LOSING MY RELIGION

[1badboy 581]

This story contains male and female naughty peeing, and a couple of the characters talk about 'golden showers'.

Don't worry, this story is nothing like "Sexual Frustration".  But that story inspired me to rewrite this one.  So you could say I am ripping off one of my own stories.

So here I go -- where others would know better.. 

 

 

LOSING MY RELIGION

I hurried impatiently into the stairwell and set my backpack down on the steps that led upstairs.  There was a window that faced the street, but if I got close enough to the wall nobody could see me.  I rushed over to the wall, to the right of the window, and unzipped. 

I practically peed myself as I pulled my semi-hard penis out of my pants. "The heck with it!" I turned around, so my back was against the wall, and aimed at the middle of the light blue checkered carpet.  My heart beat fast and my penis hardened as I watched my pee splash on the carpet.  If I left a stain it could be blamed on a squatter.

"Dick!" Kat caught me as I exited the huge old apartment building.

"Rick.." I corrected.  My name had been the butt of jokes in Youth Group.

"You live here?" Kat eyed the loaded keychain hanging from my belt and snickered. "They pay you to manage this dump? At least you don't have to worry about squatters, nobody would ever squat here."

"Yeah, it's vacant.  They're tearing it down at the end of next year."

"They couldn't pay me to live here." Kat's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Over at Spring Hill we have a gym, tennis courts, and a pool."

"Yeah.." 

Kat wasn't bad looking, and she had a tan from her summer mission trip to Disney World.  

"I still can't believe you got into SouthWestern."

"Yeah, well.." 

There was no need to tell Kat that I hadn't gotten in and I was just taking classes 'concurrently'.  If I got a 'B' average I could apply for admission.

"See you at the… uh.. thing tonight." Kat hustled down the street towards a popular coffee shop.

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The library was a huge four story building.  I hadn't spent much time in the library, when I was in High School -- and my two point seven average showed it -- however I needed a three point-o for a prayer of getting a degree.

The library was an escape from the overly sexualized secular world.  The shorts, and skirts that the girls wore on campus made it tough for me to think about anything other than sex.  I'd sat out the sex education part of my High School health class, with a group of Christians -- mainly girls -- but I had a vague idea of how sex worked.  I had seen Mr Viccars German Sheppard breed with the Anderson's Collie.

I'd had a problem with masterbating in High School.  I had been able to avoid the dirty magazines but Sports Illustrated -- especially the swimsuit edition -- and National Geographic, had pictures that had tempted me beyond my ability to resist. 

"The only way to avoid masterbating," a speaker at Church camp, once told us, "..is to form a masterbation accountability group.  You need to room with other Christian men, and hold one another accountable.  When showering, or using the toilet, keep the door open to avoid temptation."

I liked the fourth floor, of the library, the best.  The third floor had balconies, but the fourth floor only had windows on one side with a couple of tables in front of them.  Other than an Asian girl with glasses, that I would see occasionally, the fourth floor was always deserted.

I headed through the bookcases, on the fourth floor, to the photography section.  I had to return a book.  I shouldn't have taken the book, but I had become obsessed with the desire to masterbate over a picture in the book.  It wasn't a pornographic picture.  It was an old black and white picture of a nude woman -- who looked almost exactly like Wendi.

I caught my breath and stopped.  There was a wet spot on the carpet in front of me with a wad of tissue.  She hadn't...had she?!  The book I was returning had a picture of a woman squatting in a German club.  She was wearing a leather coat, and long boots that came up over her jeans.  You couldn't see much, but the fact that her jeans were down around her knees made it clear that she was urinating on the floor.

I felt a gentle nudge on my shoulder.  

"Wendi.."  

"You know my name!" The Asian girl, with glasses, nuzzled her head against my shoulder.  Her long gorgeous shiny black hair hung well below her shapely little rear. "Rick", she pressed a hard nipple against my arm and set her hand softly on my crotch.

"Wendi..". My voice shook and I felt myself helplessly growing hard.

Wendi grinned like an idiot. "Are you stealing dirty books?" She softly rubbed my bulging crotch. "Do you want to FUCK me?" She began rubbing more aggressively.  

I had fought the urge to rub myself so hard that it seemed unbelievable that I was being rubbed by a girl.

 "Wendi.." I croaked, "Should we be doing this?"

"No.."Wendi grinned ear-to-ear. "..keep it our secret." She gave me a quick warm kiss on the cheek and let go.

My heart pounded wildly as I watched Wendi's curvy rear and shapely hips, covered in blue jeans, as she walked away.

Our secret.

 

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I found Jim -- the head of the Campus Christians -- eating lunch with a big group of girls in the Student Union.  At six four Jim had a couple of inches on me.  He had been an All-American runningback on his football team, but a knee injury his senior year had ended any dreams of a professional career.

"Rick," Jim turned to me. "..do you have the twenty bucks?"

"Yeah." I handed Jim the money.

"Here's the address." Jim gave me a little slip of paper. "Be there at four o'clock sharp."

"Sure, no problem."

"Now, Melissa and Julie would like to discuss something with you." Jim said seriously..

"Yeah Rick, we're going on summer missions and we're looking for sponsors." Julie beamed. "It would be super cool if you would contribute!"

Melissa nodded exuberantly. "I'm going to Costa Rica, and Julie's going to Hawaii!"

"Well um.."

"It would be good for you Rick." Jim folded his arms. "I think even you could swing the minimum donation of a thousand bucks."

"A thousand..?! Well…I don't know.."

"You've got time to save up." Julie gave me a pleading look. "It's not 'till this summer."

"Pray about it." Jim gave me a stern look. "Now we were in the middle of a conversation -- if you don't mind."

"That's cool, I was just leaving."

"That's cool!" I heard one of the other girls at the table giggle. "Who says that anymore? He sounds like my dad."

I headed for the restroom.  I had planned on eating in the Student Union, but there was a sandwich shop on the edge of campus where I could grab a bite instead 

"Billy!" Wendi surprised me in front of the restroom doors. "Will you please give me money?  I want to take a vacation to Costa Rica, or Hawaii!" She grinned madly. "Pray about it!"

"Are you a Christian?" There i asked her.

"No, my parents are Buddhists.. But they are more conservative than you would think." Wendi turned towards the women's restroom. "Bye."

 

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I got to the apartment at three forty-five but the parking lot was àlready full. I found a parking space a little ways down the road.

"Fashionably late?" Heidi greeted me at the door.

"Late?" I followed her into the apartment.  A big group of girls in summer dresses, and a few guys, were eating chips, drinking soda pop, and talking.

"Time for the prayer." Jim rose. "Lord God Jesus, help us use tonight's social to grow closer to one another, and to you.  In these things we pray in your name.  Amen."

Greg motioned me out onto the balcony where Brandon stood eating chips.

"Did you guys bring your Bibles?"

"No.. where's everyone going?"

"Oh, they're going to a restaurant.  You guys are staying here with me."

Brandon frowned.

"Relax, I'm cooking pizza in the oven.  You guys can share my Bible."

Greg had me read from Second Thessalonians as he got the pizza from the oven.

"For the hidden power of lawlessness is already at work. However, the one who holds him back will do so until he is taken out of the way,  and then the lawless one will be revealed, whom the Lord will destroy by the breath of his mouth and wipe out by the manifestation of his arrival."

Greg set the plate holding the pizza on the table."Now do you guys know what it means to be a Christian?"

 

"Of course.." Brandon made a face.  "You cooked us a small cheese pizza?".

"It's a Tortino's." Greg sounded like he was trying to correct a couple of disobedient children. "It's a good brand."

"That's big enough for the three of us?" Brandon asked.

"Brandon, you could lose a few pounds." Greg glared.  "Besides I'm not eating." He opened a Bible study guide to a bookmarked page, and set it on the table.  "My roommate will be home soon.  There are garbage bags under the sink." He headed to the front door.  "Do some clean up in the livingroom then get back to the Bible study."

We watched him leave.

Brandon snickered. "Why did they even invite us?"

"I don't know, They got forty bucks out of us..."

"You want some of that Diet Pepsi?" Brandon pointed at the bottle on the counter.

"No, let's get the heck outta here."

 

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"Well that was fun." Brandon loaded his bike in the back of my beat up old Ford Ranger.  He was a concurrent student like me, but he had been homeschooled, along with his six sisters, and four brothers.  His father was a contractor, and he had spent more time working than studying, so he was facing an even tougher uphill battle than me.

"Should we stop and get some KFC?" 

"Sure, sounds good." Brandon sighed. "I think it's time to call it quits with that group."

 

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"Brandon?"

"Rick, where are you?" 

"I'm at the library… I was going to study.. a bit.."

"Okay, but you know it's Friday.  The library closes early today. Besides you don't have any classes.  You could at least come over."

"You need help with the drywall?"

 "No, I've even got the walls patched, and textured.  They're ready to paint.  Do you want me to go with the semi-gloss Linen?"

"Yeah, that sounds good I'll check it out on Sunday." I hung up my phone and headed into the library.  

The third floor was dead quiet.  I cut between the bookcases and caught a glimpse of Wendi just as she pulled her leggings up.  There was a wet spot and a wad of tissue on the carpet behind her.

