I Feel Lucky by cmsix

Chapter 19

Despite the late night and the exertion it involved, I was up before seven the next morning. I needed to piss and I woke Mom getting out of bed. She wasn't mad about it and she gave me a kiss to let me know.

She followed me into my own bathroom and after we both relieved the pressure she talked me into a shower. I wasn't hard to convince and I spent a lot of time washing her lovely titties and great ass cheeks before I turned her toward the wall, had her grab the handhold and bent my knees to get my dick in her.

She held on to the grab bar and I held on to her titties while we both went a little crazy with our hips. No two ways about it, I loved my Mom's pussy and the rest of her too and after I'd pushed her over to a really good come I pulled my dick out of her pussy and pressed it to her asshole.

"Oh God, Jimmy, you wouldn't," she moaned, as I teased her rosebud with my knob.

"Oh yes I would, but not this morning, I'm just teasing you now, a little foreshadowing. What do you think it'll be like?" I asked.

"It'll be like a telephone pole up my butt. You really intend to do it someday, don't you?" she asked, panting.

"Without a doubt, an ass that pretty needs my dick in it every now and then."

"Have you done it to anyone there?" she asked, bouncing on it just a fraction now.

"I'm saving the first time for you, or Judith, or Gail. I can't make up my mind," I told her.

"Jack's never done that to me, but I've thought about it before, I'll be ready next time, I have to get my mind set for it, but I will. Jesus, it feels sexy but I'm not ready yet," she said, almost pleading.

"I'll wait," I told her, pulling my dick back and sliding it up her pussy again.

Mom worked it over more thoroughly this time, probably thinking she had a better chance of keeping it out of her ass if she got me off. She was right but I couldn't complain, I was happy to pump come up her pussy.

After I blew, my mind strayed back to Mom's ass, and Judith's and Gail's, Shelia's, Shelly's and then came to rest on Kathleen's. All but hers almost announced that they were meant to be fucked. They all had great asses, but somehow Kathleen's was cute while I considered the others beautiful.

That didn't mean I didn't love Kathleen's ass, I did. It just seemed different; then it hit me. Kathleen's ass matched her personality; it was impudent, sassy even. For the moment it marched right up to the top of the list for a fucking and I could just imagine the scene, Kathleen panting and complaining the whole time she was using her own hands to pull her cheeks apart for me.

Mom and I leaned on each other, kissing and fondling, until we had our breath back and then we rinsed off and got out. The rest of them were still asleep so we went downstairs and I drank coffee while she fixed us both some breakfast.

I woke the others when I'd finished eating but Shelly and Shelia refused to get out of bed, even when I offered to get them a Hummer too.

"What do we need with a Hummer, our brother has one and he drives us anywhere we want to go?" they said, and then Shelly poked her tongue out at me.

I let them sleep but since Gail, Kathleen and Judith were in terrible need of someone to wash their titties, asses and pussies, I got naked and showered with them too. It was inspiring and we played a little, but other than swiping my hard soapy dick up along their ass cracks a few times threateningly, I didn't get going with them.

We had some shopping and other things to do and I could tell, even though they had tried to get out of it, they were excited about getting a new ride this morning.

Deciding to give them a little time to build their excitement, after they ate, I took them to Kathleen's apartment first so that she could get a few things and then to Gail's so she could. Both of them brought the vases that I'd sent them and Judith was proud to tell them that she had one just like it. They were all more than ready to head to the car lot by this time though.

When we got there I told them that they didn't have to buy a Hummer and could pick out anything on the lot. Forget that, every one of them found an H2 that they said that they just couldn't live without.

"Gail, what are you trying to pull? Judith and Kathleen might be fooling me too and they might get away with it, but I know that you're trying to put one over on me," I said.

"What do you mean, I picked one," she said.

"You picked out an H2 and I seem to remember that you told me just yesterday that you liked the H1 better. Which is the truth?" I asked.

