I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 16

"Sounds like a plan to me," Judith said.

We all headed out to the pool and we didn't even drop our clothes along the way. But no one wasted any time getting naked after they were out there and they were all in the pool, splashing each other, before I'd dropped my boxers.

The teasing and playing was in full swing when I hit the water but it wasn't long before it was more kissing and fondling than grab assing. Judith started it by laying a full tongue press on me and I didn't hesitate to return the favor.

We played tag then, with me eternally it. I'd chase them and then give them a dose of wet foreplay when I caught one. I didn't leave Mom out either and I didn't slack up a bit when I caught her.

We got out and went to put on our bathrobes, at least for a while, when Dad got home. He cooked the steaks and Mom baked potatoes while Judith, Shelia and Shelly made a big salad and toasted some bread.

I made sure that I didn't stuff myself this time but after we'd finished eating I dragged Judith away while Mom, Shelly and Shelia took care of the dirty dishes.

When we got to my bedroom, she was as hot or hotter than me. We didn't have much on in the first place and it didn't take long to get that off. Judith lay back on the bed, spreading her legs and holding her arms out, beckoning me into them.

It felt like coming home as she guided my swollen dick into her already wet pussy. I made a long leisurely push up into her and started slow stroking.

"Oh, that's just what I needed, you got me so turned on in the pool," she said.

"Did playing in the water get to you," I asked.

"That's not what did it. Jimmy, you've been fucking your momma too; haven't you?"

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"Don't try to tell me any different, I think it's hot; thinking about it's what got to me," she said.

"I wasn't trying to tell you no, I just wondered how you could tell," I said.

"By the way you treated her in the pool; the same way you treated us. You kissed, pinched and groped her the same as you did Shelly, Shelia and I. You're fucking all of us and it finally dawned on me that your mother is one of the us you've been fucking, probably all along; it has me burning up," she said, as she wrapped her legs around my ass and pumped her hips harder.

"I guess you'll be wanting to watch me do it to my mommy now?"

"As soon as possible," she said, and squeezed down on my dick with her insides.

"We'll have to do it while Dad's away."

"You mean he doesn't know?" she asked.

"He knows for sure, he's the one that got it all started; but I've made sure he hasn't caught me with my dick up her. It's a little complicated and I know Shelly and Shelia can tell you the details better than I can. They understood it all as it was happening," I said.

We quit talking then and I fucked hard and fast for a while. This was the first pussy I'd had since morning and I concentrated on doing a good job. Later, after we'd come, I sagged down onto her, kissing her good, and then rolled off.

"There you two are, we'd have never guessed," Shelly said, as they walked in, dropping their robes.

"We had to sneak off, Judith had a little problem," I said.

"What problem?" they both asked.

"My pussy was burning up," she said.

"Judith got a little overheated when she jumped to the right conclusion," I told them.

"What?"

"You might as well tell Judith the teasing horse tale, she's finally caught on that Mom and I are doing the dirty deed together," I told them.

"Goody, Mom is about to have a fit wanting to have a go with all of us at the same time," Shelly said.

"Is she? Cool!" Judith said.

"Yes, if Dad's going to play golf or something tomorrow maybe we can have an orgy," Shelia said.

"I hate to be a party pooper but Dad has tomorrow lined out for me. I have a lot of shopping to do for him," I told them.

"Shopping for what, and why's he letting you do it?" they all asked almost at the same time.

"It's a surprise, well surprises. I'm not supposed to tell any of you," I said, lying.

It wasn't really a surprise; I was going to take Gail with me and needed to leave them home. The idea of all of us in bed, with Gail, had me nearly slobbering; but I knew I had to try to get her in bed alone with me, first.

"You're no fun, give us a hint," Shelly said.

"And piss Dad off, not a chance."

It was like saying the magic word. They never asked anything else anytime I told them that Dad didn't want me talking about something. I'll have to admit that I was making it up this time but if it came down to it, which I knew it wouldn't, Dad would back me up.

