OVERDRAWN: A LAZY SUNDAY AFTERNOON

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 1 ]

Rex Stanton relaxed by poolside in the backyard of his home. His eyes were closed as he lay on his back, soaking up the warm southern California sun. He could hear the voices of his children, laughing occasionally as they splashed in the water. He’d carved out a grand life for his family with years of hard work and a few shrewd “investments.” In his regular job he bought and sold Internet domain names, a job that until a couple of years ago had brought him a skyrocketing income. Now that the market had slowed down, he still had his “investments” to rely on to support his dwindled, but steady income.

Rex never thought of his gambling as anything but investments. He chose his wagers carefully, but they were still wagers on horses, football, and other sporting events. Through thorough research, he was successful despite the risks. In his heyday, he’d pulled down several hundred thousand dollars a year. It was enough to buy the huge house in La Jolla, send his kids to the best private schools, and get him all the luxuries he desired.

Hearing a shriek, he opened his eyes briefly to catch a glimpse of his youngest daughter, Heather, as she tottered on the edge of the pool and then fell in. Heather was 9 years old, her sleek body clad in a tight, solid blue one-piece bathing suit as it slipped back into the water with a grace that defied the fact that she’d just been pushed in by her brother. It was the suit that all the kids on her swim team wore and she came up to the surface with sure strokes that took her to the other side of the pool swiftly. She stuck her tongue out at her brother.

Though he hadn’t seen the actual infraction, Rex saw that Dan was suspiciously close to where Heather had fallen in and caught the little pink tongue as it darted out at the 11-year-old boy. Like his younger sister, Dan was wearing the team swimsuit, a tight, brief suit of solid blue made for serious swimming. The boy dove into the water toward Heather and Rex closed his eyes again with an ear cocked to the sound of trouble. Aside from a short squeal of delight, which told Rex that all was in fun, there was no other sound from Heather.

The man’s calm exterior was a mask of denial. His past successes were just that, past. A recent spate of back luck had put him farther in debt than he had ever been. All his wealth was tied up in possessions, like the house, cars, a boat, a plane, and other toys he didn’t want to part with. But, he wasn’t worried about the debt he’d run up to this point because of his long history with his lender. Of course, lender was another of his euphemism, this one meaning bookie. His lender, Nick, had gotten rich off Rex’s successes in past years and Rex was confident that Nick would let him ride for a little bit longer until good luck returned.

Nick did indeed appreciate Rex’s successes. With every transaction, he took a cut of Rex’s winnings and Rex had been his big money winner for several years. The relationship had been so successful that Nick considered Rex a friend and had invited him up to his mountain retreat on several occasions. Guests at Nick’s retreat were treated like royalty because that was how Nick wanted to be treated. Loan sharking to gambling addicts was just one of Nick’s sources of incomes. Between that, drug dealing, prostitution, and selling guns, he was rich enough to have a servant for each of his guests. Even the children had a servant and Nick enjoyed it immensely when little 7-year-old Heather had pompously ordered her maid to, “Fetch me a towel,” or “Pick up that trash.”

Yes, it had been 2 years since he’d been happy enough with Rex’s business dealings to invite him and his family up for a week. To Rex it seemed like yesterday, but he should have seen that he was falling out of favor with Nick. And, while Nick could be generous, he could also be ruthless.

Rex felt the presence of his wife as a cool shade. He opened his eyes and looked up at her. “Better turn over,” she said to him, “or else you’ll be no good in bed tonight.” Knowing that she meant a sunburn would make a romp between the sheets painful, he glanced briefly at his own deeply tanned body. He hadn’t been in the sun long enough to burn. He grabbed her around the knees and she gracefully knelt on top of him, their lips meeting.

Liz Stanton had fallen in love with a starving young man with ambition. He was just out of college and she was a sophomore. There was scarcely a minute that went by that the woman didn’t marvel at the turn of events that turned her man into a millionaire and their lives into a dream. Her parents had disapproved of the “poor dreamer” some 16 years ago. Her mother had even gone so far as to say outright that she should have married for money and not for love. Now that Liz had both, her mother didn’t complain anymore.

At 36, she still looked like she was in her mid-twenties. Money, a personal trainer, and good genes made sure she stayed youthful. Her slender figure had been inherited. The fine muscle tone had been earned. Quite aware that her children were close by, she was content with pressing her body against her husband’s well muscled body. Later she would want to feel his hands in all her tender places and rub her body against his.

She tried to set a good, chaste example for her girls. Even now she was wearing a one-piece suit though she had the body for the tiniest of bikinis. Her C-cup breasts formed smooth, nylon covered mounds on her chest. The tight suit, blue just like Heather’s and Dan’s, tapered to a narrow waist and then flared to accommodate her 34” hips. She wore the same suit the swim team wore as a sign of support of her kids. It also gave her no small amount of pleasure to know how much the other swim mom’s envied her for the way the suit looked on her.