"But, the H1 cost twice as much as the H2 and it wouldn't be fair to Judith and Kathleen if mine was that much more."

"Fine, you pick out an H1 and if they'd really rather have an H2, I'll get them two apiece," I said.

"That's just silly, Jimmy. I like the H2 better but I don't want two," Kathleen said.

"Me too and me neither," Judith said.

"What?"

"I'd rather have an H2 and I don't want two either," she said.

"Either of you going to feel slighted if Gail picks an H1?" I asked.

"Of course not, I wouldn't even have known there was a difference in price if she hadn't mentioned it," Kathleen said.

"Me too," Judith said.

"What about it, Gail, are you going to make me be the only one driving an H1?" I asked.

"No, I'll pick an H1, but this confuses me. In the first place it's really weird that you're insisting we let you buy us a car, and in the second place, what boyfriend makes sure that his girlfriends buy cars that are expensive enough, and who ever heard of a guy with three girlfriends taking them all car shopping at the same time," she said, looking to Judith and Kathleen for support.

"I know what you mean, it's confusing, so I just quit trying to understand, but I can tell that he wants to buy us each a car, and I like the H2 I picked out and I'm just going to let him do it. It seemed wrong to me at first but even his Mom insisted," Kathleen said.

"We just don't know how lucky we are, or I just can't believe it," Judith said.

"I'm still confused, but I don't feel bad about it anymore, I'll just try to double up on thanking him," Gail said.

Fitzsimmons came up then, huffing, puffing and sweating. I was afraid that the poor guy was going to have a heart attack. He tried to greet us, but didn't seem to be able to catch his breath. Gail opened the door to a nearby H2 and I helped him sit in the passenger seat.

"Mr. Fitzsimmons, you didn't have to come running out here to see us, we'd have been looking for you in a few minutes anyway, we've picked out two H2s and we'll be picking out an H1 and then we'll need the winches installed. I'm assuming that whatever you get figured out for the back winch on my H1 will work on the other one too," I told him.

He hadn't caught his breath yet and I was beginning to get worried about him. He did nod his head to signify that he understood what I said. After a few more minutes he seemed better.

I asked him how long it would take to get the front winches installed on the three new ones while Gail, Judith and Kathleen went in search of an H1 for Gail. I knew damned well that none of them needed a winch, front or back, but I wasn't about to backwater now.

Fitzsimmons looked a little panicky again and then he finally told me that they didn't have any more kits for winches right now and that it would be Thursday before they got more.

"That's fine, we don't need them today or anything."

He looked like he was ready to kiss me but I wasn't ready for that. He used his cell phone, calling the shop and telling who ever answered, that there were three units on the way and they were to be readied for the customers at once.

When the three got back, we went to all three selections and Fitzsimmons opened the car lots lock boxes to retrieve the keys for each selection and give them to the girls, then they headed over to the shop.

I followed in my H1 and when we got there I saw our truck parked out on what I assumed was the ready line. Fitzsimmons had ridden with me and I asked him about it.

"Yes, it's ready and even if I am bragging, I think they did a hell of a job on the back winch," he said.

We got out and I walked directly to the back of the truck. He had been exactly right, if it worked, and it sure looked perfect.

Nothing was visible, except a cutout in the bumper that had the normal winch cable guide bolted to it with the hook and the end of the cable sticking through. Everything else was behind the bumper and back under the truck's bed. The trailer hitch had been changed though. It was no longer bolted through the bumper. It was in a receiver hitch, like many cars had. It was welded to the frame up underneath the bed and had a place to slide different hitches into it.

"It looks perfect and I guess they changed the trailer hitch to make it possible to get it out of the way if the winch is needed."

"Exactly, I hope that you like it that way," he said.

"It's better than I expected, thank you for your attention to detail and for the very quick and professional job," I said.