Shelly said that they'd let me off the hook if I promised them all a nice long slow fuck before bedtime. I was happy to agree and we adjourned to their big bed, where Shelia and Shelly swapped places. Shelly sat on my face while Shelia rode my pony and Judith gave Shelly's titties a going over this time.

I woke up early the next morning, smothered in girl flesh and with a boner on top of that. I had to be strong though, I had places to go, and hopefully, titties to see; namely, Gail's titties.

It was a bitch, but I was able to get untangled and out of bed without waking any of them. I took a quick shower in my bathroom and put on jeans and a nice shirt, and then I headed downstairs, hoping that Mom was up, but doubting it.

I was in luck, since she was in the kitchen already and I went directly to her for a serious good morning kiss, and an extended fondling of one of my favorite asses. Mom was glad to see me and she attacked my mouth when we kissed.

"You know, your sisters aren't the only ones that peek in on you," she said, pressing herself up tighter.

"Oh, have you been slipping around and snooping?"

"Yes, I went up to take you the shopping list that your Dad brought home and I could hear fucking in progress, before I was halfway up the stairs. I expected to see Shelly and Shelia peeping in the door, but when they weren't, I decided to do some peeping of my own. Shelia was pumping herself on your dick while Shelly was sitting on your face, and Judith was playing with Shelly's titties," she said.

"Did you like watching us?"

"No, I wanted to come in and join you but I couldn't get up the nerve, I'm a little worried that it might be too much for Judith, just yet anyway. I came back downstairs and took it out on your father; poor Jack didn't have the energy to get up for his run this morning," she said.

"You can quit worrying; Judith has already guessed the truth and I didn't bother telling her any different. She was boiling last night, just thinking about you and I. She wants to hide and watch us," I said.

"I guess that's fair, it's just a shame that your Dad has cooked up this shopping trip for you," she said.

"Bite your tongue Mom, didn't you read the list?" I asked.

"No, is it something that you want to do?"

"It's something I want to buy. I hadn't thought of it until Dad told me to go out and get one; well, I'd thought about it, but wouldn't ask. I didn't want to be a spoiled rich kid, whining for more toys," I said.

"Well, what is it?"

"For some reason, he wants me to practice my shooting more often, and I made a flippant comment that I couldn't put a gun rack on my Corvette. Dad told me to go out today and buy myself a pickup or a Humvee to put the gun rack in," I told her.

"Oh, I see, and that's what's got you up so early this morning. I thought it was because you were taking Gail shopping with you again," she said, and giggled.

"Either way would have me moving early but with both I'm almost panting, starving too, by the way."

"Come on, I'll fix you a few eggs and some bacon and toast and you can tell me what a Humvee is," she said, leading me toward the kitchen.

I gave her a rundown and it didn't take her long to ask why a Humvee, since they were for off road type use. I told her what Dad had said and she nearly dropped a pan.

"What on earth has gotten into your father, he gripes about going over a speed bump. Maybe he's slipping into a second childhood; but he isn't really old enough to start that, yet. You know, this could help me out with something I've wanted to do for a while," she said.

"I'll help any way I can, Mom, just tell me what you want, you know I'm always up for it."

"That too; but I've always wanted to do a little camping, a few times at least. Not in a tent or anything, but I might even like to try that, someday. I've wanted one of those camping trailers that are big enough for a few people to spend a weekend in. Your Dad's always said that I can buy any one that I want and he'll wish me well while he stays home in comfort," she said.

"He likes to take it easy after work, a little golf and some occasional shooting are about as rough as he gets. But, you know you can get me to go camping with you, anytime.

"In fact, I'm getting a little excited right now, thinking of being zipped up in a sleeping bag with you. They say that it's always best to be completely nude in them, it keeps you warmer, sharing body heat," I said.

"I'll bet, I'm getting pretty warm myself, now that you've mentioned the sleeping bag. Maybe you should share those thoughts with your father," she said.

"He can figure it out for himself, after all, he's older and wiser. I'll be keeping all my best schemes to myself. In fact, I might mention all the inconvenient things about camping to him," I said, teasing her and slipping my hand up between her legs to look for a thong that wasn't there.

