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   Chapter Five
   Mom, Dad, Maren, and Kelly walked down the beach to the east, now, I had
waited for a while, and finally gave up on Chelsea coming out to meet me. I
was walking west, not in any hurry, just thinking of our stay at the
resort, picturing in my mind all the changes that were taking place, and
seeing the place when it was completely finished.
   I wished I could be naked, as I walked in the late evening sun, but
there were still a lot of people out, mostly couples, now as the Moms and
Dads, with little ones, too small for school, were herding them back to
their cars.
   The surf was light, after being broken by the outer reef, along the
coast.  The soft rush and roll, of the little waves, seemed to be playing,
as they hit the sand, fell apart, and washed back to be hit by the next one
that rushed in.
   Suddenly, someone had their hands on my waist from behind, I turned and
there was Chelsea, smiling; her long, silky blonde hair, still in a pony
tail, that came to the top of her barest necessity, bikini bottom.  Her
top, was even more daring; with the outer edges of her big aureoles,
peeking out from under the patch of red cloth.
   "Hi, Chelsea, I was afraid you weren't coming."
   "I had to run home and change, and then Mom wanted me to help her with
some stuff, for a minute.  I ran all the way here, I was afraid you had
given up.  I beat on your bus, until some people walking by looked at me
funny; then, I decided to find you.  I told myself that, a boy like you,
would walk west, and here I am!" She said, and hugged her hard, tanned
body, to me.  I really wanted to be naked, then.
   "Want to walk some more, or do you need to rest?"
   "I run all the time, see my long thin 'runner's legs'?" I looked at her
long sexy legs, and shook my head in wonder; she grabbed my hand, and we
started walking west once more.
   "How could I not notice them?  You are very tall, and very sexy,
Chelsea."
   "Thanks, Bobby, I think you are tall, dark, and so VERY handsome; how
old did you tell me you were?"
   "I'm fourteen; I'll be fifteen in December."
   "You sure look older; more mature, I guess I should say.  You look a lot
like your Dad; I bet you hear that a lot, too, don't you?"
   "I do, but I have to be honest; as much as I would love for him to be my
real dad, he's not.  When he and Mom get married in November, he is going
to adopt me, and my name will officially be Robert Murphy Jr., but you can
call me Bobby."
   "I bet you have a lot of girlfriends, don't you?" She asked, coyly.
   "Well, I have a lot of friends, and for some reason most of them are
girls, I would think you'd have a local boy chasing every step you make, as
sexy and pretty as you are."
   "I did have a boy friend, but we broke up when school was out, last
spring, I caught him with another girl."
   "Sorry, he must have been an immature jerk to let go of you."
   "Thanks, and, yes he is; but I thought he loved me, and three days after
we did it the first time, he was with another girl.  Now I hear he has
ditched her, too."
   "Just be thankful you found out now; you can get on with your life, I
promise you, you deserve a lot better than that."
   "Thanks, Bobby, uh, Bobby, have you done a lot of things with girls, I
mean, like sex things?"
   "Well, I'm not as old as your ex-boyfriend is, but I have been with a
few girls, and yes, we have done just about everything.  But I'm still
friends with all of them, though, and always will be!  I have a special
friend I met this last week, I think we love each other, but we want to be
sure."
   "I almost knew, that someone like you, would have a special girl; I envy
her, and I know I am older, but I think you are a nice person, I mean, I,
well, I was hoping we could, maybe, kiss at least.
   "I'm probably not being fair, Bobby.  I saw you, and I wanted to be with
you, this is the first time I've ever said that to a boy.  I hope you don't
think I am a bad girl, I'm not."
   "I'm flattered that you wanted to be with me.  I knew, as soon as I saw
you, I wanted to kiss you, and be with you."
   "But you have a girl; I don't want to be a part of something, like what
my ex did to me."
   "Well, I'm not trying to talk you into something; but you need to know
how special my girl is, that I like so much.  You see, she told me, to go
have fun; meet girls, and fuck them; and then come back, and make love to
her, and tell her about it all."
   "Wow, really?  I wish I could be like that; maybe, if I met someone
special, like you, I could.  Then I'd know, if he came back, he really did
love me."