Wendi grinned and headed my way.  Her hips looked curvier than normal in the grey leggings which also seemed to show a little camel toe.  Her breasts lifted the black fabric of the old "Def Leppard" shirt so it hung a few inches in front of her tiny waist.

I faced the bookcase and pretended that I was looking for a book. 

"Rick.." Wendy purred as she pressed her body against me from the back.  She gripped me with a hand on my chest and another on my crotch. "Rick.." She began humping the back of my leg while she rubbed my crotch. "I have a new fantasy. I move out of my apartment, and I move in with you.   You pay the rent, and my expenses...In exchange.. you can have sex, or do whatever you feel like with me...whenever you want!"

I pulled Wendy's hands off of me,turned around, and faced her. She grinned at me like a maniac.  A look of shock crossed her face as I grabbed her aggressively, pulled her against me and kissed her full on her warm damp lips.

Wendy struggled in my arms and I let go  "Fuck you.." She said under her breath.  She took a couple of steps back, "Fuck you Rick!" She turned and ran.

"Holy shit.." somebody behind me laughed.  I turned around and saw a tall blonde girl looking at me.  "Relax.." She said casually. "I saw everything. She totally asked for it."

 

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I sat at the back of a curved booth, in the newly renovated Student Union, enjoying a quiet lunch.  The campus was a half deserted.  It was a perfect lazy Friday.  

"Rick!" Wendi jarred me awake."Do you have an Asian fetish?!"  She plopped her backpack on the table and grinned ear-to-ear.  She had changed into a lightweight black cardigan sweater, open and hanging over a short white button down blouse -- which clashed with her erotic beige legging style shorts that emphasized her womanly hips, and camel toe.  It was almost like she had forgotten her pants. 

"What?"

Wendi slid around the table and cozied up on my right side "Do you have a thing for all Asian girls, or do you just like me?" She set her left hand on my crotch, and grabbed a french fries with her right.

"Wendi….. You know...….You're tall for an…"

"An Asian? A Jap?  My dad's tall like you.  He's half French, half Korean. My mom.. My mom -- she's Japanese."

"Interesting combination."

"Interesting." Wendi mimicked me. "The Korean? Or the French? You like that I'm part white?  You think I'm attractive even though I'm mainly Asian?"

"You're gorgeous..."

"Rick.." Wendi began rubbing my crotch. "Have you considered my offer?"

"Yeah.." I managed.  I wanted to pull Wendy around and kiss her on the lips.

"Really?" Wendy smirked.  "Then fuck me." She got up and grabbed her backpack.  "I dare you -- FUCK ME!"

My heart pounded as she walked away.

I finished my Dr Pepper and headed to the restroom.  The restroom was completely empty but I headed to a corner urinal.  If another guy came in he could use a urinal -- at least two over from mine.  I had a slight erection and taking a pee -- which I urgently needed  -- would help.

Oh that felt better.  I shook the last drops from my penis, and gave the end a firm squeeze so it wouldn't drip. 

A strange guy hovered behind me. I turned around cautiously and gasped "Wendi!"

Wendi grinned like an idiot. "Rick.. you could sneak into my bedroom and surprise me when I'm doing my hair and makeup..  Or you could jump me from behind in the kitchen.. You could even.. push me down on the living room floor and rape the shit outta me!"

"Yeah." I shoved Wendi up against the wall with a sudden burst of courage. "Yeah I could."

"Yeah!" Wendi grabbed my crotch. 

"Yeah." I wrapped my arms around Wendi and she blinded me with a kiss. Her heart pounded madly, against mine, in the feverish moment.

"Okay!" Wendi broke free and took a few steps back. "Rick.." She breathed hard, "Just do it!" 

Wendi giggled loudly as she passed two guys on her way out.

 

 

 

 

 

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The managers apartment was on the fourth floor.  It had a great view of the city, but the height also gave the apartment privacy.  During the summer I would sit out on the balcony in the evening -- in the dark -- and barbecue while the city hustled by below.

The furniture in the place was old and run down, but at one time it had been a luxury apartment.  It was roomy and spacious.

 My seventy inch LED TV looked out of place on the wall over the gas fireplace but it helped fight boredom.

I wondered what real beer tasted like as I sipped a root beer and flipped through the channels.  I was quite familiar with wine, but beer was something I had never tried.  I had considered buying some beer but decided against it.  

Brandon had the Ranger, and my only vehicle was my uncle's old Indian motorcycle down in the parking garage. I couldn't see myself riding home on the motorcycle with a six pack of beer..

I had offered to let Brandon live in one of the apartments for free, but he didn't want a "handout".  He had his own apartment, and he was saving up for a Ford F150.

BR-RING! My phone jarred me awake.

"Rick.." Wendi purred. "Are you thinking about me?"

"Wendi! How did you get my phone number?" I rubbed myself through my pants.

"I'll bet you have a nice big hard-on.  My tight little pussy is soo wet.. Oh Rick.. I need your cock.. soo badly." Wendi whimpered.

"Wendi, you're terrible!" I laughed.

"Mmm.. Mmm.. " Wendi moaned like she was having sexual intercourse. "Rape me Rick..  Yeah, that's the way!  Fucking tear my clothes off!  Shove me down and savagely force that big cock deep inside my trembling, painfully tight, wet pussy!"

"Wendi please.." I unzipped my pants, and felt my erection.

"Fuck me! FUCK me hard Rick! Do it! Oh ouch oww.. Oh oww.. "

My heart beat hard. "Wendi you're an idiot!" I headed to my front door.  What would happen if I peed in the hallway.  Would Wendi be able to hear it? Would she be able to figure out what I was doing?

"Here goes." I stupidly said into the phone as I opened the door.  "Wendi!" 

"Aaiiee!" Wendi shrieked.

Wendi was dressed in stretchy form fitting jeans, a pink button down blouse.

"Aaahhh!!" Wendi let out a squeal, and grabbed towards my penis.

"No.." I stumbled backwards and batted Wendi's  hand away.  She caught ahold of my collar and popped a button off of my shirt as we fell.

POP! POP! Wendi popped off a few more buttons using both hand.

"You!" I grabbed the collar of Wendy's blouse and popped practically all of the buttons off. "Ohh!" I gasped. Wendi had ahold of my penis.  

I rolled onto my side and Wendi let go.

"Ahh!" Wendi laughed as I began aggressively rubbing her between the legs.  I felt a little bulge under my fingers and a little dampness. I unfastened the top button

Wendi smirked then kissed me feverishly on the lips.  She reached down and undid my pants button -- so I unzipped her.. Now I could really feel the little bulge. 

POP! POP! Wendi giggled and popped more buttons off of my shirt as I rubbed.

"You jerk!" I yanked Wendi's blouse wide open and almost tore the fabric as I took it off of her.

Wendi broke free, stood up , and fell with herj jeans around her ankles. I saw the hook at the back of her bra and went for it.  Wendi squirmed loose but I was left holding her bra, and her dark brown erect nipples were fully exposed.

Wendi gave me a crazed look,  lunged and caught ahold of my pants.  I stepped out of my jeans as she pulled them off. She held them and flashed me a lusty smirk.

A  look of fear crossed Wendi's face. "No! No! No!" She scooted backwards. "No! No!" She giggled hysterically as I pulled off her panties.  It was the first time i had ever seen a girls raw hairy sexual parts and I felt myself growing hard as a rock.

Wendi looked at me like some sort of wild untamed animal.  She blinded me with intense kisses on the lips.  I sucked on her nipples -- she sucked on mine..  She stroked my penis, I rubbed around her wet firm clitoris.. Then we did it..

One second Wendi, was rubbing my penis on her vagina -- the next I was sliding inside.  I tried to start out slowly but passion overtook me.  I seemed to be bottoming out, but I was feeling aggressive -- even mean -- and I just wanted to force it as deep inside of her.. as I possibly could.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Pain showed on Wendi's face but she continued thrusting and squeezing harder, deeper, and more fiercely, like abpossessed wild animal.

Fiery pain filled my penis, and  I exploded deep inside Wendi's contracting vagina. A wave of pleasure, and relief, washed over me.  Wendi's whole body seemed to pulse.

Wendi's heart beat hard intimately under me as we lay kissing and resting -- enjoying the warmth and the sensual connection of each other's body.

Wendi smiled at me as we slowly regained our senses. "Uumph!" She pushed me off of her and pranced into the apartment.

"Ohh.." I lay on the floor for a bit, than I slowly got to my feet.  I could see the back of Wendi's head.  She was seated on the apartments big old white cloth couch.  It was one of the apartments better pieces of furniture, because it had been covered.   Was she peeing?  I could use a pee myself.  

I turned my back to Wendi and aimed at the carpet.  "Ahh.." I sighed with relief as my pee splashed noisily.

I heard Wendi giggle, and I wasn't surprised by a soft hand on my shoulder.  I expected her to reach around and grab my penis but she disappeared inside.

I gave my penis a good shake, and the tip a quick squeeze. I could hear Wendi in the kitchen, but I headed for the couch. 

"Wendi.." I groaned.  She had written an address -- 8521 Del Diablo -- with my black felt tip pen across one of the cushions.  "Nice.." I picked it up to turn it over.  I caught my breath.  There was a big wet spot in the couch with a wad of damp tissue.