"Come on, camping wouldn't be so bad and he already likes to cook outside. You get us a camping trailer today after you get your Humvee. If he won't go, we'll all pack up and leave him home alone for a weekend or two, he'll change his attitude pretty quick," she said, laughing and backing away from my teasing fingers.

"This is going to be a pretty expensive shopping trip."

"You've never even asked about our financial condition, have you? You don't even have a clue?" she asked.

"No, not really. It hasn't seemed important to me yet, but I've spent a lot of money this week and I'll be spending a lot more today, especially if I get a camper too."

"Don't worry about it, if you spent three million dollars a year for the next fifty years and your father didn't make another dime, we'd still have more left than you'd spent, and that doesn't include the interest and what the stocks would earn," she told me.

"Wow!"

"He didn't mention that his part of the deal in Dallas was five million dollars, did he?" she asked, and I was too stunned to even answer.

"Jack doesn't mind people knowing that we have plenty of money, but he doesn't make a point of announcing to the world that we're filthy rich. He's afraid it could get to be a nuisance. Do you know why they didn't ask for ID when you took Judith to the club for dinner and dancing?"

"No, I wondered about it though."

"Jack bought it after you took Karen there, and then told him you liked it.

"You go out today and buy anything you see that you like. If Gail needs a new car, get her one. That should make her really friendly?" Mom said, and I'll swear she flashed the same 'mean little kid' grin that Dad used so much.

"I don't think that would work at all, I had hell getting her to even let me buy her the shoes at first. She did get into the swing of things by the time we got to Victoria's Secret though."

"I'll bet that was a load off your mind, your Dad told me about the fashion show. You know that she's probably hooked by now don't you?" Mom asked.

"I know that she seems to really like me a lot better now, but I'm not sure how close I can get yet."

"Don't worry, your Dad told me about your taxiway club stunt and you can bet that Kathleen has told Gail and everyone else down there that will listen, besides she had Francis to back her up; an eye witness. You and Gail are going to be a lot closer before long honey. You just don't realize how irresistible you are," she said.

"Aw Mom, you're just saying that."

"No I'm not, I'm serious. Look how easily you got into Judith's panties and now she's head over heels for you. You're something special and I'm not just saying that. Hell, I knew it that night we had our last little dance party. Your Dad was my one and only lover until you and don't think I haven't been tried. You had me naked with no problems," she said.

I know that I was blushing beet red but I could sit and listen to her brag on me all day. I'll admit that I liked it but that didn't mean I was going to take it to heart. I intended to act the same way I'd been acting; it had served me well so far.

I finished my breakfast and left the house. I had plenty of time and more to get to Gail's place so I drove by the dealership where they'd bought my Vette. There were plenty of pickups there and they were a Humvee dealer too, so it was going to be the natural place to start.

I knocked on Gail's door at nine and heard her voice telling me to come in. When I opened the door, she was standing about four feet from it, in the green 'neck to floor' thing I'd bought her from Victoria's Secret and she had a dazzling smile on her face as she held her arms open wide.

I took the couple of steps to her and we embraced; her mouth pressed to mine and her tongue came in to play at once. Jesus, she could kiss; then she pushed those fantastic titties to my chest and her groin against the rising junior.

I was bone hard in seconds and I wanted to reach down and take hold of her ass so bad that it almost hurt. Her hint about not groping her held me back but it was a bitch, especially as her kiss got more feverish and her wiggling against me increased.

When she broke the kiss she looked right into my eyes and it was almost as if she'd been reading my mind.

"When I bragged on you for not groping me, I didn't mean for you to take it up as a religion, we're friends now, more than friends I hope; you've got hands and it's about time you used them on me, a little at least," she said, kissing me again.

Who was I to argue, I thought, as I finally let my hands wander down to her glorious ass. It felt so good to finally touch it, and with her titties pressed against me, I couldn't help but hump my dick up against her gently, in a pseudo fuck stroke. She moaned when I did it and sucked hard on my tongue; I almost shot off in my jeans.