   "Yeah, I know.  It's hell being a teenager; we're old enough to fuck,
and love; but we're too young to make plans about our future.
   "Murphy and Mom have both taught me a lot; especially since they have
fallen in love.  All I have to do is ask them, and they'll tell me exactly
what they think about it, no matter if it's about making love, or just
plain fucking."
   "Wow, you are lucky to have a Mom and Dad like that, I think my Mom
would be truthful and honest with me; I just don't know how to go about
asking her the personal questions."
   "Just come right out and ask.  That's what I do."
   "Yeah, but if you were a girl, how would you ask your own Mom, if she
thinks it's okay to ask a boy to have sex with you?"
   "I just say, "Mom, I met someone I'd like to fuck, what is the best way
to ask her, if she wants to?"
   "I wish Mom was here right now." Chelsea said, and stopped walking, she
pulled me around, and we kissed.
   "What would you do?" I asked, and we kissed again, this time with more
heat, as she put her hands on my naked back.
   "I'd point at you, and ask her what she thinks the best way to get you
to fuck me would be." Chelsea said, and smashed her body into mine, as she
sucked my lips, and bumped her pussy into my dick.  I reached around her,
with both hands, and ran my fingers up and down her naked back, I snagged
the strings of her bikini top and bottom, as if I were mad they were there,
as I rubbed her butt, her back, and even down inside her bottoms, to feel
her smooth crack.
   "Did your Dad teach you how to do that?  You are just TOO good, Bobby."
   "Yes; and my Mom, too."
   "Your Mom, too, Bobby?"
   "Yes, I love my Mom."
   "I love my Mom and Dad too, but we never talk about how to make my skin
crawl up and down my legs, and my nipples swell up and puff out, wishing a
boy would touch them."
   "I bet your Mom would show you." I rubbed her more now, and I almost
pulled the bow knot out of her bikini top, in back; then, I ran my hands
down the sides of her hips, and hooked my thumbs in her strings there,
pulling her bottoms up tight into her crotch, until I was afraid I was
going to snap the strings.
   I kept my thumbs hooked in the strings that tied her bottoms on, then, I
pushed the strings downward, until I felt her wriggle, as if trying to get
the bottoms off.
   She was rolling her hips, and swaying like a belly dancer, as I pulled
my hands back to her top, and with the heels of my hands, I slid back, to
the sides of her firm breasts.  We were still kissing, and Chelsea moaned
into my mouth.
   I hooked my thumbs under the small cups of her bikini, and ran them back
to where the strings were tied.  I pulled the ends, and the strings fell
across my arms, and her top was loose on her breasts.
   Chelsea rubbed her breasts back and forth across my chest, making her
top slide off to the side, her warm breasts now pressing into my naked
chest, her pert rubbery, nipples raking hard against my skin.
   "Don't stop." She pleaded.
   "I wasn't about to."
   I slid my hands back down to her butt; I cupped her buttocks in each
hand, and lifted her up on her toes, as I ground my hard dick against the
crotch of her bikini.
   I grabbed as much of her bottom as I could get hold of, and pulled her
up again, this time by her bikini bottom, pulling them up, and into her
butt crack.
   She now wore a thong, and I cupped both naked butt cheeks, digging my
fingers into her, right where her thighs swelled into a sexy teenage ass.
   The sun was down, now, and dusk would soon be turning to dark.  I looked
all around, and saw no one.  I untied her bikini bottom, and she moved
back, to let me pull the strip from between her thighs.
   I took the small strip of cloth, with four strings dangling from it, and
pulled it up around my neck.
   "GOD, you are so sexy, and this is so fucking erotic." She said, as she
looked at her bikini bottom around my neck.
   I pulled the bikini around, and put the very center of her crotch in my
mouth, and sucked and chewed and tasted her juices, and smelled her musk.
My dick went from almost hard, to spring steel, in a split second.
   I pulled the bikini out of my mouth, and put it under her nose, Chelsea
sucked her breath in through her nose, and then opened her mouth, to take
her own bikini into her mouth, and suck on her juices, as I had done.
   I ran my hands back to her sexy butt, I wanted more.  Lifting her up by
her buttocks, I slipped my finger tips deep inside her split.