I found Wendi in the kitchen.  She twirked her bare rear at me, turned around, and smirked as she finished a piece of my leftover pizza.  She held the box out for me.

"No thanks, I'm going to go and take a shower."

Wendi put the pizza back in the refrigerator, and gave me a puzzled look.

"Com'on!" I grabbed Wendi's hand and practically dragged her out of the kitchen. "I need to take a shower."

Wendi played with my erect penis as I adjusted the water, then she was all over me.  She rubbed her soapy body against mine.  We kissed, we massaged each other, we washed.  It was a great shower!  Even toweling each over off afterwards was fun.

Wendi grabbed some toilet paper on our way out of the bathroom, and took a quick pee on the carpet, before climbing into bed with me.

The sex was a bit slower this time.  It was still intense, but I wanted to prolong it a little.  The orgasm was just as mind blowing as the first, but seemed to put me to sleep.

I awoke slowly to the morning sun. A cool breeze blowed in the open window, and flapped the drapes. I was all alone.

I dodged the big wet spot, and tissue, on the carpet, in front of the dresser and headed for the wall.  This was the first time I had peed in the apartment and the wall felt a little more discrete.  If not sexual, there was at least a satisfying perversity in the act.

I slipped on some black athlete shorts from the dresser and went looking for Wendi.  She was leaning over the dining table working on something.  She was dressed in her blue jeans, and my Redskins tee shirt -- which covered her rear.

My heart beat fast as I approached Wendi.  She had one of my large kitchen knives, and she appeared to be carving something deep into the table top. "Whatcha doin?" I reached around and cupped a breast with each hand.  She wasn't wearing her bra and her nipples were hard and erect 

Wendi didn't answer.  She was finishing a deep crude 'W'.

"Your initials?" I reached down under Wendi' shirt with my right hand and found her crotch.

Wendi ignored me -- even when I started to rub her.

"You little vandel." I laughed awkwardly as I unzipped Wendi's jeans.  I slid my hand inside. Yeah, she was wearing panties.  I got down on my knees and pulled both her jeans and panties down.  It gave me a good view of her hairy female pubes.  Wendi stepped out of her pants and stepped up an the bottom run of the heavy bar style chairs on 

I stood back up and slid my hand under Wendi's shirt.  I felt rough stiff hair, and her wet genitals.

"Woah!" Wendi gasped as I impatiently entered her from behind. "Wow you're hard!" She actually spoke.

"Mmm! Mmm! "Mmm!" I slid my hands under Wendi's  shirt and grabbed her breasts.  Her erect nipples felt so good in my palms.

"FUCK!." Wendi dropped the knife, leaned a shoulder into the table, reached down and began rubbing her clit as I pumped furiously. "Oh fuck I'm gonna pee!"

"Who cares?" I pumped with all my might.

My penis exploded, just as Wendi's vagina both squirted, and strangled the life out of my burning engorged member.  It filled me with the the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck!" Wendi collapsed on the table.  I almost pulled her onto the floor as I collapsed on top of her.  My heart pounded hard on her back.  Her heart beat hard under her breast and my hand.

"Oh fuck Rick.." Wendi gasped, "That hurt so good."

"Thank you." I stood up, and Wendi slid out from under me. I headed for the kitchen sink and Wendi scampered out of the room. "What do you want for breakfast?" I opened the cabinet door below the sink.  "I've got cold pizza, and cereal." I snickered.  "Or we can get the steak and eggs special at "Mel's" down the street."

"Steak and eggs." Wendi called from the livingroom. "Then we need to go to my apartment and get my stuff."  She reappeared carrying something.

I aimed my penis at the trash can under the sink and waited for Wendi.

"Here, this is my address." Wendi thrust a piece of white fabric on the counter.

I flinched slightly. "Thank you." I tried to act casual as I closed the cabinet door and picked up the piece of fabric. "That's not very close to campus." I pulled the empty bottom cabinet drawer open with my foot.  

Wendi shrugged.  "My roommate Melinda wanted to live a little ways away from campus." She stepped close and smirked as I began to pee into the drawer.

"Okay, but we'll have to rent a  U-Haul.  A friend borrowed my pickup truck for the weekend."

Wendi didn't answer.  She spread her legs, raised her shirt, and sent a thick stream of pee into the drawer. "Rick, do you watch pee porn?"   She redirected her stream onto my leg.  "Would you like to pee in my hair?"

"Wow that's warm.." I dodged the question.

"How about my face, or mouth?" Wendi began humping the side of my leg with her hairy wet vagina. "Do you like my pussy?"

"I love your pussy." I put a hand on her back, and another on her rear, and kissed her feverishly on the lips.

Wendi stumbled backwards into the low kitchen table where I had stacked plates, and cups -- because I was too lazy to put them away.

"I love your cock." Wendi gave the little stack of plates a shove.  They slid off the side of the table and broke on the floor.

With a swipe of Wendi's arm the glasses flew the opposite direction and shattered loudly into a million tiny pieces.  She climbed up on the table and spread her legs.  "Fuck me Rick!"

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I sat with a lump in my throat as I listened to the loud splashing sounds on the carpet under the table.  We were in the large front corner booth at Mel's.  The restaurant was absolutely empty except for a the couple waiting to be seated.

"At least you just break stuff instead of getting violent." I broke the silence. 

"The first time I saw you go into that building I thought that you were a fucking squatter." Wendi wiped herself with a tissue. "Then I saw the huge keyring clipped to your belt." She half rose as she pulled up her jeans.

"How did you get you get into the apartment last night."

Wendy zipped and buttoned her jeans. "I just broke one of the fucking windows in back that wasn't boarded up."

"One of the big ones?" I watched the waitress head our direction with the coffee pot.

Wendi smirked and held up her coffee cup for the waitress. "Who fucking names an apartment Colonial Estate Homes?  Hey I want to rent a Colonial Estate Home apartment!"

"It was built in the early seventies.."

"Are you guys talking about that eyesore down the street?" The waitress refilled Wendi's coffee. "I heard that some super rich guy bought it, and he's selling it to the city.  They're going to tear it down and put in a convention center:slash hotel thing.  It's going to be great for our business!"

The waitress looked at me. "You're the guy they're paying to look after it until the sale goes through aren't you?"

"Yeah.."

"I thought he was a squatter." Wendi said sarcastically.

"Relax honey." The waitress gave her a knowing look, " ...we all did." She refilled my cup, "You're probably the only one who won't be happy to see it go."

"How long before they kick us out?" Wendy watched the waitress walk away.

"At least not until the summer..' I changed the subject.  "Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle?"

 

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"Hang on!" Wendi accelerated so fast I almost fell off the back of the bike.  It was the first time I'd ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle with a girl driving.  I wanted to cop a feel, but I didn't really want to distract Wendi.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we came to a stop in the U-Haul rental yard.  

"It feels so good to ride a motorcycle again." Wendi smiled.  "I used to ride my older brothers bike when I was in High School.  My friends couldn't believe it because my parents were super overprotective.  But motorcycles aren't such a big deal in Asia."

"Wendi, your parents are Buddhists?"

"My mom is.  My dad was raised Catholic, but he never goes to church.  He goes to the temple with my mom.  

"Rick, your parents are religious?"

"Not really… They used to go to church when they lived in the US.  They moved to the UK when I was sixteen.  I stayed here so I could finish High School.  I washed dishes, and rented a room from a friends parents -- they were really religious.."

"Rick you had to wash dishes, your parents didn't pay your rent?"

I laughed uncomfortably, "I wasn't really on very good terms with my parents at the time.  My parents are rich, but they're kinda obsessive.."

"Tell me about it!" Wendi snickered,. "My parents sent my sisters, and me, to an all-girl Catholic elementary school.  We didn't even go to the public school until High School.  And even then my parents had rules for us like no dating.  No hugging, no kissing, no touching, boys. And we had to be home by eight-thirty sharp -- or they might call the police."

"So you were basically raised Catholic?"

Wendi shook her head. "No not really.  I never went to Mass, or anything....  I was the only fucking non-Catholic there!  The other girls acted like I was this really really bad person.."

"At least you got to go to a regular High School."

Wendi snickered, "My older brother Bruce, and my sister Ann, went to dances in High School, but my parents wouldn't let me go.. I guess they didn't trust me enough... It wadn't like my grades were bad.. I got a fuckin' four point-o.  Bruce only got a three seven-five, and Ann wasn't much better with a three eight-five."

I laughed, "I only got a two point..."

"What the fuck?" Wendi glared at a red Honda Civic idling on our side of the road facing the wrong direction.  She headed towards the car with a look of angry determination.

The window rolled down and Kat poked her head out.

"Rick's with me now!" Wendi yelled.  "Get the fuck outta here bitch!"

Kat put the car in gear and stuck her middle finger out the window as she drove off down the road.

"What?" I laughed. "What Wendi?! Are you going to start lecturing me like Brandon?  He used to say that people in Youth group wouldn't keep calling me Dick, if I didn't keep acting like one."

"Who is she?"

"Just a girl I knew in High School.."

"She looks old."