I hated to admit to myself that my Mom knew a lot more about the women I wanted than I did. I was convinced now; she'd been right about Gail and I was already regretting the shopping trip.

I just couldn't pass up my first chance to look for a car and make my own decision about buying. If I'd still been a virgin, or even more inexperienced, I'd have been a goner, for sure. I wasn't though, and there's a lot to be said for having plenty of pussy available. It can let you keep your mind on other things if you need to.

"Are you sure that we need to go shopping?" Gail asked, as she broke off the kiss.

"I'm not so anxious to now but I have to make sure it gets done today and it might take a lot of time. Dad has a pretty big list for me," I said.

"Well, if it's for your Dad, I guess we should make sure we do it. I was hoping that we could just stay here so I could thank you for the flowers. They were so beautiful and that vase too, it was so sweet," she said, and gave me another sizzling kiss.

"You don't have to thank me for the flowers, Gail. I sent them to thank you for a wonderful time," I said.

Even though we'd stopped kissing, I hadn't stopped playing with her bottom. I gripped and squeezed her cheeks and kept pulling her to me and then releasing a little, almost like a standing dry hump. I could feel everything through the thin material she was wearing and when her titties weren't pressed against my chest I could easily see that her nipples were at full attention.

"But you'd already given me plenty of presents," she said.

"No presents will ever be able to thank you for that fashion show. I'll remember that the rest of my life," I told her, honestly.

It was the perfect thing to say I guess because she kissed me again and her arms pulled me to her harder than mine were pulling her to me. She put her hips subtly into the humping action too and I was struggling to keep from going off. Finally she quit her kissing again.

"I guess that I'd better go finish dressing then, I'm afraid I'll get a spanking if I'm a bad girl and hold us up."

Jesus, new Humvee or not, I didn't know how much of this I could take. My instructional videos had prepared me for things like this and I'd paid particular attention, because the thought of spanking a grown woman really got me going.

Even before Dad had started my education, I'd fantasized about bending a pretty female over my knee, pulling her panties down off her cute ass and giving her several, light but still stinging swats; and it never failed to call up the white fountain.

Since she'd brought it up, I was pretty sure Gail was probably hoping for, or at least curious about, a sex-play spanking. She was damned sure going to find out about one too, unless she changed her mind and yelled really loud and convincingly about it.

"You might get a little spanking anyway; just because I might want to give you one," I said, trying to put some authority in my voice.

She shivered deliciously in my arms and smashed her mouth back onto mine; she was nearly blazing. Well now, it looked like I'd figured out a little something about a woman on my own.

I'd loved the green thing from the start but I cursed it now because there was really no way for me to get my hands on naked titty quickly without tearing it off her, and I wasn't ready to do that, yet.

Her hips were at work against me more boldly now and I just had to feel some flesh, so I began gathering the material and raising the hem from the floor, as we kissed and humped standing up. It took a while but I finally got both hands on her naked ass and I pulled her into my groin, hard, and held her there as she wiggled against me.

She tightened up a little and sucked strongly on my tongue again, then she began trembling all over and moaned as she pulled her lips off mine. I felt like a king because I knew that I'd made her come, even if it wasn't a screaming one.

She sagged against me after a minute and laid her head on my shoulder. I was able to get my lips over to nibble on her ear lobe and I was tempted to see if I could reach her pussy from behind, between her legs. I put that off until later though, because I knew now that I was going to have plenty of opportunity to take my time with her.

I also knew that the shopping today and the spending would heat her back up to boiling, or I was pretty sure that it would. I had the luxury of staying with her tonight too and I was sure that I wouldn't have much trouble getting an invitation. Finally she came back to life, kissed me again and then went into her bedroom to change.

I sat on her couch and called Dad's cell phone. He was already at the country club, waiting for someone to play golf with. I told him to smooth things over as best he could if I didn't get home tonight and I could almost feel him get up and do his poppa pacing. I also told him that Mom had added an item or two to the list and that he might be getting a surprise himself.