   Chelsea moaned, as I raked her pussy lips, and her butt hole, at the
same time.  I hooked one finger in her wet pussy, and smeared her juices
all over her anal passage.  I hooked two fingers in her, one on each hand,
one in her slippery pussy, the other in her grasping, clasping anus.
   "FUCK, BOBBY, I am going to cum, right here."
   "Cum for me, Chelsea, make it run down your legs.  I want you wet, when
I bend you over, and fuck you."
   "DAMN, I have never had a cum hit me like that.  OH FUCK, you made me
have another one, Bobby.  Dig your fingers in me again, like that.
   "NNNNNnnnnnnnggggguuuuuhhhhhhhhh.  FUCK, what are you doing to me?"
   "I was just touching you; I want you to feel good." I smiled at her in
the dim light.
   "Feel good, my ass!  I've got pussy juice running all down my legs, to
my knees now." She laughed, and hugged me again.
   Chelsea dropped to her knees, and untied the drawstring in the waist
band of my swimsuit; she pulled them over my hips, and screamed.
   "BOBBY MURPHY JR., that's not a fourteen year old cock."
   "Well, it's mine, and I am fourteen, you should see my Dad's!"
   "Damn, you mean to say, it's bigger than yours?  Have you really fucked
girls with this?  Hell, I know now why you are still friends with all of
them.  Damn, hold on, I'm going to TRY to get my mouth on it, and then
you're going fuck me right here, on this beach."
   Chelsea sucked the head of my dick inside her mouth, and I almost shot
her full; I was getting better at holding back my cum, and now I let it
build up.
   I loved shooting into a girl's pussy, with my first load of hot cum;
then, I could slow down, and shoot a couple of times more, before I'd run
out of bullets.
   "I hope you have a condom, Bobby, I need you so badly, I'm almost
willing to let you shoot me in my naked pussy."
   "I've got three, you want me to use them all?"
   "I know I want one; and maybe even take two; but there's no way I could
take this fucking cock in my pussy, for three fucks, in a row." She
giggled.
   "Stand up, and bend over, you're getting your first one, from behind,
and I'm going all the way to the bottom of your pussy too."
   "Fuck me, Bobby, I need you."
   Chelsea bent over, and put her hands on her knees, her butt out, and her
head down.
   Her pussy was trimmed back short, but not shaved clean, and I found her
wet slit in a hurry.  I wanted her, as bad as she wanted me, and I shoved
over half of my dick into her tight teenage pussy.  She said she had only
fucked once before, and she sure was tight!
   Chelsea bent over further now, and grasped her ankles, her pussy was at
a better angle, now, for me to 'go deep' as I heard Murphy say, once.
   "Hold on, Chelsea, I'm going to put my dick all the way in you."
   "FUCK, Bobby, you mean it's not all the way in now.  Hell, just shove
that fucker all the way in, and let me have a good cum on it."
   Chelsea was bent nearly double, now, her pert breasts were touching her
legs, just below her knees, as she pulled herself back, tight against her
legs.
   I took her hips in my hands, and slammed my dick, now slickened with her
oily juices, as deep as she had pussy to handle.  Chelsea grunted, then,
she yelled.
   "AGAIN, Bobby, fuck me deeper."
   Again, I did as she asked; as deep as I could get into her; she was just
too small to get all of me inside her.
   "NOW," Chelsea screamed, in to the night air; and I shot the rubber
full, wishing, once again, that I was shooting into a naked pussy, with my
naked dick.
   Chelsea stood up, and quickly whirled, to hug me and kiss me.
   "That was awesome, Bobby, I love your long fat cock in my pussy.  Want
to do it again?" She asked me, in a little girl voice.
   "Sure."
   I jerked my cum filled rubber off, and rolled a fresh one down my dick.
I bent over, and grabbed my swimsuit, and shook the sand out, then, I sat
down on it, and pulled her to me.
   "Sit on my dick, this time, Chelsea, and let me go all the way inside
you, it feels even better when we fuck like this."
   "Damn Bobby, I feel like I am sitting on a ball bat, not that I ever
have, but your cock feels so big."