"We'll be ready to get to work on your two H1s as soon as we get out shipment, Thursday, and Bob told me that the trailer's manufacturer has promised a complete set of plans for the trailer installation within three days."

I was impressed, once they had decided that it was do it or miss the sales they had gone ahead full bore and even better, they hadn't tried to get by with a half-assed job.

I decided to leave in the truck and asked Fitzsimmons if he could get the gun racks installed in my H1 while we were gone. He said that he'd be glad to and I asked the girls if they wanted to take a ride and they did.

We just rode here and there getting used to the truck and to the people staring at it. After a few minutes I had a thought about the gun racks.

"Gail, there's no way that the Barrett is going to fit in a gun rack is there?" I asked.

"You might hang it up somehow but it would be dumb. You don't hang a twenty thousand dollar rifle up in a window for the whole world to see and about half of it to try and steal. If you want something to put in the gun racks, go to a pawnshop and buy some Winchester Model 94s. They look like the old time cowboy rifles and if someone steals them you haven't lost much," she said.

I laughed long and loud and when I managed to get stopped the first time, I thought about it and broke up again.

"What is so damned funny?" Gail asked me.

"All this truck, hummer and camper buying got started because I couldn't put a gun rack in the Vette, and now I have an H1 and a pickup truck, both will have gun racks but I won't be putting my new rifle in either one," I said, and then laughed some more.

"Well, it isn't that funny, and if I were you I wouldn't mention it to your Dad," Judith said.

"It doesn't really matter, I can still carry them in the truck or the H1 but it was just the thought that struck me funny. Where's the nearest pawn shop?"

We went to five different pawnshops and none of them had anything worth a crap, even just for looks, at a reasonable price. I didn't really care about the money but I wasn't going to let someone rip me off just because I had plenty. After the fifth try we loaded up and went back to the gun store that had called the cops on us.

The same damned clerk waited on us, but he was a hell of a lot more polite this time. I only needed three for the rack in the pickup. The rack for the Hummer wasn't across the back window, it was inside and it would probably end up being a pain in the ass to keep guns in it all the time. I hadn't even had the gun rack installed in the pickup yet and I could have just left it off, but I didn't.

Dad had sent me shopping because I'd popped off about a gun rack and I was at least going to make sure that he saw one somewhere, with guns in it. I finally decided on three Winchester Model 94 Timber Carbines, since in my eyeball's estimation, they looked more classic, than the classic Model 94. I didn't care that they shot 450 Marlin, instead of 30-30. I'd probably never fire them very much anyway. I did get three thousand rounds of ammunition though; mostly just tweaking the clerks nose again.

Gail was going to sign the paperwork, but the clerk told us that the sergeant had signed two dozen blank ones for me, in case it came up again. I wondered how many guns he thought I might buy but I didn't say anything.

The clerk tried to show me some gun cases for the rifles but I told him they were for the gun rack. He looked at me funny, and so did everyone else in the store, as I walked out carrying the ammunition and the girls left, with a rifle each, over their shoulders.

Gail started calling out a marching cadence, as if they were troops on the move...

"Ya left, Ya left, Ya left, right, left Seargent Farmer's turning green, left, right, left, right Someone pissed in his canteen, left, right, left, right"

but I asked her to cut it out because, I was laughing so hard it was tough to keep hold of the ammunition boxes.

We still had plenty of time before they could pick up their Hummers, so we went back to the house. We carried the rifles and ammunition inside and Shelly asked if I were planning on a young war. I had Gail tell the whole story, while Shelly, Shelia and Mom listened and she had us all laughing until our sides hurt. She could tell a joke a hell of a lot better than I could.

After lunch, taking the new Winchesters with us, we all got in the pickup to go back to the dealership. Mom noticed right off that there were seven of us to go in the pickup, which was obviously built with six passengers in mind.

"It'll work out fine Mom. You, Shelly, Shelia and Kathleen are the perfect size to sit in somebody's lap, so we'll have room left over," I said, teasing her.