It was another beautiful day outside and I was happy to see Gail wearing a sundress again; this one had shoulders and short sleeves though and it also buttoned up the front. It was almost modest for Gail, or it would have been, if she'd bothered to fasten all the buttons. From the level of her nipples, on up, they were left undone.

We kissed again but we both tried to keep from getting wound back up. Heading down to my car, I let her lead the way and on the stairs, I could just see over her shoulder and into the top for a great view of her breasts.

I was expecting a good shot when she got into the Vette and I wasn't disappointed this time either, but I did get another surprise. When her skirt came up, as she got in, I could see that she hadn't bothered with panties today. She knew that I was looking and she was smiling and blushing at the same time as she sat down.

She didn't offer me the extra look this time like she had before, but I was feeling bold. After I shut the door I reached in and pulled her skirt up over her waist myself. She just blushed more but she didn't try to stop me or make any comment.

"I just wanted to make sure that I got a good look," I said, and then went over and got in.

We wouldn't be taking any of the freeways to get to the car place and so I couldn't count on much help from the wind today. I decided that I didn't need it and after we were moving I put my hand on her nearest knee, below the skirt's hem and I stroked up underneath it.

Gail almost purred and when my progress was halted, where her thighs were together, she spread them, letting me have free rein. I petted up until I could feel pubic hair against the heel of my hand and then started back down. She leaned over, putting her arms around my neck and sent her tongue into my ear for a few seconds and then she settled back into her seat. This was going to be a great day in my life, I could just tell.

"Where are we going and what do you need today?" she asked.

"You're what I need most of all but we have to wait. First on the shopping spree is the dealership where Dad got my car, I need to get either a pickup or a Humvee or maybe both," I said, squeezing her thigh.

"Wow, this is a big shopping trip, but wait, I thought you said your Dad sent you. What does he need with something like that?" she asked.

"It's really a little strange, I was at the pistol range yesterday when he was looking for me...

"Oh, do you shoot?"

"Usually, after a while," I said, and tried out Dad's type of grin.

"Silly, I meant firearms."

"Yeh, those too."

"Will you take me with you sometime? I used to shoot in competitions and I loved it but I haven't done any in a long time," she said.

"Sure, I'd love to have someone go with me. What type of shooting have you done?"

"My favorite was hunter's pistol, but I like rifles too and I've won some trophies shooting skeet; we can settle on the details later, I want to hear your Dad's story now."

"Anyway, when I told him where I was, he went off about how glad he was that I was practicing, and then he said he wanted me to spend some time with my rifles and shotguns too. I mentioned that I couldn't very well put a gun rack in the Vette; that's when he said for me to go and buy myself a pickup or a hummer or something like that," I told her.

"That's a little over the top; it's a lot of money to spend just to have a place to put your gun rack," she said.

"I thought so too, but when I mentioned it to Mom, she told me that I couldn't put a dent in their money. I mean, I knew we were well off but I had no idea how well off until she said that."

"Maybe that's why you don't act like a rich asshole, like some of the lawyers I run into. It might be why they used to stop hitting on me when they found out whom I worked for, now that I think of it. They probably assumed that I was some of your Dad's private stock," she said, and laughed.

I laughed too and then she leaned over to kiss my ear again and nibble on the lobe as I let my hand press up tighter toward her pussy.

"Little did they know I'd end up being some of his son's private stock," she said, and pressed her thighs together for a few seconds, trapping my hand to her sex.

I didn't say a damned word, Dad had impressed on me long ago to keep my mouth shut after the deal was closed. She opened her legs again and I went back to stroking her thigh, just bumping her slit gently on the up stroke.

I replayed exactly what she'd said in my mind. 'Some of his son's private stock' was what really interested me. It implied that she knew she wouldn't be the only one, and once again I wondered how in hell things could be working out so well for me.

As the dealership came into sight, Gail sat up and started fastening the remaining buttons on her top.

"These are just for you, I don't want some car salesman drooling over them," she said.

Hell, I didn't either and I started to pull my hand out from under her skirt. She grabbed my wrist and kept it there.