"She's twenty-one.  She's the same age as me.. Com'on let's go get a pickup truck."

"You get the pickup truck." Wendi put her helmet on and climbed onto the bike.  "I will see you there."

"Whatever.." I pulled the piece of fabric out of my pocket as I watched Wendi drive away.

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I spotted my motorcycle and parked the truck next to it.

"Wendi, are you trying to fucking throw your life away" I heard a woman use the F-word "You have a full scholarship, but you're moving in with a white boyfriend -- that you barely know.."

"Melinda," Wendi giggled. "Rick's not my boyfriend." She came out of the bedroom carrying two large black garbage bags, presumably filled with clothes.  "He's just a guy who raped me on my way home from the library one night.  I'm just his fuck toy.  He uses me all day, then he ties me in the bathroom at night, and pisses all over me."

A young Asian woman, about Wendi's age, dressed in a white summer dress, followed from the bedroom with two more garbage bags.  She looked totally unfazed by Wendi.

Wendi grinned at me, turned back to her roommate, and bent her head forward. "Smell my hair!"

"Aww! Get away from me!" Melinda jumped backwards.  "I don't want to smell your fucking hair." She flashed me an amused look.

"Melinda," I started carefully, "I didn't..." 

Melinda stuck her tongue out. "You must be Rick." 

"Yeah.." I followed them out to the truck.

"Are you really a student?" Melinda asked..

"I'm concurrent..."

"What does that mean?"

"If I get 'B's' they'll admit me."

"I told you he wasn't a student." Melinda headed back inside.

"So..?"

I followed them into the bedroom.  Wendi had two suitcases open on the bed.  She stepped inside their small walk-in closet.

"So what do you do?" Melinda stuffed clothes from the dresser into a black plastic bag.

"Well.." I glanced at Wendi as she unfastened her jeans. "I uh... I sort of look after a building that is going to be torn down." 

Wendi pulled her jeans down and squatted.  A thick stream of pee jetted from her hairy pussy and splashed loudly on the carpet.

Melinda ignored Wendi. "So you're a squatter?"

"No… I'm… I'm the manager." I looked at Wendi as she pulled my Redskins t-shirt off over her head.  She wiped herself with my shirt.

"And what do you plan to major in?" Melinda pulled a strange porno magazine out of a large box and started flipping through it.

"Rick wants to major in business ." Wendi  carried a light blue summer dress out of the closet.  "Melinda what do you think?"

"It's nice.  Are you planning on going somewhere?"

"Call Chen, Rick's taking all of us out to dinner." Wendi grinned ear-to-ear. "And you can keep my porn collection.  I have the real thing now!" She tossed the dress on the bed and grabbed me aggressively.  I staggered into the wall as she kissed me feverishly on the lips.

"Eh.. I think I prefer romance novels." Melinda casually tossed the magazine back in the box.

Wendi laughed, "You should have seen the look on the nuns faces when they caught Melinda and me with a Hustler magazine back in the seventh grade."

"Yeah, you developed quite a reputation." Melinda groaned. "So Wendi where is Rick taking us?"

"Mama Mia's Italian Cucina!"

Melinda laughed loudly, "Rick you'd better actually have a job."

"Um.. I'll just put it on my credit card." I said nonchalantly.

"Yeah, that's a great idea." Melinda said sarcastically.

 

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The orange tiled, stucco building looked like something out of an old Italian village. 

"Please ma'am you can't park your motorcycle  in front of the front door like this."

"Wendi give him the key!" I looked over at Melinda and Chen waiting patiently.

Chen sighed, "Even if Rick can afford this place there's a waiting list for reservations.  And I hear they're selective.."

The front door opened and a plump middle-aged Italian woman poked her head out.  She studied my motorcycle for a minute, then she looked at me.  Her face lit up. "Aww.. you must be Rick Thompson!  You're Margaret Thompson's nephew."

"Yes, I am!" I grinned broadly. "You knew my aunt?"

She nodded, "The Thompson's came here often. They were good people. Come on in, I think we have some cancellations."

Wendy handed the key to the valet.

 

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Chen looked slightly embarrassed.  "You realize that guy who just came out and took our order is the head cook."

"It's a fancy restaurant." Melinda casually buttered a piece of bread.

"I can't believe we're actually eating here." Chen almost whispered.  " Rick, who are you?"

"The son of some rich people… who are overly obsessed with money." I answered vaguely.

Melinda raised her eyebrows,"That's why he's  so unrealistic about money and life.  He'll learn." 

"Melinda please." Chen elbowed her. 

"May I get you some wine?" A waiter asked.

"Yes!" Melinda grinned. "What is your most expensive wine?"

"Oh that would be our 'Ornellaia Vendemmia d'Artista -- Special Edition'.  An excellent choice!"

"Could you please get us two bottles?" Melinda grinned madly.

"Of course."

"I wonder what that costs?" Melinda continued to grin madly. "Five... six hundred dollars a bottle?"

"Quite a bit more than that." A man I vaguely  recognized turned towards our table and smiled. "If you have to ask, you can't afford it.  Don't worry about the price, just enjoy it!" He winked at me.

 "You only live once " I said a little self-consciously.  This was a very expensive restaurant, and everybody was speaking quietly. I glanced at the soft flickering flames in the big rustic brick fireplace in the center of the room.  "I think the waiter called this bread 'focaccia'." I grabbed a piece.  "So Melinda, Wendi, where are you from?"

"Longbeach." Wendy buttered a piece of bread. "What? What's so funny? What were you expecting? Korea? France? Japan?"

"No, I'm from Redondo Beach."

"Another damn Californian!" Melinda grabbed another piece of focaccia.

I nodded. "Aren't there a lot of Cambodian's in Long Beach?"

"Yeah.." Melinda gave me a hard look. "What's wrong with that? I'm part Cambodian.." 

Wendy took a long sip of wine -- which had just arrived. "You mean, did we live in a bad area?" She gave me an irritated look. "We lived in a really nice, really good, part of Long Beach." She took another long sip of wine. "Rick, Kathy came here all the way from Redondo Beach?"

Melinda rolled her eyes. "Wendi gets paranoid."

"I'm not fucking paranoid!"

"Look Wendi, I did not lead her on!"

"No, you were a dick to her!"

"Shhh!" The man who'd commented on the wine shushed Wendi. "Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman."

Wendi wasn't do easily stopped. "Rick, did you take her to the prom?"

"No, but she wanted me to.  I didn't go at all.  Did you?"

"Yeah I went." Wendi laughed.  "I went with this super uptight Chinese guy that my dad liked.  He was a nice guy, but he acted like he was scared of me.  He hardly said a word the whole evening.." 

Wendy paused for the waiter who brought us ossobuco alla Milanese (veal), carbonara, panzanella, and arancini. 

"I think my parents felt guilty because they had made a major hoopla about the prom….. when Ann and Bruce went."

"Is Ann still dating that Japanese dude?" Melinda filled herself another glass of wine.

"Yoshida?  She married him." Wendi looked at me. "He's a guy she met at UCLA.  They lived in this tiny little house up in Silicon Valley, and now they live in a tiny little appartment in New York City."

"Not everyone can't live in 'Colonial Estate Homes." Melinda sighed

I almost choked on my cabanero.

 

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"Brandon.." I spoke quietly into the phone as the valet got the pickup truck. "Tomorrow, I'm going to bring a friend over.  I haven't told her anything yet.."

 

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Wendi stuck her tongue out at me. "You worry too much." She wiggled back and forth as she pulled her jeans up. "It's so loud in here that nobody can hear a thing."

It was a Sunday morning and the 'Waffle Shack' was doing a booming business with the church crowd.  Our booth gave us a little privacy -- but not that much.

I glanced at a man dressed in his Sunday best yelling at a waitress about a spot on their table. "It's a good thing the tile slopes towards the wall." I half whispered across the table.  

Wendi stuck her tongue out at me again. "It's a good thing the U-Haul place was open this morning,"

"It's only money." I shrugged.

Wendy snickered, "My family is just as obsessed with money as yours.  My mom and dad would freak out if they knew I was going out with a guy like you -- who didn't have shit."

"What are you talking about? I took you and your friends out to 'Mama Mia's'.  We live in Colonial Estate Homes! And…. you haven't seen my Ranger yet!"

"Yes I have.."

"Oh.." I went back to work on my pancakes.

"I can't believe you got the lumberjack special after last night."

"I can't believe I spent so much money on dinner.." I was interrupted by a loud cheer and laughter. "What's going on?"

"It's that Christian guy you know."  Wendi pointed at Jim.  He stood laughing with a short fat older man.  Everybody seemed to be looking at us.  I saw Kat seated at a nearby table but I didn't say anything

"Thank you!" A strange man slapped me on the shoulder -- almost like he was trying to provoke me.

"What?" 

He left, with his family, without answering me.  

"I'm telling you they're playing a joke on him."  Our waitress approached with a man dressed in a suit.  He appeared to be the manager.  

"Sir." The manager addressed me, "Mr Wilkins says that you offered to pay for everyones breakfast."

"No! I did not!" 

"Now just calm down." He gave me a stern look. "Somebody has to pay."