"Great, can I sit in your lap Gail?" she asked.

"Anytime," Gail told her.

Fitzsimmons was out to greet us almost before we could get stopped. He gushed over Mom and asked her how she liked the new Hummer, but he seemed a little let down when she told him she hadn't had time to try it out yet.

I asked him about getting the gun rack installed in the pickup and he said they could do it in ten or fifteen minutes, so I told him to go ahead. He drove it to the shop himself. The three new hummers were ready and when we were showing them to Mom, Shelly and Shelia, I noticed my Vette sitting right beside them; I'd forgotten about leaving it here.

I asked Shelly and Shelia if they'd drive it home and they didn't really want to.

"You know we only drive in emergencies," Shelly said.

"Well, can't you just do it this time," I asked, not quite begging.

"Oh, all right, I'll do it but Shelly has to come with me," Shelia said.

I went in and got the keys and when I came back out they had the top down again and were sitting in it waiting. I gave them the keys; they fired it up and headed for the street. When Shelia pulled out onto the road, she nailed it, and as the tires screamed, smoke boiled from the rear ones. She didn't cut it any slack either and when it shifted the tires just kept spinning.

"I see why they only drive in emergencies now," Kathleen said, and we all howled.

Gail, Judith and Kathleen were ready to go too, so they took off, but without any tire smoke. Mom looked at my H1 and then looked back toward the shop where the pickup had disappeared.

"Jimmy, you intend for me to drive that giant truck home, don't you?" she asked, accusingly.

"I'd hoped that you would. It has power everything and an automatic transmission," I said.

"It might be fun, but the tires better not do that when I leave," she said.

"They won't Mom, especially if you don't stomp it to the floor."

She seemed satisfied but since we were standing around waiting I asked her if she wanted to go look at the campers. She did, so we headed over to see Bob.

Of course he was glad to see me and even gladder to see Mom. He had us out, going through the big 'bus type' RVs almost at once. Mom bragged on all of them but she didn't bite. We headed back to get the truck and my H1 after about thirty minutes.

"One of those big things wouldn't be a bit like camping, it would be more like taking a damned Greyhound somewhere; I've never wanted to ride a bus," she told me on the way back.

So much for the big RVs.

The truck was already parked by my H1 when we got there and the keys were in it. Fitzsimmons was standing around to thank us again before we left.

I put the three Winchesters into the gun rack and had to help Mom into the driver's seat, since it was so tall, but once she was seated and jacked around with the power seats for a minute, she was set to go. She fired it up and took off and I didn't see her again until I got home. She didn't spin the tires but she didn't waste any time leaving either.

When I got to the house, all vehicles were present and accounted for, except my Vette. I could tell that it had been there though, because it had cut across the front yard, done about three good NASCAR sized donuts and headed out again. I assumed they had switched drivers and that Shelly was now removing any tread that Shelia had inadvertently left on my tires. I hoped they didn't hurt themselves.

In the house, Mom, Judith, Kathleen and Gail were all talking about their new mounts. I got a shock when I sat down with them.

"Jimmy, even though the truck isn't red, it's going to be mine until the red one gets here, I love it. I've already called Fitzsimmons and told him to get me one exactly like it, except red. He said it was called Victory Red.

"He had the nerve to tell me that I probably wouldn't want four-wheel drive, so I asked him if he wanted me to call a different dealership. I explained that I could count as well as anyone, and it was apparent that the truck had six wheels and that when the red one got here, I would be checking to make sure that they'd all be driving," she said.

"What did he say?"

"What could he say but yes Mam? He didn't know if I was serious or not and he sure wasn't going to take any chances. He didn't ever say whether he wanted me to call a different dealership, but I'm pretty sure that he didn't.

"While I was on the phone with him, Gail whispered into my ear that I should warm him not to try delivering it without a winch on the back and I did. We've been laughing about it since I hung up, but what do I need with a winch back there?" she asked.