"We aren't quite there yet and they can't see in the car," she said.

Gail had been right on the money, when we drove up there was a suede shoe operator coming to my car almost before we were out. He was trying to talk to me and look at Gail at the same time.

Dad had told me that the sales manager here was named Fitzsimmons and when the asshole asked if he could help me I told him that was who I was here to see and we walked on inside, ignoring him.

Mr. Fitzsimmons was really glad to see me, especially after I told him what I wanted. He asked if the pickup needed to be four-wheel drive to compare to a hummer. I didn't really know what Dad had in mind but that sounded logical to me and so I said yes.

He took us out to the pickups first but I didn't see any that had four-wheel drive and four doors. I didn't need four doors but I knew damned well that I had to have them for all the girls, unless I wanted to cut myself down to no more than two at a time. I was feeling like cock of the walk today and that thought just didn't compute, so I asked him about larger trucks.

He led us to another part of the lot and I saw one right away that I knew I had to have. It had four doors and maybe a little extra room behind the back seat. It was one of those dual wheels in the back jobs too and it seemed twice as big as the other pickups. I know it wasn't really that much bigger but it seemed like it was. The clincher was that Gail liked the silvery gray color and interior.

Fitzsimmons told me it had been a special order but that the customer was apparently involved in some 'not quite legal' activity and that he'd been arrested before he could come in to pick it up. I thought that was even better, since it probably meant the truck was loaded.

Was it ever? The interior was plush, and it had power everything, including a navigation package that worked with a GPS unit. The tires were larger than normal and they had some type of what he called 'aggressive tread' which he said would make it dig in for better traction on rough roads and trails. It also had aluminum wheels; even the dual wheels were aluminum.

I was more interested in it when he said that the customer had been required to make an especially large deposit. He told me a truck this big and heavy was usually meant for work of some type, and they didn't normally come with all the extras this one had.

As I walked around it, I noticed there was even a big winch that seemed to be built into the front bumper and that the bumper must have been on steroids. I asked him about it and he said that it wasn't unusual to have a winch on a four-wheel drive, since even they could get stuck.

When I looked around back I saw that there was no winch there and I wondered about it. It seemed logical to me, if you got stuck, it would sometimes be easier to pull yourself out backwards, so I asked him about it.

"I guess it could be but I've never seen one on the back too. They aren't cheap and you could probably find some way to run the cable around to pull yourself backwards," he said.

That didn't make sense to me; I knew if I was stuck, and the easiest way out was backwards, I wouldn't want to be messing around with trying to rig up something with the cable to pull me backwards, when the winch was on the front.

I might be a kid but I knew damned well that the cable wasn't going to be persuaded to do any pushing, no matter how much it cost. I'd already decided that I wanted this truck, even though I hadn't seen the hummers yet.

"I really like this one but I don't like the fact that there's no winch on the back," I said.

"If you're going to have a hitch for towing something, the winch might get in the way," he said, but it sounded like an excuse to get me off the 'winch on the back' subject.

"I don't see why they couldn't find a way to do it, put it farther back underneath or something."

"That might prove to be a problem," he said, giving me that 'I know more about it than you do' tone.

He might know more about it than I did; but I had the money, the final say so, and I knew this argument was already over. I hadn't grown up with a hard-nosed negotiator and not picked up some tricks; Fitzsimmons was making conversation when it was time to be closing the sale.

He should have been kissing my feet for giving him a chance to unload this white elephant he'd acquired; after he'd told me the details, I'd realized that they were going to have hell selling it. It was great looking, and no doubt, one hell of a truck.

That was the problem from their point of view, it was a hell of a lot more truck than almost anyone wanted, and I'm sure that it had a hell of a price tag too, even if the guy had put up a big deposit.

There probably weren't ten people in Atlanta that would pay for something like this; most of them, probably all of them, would want to order it special to get exactly what they wanted. This was a rich boy's toy and I was betting that there weren't very many boys rich enough to pay for it.