   "Ride me, Baby, let that tight little pussy run and play, and have some
fun; slide up and down, and get all you can, then open up, and let me go
deep while you're sitting on me.  When you feel your cum about to hit, lean
over, and give me some titty."
   "nnnnnNNUUUUNNHHHHH." I've got it all in me, Bobby, I felt between us,
and you are all the way in my pussy."
   "Now, fuck me, like I just fucked you, Chelsea."
   She did too!  I mean, she fucked me, like Mom fucks me, when she sits on
my dick.
   Chelsea leaned over with her lithe, slender body, while I grabbed one of
her breasts in my hand.  I sucked an entire titty into my mouth, and
she-fucking-came-unglued!
   She was wide open, now, and I was balls deep inside her, when she
started with her next hard cum; her pussy, and all her insides, were
pulling, and twisting on my dick, until I exploded into the condom.
   Chelsea fell forward limp, and lying on my chest, as I hugged her
tightly to me.
   We lay like that for the longest time; then she finally roused up, and
kissed me on the mouth.
   "I need your phone number, and your email address, Bobby, I want to be
your friend, too, please?"
   "I want yours also; we'll go back by the bus, and I'll give them to you,
we'll be coming this way, a lot; we all love the warm water, and being
naked.  Let's get our swimsuits, and get in the water to wash off a
little."
   We walked naked into the warm water, and I washed the sand off my butt,
and she washed the pussy juice off her legs.
   We finally got her bikini back on, after much laughing, and playing in
the water.
   Chelsea and I walked back to the bus, and went in to see Mom, Dad,
Maren, and Kelly all in bed naked.
   They waved at us, and went right back to fucking, sucking, and
fingering, each other.
   I walked with Chelsea the four blocks to her home.  We stood by the
porch, talking, and wishing we could be together longer.  I hugged her, and
she kissed me deep.  She put her hand on my dick, and backed up to look at
me in the dim light of the street lights.
   "If you want to fuck one more time, I've got one more rubber." I asked,
and without waiting for an answer, I turned her around, and told her to
bend over the porch.
   I pushed my trunks down, and rolled the rubber on my already swollen
dick head.
   I pulled the crotch of her bikini to the side, and slipped my dick into
her pussy, as she bucked back against me.  The porch was just a little
lower than her waist; so she dropped her upper body down, with her feet on
the ground, spread wide apart as I stood between her legs, and fucked her
hard, as I slammed my dick into her, until we both grunted with our cum,
blasting her insides, from both directions.
   Chelsea sat on the edge of the porch, and I sat beside her, after we
each got our breath back.
   "I don't see Dad's truck here; I want to give you something." Chelsea
said, as she pulled her bikini off, and handed both the top and the bottom,
to me.  I helped her step up on the porch, my finger in her pussy, as she
giggled, and wriggled her butt.
   She bent back down, and we kissed for a long time; then she touched my
face, as I traced my fingers across her lips.
   We smiled, and without another word we both turned; I walked to the
street, after looking back once more, to see her wave as she slipped in the
house naked.
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   "You need a shower, Bobby; get one, and I'll fix you a sandwich, real
quick; you want a Coke to drink?" Kelly said, as she saw me come in.  She
hugged me, and then backed up.
   "Bobby, you fucked that girl, good, didn't you?" She grinned, as I took
my swimsuit off, she patted me on my butt, as I walked by with a big grin
on my face.
   "I'm proud of you, baby, I wish I had been there to help you fuck her."
Kelly laughed.
   After my shower, I ate my sandwich, and drank my Coke.  Kelly and I
cuddled up on the smaller bed, in the guest bedroom.  I don't think I even
moved, until I felt Murphy touch my shoulder, at daylight the next morning.
  
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   "Morning, Bobby." I grinned as he looked at me, with a big smile on his
face.  "I take it you had a good time with Chelsea?" I asked as he eased
out of the bed, to keep from waking Kelly.
   "Hey, Murphy, we both had a great time.  She's not a bad girl, Murphy,
we talked, and became friends, and we wanted more, I told her we were
leaving, this morning, and she wanted to have my phone number, and my email
address; that's when we came by here."
   "I know she is a good girl, Bobby; your Mom does too, we're glad that
you and Chelsea had a good time, I really appreciate you standing up for
her too, telling me she is a good girl.  That says a lot for you, son."
