the use of a Taser on a child defending himself from being murdered as part of a carjacking. The way in which she ordered the governor around, like an unruly child being sent to their room, made me sure I never wanted to get on her bad side. I would much rather have to deal with Elena being extremely angry with me first.”

I bet that would very unpleasant indeed.

He was about to say something when his phone rang. I saw he was trying not to laugh he went out into the hall and came through holding a large package of toilet paper. It only took him a minute or two before he was back.

“Exactly like her mother,” he said laughing “Oh when you talk to Paula next please thank her for calling me back after everything was settled to speak to me about you as your friend, not your lawyer. She ensured me that you were extremely discreet, so I had need to worry about you telling others about your personal relationship with Elena. We also talked about your light sensitivity. I started to offer to spare no expense getting you the best possible care if there was any way to help you. I found out that making such an offer was very ill-advised without first checking with my CPA to see if I could afford what I was promising. While I could easily arrange to fund an evaluation at the clinic managing your care, it would be a stretch to cover the continued care you require. I began to realize that she was much more intelligent than a normal fifteen year old. Before I could even form the question of how you were fortunate enough to be admitted to the clinic, given your families available resources, she had me look up her father’s Optical companies, clinics, and research facilities. All she would divulge was to say that you two have been friends since you were little. I know there is more to that story.”

I lightly glossed over the period from when her mother had taken credit for the custom clothes for Paula’s doll, the other birthday parties and then how her mom royally screwed me over at the big birthday party my parents had thrown me. How that traumatic event caused me to start pulling away from everyone. I didn’t tell him exactly how anything connected when I told him how my somehow being where I was when the lightning messed up my eyes may have somehow prevented some kids near me from getting struck by the lightning.

“All I remember from that day is my running toward the old flag pole and then waking up from a coma in the hospital many months later. Of course, waking in the hospital with an IV and catheter was nothing new for me. It seems the latest of my various ‘should have killed me’ accidents just took me longer than the others for me to wake up,” I told him. “If I wasn’t unconscious for days, or even a few weeks, people would start saying I was a grounded kid Superman. I have fallen three stories off the roof onto concrete, been hit by a car and had all sorts of other crazy life ending things happen to me that didn’t even leave a scratch. If I trip over my shoe laces, get punched in the arm or wipe out on my bike I’m bruised all to hell. Just look at what Elena did last night when she tried to see if I really knew some karate or not.”

I only knew I had some bruises because the place in my head had made them on me when I saw the ones that weren’t yet showing on Elena this morning. They were in the spots I remembered her hitting the hardest and most frequently last night. He winced when saw the ones on my back.

Smiling I said, “All I will say is that Elena didn’t get out of our sparing without a mark on her.”

“You are way understating that David,” Elena said as she was getting her dinner.

I saw that she had changed when she was upstairs. Now she was wearing a tiny pair of tight shorts, sans panties, and as small of a sports bra as she could get that would support her breasts. I hadn’t seen the bruises in the shower this morning, but on the drive here the bruises had really got dark. The most prominent of them were where I had locked her arms and legs to keep her from moving last night.

She was gliding across the floor with the rest of her dinner as she said, “Daddy, I think I found a boy I can like for a friend. When I attacked him last night I had a robe on. When we stopped I was naked with his hard cock right where I wanted it and yet he didn’t take me as was his right. Instead he pushed me into a cold shower, washed me off, put me back in a robe, and then got me into bed with him. I still didn’t trust him then, so you know that he told me to do? Tie him up and get a rubber from his bag. If I wanted his cock then he was willing to be unable to stop me. He turned out much better than the girls at the driving school had led me to believe. No boy or man is ever going off inside my butt again without a rubber. That was an extremely unpleasant. Thanks for bringing me more toilet paper. I wasn’t about to risk having to unclog the bidet.”