"Well, if you don't think you can get it done there's no sense trying; come on Gail, let's go take a look at some of those Dodge Rams with the Hemi engines," I said, and we started walking off.

I almost felt sorry for him; he looked stunned, like he couldn't believe he'd let me get away. He didn't let me get very far away either. Even though he was older and a lot fatter than my Dad, and even though Gail and I were walking pretty fast, he was around in front of us in a heartbeat.

"I'm sorry that I didn't understand how much you needed the winch on the back. If you want the truck, we can have it installed and working perfectly by Monday morning, you have my word on that," he said, not bothering with his pride at all.

"I'm glad that we could come to an understanding so quickly, and I can see why my Dad told me to deal directly with you. Now, lets take a look at those hummers."

I'd never seen a guy go from crestfallen to ecstatic so quickly; I thought he was going to dance a little jig. He got hold of himself after a few seconds and led the way.

Gail was right by my warm side, making it even warmer in fact. She tugged me back a little to let Fitzsimmons get ahead and out of earshot.

"I can't believe how you handled him, you were perfect," she said, pulling me in for a kiss.

"Nothing to it really, he was stuck with that thing and he knew damned well that people who could and would pay for it would be few and far between. He had the truck but I have the money, and they don't make a living by keeping things on the lot," I told her.

"But you played him like he was a jukebox and you had a pocket full of quarters," she said, kissing me again and pressing up against me this time.

"He begged for it, when he took that - you're just a kid - attitude."

"He changed his tune quick enough, didn't he?" she asked.

"He did, that's why I'm going to reward him by buying a hummer too, as long as he minds his manners," I said, and then we sped up to keep him from getting too far ahead.

When we walked back in front of the offices, damned if that same slimy asshole wasn't hanging around and he was practically slobbering as Gail and I walked by. It was his hard luck that I was feeling my oats after my little victory.

"Mr. Fitzsimmons, could you hold up a second?"

He stopped.

"I don't like to be a bother, but could you ask that salesman to stop practically drooling every time Gail walks by? It's beginning to make her feel uncomfortable here at your place, and we're going to have to go, unless he gets out of sight."

"It isn't a bother at all, I noticed it myself earlier but I hoped that you and she hadn't. Do you want him to come and apologize?" he asked.

"No sir, I just want him to stop, or at least try to hide better. I mean, I understand that she's beautiful but he is just a little out of line with his enthusiastic admiration."

"He won't be for very long," he said.

He pointed, to show me where we were headed and then walked toward the salesman. She and I went on but I could hear Fitzsimmons chewing some serious ass as we left. Gail just pulled me closer and then stopped us to reward me with another big kiss, I was doing all the good today.

I was in heaven again when we got to the hummers and it was even better than I expected because I noticed, for the first time, that they had a big area on past the hummers that was filled with camper trailers and RVs. Nothing could suit me better than one stop shopping, especially today.

There were two models of the hummers, H1s and H2s, and I liked them both. The H1s looked more rugged and sturdy and the H2s looked classier. The H1s were classy too but it was a difference of degrees.

It was almost as if the H2s were meant to drive around town and look like they were serious off road vehicles, while actually being plush, and the H1s were supposed to be really nice but built to actually be able to get it done if it had to be done.

I was surprised that Gail liked the H1s better, but she said she did. I liked them better too but there was an H2 that nearly screamed 'buy me for your Mom', as if it were a Gorian slave girl on the block, begging for a new master.

I don't know what it was but I could just see my tiny Mom driving the big red thing around, even if she probably would need a stepladder to get in. I'd made up my mind to buy it before Fitzsimmons even caught back up with us. It was the reddest vehicle that I'd ever seen.

When he got to us, I pointed to it and told him that it was for my Mom and would probably only need a winch on the front. He looked relieved for some reason but he assumed that we were through and said something about doing the paperwork.

"I think that you should let me get through picking them out first, besides, my Dad will be taking care of the details," I said.

He perked right back up when I told him I wanted to look at the H1s. I didn't know at the time that they cost almost twice as much, but then again I wouldn't have cared if I'd known. I knew that I was still way under three million for the year.