"We should be talking to him." Our waitress pointed at Jim.  She set the bill on our table.

"Twenty-one fifty." I pulled a twenty and a ten dollar bill out of my wallet. "Keep the change.  And this is a tip."  I thrust a third bill into her hand.

"Rick, was that a hundred dollar bill?" Wendi chased after me.

"Shhh! Let's just get outta here." 

"You're not leaving yet." Jim blocked my way.

"Yes we are." I roughly hit my shoulder against Jim's as I pushed him out of our way.

"Asshole.." Somebody said . I looked back and saw Jim, arms folded, glaring.

"Scumwad!" Kat followed us out.

"Just ignore her." I redirected Wendi towards a jewelry store across the street.  We stopped and looked at the window display of gold and diamond necklaces.

"Wow! Look at all the diamonds on that necklace!" Wendi nervously glanced back across the street at Kat, who was talking to somebody on the phone.  "Notice how they don't give any prices?"

"You have to go inside to see the prices." I pulled the door open and some bells jingled. "Com'on!"

"May I help you with something?" A young woman about our age greeted us.

Wendy grinned broadly, "No thanks, we're just window shopping." 

I elbowed Wendy and pointed at a necklace similar to the one in the window display. "Thirty-five thousand."

"You could buy a new car for the cost of the necklace."

"That one's only fifteen thousand." 

"Look at that ring." Wendy pointed. "Is that diamond slightly blue? I like the tiny diamond around it."

"Me too. I think that's a blue diamond.  But not a really dark blue one. That is really cool! At least the main diamond is not too big.  How big of a diamond would you really want to wear on your finger?"

Wendy snickered. "I doubt it's real."

The man behind the counter noticed our interest. "It is very real." He took the ring out of the case. "This is an exquisite five carat, Blue Nile, round cut diamond, surrounded by ten melee diamonds, in a platinum setting." He looked at it through a magnifying glass, then handed the magnifying glass to me.

"Rick," Wendy's voice began to shake. "..what are you doing?"

"Check it out Wendy." I handed her the magnifying glass.

"Rick no.." Wendy's hand shook. She held the magnifying glass but didn't look at the duamond. "Stop it, this is embarrassing." Tears streamed down her face.

"Wendy?"

"Try it on." The jeweler urged Wendy. "It looks like it's about the right size."

"Rick, this is crazy." Wendy's voice shook as she picked up the ring and slid it onto her finger.  "What? Are you going to propose to me next?"

"Wendy, " My own voice shook slightly, "..will you marry me?" It was a joke but it didn't come out the way I had intended.

"Fuck you Rick!  Fuck you!!" Wendi's eyes showed pain.   "Yeah.." She laughed through the tears. "Yeah .. Yes, I will fucking marry you!" She kissed me on the lips, and cuddled her body a little too intimately against mine.  She dried her tears on my chest.

"Now look what you went and did!" The jeweler smiled. 

"We'll take it." I said with determination. I pulled out a credit card and handed it to the jeweler.

"Good lord you have a AMEX Black card -- a Centurian card!  Who are you?!" He read my name from the card.  "Ahh! Your Rick Thompson! You're the Thompson's nephew!" His eyes widened, "Wow have you grown!  I'm Forest Steven's. Remember me?"

"You look familiar."

"Millie and I ate dinner with you at the Thompson's place when you were about sixteen years old!"

Well Rick, congratulations on your engagement!" Forest smiled. "The Thompson's were good people.  You can come window shopping anytime you like!"

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Awesome story!! I love where it’s going!! Wendi is hot. 

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Thank you.  I will post some more.

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It was a typical busy Monday morning   The Student Unions special Monday breakfast buffet was really good, and super popular.  The place was packed with people.

"Wendi.." I took.a breath. "I know I said I would explain things here.  But I think I'd rather do it in private.  Want to go for a drive?"

"Sure." Wendi agreed.

"Okay,  well I'm gonna get one last cup of coffee," 

"Dick!" Kat cornered me at the coffee maker. "I've got a Proverb for you. 'Do not withhold goods from those to whom it is due, when it is in your power to act.'."

"Yeah that's deep… Please Kat, leave us alone.  Don't be a bitch."

I had used the 'b-word' with great effect the day I had gotten Brandon, and myself, kicked out of Youth group. 

Miss Tucker had insisted that I had not paid the hundred and fifty dollars for the church camp, and I had kind of lost it.

Unfortunately Brandon had attempted to intercede on my behalf and we had both had to talk to Pastor Cunningham. Then things had gone from bad to worse, when I had called Pastor Cunningham a 'freakin' a-hole' for refusing to look at my receipt.

I clearly remembered the look on Brandon's face.  "You stupid idiot!  You just got us both kicked out of Youth group.  

You just had to go and shoot off your mouth about how much money you are going to inherit from your aunt and uncle....  

You were trying to make people jealous?  Well now you've succeeded!     And you're still just as broke as me..."

"Rick!" Jim came out of nowhere. "You selfish little.." He caught himself. "I don't like what just said to Kathy. Apologize -- NOW!" 

"Do it Mr Thompson!" A very large man stood up from a nearby table.  He was balding, and looked to be in his mid-forties.  He was overweight, but he was also a very big, very broad shouldered man.

I looked across the room at Wendi, who was watching, then back at Kat.  I took a breath, "You stupid fucking bitch!" I added the 'f-word', "The money is still tied up in probate.  I don't have anything."

"No Mr Thompson, the money it is not tied up in probate." The big man folded his arms.  He was red in the face and had sweat marks under his arms even though it was still relatively cool.

"All Dick cares about is money." Kat said angrily.

The big man nodded, "He cheated his family and all his relatives out of his aunt's inheritance money.  

"I didn't do anything illegal.  Besides I offered them the airplane."

"The airplane?" The big man frowned.

"Is the Colonial Estate Homes part of the inheritance too?" Kat asked.

"The what?"

"Colonial Estate Homes is an apartment building."

The big man shook his head in disgust, "Apartments are not estate Homes."

"These ones are." I joked.

"No!" He looked like he was losing his temper. "This is not about an airplane, or some apartment building.  This is about the estate of Mr Thompson's aunt and uncle.

You can laugh about it now, Mr Thompson, but

I am not the only lawyer working on this case.  We have a whole team.  When we're done you will not only be in debt, you'll be in prison."

Jim burst out laughing. "Rick, you stupid selfish jerk." He laughed again. "You're going to end up broke -- and In prison!"   

"It couldn't happen to a more deserving guy!" Kat spoke angrily under her breath.

"Look," I spoke to the lawyer.  "I put the estate in a Trust.  You can't touch it."

"You seriously think that's going to hold up in court?" The big man snickered.  "See you later Mr Thompson." He strode sullenly outside.

"Rick, let's just get outta here!" Wendi gave my arm a tug.

"Okay.." I followed Wendi outside.  "Look Wendi, I didn't cheat anybody, and there isn't going to be any court case."

 

"Rick, you think I only care about your money?" Wendi exhaled hard. "I'm not some half-assed lawyer or some jealous groupie.. But it bothers me that you've hiding things from me.. and lying..."

"I wasn't really lying....  I  just wanted you to like me -- for me…" I looked down at the ground. "Let's go for that ride."

"Do you think anyone noticed your engagement ring?"

Wendi nodded, "They all did."

 

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"Wendi.." I eased my Ranger out of the apartments claustrophobic parking garage. ".. as you've already heard my Aunt and Uncle were rich...  They owned a small airline.

But my Uncle Jonathon died from an infection he got hiking in the Himalayas.   Everyone came to the funeral.. But afterwards my relatives, and even my parents, felt like now that he was dead my aunt should sell off everything and 'share' it with them."

"I believe it." Wendi pulled her leggings down. 

"Yeah.." I glanced at Wendi's raw hairy pussy.   "Aunt Margaret was diagnosed with cancer shortly after Uncle Jonathon died…" I felt myself growing hard as a thick stream of pee began to splash on the carpet floor mat.

"Oh that feels so good." Wendi moaned as the splashing grew louder and louder.  

"Wow, Wendi, you really needed to go."

"Yeah!" Wendi laughed breathlessly, "I needed that!" She wiped herself with a tissue from the box in the middle of the truck and sighed.  "I think that's called a 'peegasm'." 

"Anyway..........,anyway...... as I was saying... Aunt Margaret wasn't in good shape and my family wanted her to sell everything, and divide it all up before she died -- to avoid probate.  

She was scared and struggling but nobody would help. They were only concerned with getting their share of her money.  They wouldn't answer the phone, they wouldn't talk to her.

I answered the phone one time -- when she called for my dad -- and we talked for hours.  That kind of got me into trouble. My family felt like I was being a taitor. 

 My dad was talking about moving to England. I was fifteen and the school system in England is different. They only go to school until they're sixteen, and then they take tests   My friend Sam told me his father would rent me a room if I wanted to stay and finish school here.  So I went for it."

"That's when you got the job washing dishes?"

"Yeah.." 

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I pulled up to the gate and clicked the remote.

"Oh my God this place is fucking huge!" Wendi gave me a dazed look. "What do you call this style?"

"I don't know.  I think its a Bahamas style." I parked under the front entrance cover.