   "Thanks, Dad, I'm glad you understand, I am so glad you are my Dad."
Bobby grabbed me, and I felt him sob, as I held him tight to me.  Damn,
he's nearly as tall as me, and I'm six foot even.
   "Just remember, that I am always here; I will always believe in you, and
I will always love you.  You and I have a lot of things, yet, to do
together, and a lot of places to see.
   "Plus, there's a lot of pussy out there; and we're going to fuck our
share of them." I hugged him tight, then, pushed him back, to wipe his eyes
with my fingers.
   "I love you, Murphy."
   "I love you too, Bobby Murphy Jr."
   "Now, let's get some breakfast cooked, and get this rambling wreck on
the road.  You fix the toast, and I'll cook the bacon and eggs.  We're
gonna fatten these girls up, and get them all pregnant." I laughed, and
Bobby did too.
   Bobby and I cooked breakfast, and woke the girls up to eat, everyone was
in high spirits.  We were going to stay in New Orleans, tonight, and then
head out for Texas tomorrow morning.
   Meghan got her laptop warmed up, and looked up The W Hotel.  She decided
we wanted the one on Chartres Street, which was closest to The French
Quarter, as well as Jackson Square; the huge park that is famous for the
artists, their art work, and the great display of statues.
   I looked at her map on the screen, and picked the way, I thought would
be best.  Meghan called the Reservation Number she looked up, and made
reservations for a family suite of rooms.
   I love this girl, for more than her sexy body, and she shows me why, all
the time.
   She told them where we were, and what we were driving; they gave her
street by street, directions to their parking lot, where we could park our
bus.
   The Google Maps showed it to be around 95 miles, and about an hour and a
half driving time.
   We dressed in our best t-shirts, and shorts, and walking shoes; the
girls packed what we needed for a change of clothes, in one bag, and we
were off.
   I headed west on I-10, at exactly 8:00, according to the digital clock
on the dash.
   "Bobby, we are going to cross Lake Pontchartrain; the old bridge was
once called the longest in the world.  I doubt it is now though," Maren
told him.
   I could hear them, back behind me, as they started on their lessons.  I
was so proud of Maren, and my son, Bobby.  I could have stopped the bus
right there, and walked back to hug and kiss them both.  I made a mental
note to do that, when we stopped at the hotel.
   We crossed the long bridge over Lake Pontchartrain, and it looked like
we were crossing the ocean.  I had been to New Orleans, on our senior trip,
when I graduated from high school.  I remembered the Lake, and how big it
is.
   I-10B runs right into downtown New Orleans; and I listened, as Meghan
read off the intersections and streets, to me.  She had written them all
down.
   I love her for being a GREAT co-pilot, and navigator too; she was
absolutely the best, leaving nothing to chance, and paying attention to
each little detail.
   We went all the way to Canal Street, then down to Chartres Street, about
ten or twelve blocks, and we were there.
   Meghan had even asked the girl where to park the bus, when we got to the
hotel, and as soon as we spotted the huge red 'W' high above hotel, Meghan
started telling me, where we were supposed to park.
   I wasn't worried a bit, as I listened to her directions, and drove right
into the parking lot; we saw an attendant run out, waving his long orange
wand, as he danced a little 'soft shoe, ' and sang us right into the best
parking place on the lot.
   "Welcome to the W, my friends, where y'all from?' He smiled a broad
smile, and we all answered: "Memphis."
   "AHHH, my heart goes out to Memphis, if I wasn't here, I'd want to be in
Memphis." He smiled, and I slipped him a hundred.
   "Keep an eye on the wagon, y'all." I said, and he slapped my hand four
different ways, before we got away from him.
   "Yas'suh, Boss." He said, and smiled that big smile, as he tucked the
c-note snuggly down in his vest pocket.
   We only had one bag, since we don't have a great need for clothes. 
Bobby carried it, as we all walked to the desk, and checked in.
   "Murphy," Meghan said, as she stepped to the desk with a smile.
   "Yes, Ma'am, Ms.  Murphy, we have you folks down fo' our big 'sweet' of
rooms, up on the top flo'." The girl drawled.
