“Meyer, Dawn was just playing. Given how we treat nudity and sex here, the games kind of run that way with the people we love. And… we all love you. So shake it off, big guy.”
“I’m faithful,” he said. “I’m faithful to Georgia. I am.”
Dawn went to him and wrapped her arms around him again, this time with no game playing. “Sorry,” she said. He hugged her back.
“But it did feel good,” she said. “And if Georgia and Johnny would let us, any one of us would be happy to take care of that thing that’s poking me.”
He started to pull away again but Dawn held on for dear life. “Johnny is right, Meyer; we all love you.”
Meyer took a deep breath and let it out. He kissed Dawn on the forehead and let go of her.
“You don’t know how good you have it here, you little yellow bastard,” he said.
“Oh, I know,” I said. “I do know.”
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Meyer stayed for dinner. Georgia was on a business trip to Russia. Such was the nature of our whacko world these days that irrespective of Putin’s posturing, our spies and Russia’s spies regularly met to drink vodka and swap secrets about other countries. My girls had sent the underage hotties packing and had dried off and come inside. Mary Beth and Jay both hugged Meyer and Laura gravely shook his hand. I convinced them all to go put on some clothes to help keep Meyer’s blood pressure down.
“Killjoy,” he said as they all walked away, waggling their cute little asses. When they were gone he turned to me and said, “When are you coming back to work?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. I just put in for another week off. Laura is staying with us while her parents are off getting to know each other again.”
“Why do you have to stay just because Laura’s here?”
“Would you leave a hot naked 16 year-old to go to work?” I waggled my eyebrows.
He stared at me, then shrugged. “I know you better than that, Johnny.”
“Yeah, well… Dawn, Jay, and Mary Beth are talking about driving up to Sonoma for a girls’ getaway. Laura is pretty mature but I’m not leaving her home alone.” I took a sip of my drink, then looked at Meyer. “The girls are once again trying to talk me into quitting. We don’t need the money, they don’t like not having me here during the day, and they don’t like the danger that goes with the job.”
Meyer was silent for a while, thinking about it. “The biggest danger we’ve run into lately is paper cuts,” he said.
“Hard to think about giving it up, but I’m considering it more seriously than when I first got together with Dawn and Mary Beth.” I sighed. “We’re good together, you and me,” I said. “We do it good.”
“Nobody better,” Meyer said, and sipped at his Scotch. “But you already know that I’m thinking about retirement myself. You’re the only thing that’s keeping me on the job. If you go, I’m gone too. I think Georgia and I will have enough money to make it.” He downed the rest of his drink and held the glass up hopefully. I grabbed the bottle and poured him more Highland 25. He raised the glass in salute and drank a bit more.
I thought about money. I could give him enough to make him and Georgia financially secure and able to live high, but Meyer would never accept it. I wondered how I could be sneaky about it.
We heard peals of laughter coming from my bedroom. Some kind of girls’ dressing game going on in there. This should be interesting, I thought. I’d only ever seen Laura in a bathing suit or nude. I wondered what she’d look like in clothes.
“Maybe I’ll take time off while you’re gone,” Meyer said. “God knows I’ve got enough vacation time built up. I kind of hate to waste it when Georgia’s not here, though.”
“Come hang with us,” I said. “Summers here are great these days. I have had as many as nine naked young beauties splashing around in this pool.”
Meyer thought about that. “Hell of a lot better than television,” he said. “But would I have to be naked, too? I don’t think anybody wants to see this hairy 50 year-old body, especially not little kiddies. Hell, I have to keep my own eyes closed when I shower.”
“It’s clothing-optional here, which means it’s your option. But you’re in great shape, Meyer, and I know my girls will do everything they can to get you nakkie.”
“Don’t you get jealous, Johnny?” he said. “When Dawn was doing what she was doing, and then I did what I did, I was a little afraid that you would pull out your Glock.”
“She was just playing,” I said. “But I was thinking about that very thing just a while ago. Barker wants Dawn, and she wants him. The thought of them doing anything together drives me crazy. But if Dawn asked me to let her drag you into the bedroom and have her way with you, I’d let her. You’re part of our family, Meyer.”
“Best be careful what you say, Johnny,” he said. “Her boobies felt pretty damned wonderful.”
“So, go find her and proposition her,” I said.
Meyer stared at me. “Is it because you know I wouldn’t try to take her away from you?”
“Maybe,” I said. “I haven’t figured it all out yet. I just know that she drives me crazy in bed, and that she would go out of her way to please you, and that you deserve it. It would make me happy.”
“Shit,” he said. “Well, I can’t anyway. Georgia and I have moved in together, and I’m going to do my best to make it work. I’m pretty sure that doesn’t include having sex with a blonde teenager.”
“You could ask her,” I said. “Or just bring her over here to hang out with us and see what happens.”
“Huh,” he said. “Maybe I’ll do that. Wait: if Dawn and I had sex, would you want to have sex with Georgia?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Depends on a lot of things, mostly how you felt about it and whether Georgia even wanted to.”
He thought about that. “Strange,” he said. “I don’t feel jealous either. I should, but I don’t.”
“Family,” I said.
“If nothing else, I won’t feel so guilty about feeling up your niece.”
“That’s good,” I said. “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to get some sex myself tonight.”
“What do you mean?” he said. “How is it even possible for you to avoid it?”
“Normally it’s not possible. But we have Laura with us for the whole week.”
He just looked at me.
“Oh, she’ll be in another room,” I said. “But Dawn and Jay are both screamers.”
“Jesus Christ,” he said, and drank some more Scotch. “I can see it in my head. You four in bed together. You are the luckiest little fucker I know.”
“Yeah, but it takes heroic endurance and massive sexual prowess to keep it all working,” I said.
Meyer was about to make some sort of retort when the phone rang. I checked the carnitas and turned off the stove, then picked up my cell phone. No caller ID. I pressed ‘talk’.
“Hello.”
“Johnny Dawn?”
It’s funny. Each time you face death your brain goes into overdrive. Things seem to happen in slow motion and take forever to play out when in reality only seconds or instants go by. This wasn’t death, but my brain clicked into ludicrous speed and stopped me from saying “Wrong number.” It was some kind of code, or warning. From someone. More laughter came from the bedroom, but in here it suddenly felt deadly serious.
“Yes,” I said.
“Listen very carefully and prepare to take notes,” the voice said.
“Okay,” I said. “Give me a second. I’m putting you on speakerphone.” I punched the right button and made a sign to Meyer. He set his Scotch down. I grabbed a pen and some paper.
“Ready,” I said.
“We have Richard Morrison and his wife. They got one phone call and you were it. You work for Morrison Equity?”
“That’s right,” I said. I knew from talking to Laura that her dad ran a managed fund that made himself and a lot of other people a lot of money. I had researched it and had been considering putting some of my own money into that fund.
“What kind of a name is ‘Johnny Dawn’? Sounds like a character in a story.”