"Wow, I like the fountains!" Wendi smiled.

"Just part of the ambiance." I opened one of the large double doors."

"Wow!" Wendi looked inside. "What does a chandelier like that cost?"

"I have no idea." 

Wendy grinned, "If you have to ask then you can't afford it." She took her shoes off just inside the door.  "And It's fully furnished!" 

"Yeah.." I sighed. ".. my aunt didn't move out, she died..."

"Yeah.. I'm sorry.. " Wendy headed through the great room towards the long back bank of sliding doors. "It does have a Bahamas feel...  In a Hearst Castle sort of way."

"Wendi, that whole bank of sliding doors.." 

Wendi had the doors open before I could say "retracts".

"Wow, now that is a view!" Wendi walked across the back patio to the marble railing.  "I love the broad leaf maples, and the white pines."

"Yeah the..uh.. trees are nice." I could see the points of Wendi's nipples through her light pink men's dress shirt.

"Wow, that's a pool!" Wendi stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Yeah it's got a two sided vanishing edge." I walked down the stairs past Wendi.  She watched and smirked as I unzipped, and aimed my cock through the railing.

"Is that the barn where Brandon was working?" Wendi cozied her body against mine as I peed.

"Yeah.." I let go of my cock and lightly fingered Wendi's camel toe.

Wendi took hold of my cock. "Do you swim?"

"I'm from Redondo Beach." I felt Wendi's clit swelling under my finger.  My cock was swelling in her hand.

"Do you swim?" I used both hands to pull down Wendi's leggings and panties.

"What do you think?" Wendi let go of my cock and grabbed onto the railing with both hands.

"I think we should go swimming." I was hard as a rock but my cock slid right into Wendi's waiting pussy.

 

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"The waters perfect!" Wendi splashed around naked in the pool.

"Okay." I dove in. "Oh-ho-ho the waters cold!"

Wendy shrieked with amusement and stroked for the other side.  I chased after her and easily pulled past her.

"Wow you're a good swimmer!" Wendy climbed out of the pool behind me.

"Yeah I was on the swim team in High School."

"You look like an athlete." Wendi flattered.

"Thanks." I chuckled, "I never won anything."

"So?" Wendy put an arm around me and leaned against me. "How are we going to get dry?  By rubbing against each other?"

"It's worth a try!" I laughed.

"Okay, but I've gotta pee first." Wendi playfully ran for a door that led into the garage.

I climbed out of the pool and headed into the garage.  I found Wendi squatting in the middle of the nearly empty garage.  She was making a nice little puddle and the immaculately clean floor 

"What type of car is that?" Wendi pointed to covered car on the far end. 

"A Ferrari." I said casually.

"A fucking Ferrari? Rick, you have a fucking Ferrari!" Wendi stood up dripping slightly.

"I do." I walked over and pulled off  the cover. "Have you ever ridden in a Ferrari?"

"Can I drive it?"

"Have you ever driven a stick shift?"

Wendi grinned. "I learned how to drive in a stick." 

 

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I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit the autodial, as Wendi backed the Ferrari out 9f the garage. "Hello Fred, are you busy today?... No, no, i'm not going anywhere I just wanted to take a friend for a ride in the Learjet…   Thank you, I really appreciate this! We will see you in a little bit." 

Wendi put the car in gear. "Woah!" We lurched forward.

"Careful Wendi, that clutch is touchy."

"No shit!  Where are we going?"

"The airport."

"Okay."

We skidded sideways a little as Wendi pulled out on the road.

"Wendi, take it easy.  At least until we get to the freeway."

 

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 Wendy took the airport exit off the freeway.  She seemed to be getting used to the clutch.

"Wendi take that service entrance over there." I directed. "We're entering the airport from the back."  

Wendi pulled up to the gate, and the bar lifted automatically. 

"It's activated by a laser that scans the barcode on the window." I explained as we headed down a ramp under the airport terminal.

"I didn't know they had parking down here."

"Yeah...." Go in the entrance to the right marked 'TLA'.

"Where are we supposed to park? All of these parking spots have names."

"Park in that wide spot over next to the elevator.  Ah, Fred's already here!" I waved to a man sitting in a red convertible Mercedes. "He's our pilot."

An older man with a grey mustache and beard stepped out of the Mercedes and smiled broadly. "Rick you brought the Ferrari!  Is your Ranger giving you troubles again?"

"No.."

Fred laughed, "Congratulations on your engagement!"

"Wow, he spotted that ring fast!"

"Thank you." Wendy looked a little dazed. 

"You're very welcome.  I'm Fred Whittier, I will be your pilot today." He turned to me. "Rick, why don't you show her the lounge, and grab something to eat, while I get the plane ready." Fred suggested.  "There will be snacks and drinks in the plane." 

Wendy raised her eyebrows. "Champagne?" 

"Yes, if you like." Fred grinned. "But we have a Chilean wine which is much better." He held the door for us. "I'll go and get the plane ready." 

Wendy gave me a funny look. "Is this your Uncle's airline?!" 

"Yes." I directed Wendi up the back stairway into the TLA lounge.

"Wow! This is really fancy! Really posh!"

"Yeah, my aunt and uncle had good taste.  The dark walnut, the high coffered ceiling.  How about the suede lounge chairs?  And the private booths with tables.  Those are a nice touch."

"Is that a salad bar over there?" Wendy pointed to the food bar with the small crowd of people around it.  

"No." I smiled proudly. "It's a sandwich bar. It was my idea!  And there is fresh fruit, juice, and bottled Coca Cola made with real sugar!  None of that corn syrup stuff.

Wendy looked like she was going to laugh. "Nothing but the best."

A young lounge attendant, about our age, headed in our direction. "Miss! Sir! I am sorry but we have a dress code here!"

I glanced down at my old jeans, then at Wendy's shirt and leggings.

"Oh my God!" She gasped.  "Mr Thompson!  I am so so sorry! I didn't realize it was you."

"That's okay Sara, I should dress up when I come in.  This is my fiance Wendy." 

The look of pain, on Sara's face, caught me by surprise."Hi……. Help yourself to the food." 

Wendi watched her walk away. "Rick, who the fuck are you?"

"The owner of TLA… The super rich guy who bought 'Colonial Estate Homes'."

Wendy shook her head at me and smiled, "You fucking asshole!"

"I said I was going to tell you how I could afford the taxes.  Let's go and get sandwiches."

A van drove us out to the plane where we waited for our turn on the runway. 

"Mr Whittier, How far can this plane fly?" Wendy asked "Could we fly to Hawaii."

Fred nodded, "Hawaii, Tahiti, Bora Bora, Fiji..We can fly about three thousand nautical miles.  And we can land on much smaller runways than big commercial jets."

Wendy looked out the window, "Wow.. This just doesn't feel real.  Rick didn't even tell me that he owned an airline until today."

"And you're engaged?* Fred gasped.  "Rick!" He addressed me informally, "..what are you doing?"

I shrugged, "I don't know.." 

Fred laughed, "Nobody ever does."

 

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When we reached cruising altitude we closed the curtain to the cockpit for a little more privacy.

"Rick." Wendy yanked her leggings down and squatted. "How did you end up the owner of TLA."

"Well.." I watched in horror as Wendy christened my twenty five million dollar airplane. "… I didn't know what I wanted to do after High School but Aunt Margaret kept calling me and talking about the airline."

"You fucking ended up with everything." Wendi carefully wiped her pussy with a tissue.  She tossed it discretely in the planes little waste bin.

"Yeah.." I filled our glasses with wine. "Aunt Margaret would fly out and visit me.  Sometimes she'd fly me back with her.  I'd spend the weekend and she'd show me around the airline.

Aunt Margaret was in bad shape, so I moved out here and went to work for the airline...

Things got really tense when my parents found out that I was involved with Aunt Margaret and the airline..."I took a breath. "And then, a little over two years ago,  Aunt Margaret realized she wasn't going to beat the cancer.. and transferred the ownership of the airline to me…She died a little over a year ago."

Wendi sighed, "So now you own TLA."

I nodded, "Thompson Luxury Air."

"You own a bunch of seven-forty-sevens?!"

"No, no, no. I only own a Learjet.  We lease the planes.  Most airlines do."

 

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I look forward to seeing where she pees and has sex on their travels. Maybe some ritzy hotel can get a good soaking and they could have sex in some daring places. Could be hot if she lets his cum drip out of her pussy somewhere naughty on a carpet or couch in a public place then she lets out a yellow torrent of piss staining whatever she is letting the cum drip onto further. Hot story so far. 🙂

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"Wendi, you want to drop out of University?" I turned the steaks.

"Well.." Wendi wandered over to the railing and gazed down at the street.  She had changed into a small white men's dress shirt -- and nothing else other than sandals.  People on the street probably couldn't see anything.  "What am I going to do with a fucking accounting degree?"

Wendi's phone rang in the livingroom.  I followed her in with the steaks.

"Ann!" Wendi studied the cover of a travel magazine on the coffee table. "How's New York?  It must be great living in a place where everything you can't afford is so convenient!........Me? Oh.. I've decided to drop out... I'm over at my boyfriend's place pissing on his couch." She spread her legs, leaned back slightly, and sprayed the couch. "It's okay.. we're squatting in an old apartment building.   The city's gonna tear it down soon….. Don't tell mom and dad, but we've eloped……..NO! I'm not on drugs…. and I'm not on the rag either.  I haven't had a period in a long fucking time!" 