"Well it started off slowly but it built from there, after I asked him about the winch that was already on the front, I started wondering why there wasn't one on the back too. Most of the time, when someone is stuck, it's easier if they can just go backward to get out," I said.

"Oh, I see, but what if you still need to get past the place where you got stuck? Isn't that the whole point of having four wheel drive, so that you can go on through, even if the road isn't good?" Mom asked.

"I didn't think of that, and if he'd mentioned it, I might have forgotten about the winch on the back. I guess he'll get the last laugh after all, especially when he figures the bill," I said.

"I don't care if he does, this was the most fun I've had since you banged me in the shower this morning," she said, reaching over to kiss me.

"Hey, we didn't get any in the shower," Kathleen said.

"You're going to have to start getting up earlier dear," Mom told her.

Just then we heard the Vette come screaming down the street and we managed to get to the door in time to see Shelly do her donuts. She threw dirt everywhere for two big circles and then skidded over, coming to rest sideways in the driveway, not ten feet from the truck. She and Shelia piled out, still wanting to scream from the excitement.

"I'm sure glad that you got us these new phones, Jimmy," Mom said, as she dialed the landscaper.

Shelly and Shelia were wired when they got in the house.

"Jimmy, I didn't think your car would really go a hundred and sixty like the speedometer says and so we took it out on the freeway," Shelia told me.

"We slowed down after a hundred and twenty though, the wind is too much with the top down," Shelly said.

"You know, I might drive it every now and then, even if it isn't an emergency," they said together, and I know they must have practiced that.

"Maybe I should just call that Earnhardt woman and see if she can sell you one of their cars, with two seats instead of just one, I don't think that they have any with convertible tops though," I told them, thinking I was teasing.

"Well, you'll need to have them put in an automatic transmission, we don't like a stick shift. Doors too, they'll need to put on regular doors, so we won't have to climb in the window. That is a good idea though, and it isn't long until our birthday," Shelia said.

"Yeh, that sounds like fun. See if you can get her to send Dale Jr. to give us a driving lesson or two," Shelly said.

"What have I done?" I asked.

"I think that you might have let your mouth overload even your fathers pocket book," Gail said.

"Don't be silly, if they want one of those cars I'm sure that Jack can afford it. I think they'll have to do something about making them turn right though. The ones on TV only turn left," Mom said.

"Oh, they can be made to turn both ways, I remember that they used to have a race or two each year that had turns in both directions," Kathleen said.

"Don't worry about it, Jimmy. I'll have Francis check on it tomorrow, she can find out all the details," Mom said.

I was glad that she seemed to be getting me off the hook, but I wondered how close I was going to have to start watching my mouth. It seemed like every time I popped off now, it ended up costing a lot of money. I knew that those NASCAR type cars cost a lot of money, a whole lot. I decided to just keep quiet for a while and see if this wouldn't blow over.

Since the car buying was on the back burner for now, I thought we should try for a little time in the pool, but Mom and all the rest of them wanted to get in the kitchen and cook a while. It was almost like a hobby or something for Mom, and apparently the rest of them wanted to join in.

"Why don't you go call Karen and Sharon and get some dates this weekend, Jimmy. They're probably thinking that you've left the country since they haven't even seen you drive by in more than a week," Mom said.

I knew that she meant it from the tone of her voice and so I went into Dad's study, mixed myself a drink, lit a cigar and pulled out my new phone. Then I rebelled for the first time in my life.

I realized that I didn't want a date with Karen or Sharon; I might someday but I didn't now. There were plenty of other girls and women that I enjoyed spending time with and they'd all let me know that they liked my company, a lot. Sharon or Karen might have fit in well with the bunch but they'd just missed their damned chance. I pushed them way back onto the back burner, not forgetting about them, but not dialing their number either.

