They both sat in silence for a time. Then Jenny said, “You know about my martial arts training in the Marines. Tell me about yours.”
“It’s a melange. Ranger training, which is a melange in and of itself, a mix of boxing, wrestling, Judo, and Muay Thai. After getting out of the service and joining the LAPD, though, I started taking Wing Chun lessons. That’s where the form you saw me doing came from.”
“So when I’m healed up, we should spar sometime,” she said.
“It would be my pleasure.”
They laid in silence while the sun rose and started beating down on them.
“I think it’s late enough for drink service. Champagne, mojitos, or something else?” Johnny said.
“Oooo…. Mojitos!”
“Coming up.” He got up, grabbed some mint from the garden, and disappeared into the kitchen for a while. Then came back with a pitcher and two glasses. He poured.
“Thanks!” she said and took a sip. “I could not have done better.” She took another, longer sip.”
“I have a question, Johnny. Why aren’t any of your girls out here? Do they not enjoy it?”
“You saw how tan they all were. They do enjoy it, very much. I suspect that they conspired to leave us alone so we could get to know each other.” He looked up at the sun. “I also suspect that the drug store is open now. We have to fill your prescription, and as far as I know you’ll have to be there with me to do it. Feel up to it?”
“Sure. All those pain drugs they gave me are out of my system.”
“Then do you feel up to getting your car, driving it to your home, and getting whatever you need? I’ll follow and drive you back here. And you are coming back here. No arguing. Until you heal up more. We’ll watch over you.”
“Okay,” she said. I’m actually beginning to enjoy your lifestyle here.” She sipped her Mojito. “Question: it’s a weekday. Shouldn’t you have to go into work?”
He smiled. “First, I own the company. Second, I have people who work there for me, who’ll take care of everything and call me if they need me. Third, we’ve been getting very little business lately, either from the chief of police or citizens.”
“Oh, shit!” she said. “I have to bartend tonight! I hope I’m up to standing and moving like that!”
Johnny smiled again. “Call your boss and quit due to health reasons. Give me a voided check and I’ll have my money manager do what I said I was going to do. You’ll never have to work again. Unless we can find a way that you can work for me.”
“I can’t do that to my boss. He gave me a job. I have to give notice so he can find somebody else.”
Johnny picked up his phone and called the office. Christine answered.
“I have a different one for you guys,” Johnny said. “I need to find a good bartender who needs permanent work in the Santa Monica area, and I need it right away, starting tonight, and I don’t know how to find someone like that.”
“On it,” Christine said. “We’ll find you somebody.”
“Thanks, out,” Johnny said and hung up.
Jenny looked at him. “Last night was a nightmare. Since the fight, though, I feel like I’m living in a dream. Free hospital, free doctor house call, and a nude pool boy who brought me Mojitos and is threatening to make me rich.” She closed her eyes. “I can’t get used to the idea.”
“You will,” he said. “We all did. It was a kind of a shock at first, but you eventually get used to it. And for us, it’s just sort of a concept. We don’t spend a bunch of money. We already have pretty much everything we need. But it’s nice to know that it’s there if we do need it. Like for today, for example.”
Jenny’s stomach growled loudly.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m starving. I didn’t get dinner last night.”
Johnny smacked his head. “Oh, shit,” he said, and got up. “Some host I am. And my girls have got to be hungry, too. I’m the resident chef. The thoughtless resident chef. What would you like?”
“Maybe bacon and eggs?”
“Sure. Or I could do most anything. Omelet, frittata, eggs Benedict…”
“What’s fastest?”
“Bacon and eggs it is, then.” He wandered into the kitchen and called up the stairs to announce that he was starting breakfast. He got out a very large cast iron skillet, turned the heat onto about medium, went into the fridge and pulled out all the bacon they had. He stuck his head out of the patio door.
“How do you like your eggs?”
“Can it be scrambled?”
“You bet.” He went back to the bottom of the stairs and called out, “Anybody opposed to the eggs being scrambled?”
Nobody was.
“We’re all hungry,” MaryBeth called down. “As long as they’re cooked somehow, we’ll eat them.”
He got out another large skillet and tended to the bacon and prepped the eggs and started toast. As soon as the bacon was close to being ready, he started the scramble. It didn’t take long.
“Come and get it!” he yelled as he started plating. Jenny came in right away, and he heard the trample of feet on the stairs. They all got food and sat down at the table.
Jenny went to pick up her fork, then put it back down. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you say grace here?” Jenny asked.
“No,” Jay said, putting her fork down. “But we’ll hold off starting if you want to.”
Jenny smiled. “Grace,” she said, and started eating.
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That night Johnny was making love to his lovely niece Dawn and, screamer that she is, she was screaming. Again, he marveled at how she could cum so many times in one session. He could cum exactly once in a session, but for him it seemed like enough. She was going off again when Jenny knocked lightly and walked into the bedroom. Johnny looked up at her. She was beautifully nude.
“I’m sorry, but isn’t there a noise ordinance in Santa Monica?” she said.
Dawn choked out a laugh. Then… “Are you here for him?”
“Yes.”
“No!” Johnny said, and got up, and went to Jenny and hugged her. “I told you, you don’t have to do that, or anything else. At all.” He was still valiantly erect and aware that it was right up against Jenny.
“I don’t know how I can make it any more clear,” he said. “No matter what you think, I owe you. And always will. And you’re a guest here at our home, for as long as you want to be, and when you’re well and can go, you can go, and forget about me and us if you want. Or you can stay. Either way, the money thing still stands. In fact, if Richard is as good as I think he is, it’s already done.”
“It is.” Jenny looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “I’ve never been a multimillionaire before. What am I supposed to do?”
“Pretty much whatever you want,” said Mary Beth, propping herself up on an elbow. “That’s what works for us.”
Jenny stood stock still. Then tears began to run down her cheeks. Which turned into wracking sobs. The girls got up and ran to her, and it was a big group hug, and Johnny was caught in the midst of it all.
“I was so broke,” she said. “I couldn’t pay my full rent and was about to be evicted. And I couldn’t make the money I needed with the bar job I had. The other girls there were in pretty much the same boat.” She looked at Johnny. “Is it okay if I give them some money?”
He lifted her chin and kissed her on the cheek.
“It’s your money,” he said. “You should do what you wish with it.”
“I want to have sex with you,” she said. “Not just for what you’ve done for me, but because over the last couple of days I’ve figured out who and what you are. And then there’s your body… And your girls seem to be okay with it. But my tummy still hurts.”
“Then please just come to bed with us. We’ll be there for you and hold you. If the time ever becomes right, and you still want to…”
“Oh, you’re going to fuck her,” Mary Beth said. “Like crazy. You two are both so incredibly transparent about it that it’s silly.”