   Folks talk bout me drawling my voice all the time, but this 'Naw'leans'
drawl makes me sound like I was a New York cab driver.
   We were accompanied by a bell hop, even though we carried only one bag.
   I tipped him a ten, after he opened the rooms, showed us where the
liquor cabinet was, and the snack bar, and the condiment tray, as well as
where the cold water and drinks were.
   "Yas'suh, Boss, y'all have a great stay, and if y'all need anythang
atall, jus' call for Leroy, down at the Bell Capt'ns Station."
   "Thanks, Leroy." Bobby said, and he and Leroy must have slapped hands
twenty different ways.
   "Come look out the window, we have a view of the Mississippi River.  OH,
and there's the River Walk; we'll have to go there, and watch the big
Cruise Ships come in," Kelly said, as she looked at all the places she
wanted us to see.
   "Is that Jackson Square I see, off to the left, there?" Meghan asked.
   "Yes, that's it; we'll all go there, and have a caricature of us
sketched in chalk." Kelly said.
   "Yes, I want to do that, and hang them here, in our RV." Meghan said.
   "We have some time before lunch; what do you all think about walking the
three or so blocks to The River Walk, then we can go to the park, and get
our mugs drawn." I said.
   "Great idea, I hope we can find some good spicy Cajun food, while we're
here, let's ask Leroy, when we go down." Maren laughed.
   "Hey, that's a great idea, I bet Leroy can keep us out of trouble, or
get us into trouble; just according to the mood we're in." Meghan agreed.
   Bobby grabbed our digital camera, and we started out.
   When we got to the ground floor, Maren and Bobby ran over to Leroy, he
was glad they came to see him, and we all laughed, as he put on a show of
telling them where the best Cajun food was around the Hotel.
   I saw Bobby hand Leroy another tip, and they went through the slapping
of hands again, as they both smiled.
   "I didn't even think to give Bobby any money, I feel so bad." Meghan
said.
   "I gave him a hundred.  I knew he'd need some pocket change." I told
them.
   "I gave him three hundred, I knew he'd need some money too, after all,
he's a 'Murphy', Kelly said, and we all laughed at that.
   From that day, until he graduated, Bobby Murphy Jr., never had less than
a hundred in his pockets, I saw to it.
   Little did I know, but Meghan, Maren, and Kelly also slipped him a
hundred a week.  I found out about it one day when he told me to look in
his pants, and hand him his money clip.  He had over a thousand dollars in
cash.  And he never spent it foolishly, that's my boy!
   "What did Leroy tell y'all about Cajun food?" I asked.
   "Leroy said.  'All y'all, jus' go'on down t' th' River Walk, lack y'all
wuz gone do enney ways, an' Julia Street is jus' back up a ways, from dere,
Jus' ax enney one, where Mulate's Restaurant is, an' dey can show y'all."
Bobby said; he sounded just like Leroy, and we all walked out laughing,
like hell, at his antics.
   "Well, we may as well go to the River Walk, then get some Cajun food,
and come back to Jackson Square."
   Meghan suggested, we all agreed this was best, since we were leaving
tomorrow morning.
   We could see the tall, two story buildings of the mall, along the River
Walk, and were there in no time, at all.
   Bobby and I didn't get as excited as the women did, when they saw the
stores inside the mall.  We went out, and sat on the benches on the dock,
and watched two huge Cruise Ships come around the bend in the Mississippi
River, and right past the very dock we sat on.
   Each one eased right by the mall, and just before they crashed into a
low bridge, over the Mississippi River; with the help of a single tug boat,
they turned completely around in the river, and docked just below us.
   Bobby was taking pictures like crazy, as they opened a small door in the
hull of the ship, down near water level, and swung a 'gang plank' right up
to the door, people walked out, and up the steps to the River Walk.
   Damn, what a deal.
   Bobby and I watched, as the next cruise ship came around the bend in the
river from the Gulf of Mexico, and eased around with the little tug boat
pushing and turning it, and they also docked behind the first one.
   Damn, again.
   Meghan, Maren, and Kelly all came out later, loaded with shopping bags
on both arms, and laughing, like they had just bought the whole mall; damn,
I better not think that out loud, she'll go back in there, and buy it.