I walked back into the kitchen to sit at the counter again and just enjoy looking at my girls. That's the way I thought of them now, my girls. I knew that Mom was really Dad's woman but even he'd said he considered her just as much mine as his now. I guess I was feeling a little sappy or something but I didn't care. I realized that I was in love with every one of them and I could feel tears leaking out of my eyes.

Shelly saw me first and hurried over to hug me and ask what was wrong.

"Did one of those bitches say something mean? They're dead meat if they did, just tell us which one it was," she said, patting me on the back and kissing at my tears.

The rest of them were up in arms then, before I could get a word out. I was afraid that Sharon and Karen might actually come to bad ends if I didn't get this straightened out pretty quickly.

"Whoa, whoa, I didn't even call them," I said, blurting it out during a microsecond of quiet.

"Then why were you crying baby? Mom asked, she'd used rank to work her way through the crowd for the prime 'hugging Jimmy' spot.

"I decided that I didn't want a date with either of them. Why waste my time with them when I could be with all of you? Then I came back out here and watched you puttering in the kitchen and I realized how much I loved you all," I said.

Boy, talk about saying the right thing at the right time. They all teared up and mobbed me, trying to get a hand on me somewhere. If it hadn't been a serious moment I know that it would have looked hilarious, but I didn't feel like laughing, I felt like my heart would burst. My throat got a big lump in it and I couldn't talk any more, and I know that the tears came back.

Finally Mom and Judith pulled me out into the living room and sat me down on the couch, the same one that Mom and I had spent a lot of time on. Mom must have signaled the others to stay back because it was just the three of us.

I was between them, and they just kissed around on me and petted, but it wasn't really sexual, or anything like that. They were just letting me know that they loved me. In a while Judith left and when Gail and Kathleen came in Mom left me with them for more of the same.

About fifteen minutes later, Shelly and Shelia came in to relieve them. They started in on me too and by now I'd just about recovered.

"Boy bubba, you did a number on us with that one," Shelly said.

"Well I meant it, I do love each and every one of you."

"We knew that, and so did Mom, I even think that the other three had suspicions, but they're more than convinced now," Shelia said.

"Good then, I wanted everyone to know, I'm just sorry that I had to start blubbering over it."

"Don't be, it made us all weak in the knees. It's too bad you can't learn to fake that; you could have Laura Bush in here wanting you in her panties. That kind of sincerity can't be faked though, not without a lot more practice on your part anyway," Shelly said.

She and Shelia giggled then and it set me off too. In a minute we were laughing and couldn't stop for a while. When we got hold of ourselves we headed for the kitchen, but I did detour to a bathroom to wash my face.

Suppertime came and went and Dad didn't show. We had a nice meal but it was a little different, eating without him, he almost never missed a meal at home. It was also pretty embarrassing for me, since after my blubbering stunt, all of them hung on my every word and couldn't keep from touching me or petting on me if they could reach.

After the meal we went to watch a little TV on the big screen and I noticed that time sitting next to me seemed to rotate out every fifteen minutes or so. Shit, this could grow on a guy. Dad finally came in at eight fifteen and he looked beat, but he was smiling.

He gave all the girls a kiss and gave me a big handshake. Mom fixed him a plate and we all sat with him while he ate. After he was done he asked me to come into the office with him for a drink and a cigar.

When we were in there, with the door closed, I took a cigar and got it going as he mixed us a drink. While he was at it I started remembering how much fun I'd had staying out of school, and I got up my nerve to ask him about home schooling, and when he sat down I hit him with the idea.

"You're right on the money, Jimmy. When you missed all last week and were able to catch up the work in one morning, it made me realize that you and the girls are wasting your time going to public school. I'm going to hire a teacher to come here for Shelia, Shelly and you, three mornings a week," he said.

I was speechless; I couldn't believe that it had worked. It seemed like he had been thinking the same damned thing I had, but I didn't know how I felt about him hiring a teacher.

"I was thinking that Judith could teach me," I said.

