I looked over and Amie looked like she was sleeping on her side. I released Beth, kissed her sweet ass, and let her climb into our bed. Going back to Amie, I picked her up to put her on the bed too.
“I’m so sore,” Amie mumbled, half asleep.
“I know, go to sleep now.” I stretched her out beside Beth, taking a last taste of her perky little tits. I made a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up a bit, and returned to my room. There was no space left on my bed, and I made for the door, figuring I could use the bed upstairs. I didn’t make it far.
Debbie caught me at the door and dragged me back to bed. We spooned together, and I whispered “Sorry if we woke you up.”
“You know I can’t sleep without you at my side.” She giggled, “You got what you deserved, trying to keep up with two teenage horn-dogs.”
“I got what I deserved. I’m holding my favorite person in the world. I love you Debbie.”
“Me too, now go to sleep, and stop poking me with that thing.”
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Amie’s Dad shows up and makes a deal. He’s a welcome new addition around the house, especially for one of our friends.
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The weekend was a hectic one. I’ll say one thing about living with a bevy of beauties: it was never hard to find friends to come over, particularly of the male variety, to pitch in when a job needed doing.
Debbie, Beth, Amie, Karen & Robin. Enough eye candy to get any red-blooded man’s blood flowing. Add in short-shorts, tied off t-shirts (including Robin’s always entertaining tee-proclamations), and tasty snacks and meals, I could understand the allure. I was living the dream.
With anywhere from 8 to 12 people working at anytime over the weekend, including an extended stint by Amie’s infatuated Eric, things got done in a hurry. Painting, carpeting and linoleum tiling (in the new day-care center) was moving ahead at a breakneck pace.
The big surprise came Sunday around noon when a man unknown to me showed up at our door. We were just starting introductions when a tall, slender, auburn-haired beauty nearly bowled me over with a squeal of “Daddy!”
Oh crap.
I was ready for a grilling, but Mr. Thomas, ‘Ron’ he insisted, was there to work. I watched him look over our efforts, with an appraising, and probably appreciative, eye. He might have been in his forties, but the way he was looking around, he seemed to enjoy the eye-candy as much as any. Hell, maybe more.
“So where’s this Day-Care project I keep hearing about?” he asked, cutting to the chase.
Amie and I took him out back to project number two, which was really beginning to come together. Making a place suitable for housing kids and infants, and keeping them safe, secure and comfortable was a tricky job.
What had once been a three car garage, with lots of concrete pad front and back, and an attached office, workshop and half-bath had undergone a remarkable transformation. Or about 90% of one.
“See, Daddy? It’s huge! Bigger than Day-One, with lots more play area, and plenty of room for parking and picking up.” She gestured excitedly, while I got some odd looks from Derek and Mike, buddies from work who were being directed in their efforts by Beth and Robin.
“Looks good,” he admitted. “Where can I pitch in?”
Robin piped up, never the shy one. “We’re building an island of custom cubbys for the kids to store their stuff on one side, and to hold educational supplies and toys on the other.” I saw that the guys were working on that, and it looked like the flooring job was finally finished.
I had to wonder how he was taking Robin’s daily chest message: “Slutty McSlutterson”. That was a little over the top even for her. But I guess it was better than Saturday afternoon’s “ASS: The Other Vagina”. Thank God for small blessings.
I left him with Amie and the crowd out back, and headed to the main house. Where I was instantly grilled by Debbie and Karen. I explained as much as I could, and went back to working on the finish around the arches leading from the extension into the main house.
By late afternoon Debbie drafted me into bringing beverages out back, fresh squeezed lemonade. And you wonder why I love her.
Everyone took a break, and Ron asked me to take a walk with him. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Here it comes.
“Taking on a pretty big responsibility here, aren’t you?” he asked, breaking out a fat cigar, a good eight inches long, and offering me one.
“It’s a big task, no doubt. But I’ve made sure they are doing it right, creating a business plan, finding out all the rules and regulations, lining up the licensing. It’s been a couple of months in the making.” He passed me a cutter and butane lighter, which I put to good use.
“Can’t be cheap.”
“Not that bad really.” I explained, “The property was in shambles when I got it. It cost chicken-feed. After I got it fixed up, appraised and got new loans, I still had over 50% equity, so it’s not going to break me. Hell, my mortgage is less than my rent was. And the back building was sitting here unused. The property had already been subdivided, so it made the legal issues that much easier.”
“You’ve got my Amie pretty excited about this. Most excited I’ve seen her in a long time,” he told me.
I wasn’t about to go into any details about how excited I’d seen her lately. “I think all the girls are pretty worked up about it. And the truth is, if it makes them happy, then I’m happy.”
“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what is the relationship here? You and four women living in that house. And some kids, I hear?”
I thought about dissembling or even outright lying, but to be honest, Ron seemed like a straight shooter. I’d take my chances with the truth.
And that’s what he got. The whole truth (or at least a lot of it) from the original relationship, to my deal with Debbie and Beth. I also clued him in on Karen and Jim’s relationship, but let him know that Robin was only there for the summer, headed back to school in the fall. I didn’t go into any detail about the Robin part of the relationship, not 100% sure what it was myself.
My property’s pretty big, nearly two full acres, and we’d managed to amble the full perimeter and smoke about half our stogies before I’d completed the explanation. When we got back to the daycare we hung out on the driveway, enjoying the cigars.
At the end of my story he gave a good chuckle. “Hell, I can see why you’d want to do this. I guess in your shoes I’d do just about anything to keep those two happy. Debbie was the blonde goddess in the kitchen?”
“Yes, sir. Goddess just about describes her. Best damn girl I’ve ever met, and best looking to boot.”
“And Beth is quite a head-turner, isn’t she. That little hard-body could get a dead man to sit up and howl. Yep, quite the situation you’ve landed here.”
I wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Not to be crass, but what are the business details. How do the earnings get split? Is Amie just an employee, or is she going to be getting a piece of the action?” Ah, it seemed he was finally getting to the point.
“I’m not sure, to be honest. She wasn’t part of the original intent, but I guess she’d be getting a share of profits.”
“She’s a bright girl, my Ames. Straight A’s through most of high school. But she dropped out of college after her freshman year, and took that damned job where she’s working now. I thought it was a phase, and was ready to pay for her to get back to school, but I don’t know where that’s going now. We used to talk all the time; it’s just the two of us you know. Her mother passed away when she was 12, breast cancer.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” I told him.
“Yeah. She’s all I’ve got. And if this is what she really wants, I’d like to back her in this. For a third of the business, I’m willing to write a check right now. You tell me what you think is fair, and I’ll write out the check and foot the finish.”
I was stunned by his offer. Of all the ways I thought this might turn out, this wasn’t one of them. “Ron, that’s a generous offer, but I don’t know how to take it. I can tell you she’ll be a partner in this no matter what. She’s already earned that much.”
He gave me a smile. “Jack, you’ve been straight with me, and I’ll be straight with you. I was ready to pump 100 grand into her education. And I can afford it. You’re sitting on a perfect piece of property, great access, lots of room, and have experienced workers. You’re only issue may be some business skills, but I think the girls can rise to the occasion, and if need, we can get them any help they’d need. I’d bet this can be a success. I’d say the setup alone is worth a good $150K. Maybe more. I’ll bet 50 grand I’m right.”
Fifty Thousand. Wow. “What’s your involvement?”