   Mulate's Restaurant was just what we needed.  They had music, and food,
and we all had a "Stout Toddy", except Bobby, that is.
   We ordered some of everything on the menu, I think, and when they
brought our food out, it sure looked like it, too.  The big table was full
of food.
   We were all hungry, though, and when we were through eating, there
wasn't enough left, to even ask for a 'to go' bag.
   There was a Cajun band playing the upbeat music, which included a lot of
accordion and fiddle, as well as guitar and drums.
   I watched as one couple danced together, as others stood off to the
side, and waited for someone to ask them to dance, some women danced
together, and some danced alone.
   I kept watching the dance, and I knew I could do it, it was a little
different from the western boot scootin' dances, that I was used to, but I
was game.
   Kelly looked at me, "Can you do that, Murphy?"
   "I can give it a hell of a try, can you?"
   "I have done it before; let's go; what the hell." She laughed, and I
came around the table to join her.
   We hit the floor, just as the band started a feisty, fast number, with a
lot of fiddle, I watched as Kelly led me through the steps a few times, and
we cut out around the dance floor, along with the other two couples, that
were dancing.
   Kelly finally got me lined out, and we were having a ball.  I looked,
and Meghan, Maren and Bobby were standing near the dance floor watching.
   Kelly and I broke apart, and she grabbed Bobby, and I grabbed Maren and
Meghan, they were laughing, and trying to fight me off, but they finally
gave up, and I showed them the steps that Kelly had shown me.  We weren't
the best on the floor, but we were the happiest.  When the song ended,
there was a round of applause for our family, from the band, and the
diners, as well.
   We were all laughing, and having the best time of our lives, this is
what we dreamed of.  We walked back to the Hotel, and left our shopping
bags, then headed out to the park.
   Bobby ran ahead of us, and already had a pretty young girl, with long
black hair, ready to draw us as a group.
   As she worked with her chalks, and colored pens and crayons, she talked
to us, we told her where we were from, and that we didn't really know where
we were going.
   Meghan told her, that we all wanted an individual portrait, too, and she
asked if we minded if her friends helped her.
   "They are really good, and they will do them for the same price I quoted
you."
   "Sure, if you say they are good, let them come on, and get started."
Meghan told her.
   One boy, and two girls, came over and they all split up to do Bobby,
Maren, and Kelly's.  I waited for Julianne to do mine, after she did
Meghan's, since she had started already.
   I sat, and watched as she worked her colors, her hands seemed to know
where to go, before she even touched the colored chalk.  There were never
any wasted movements, as she worked at her talent.  Julianne told us she
was a student, with a scholarship at an art school, and did this for extra
money.
   When they were all through, and we were standing, waiting for the
fixative to dry, and looking at each others portraits, Meghan pulled out
her wallet, and gave each of Julianne's friends a hundred, then she gave
Julianne three hundred, for the ones she did of us, and the group.
   They all protested that it was way too much, but we all knew who was
going to win this argument.
   We took Julianne's name, address, and the phone number, at the dorm,
where she stayed.  And promised we'd call her when we came back through. 
Meghan gave her our email address, and phone numbers; and we were off, each
carrying our portrait and me, carrying the one of the group.
   When we put the portraits in our room, we were still excited, even
though it had been a fantastic day, so far.  Kelly suggested we sneak Bobby
into the casino, across the street from the hotel.
   "Kelly, do you think we can get him in?  They may kick us all out, if
they catch us." Meghan said, and giggled.
   "Hell, let them, we'll just find something else to do." Kelly laughed,
and we all caught her 'go to hell' attitude, and crossed the street.  We
walked right in, no one was even at the door, and we walked right on down
to the rows of slot machines, from one cent, to five hundred dollars, a
pull.
   Bobby watched as a young black woman hit a jackpot on a dollar machine,
for fifteen hundred dollars.  He was as excited as the woman was, as she
danced, and clapped her hands.
   "Look, Murphy, Hot Cherries." Bobby said, as he pointed at a dollar
machine.
   I walked up with him, and put a twenty dollar bill into the slot, and he
leaned in to press the button.  Bobby was disappointed when he didn't win
on the first roll.