The remainder of the family was not similarly clad. Rex wore a baggy suit to hide the bulge in his crotch, now even more important with his wife laying on top of him and increasing the size of his bulge. Nina, their eldest daughter, ignored her mother’s example and was wearing a small bikini that was a tradeoff between maximum exposure to the sun and minimum criticism from her mother. The 14-year-old was also on the swim team, but aside from practices and meets never wore the team suit anymore. Diana, Dan’s twin sister, had recently graduated from the one-piece suit, insisting on looking more grown up like her big sister. Her two-piece suit covered much more skin than Nina’s, but neither it nor her one-piece suit could hide the onset of puberty and her growing body.

Liz stood back up and moved to a separate lounge where she laid down on her back. After a minute for the tension in his suit to relax, Rex rose from his position and dove into the pool to cool off. It was a typical Sunday afternoon for the Stanton’s, a day set aside for family time. They all went different directions at different speeds all week, but Sunday was family time. With all that he could provide to his children, they didn’t rebel against this one rule – after all, family time could just as easily be a quick flight to Baja for the day, an Aerosmith concert, or deep sea fishing. The only criterion was that the family be together with no guests. Somewhere in the house, Rex could hear the phone ringing, but family time meant no interruptions. There was no business urgent enough to detract from the family.

When the phone rang again later that evening, the family time restriction had passed and Rex answered it. “Yo, Rex, long time, bud,” said a familiar voice.

Rex bantered back, “Hi, Nick, what are you talking about. Didn’t I just see you Tuesday?” He was a little concerned to hear Nick on the other end of the phone. Over the past month he’d been visited by a couple of Nick’s men asking for a payment on his account and he’d had to make excuses. The meeting with Nick last Tuesday had been a little threatening, but he’d glibly danced his way out of the predicament with his usual suave promises of certain wins in the near future.

“Well, you I saw,” said Nick. “Been a long time since you and the family came up to the mountain,” he said, referring to his retreat.

“Has it?” said Rex. He had to think about that. At the pace he was living his life, time seemed to fly past. It didn’t seem that long ago. “What, just last year, wasn’t it?” He relaxed at Nick’s casual tone and the anticipation of an invitation to Nick’s retreat. He figured Nick was brushing aside their business differences and reminding him of their friendship.

“Try two years,” said Nick. “How about you take a week off and bring the whole family up. I’ll bet Heather has grown a foot since I saw her last.”

“Sounds great,” replied Rex. He wasn’t going to turn down his friend and lender and risk insulting him. He was confident that he was still on Nick’s good side and the invitation backed up that confidence. Still, he was very aware that he owed Nick a lot of money and didn’t want to make a wrong move now. “When did you have in mind?”

“Well, I know a busy guy like you can’t just drop everything, but I was thinking about next week? I mean, any time is open, but I figure tomorrow is too quick, so how about you come up next Sunday and plan to stay until Saturday?”

Rex quickly ran through his schedule. His own personal schedule was no problem, but, “The kids have a meet that Saturday. Hate for them to miss practice and can’t miss the meet.”

“Hey, they can miss practice,” said Nick. “We’ll take ‘em out to the middle of the lake and drop ‘em in,” he chuckled. They had done that before, even 7-year-old Heather had swum back to shore. They had stayed right there in the boat to supervise just in case, but the kids had all had great time. “And, you can leave Friday evening then.”

Nick didn’t even mention the Olympic size pool he had at the retreat, but Rex hadn’t forgotten about that. “Let me ask Liz,” he said. “Just a minute, OK?”

“No problem, bud,” said Nick.

“She’s not too far,” he said as he padded through the house with the cordless phone. Rex found Liz in the kitchen and explained the invitation to his wife. Liz remembered the exquisite treatment that they all received at the retreat and didn’t need any convincing. So, the visit was set. The kids, used to getting everything they wanted, were equally thrilled at the chance to go be pampered at the mountain retreat.

There were two things that Liz didn’t know that might have made her change her mind about the upcoming trip. First, she didn’t know that her husband was deeply in debt to Nick and under pressure to pay him back. Second, she didn’t know that their story was being told on a Lolita bondage web site. But then, neither did Rex, Dan, or the bevy of Lolitas.

Coming Soon

Nick explains a new way for Rex to pay off the interest on his debt. Liz says, “I’m in the wrong damn story.” Dan’s eyes bug out at the unexpected predicament of his twin sister. And, Nina thought her bikini was revealing…