Wendi smirked at me, "She hung up."

"Your sister?"

"Yeah." Wendi snapped a picture of the couch. "Just sending Ann a text message." She typed something into her phone. "Now my parents will call me for sure."

"Wendi, why are you..?"

"Such a frustrated bitch?" Wendi finished the sentence for me.

"Yeeh, I guess you could put it that way.."

Wendi glared. "Fuck you!"

"At least she cares…. about you.  Most people.. only seem to care about power and money..."

"Fuck you! You should hear my parents rave about Ann, and Bruce.  I got a full scholarship -- and instead of congratulating me they barely agreed to let me to come out here..  Malinda's parents are just as bad."

"Yeah, but you just made everything worse."

"Fuck you.." Tears streamed down Wendi's face. "I'm pregnant.. and… and I think I'm in love with you.."  She stepped closer and fell into my arms.

"Wendi, you told Ann that we eloped?"

Wendi didn't answer.

"You want to do it for real?"

"Yeah...." Wendi answered so quietly that I could barely hear her, but her heart pounded.  

"Where's that?" Wendi pointed at the travel magazine on the coffee table.  On the cover was a picture of tropical over-the-water bungalows.

"Bora Bora."

"Can we go there?"

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Melinda, Chen, and Brandon were the only friends who attended our little 'Justice Of The Peace' wedding.

Wendi did not want Melinda or Chen to know about our money so I had begged him to keep quiet.  I knew that they already had a hunch that I had money, but they still didn't know how much..

 

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"Rick! what?" Wendi giggled and played with her phone.  She was dressed in her blue summer dress. "You think I'm a total brat?" She squatted next to the wall of the airport terminal where her phone was plugged in. "I'm just charging my phone."

"No you're not." A little teenage girl disagreed. "You're pissing on the carpet!"

"Shhh.." Wendi put a finger to her lips.

"It's not a very nice thing to do." The girl walked away.

"Wendi, let's just get outta here.." I started to walk away..

"You worry too much." Wendi caught up with me.

"Wendi, we're in an airport, and I'm the owner of TLA."

"And you fucking parked your little pickup in long term parking instead of your TLA spot.'

"It's a luxury airline.  I need to maintain an image."

"Rick!" An elderly man in brown slacks, a blue dress shirt, and a black tie, waved to us.

"That's Bill Fellows, the President of the Campus Christians."  

"He lives around here?"

"No, but I do.  Aunt Margaret, and Uncle Jonathon weren't particularly religious, but they were friends with him even though they weren't donators to the Campus Christians."

"He just wants your money."

"Shhh.. he gives us a lot of business."

"It's good to see you Rick!" Mr Fellows approached us carrying two large cups of Starbucks coffee.  He handed one to Wendi, and a second one to me. "Did you get married?"

"I did!"

"Well congratulations!" Mr Fellows gave me a firm handshake. "You have a beautiful wife!" 

"Thank you."

"Rick, was Mr Smith able to help you?" Mr Fellows spoke in a hushed tone.

"Yes, he had me put the estate in a Trust." 

"That's good, he knows what he's doing.  I've used him a number of times.". 

Mr Fellows smiled suddenly, "I'm going to go and get a blueberry muffin.  Would you guys like blueberry muffins?!" Before we could answer he hustled off to the Starbucks counter.

"Gets a little tiring." Wendi said quietly.

"Tell me about it.  But we have to be a little diplomatic." I took the lid off of my coffee to drink it a little faster.

"Oh great look who it is!" I heard Jim's voice. "That's the guy I was telling you about."

Jim was with his wife Linda, and a group of couples with kids.  

"Dressed up like he's someone important." Jim snickered.  I heard a ripple of light laughter.  Some of the kids laughed too, but I don't think they knew what they were laughing at.

I was wearing one of the blue suits Aunt Margaret had purchased me. 

"Might as well live it up while you still can!" Jim teased.

"Is that really his wife?" A woman behind Jim, and Linda asked. "Or did he hire himself an Asian escort?" There were some awkward giggles, and snickers.

"Where do you suppose he's going?" I heard one of the men ask.

"To Hell if he doesn't change his ways!" Another man laughed, followed by a chorus of loud laughter from the group.

"Where.." I caught myself, "..are you going?"

"To the Fall Staff Conference -- in Waikiki!" Jim sneered. "Don't drop that." He flipped my coffee onto me.

"Oww!! Shh…" I stumbled backwards in shock and pain.

"Mr Thompson!!" Mr Fellows came running with a handful of napkins. "Are you okay?!"

"Yeah.." I spotted Fred heading our direction. "I've gotta go."

"What in the high Hades are you doing?!"  Mr Fellows half yelled at Jim.

Jim snickered and threw his hands down, "He's just a…"

Mr Fellows gasped, "He's Rick Thompson, he's the owner of Thompson Luxury Air!"

I grabbed Wendi's hand and pulled her in Fred's direction.

"Bullshit..  Umph!" I heard Jim.

"I don't believe it." Wendi looked back breathlessly. "The old man just kneed the big guy in the crotch!"

I looked back.  Jim was on his knees, and Mr Fellows was angrily talking to him.  Mr Fellows wasn't yelling but he was red in the face and a couple of the little kids were crying.

"Let's just get outta here."

"You say that a lot." Wendi grinned.

 

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"Wendi, you wanted them to call.  Talk to them!"

"Why don't you talk to your parents Rick?"

"It's hopeless.  The only thing we would talk about would be my aunt and uncle's inheritance..."

"You could give them some of the money."

"They're already rich.  They'll never be happy.."

"I'll talk to them when we get to Tahiti.  But now I'm going to go and use.." Wendi rolled her eyes, "..the restroom."  She headed back into the plane.

"Give it time." Fred's Korean wife, Joon, advised me.  Fred's parents didn't approve of me, at first.  Our relationship was never perfect but at least our kids got to know their grandparents."

 

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We stopped at LAX airport in Los Angeles, California to refuel and get a bite to eat.  The LAX TLA lounge had a menu and cooks and we got dinner.

"Mom.. I got married.. Yeah I know that you feel that I should share with the rest of the family…....Look mom, my wife Wendi is pregnant.  You're going to be a grandma soon. Mom! Mom, are you there?"  I caught a glimpse of Wendi as she disappeared into the women's restroom.

A tall dark haired man in a black suit stood and looked at the door of the women's restroom, then walked off.

 

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The trip from LAX to Tahiti went smoothly.  Wendi was on her good behavior, and we passed the time eating and drinking in front, and sleeping and having sex in back, in our cabin. Wendi only peed on the cabin floor once.

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Fred landed us in the town of Papeete on the Island of Tahiti.  He and Joon wanted to stay in Tahiti, so it just made sense.

 

"Ann, what do you mean where am I?" Wendi practically yelled into the phone as we walked through the hot humid  International Airport. "I'm in an airport!  Rick and I are taking a little honeymoon…..  Yeah so?...... So there's ukelele music here…. So you heard somebody speaking French.  We're in a fucking airport! Don't worry we're not in Hawaii, or France….No, I can't tell you if we're in Mexico.  It's a... secret… Yeah ….yeah…. Who cares if we can afford it…...Okay okay...I'll tell you what,  I'll give you a call if we fucking run out of money!  Relax, if we don't find a Motel 6, or a Super 8, we can always sleep on the beach."

 

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We were driven in a small luxury bus to a boat that took us to the 'Four Seasons' resort on Bora Bora.

Docks stretched out from the towering lush green island over sparkling blue crystal clear water. One room thatched bungalow suites lined both sides of the dock

A man in a white button down shirt, and beige slacks, waited for us with a couple of glasses of 'Tahitian Punch'. It was some sort of mixed fruit punch with rum.

Our bungalow had a stained wooden floor with little windows that opened to the water below.

"This is nice." Wendi unzipped me, and pulled out my semi-hard cock. She played my pee around on the cream colored throw rug in front of the couch.

I shook my cock off as Wendi removed her summer dress.

"Wow it feels good to get out of these fucking clothes." Wendi removed her bra, and then her panties. "Let's take a nap." She squatted and smirked as a thick stream of pee made a nice sized puddle on the throw rug.

"We'd better not pee here too much.". I cautioned nervously.

"Shhh.." Wendi hushed me.  "You worry too much. Let's make love."

 

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Wendi only wore clothes, when we went somewhere.  "My mom doesn't want to get tan, but I don't care." She explained.

"You're an American."

The two weeks breezed by.  Wendi didn't answer the phone but she sent, her parents, and Ann brilliant messages like: "Don't worry we're still alive."

One of the last days of our stay, the cleaning lady caught Wendi peeing on one of the thow rugs. We ended up bribing her with cash to come up with a less embarrassing explanation for the destruction of the rugs -- which we paid to replace.

 

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"Do you miss Colonial Estate Homes!" Wendi gazed up at the stars through the screened 'window' in the twenty foot coffered ceiling.  A cool breeze blew through the screened opening in front of the balcony where the entire bank of sliding doors were open.