"I'm sure she could but we don't want to do that. Don't look so glum; I'm not worried about you getting good marks because you're poling your teacher. I just don't want to put the extra work on Judith. She has classes too that she has to prepare for.

"You probably think the same thing that I did when I was going to school, that all the teacher has to do is show up during the day. There's a lot of work that a good teacher has to do outside of the classroom, a hell of a lot. It'll be even harder in this case, since Shelly, Shelia and you are at different levels, and I'm going to want the teacher to push you all, hard.

"Julian was with me today, but I had Marsha and Francis calling prospective teachers and getting resumes most of the day. I'm sure that we can find a good teacher that's qualified to school Shelly, Shelia and you right here at the house," he said.

"Whatever you say, I'm just glad that I won't have to be going to public school anymore," I said.

"I'm happy that you see it that way and I hope that you don't regret it. One of my main criteria for selecting the teacher is finding one that will be able to push you past high school graduation level within eighteen months," Dad said, giving me a grin.

"Damn, isn't that pushing it a little fast?" I asked.

"Not a bit, you won't be held back waiting for the dim bulbs to catch on. You'll be amazed at how much faster you can learn. It will also give you plenty of extra time for flying lessons and other things I want you to pick up on," he said.

The conversation had taken a major turn in a direction I really liked, in only a few seconds. I'd been dying to take flying lessons for about a year. Here Dad was, telling me that I would be starting them as if it were his idea. Let him think whatever he wanted to, as long as I got to learn to fly, I didn't care why.

"You'll have to bear down on the flying lessons too, because I want you to be certified for multi-engine and IFR as soon as possible. That's going to mean you'll need to get a lot of hours, so I'll be buying a single engine plane next week for you to get started with," he told me.

I'd been knocked out of my jock now and couldn't even comment. Dad had sure taken an amazing turn in just a week and I wondered what in the hell had caused it. I wasn't about to ask though; I planned on enjoying it without question.

"We can go take a look at some, day after tomorrow. The office will be closed until Thursday, at least, for the construction work down there," he said.

"What's going on at the office, everyone else is working except your office aren't they?"

"Yes, that's where the work is going on, in my office, or rather in yours. They're fixing up your bedroom and the rear entrances to Kathleen's and Gail's offices and opening up the wall to take in part of the next suite over," he said.

"Isn't that Mr. Dalrymple's suite?" I asked.

"We moved him down a floor, two months ago, to make room for your accommodations. We had to give him more space, since he was going down a floor, but he's happy and I'm sure you will be too," Dad said.

"Hell yes, I'm happy, but I don't know what I'm going to do with an office in your suite, I hardly ever use the one I have now, I'd be happy to keep it," I said.

"Nonsense, your other secretary will need that office and it wouldn't look right for you to keep it, not to mention that it would be inconvenient to your bedroom down there. Don't worry about your office and what you're going to be doing down there. I'll make sure that the construction is taken care of and you won't be there all day anyway. If you run out of something to do you can just call one of the girls to the bedroom and do some fucking," he said, and laughed.

Things seemed to be getting a little crazy here, but I had sense enough to keep my mouth shut and my ears open. It sounded outlandish but why should I care, if Dad wanted me down there hanging around the office and slipping off into my new bedroom to fuck, why should I complain. In fact, Dad seemed more reasonable by the minute. I wondered who my new secretary was going to be, and then thought, what the hell?

"Who is this new secretary you said I'd have?"

"You'll have to hire one but that can wait a while. If you put too much stress on Gail and Kathleen I'm sure that Judith, Shelly or Shelia will come down every now and then to give them some relief. Hell, Julian, Francis and Marsha may want to give them a break every now and then," he said, laughing again.

I noticed that he didn't say a word about Mom and I made damned sure that I didn't either. We'd never mentioned that, since the time he told me to go ahead and hump her if I wanted to.

"That reminds me, I'll need a new receptionist right away," Dad said.