   He pulled the handle this time, and still nothing.  He looked at me,
"sometimes you win, sometimes you don't," I said, as he pulled again.
   He had three dollars left, out of the twenty, and pulled again, hitting
the 'bet max' button.
   The siren went off, and the lights flashed, and the machine buzzed, and
the dinger was going crazy.
   "How much does it pay, Murphy?" Bobby asked, grinning.
   "As near as I can tell, you hit a 'Triple-Double'; which means, that a
double is twenty five hundred, and a 'Triple-Double' is seventy five
hundred bucks."
   "Fuck, Murphy, really?" Bobby looked wide eyed.
   "Here comes the attendant, let me tell them that I won; just in case
there is any doubt, when we go to cash in." I told him, as the attendant
shut all the noise off, there was a crowd around us now, and Meghan came up
to see how much.
   For a woman that doesn't even know many millions she is worth, she got
just as excited as Bobby did.  They were dancing in circles, and clapping,
and laughing.
   I saw Kelly standing with Maren, and they were as excited as Bobby and
Meghan were.
   The attendant handed me the receipt, and told me where to get my money.
We all walked right up to the pay counter, and I handed the woman my
ticket.
   "You hit good today; do you have any identification on you?" I handed
her my driver's license and I heard a sigh of relief from behind me; four
of them, as a matter of fact.
   The woman handed me the money, after she had counted out the difference,
for the Federal taxes.
   All five of us walked across the street, to the Hotel, and Leroy met us
as we cae in the door, he wanted to know if we had a good time today, and
did we find the food good, down at Mulate's Restaurant.
   Bobby told him we had an excellent day, and they went through the hand
slapping routine again, as we all watched, and laughed.
   "What are you going to do with your money, Bobby?" Maren asked.
   "I'm going to save it for now, but I'll think of something to buy with
it." He smiled.
   When we got to the room, Bobby took the money I handed him, and threw it
on the bed, then he dove in on top of it.
   He rolled, and tossed, and threw it in the air, and let it fall on him,
and we all laughed, as he played in his winnings.
   "I saw that in a movie once; and always wanted to do that.  If I smoked,
I'd light a cigar with a hundred." Bobby laughed as he pantomimed the
lighting of a huge cigar.
   Bobby picked up a twenty, and handed it to me.
   "Here's your twenty back, Murphy, and thanks." He laughed, as he puffed
on his fake cigar, and we all fell on the bed, with him and rolled and
laughed and acted silly.
   "How much did they take out for taxes, Murphy?" Meghan asked me.
   "I never looked, let me find the receipt." I dug in my pockets, and
found the piece of paper.
   "Damn, $2100.00 they held out."
   "That was just Federal." I laughed.
   "Here, put this in there, with his money, I'm paying the taxes on it."
She handed me twenty one, one hundred dollar bills.
   "He doesn't care, Meghan." I said.
   "I know, he is so much like you, but I want him to have all he won." She
pouted, a little and I hugged her to me, and we kissed as we lay in bed.
   "I love you, Meghan." I pulled her to me, and we kissed again.
   "I love you too, Bobby Murphy, Senior."
   "Damn, we need to make sure we do this right, when I adopt Bobby." I
jumped straight up in bed.
   "Why, what's wrong, Murphy, what happened?"
   "I am a Junior, we need to call him Bobby the Third." I smiled at her.
   "Hell, if I know Bobby, he will like that even better." Meghan laughed.
   "Just wait until you meet Dad, he will like Bobby having the Third, as
much as Bobby will."
   "Do you really think he and your Mom, will like Bobby and me, Murphy?"
   "Meghan, Baby, they will love you, like they are your own parents; just
you wait and see.  You like to smother people, with love, but just wait
until you meet the real Senior Murphys.  They will treat you just like a
daughter."
   "What about your sister, will she love Bobby and me, too?  I mean, well
you know, I have been married before, and I don't know them, and they don't
know me."
   "Hush, I love you, and that's all that matters to me, and to them; if I
love you, and Jerry says you're okay in his book, then they will love you,
before you even get there.  Now, lets get some rest; we'll be in Texas,
tomorrow, and we may want to do some boot scootin, again." I said, and
kissed her.
   
  
JRyter's Murphy-Book 4 Chap. 05