"Not really," I rubbed circles around the edge of Wendi's swollen clitoris.  "After Bora Bora it would be hard to go back to living there."

"After Bora Bora, it's hard to go back to wearing clothes." Wendi gave my cock a firm squeeze. 

"Well you're going to have to wear them tomorrow if we're gonna meet with your parents.

"Whatever.." Wendi let go of my cock, and got up from the bed. "Maybe you can meet with them, and I can stay here." I heard her pee splashing loudly on the carpet.

"Wendi, should you be doing that?  What if your family wants to come and see our house tomorrow."

"You worry too much." Wendi laughed.  "We've been here a week and I can hardly smell anything."

"Yeah, but you've been peeing outside mainly."

"What are you talking about?" Wendi giggled. "I've peed into the couch in the great room four... five times."

"I think we're gonna be replacing carpet and furniture frequently."

"Definitely!" Wendi giggled

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"Well here he comes." 

A tall guy who looked like an Asian model approached my Ranger.

"Nice car.." Bruce said sarcastically as he walked up to us.

"Bruce." I held my hand out. "I'm Rick."

Bruce put his hands in his pockets.  "You're the clown who got my sister pregnant?"  

"He's the clown." Wendi teased.

Bruce ignored me. "Wendi, mom and dad are inside."  He ran his fingers over the scraped up side of my Ranger. His tall blonde girlfriend lingered a little distance from us. "Yosh and Ann flew in from New York."They're both really stressed and really pissed.  Be careful."

"Wendi, I think you went a bit overboard with the way you teased Ann." I whispered as we got our of the car.

"Wendi!" A tall incredibly beautiful Asian woman stopped us as we entered. "I am done playing games with you."

"Fuck you." Wendi laughed, but she looked a little scared.

"Wendi was just teasing." I tried to break the tension.

Ann glared.  "I asked Wendi, not you!" 

Wendi smirked and stuck her tongue out at Ann.

Ann turned back to me. "Okay where did you go?!"

"Tahiti."

"You went to Tahiti?" Ann snickered.  "Really? Did you take your personal jet?"

"Of course." Wendi smirked.

A tall man, I might not guessed was part Asian, stood up from the group of tables where the rest of Wendy's family sat. "Rick? Come over here! I want to have a man to man talk with you."

"Okay." I managed.

Bruce pulled a chair out for me and I sat down directly in front of Wendi's father.  Wendi sat down on my right.  She looked utterly terrified. 

Wendi's father gave me an intense seething look then took a breath and relaxed slightly. "Daniel Lebeck." He held out a hand. 

"Rick Thompson." I introduced myself as Wendi's father crushed my hand.

"Rick." Wendi's father folded his arms. "Wendi is my daughter and I will go to any length to assure that she is safe and secure."

"Yes sir, I understand." I nodded.  

"I don't think you do." Wendi's father glared at me.  "Damnit Rick, you got my daughter pregnant before marriage! You didn't just disrespect us-- you disrespected Wendi!"

"Well, Mr Lebeck we are married now..."

"Look Rick,there are good reasons for the formal marriage traditions, not the least being commitment." He exhaled hard. "Have you told your parents?"

"Yes,my mom… But my parents are totally obsessed with money -- they are kind of nuts."

"Rick you need to show your parents respect, and money is VERY important…. What are you majoring in?"

"Well I took a few courses in business…"

"What are your grades?"

"Honestly just 'C's' this quarter.  But I was kind of just taking the courses for fun."

Mr Lebeck frowned, "Are you and Wendi really squatting in a vacant building?"

"No, not exactly." I laughed.The question had caught me by surprise. "I own the building."

"Rick, you're telling me you own a building?" Mr Lebeck looked like he was going to throw something at me. "The car a man drives, and the clothes he wears, says a lot about him, and you're not fooling anybody!  Look they're bringing the food.  Let's eat and then we'll discuss this further."

It was tense, but we ate, 

Wendy's sister Ann ate at a separate table with her husband, Yoshido.  He had told Ann that he just wanted a cup of coffee, so Wendi had ordered him the Lumberjack special -- like she'd ordered me. He had not touched a bite of the steak, potatoes, pancakes, toast, eggs,or bacon.  I didn't have much more of an appetite myself 

Yoshido had long hair but was dressed formally in slacks and a white button down shirt.  He looked extremely tired and extremely stressed.

I put away cup after cup of coffee as we waited patiently for Wendy's father to finish.

Mr Lebeck wiped his mouth carefully with a napkin. "Okay Rick, I think it would be appropriate for you to pay."

"Absolutely." I nodded.

Mr Lebeck eyed me skeptically, "if you were rich I would  make you reimburse us for our plane fare. If you knew how much it cost for all of us to fly out here it would make you sick."

"I can do that too." I nodded again.

"Are you trying to be funny?" Bruce stood up..

"No.."

"You don't appreciate how much you've screwed our family over."  Bruce's eyes flashed with anger. "Ann tell him about it!"

Tears streamed down Ann's face. "It was my fault.  Yosh lost his main investor when he took time off to calm me down.  Then the other investors pulled out." Her voice shook. "I told our President that we were coming out here because we had a big investor we needed to meet with…  I think the startup is finished.. ." 

"I'm not funding them." Wendy said under her breath.

"Wendy stop it!" I practically yelled. "This is bullshit! What do you have to do to get even, destroy your family?"

"Okay, so fucking fund them!" Wendy yelled in my face.

"Wendy I didn't teach you to use that type of language."

Wendy shrugged and wiped the tears out of her eyes.

"You're going to lend me forty million?" Yoshido spoke for the first time. 

"Why don't you start by paying for breakfast?" Ann suggested.

"Okay,"  I pulled out my credit card and handed it to Ann.

"Wow, this is a thick credit card." Ann handed it to Yoshido.

Yoshido examined the card and snickered. "Wendi you are a real of work."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck you too!" Yoshido laughed.

Ann cringed, "Yosh, not in front of my parents." 

Yoshido snickered, "Your sister is something else." He salted his steak, cut off a piece, and started eating ravenously. "Mr Thompson, come sit with us."

"Sure." I carried my pancakes over, and sat down with them. Wendi grabbed the rest of my food and joined us.

"Okay Rick.. so here's the deal.." Yoshido spoke between bites of food. "We started out as a sort of alternative energy company...but we focused mainly on batteries.  

The lithium-ion batteries have a problem because of the gel in the center -- the electrolyte.  It basically fractures over time as it's discharged and recharged.  One side of the battery shorts out with the other.  

We have developed a solid state battery that has no gel but it is just too expensive to make to be practical.  And it doesn't have the life or the energy density we were hoping for.

Then something happened that I didn't see coming… our guys working on cold fusion made a massive breakthrough.  But the cold fusion gave our investors cold feet…

Rick, could you get us forty million by next Friday?"

"Yes!" I grinned broadly, "Yes I could."

"Okay, Mr Thompson," Yoshido examined my AMEX 'Black Card', "I have a hunch of who you are, but I think you should tell Wendi's family."

"I'm.. I'm Rick Thompson, the owner of Thompson Luxury Air."

Wendi's father gasped. "I saw you at LAX!" He folded his arms, and smiled "You are reimbursing me for our plane tickets!"

"You bet.  I'll even fly you back in my Learjet.

Wendi's father nodded, "I'll take you up on that."

"So where did you really go on your honeymoon, Wendi?" Ann looked angry.

"The Four Seasons at Bora Bora." 

"You fucking bitch." Ann said under her breath.

Wendi stuck out her tongue.

"Rick, do you have pictures?" Ann scrolled through her iPhone.

"Yeah, but..Woah, Ann!  That's my phone!" 

"My sister the nudist.." Ann snickered.

"Ooww, that one's pretty bad!" Yoshido laughed.

"Look Wendi seriously, you're going to be having a child soon." Wendi's father sighed. "You need to start behaving in a more adult fashion -- for your own sake, and your kids as well."

 

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I parked under the covered entrance next to the Ferrari. Wendi had just washed it the day before, so it looked good.

Yoshido and Ann parked next to us in their rental car, and the Lebeck's parked their rental van next to them.

"This is not real!" Ann covered her eyes. "Good grief you guys are rich!"

"Stupidly rich." I laughed. Wendi cuddled up against my side.

"Oh gawd I'm tired." Yoshido rubbed his eyes.  "Do you have a spare room I can crash in?"

"Well, we've got eleven furnished spare bedrooms in the main house, and two more in the caretakers place over the barn.  You could sleep there if you want.  You get there from the road that heads off to the left at the entrance."

"Thank you, we'll see you guys in a bit." Yoshido and Ann climbed back into the rental car.

"Wow, you guys have a Daytona!" Bruce stood with his girlfriend looking at the Ferrari.

"Yeah, that's Wendi's new car. We sold her Datsun to a junk yard."

"Rick.." Mr Lebeck approached me slowly. "I'll admit that I feel better about you two now, but you really should have told us everything before you got married.  Rick..we need to have a private talk.."

"I'll show people the house." Wendi offered.

"Okay.  Mr Lebeck, I have twenty-five acres.  You want to go for a walk?"

 

THE END