Gail decided that the color on the nicest H1 they had was good enough and I figured she probably liked it because it was very similar to the big truck. It already had a winch on the front and when I asked for one on the back too, I didn't get even the slightest squeak out of Fitzsimmons. I decided that was enough for now and asked him about the campers.

He walked over with us, explaining that there was a different sales manager in charge for the campers and RVs. While we were on the way, I told him that we wanted to leave in the H1 and that I wanted to pick Mom's red one up later this afternoon.

He stopped us for a minute and used his cell phone to call back to his office. He gave them instructions and asked a few questions and then looked at me.

"They can't do the H1's back winch soon enough for you to leave in it today. We'll get it done as soon as we can, but we might have to get some technical help from the manufacturer," he said, and looked to be on pins and needles.

"That's fine, I'll bring it back in after the truck is ready, and you don't have to hurry on either one of them. I want a good job, even if it takes a little longer. By the way, I want to leave my Vette and have it serviced, washed and waxed and all that," I told him.

He said that he'd take care of everything and then took us on and introduced us to Bob Johnson, the sales manager for the campers. They spent a few minutes apart from us, talking about something, and then Bob was showing us around.

I didn't realize at the time that I'd already spoken for around two hundred thousand dollars worth of vehicles, but I could tell right away that Bob wanted to please. He asked questions about what I wanted and he paid strict attention when I told him.

He said that he had the perfect small camper for use behind the H1. He told me it had extra ground clearance and was made for off road use, specifically for hunting, but that while it was rugged, it was also nice inside. We went to look at it first.

I liked it at once, and even though it wasn't painted, its shiny aluminum outer skin seemed like it would look good behind my new hummer. There was really only one actual bedroom, right at the back, but it had places that could be made down into beds and he claimed that ten people could sleep in it comfortably.

It had extra large potable water storage and even an extra large gray water tank. In fact, every thing seemed to be extra large or heavy duty, including the propane tank. He also raved about how durable the heavy-duty suspension was. I'd already made up my mind that it would do to start but I let him keep selling.

As we walked around it one last time I stopped at the back to look at the bumper. Before I could say a word he asked if I wanted a winch back there. I wasn't really surprised, actually I felt flattered.

"So these have provisions for winches in the rear?" I asked.

"No, but if you want one I'll fly an engineer down from their factory and get him on it right away," he said.

"I'm not in that big a hurry for it but call them and let them know what I want. Maybe they can figure it out without having to come down; if they need to though, have them come on."

He asked me then if there were any other changes I wanted made to it and so I asked him what kind were available. He told me that he'd sold two of these this year and that both customers had wanted larger beds in the bedroom.

"There's just room for a king size bed, but it stops you from opening the closets back there, but their doors can be raised a little and the bed can be lowered a little and it works out, you just have to be on the bed to get into the closet," he said.

"Well, buy the stuff for it and I'll bring it back to have that done. I need to take it with me later today."

He promised that it would be ready within two hours and then I had him show me a couple of the giant, bus type, RVs. I wasn't going to buy one today, since I wasn't sure how the camping would go but I did want to take a look at a few.

Some of them were unbelievable, so plush and with so much entertainment equipment. I didn't think that using one of them would be anything like camping but I could see where they would be fun. We went on and looked at about twelve of them and each one seemed nicer than the last. There was no way Dad could complain about roughing it in any of them.

As we were about to leave, it dawned on me that Mom had been the one to mention the campers. I had basically forgotten her and bought one for myself. We started looking again and I was able to find one that would sleep twelve and could be pulled by her new H2. It was bigger and more luxurious than the one I'd picked, but what the hell, she hadn't especially wanted to rough it, just camp comfortably.

I was pretty sure that I had made this car and camper lot's day by the time I got over to see if my hummer was ready. I must have been a hit, because they had three guys working on it and Fitzsimmons said it would be ready in ten minutes. Gail and I got a couple of cokes out of a machine and my hummer pulled out front before we'd finished them. We took off for more shopping.