The drone of the mower rumbling past my window shook me from my slumber. I lay there and waited for it to pass again, it did and then again. Gerald was taking advantage of our day off school to work on the lawns. Things were in fine shape around the entire estate and I yearned for a favorable reaction from Dianne and Camille upon their arrival tomorrow.
Classes had been completed and except for rehearsal, and picking up caps and gowns, I had successfully executed high school. I looked forward, with great anticipation, to what lay ahead of me, and the rest of my family. I had made few concrete plans for the long term, but for the immediate, I was sculpting a couple that included forming or finding a new band. And also, constructing a video sound stage in the cellar of the house.
Today, I planned to talk with dad about finding someone to assist with the assembly of the control panels and the wiring of the cellar to handle the increased electrical load.
My thoughts were also returning to the proposal from Marie Stone regarding the lyrics she had been writing. I could come up with all kinds of different tunes but I always had a hard time finding prose to go with the notes. Marie's prowess as a writer might be exactly what I needed. Not to mention, her fantastic sexual depravity.
I slid out of the bed and into the shower. After toweling off, I walked back into the bedroom with the towel over my head, drying my hair, and collided with two huge, black nippled tits connected to Louise. "Easy does it, Big Guy," she warned, "we don't want to wear any of this hot coffee."
"Sorry, Lou," I apologized for nearly spilling the coffee, "I didn't hear you come in."
She put the cup down on the dresser and pulled the towel from my hand and rubbed it vigorously over my head. "Geez, Louise," I bawled, "I can do that myself, you know."
"Hush, Chile," she soothed, "or I'll be forced to put you over my knee and teach you some manners."
After she had done her thing with the towel, I found the cup and carefully helped myself to some hot coffee.
"Janice spent the night in your daddies bed last night. He's acting like a teen-ager," Louise said. "I'm so happy for them, I could just bust."
"I hope she doesn't ruin it by getting it on with me," I said. "Do you think he knows that she's was down here yesterday morning?"
Louise nodded her head and said, "I heard her tell him all about it right after she was down here. He called her a Spanish Harlot and told her to go ahead and get all the peter she could get; he intended to do exactly the same thing. I haven't seen him like this in years. The girls are in for a real treat this weekend. Having the both of you to amuse them is going to be hot stuff."
I asked her if dad was up yet and she told me he'd been up since daylight, same as always. I excused myself to the bathroom to do my teeth and comb what was left of my hair. I found an old pair of jeans and headed up the stairs for the kitchen.
Dad was on the kitchen deck with his coffee and The Florida Times Union. I joined him and asked if he had any luck with the electronics guy.
"As things would turn out," he said, "I spoke with a feller I know. He's the electric shop teacher from St. Augustine Senior High, and he's looking for a summer job. I queried him about the video angle, and it turns out he was in TV up in New York before he came to Florida. He sounds like he knows his stuff."
"When can he come by and take a look see?" I asked.
"He's anxious as you are. He says he'll see us before ten this morning. I know this guy, he's a right nice kid," he said.
"Cool, I'm all in a lather to start this project. Just like when we bought the old ford, out there, remember. You drove it home and we spent all afternoon and almost 'till midnight cleaning it up. Then we tore it all apart, down to the nuts and bolts, and spent a whole year building it back together," I jabbered.
"We did good on the car, and your sound studio too. You cost me a young fortune on that too, but not like the video equipment. I put almost six hundred large in that stuff," he said, I'm as interested as you are to see it working."
I was astounded at his declaration regarding the price tag on the video gear. Most of the people I know won't make that much money in their entire lifetime and he just spent it buying some used video equipment because I wanted a camcorder for a gift. He's a rare person indeed.
Then he drops the other shoe when he says, "That little Spanish Honey's a real piece of work, isn't she? She tells me you two really light up the sky, together."
"Uh, yeah, what can I say?" I stammered, "She's a hottie, for sure. She tells me your taking her away from us when you go south."
"Seems like the thing to do," he said. "I need somebody to take care of me and we get along. Not to mention, she gets my dick hard again and I was really missing that. She tells me she wants you to come give her a ride whenever you can."
"You don't have a problem with that, do you?" I asked.
"None at all, she's more than one man can keep under control and I'm sure as hell going take another woman if she presents herself to me. So what can I say?" he concluded as the gate buzzer rang and he jumped up to see who it was.
We walked out the front door and waited as a yellow Corvette pulled into the drive circle and parked. A short, sandy haired, very muscular man crawled out. "Hi, Roger Syvertson," the man said, nice to see you again, Virgil." He stick out his paw and dad grabbed it and shook it vigorously.
"Hi, Roger, meet my son, Virg," dad said and Roger stuck his hand in my direction. I had a feeling and was ready as the vice clamped down on my hand. I returned the squeeze and luckily, I didn't receive any broken bones. Those short guys always have to make up for their size with some kind of big muscle deal to counter for the lack of height.
"Morning, Roger, a real pleasure," I returned.
