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The Lawsons Pt 7

The Lawsons Pt 7

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This is a continuation of The Lawsons Pt. 6

Recap - Roger and Emma are wed, with Sarah expertly planning an impromptu wedding on the property. Not leaving Roger out, Emma works with his Marine friends to have them in attendance to support him along with a contingent from a local Marine Reserve unit. They honeymoon in Laglio, Italy by Lake Como, in an elegant villa that they wind up purchasing as a vacation home. While there, Emma confirms her submission to Roger. They also discuss Sarah's retirement as the property caretaker, and hatch a plan to recruit Corporal Samantha Baker, one of the reservists who attended the wedding, to be Sarah's successor.

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is a work of fiction.

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Emma and Roger returned to Montana having thoroughly enjoyed their time in Italy. The paperwork for their new home was almost complete and Derek promised to be by in the next few days with everything that would need their signatures. On the flight back, Roger had written up the job description for the new position that he and Emma hoped Samantha would apply for. It was listed as an entry-level position, but the pay was likely better than anything around Bozeman, not to mention that it was full-time with benefits and a very good retirement plan.

They had to let Sarah know about it, choosing their words carefully. Emma did mention how she had mentioned retiring a few times in passing conversation and that Emma was worried that they didn't have a backup plan in case Sarah decided to follow through. They had been nervous about telling her and hoped she wouldn't take it as they were trying to get her to move on. Luckily, Sarah agreed that having someone groomed for her position was a good idea. And she finally confirmed with them that she would like to retire at some point in the near future, but she wasn't sure, exactly, when that would be.

Roger posted the open position on a few popular job websites and put an ad in the paper in case anyone actually read those anymore. He then called the Gunnery Sergeant with Samantha's reserve unit to see if he could work some magic to convince the young Marine to apply.

Having set up a new email account just for applications, Roger kept checking his phone to see what was coming in. So far, they had received five, but nothing yet from Samantha. The job still had a few days left before it closed, so he hoped for the best.

"We may not even like her," Emma said as they rode Bella and Jupiter around the property. "I feel bad that she's struggling, especially because she's having to take care of her mother. But as you said, she may not have people skills."

He nodded as they took the horses through the woods toward the creek that ran through their property. "Well, the idea is still sound. If not her, we'll have other applicants to look at for the position."

They rode for another hour before returning to the house. Roger had promised to grill some steak and veggies for them since the kitchen staff left after lunch. Emma wanted Sarah to eat with them as well, so the ladies brought out a bottle of wine and sat in the lounge chairs watching Roger do the heavy lifting with the food.

By the time the potatoes were almost finished, his phone chimed. He opened it and found an email from Samantha with a resume attached. "Emma," he said as he handed her the phone, "she submitted something."

The ladies leaned in to look things over as Emma opened the attached file. "Uh, okay, she lives here in town, she's working full-time at a shoe store in the mall, part-time at the grocery store." She paused to scroll through what was there. "There's information about her military status--you'll have to look at that, Roger," she said as she kept scrolling.

"Oh!" Sarah said with a smile. "She has a degree in business management. Two-year, but that's good. Better than what I started with."

Roger nodded. "Anything else?"

Emma continued reading through the document. "She had a few jobs in high school, but nothing pertinent. But she did list a few activities that she likes to do."

"Anything fun?" Sarah asked.

"Hiking--" Emma stopped and laughed. "Didn't she get enough of that in the military?" She shook her head and kept reading. "Fishing, hunting, swimming, and reading."

"Intellectual, depending upon what she's reading, and the outdoorsy type," Sarah said, then asked, "Roger? Isn't a corporal a leader of some sort?"

He flipped the steak, removed the potatoes, and checked on the corn. "It's the first non-commissioned officer rank. Think of it as an assistant supervisor position."

"And that's not something everyone can just get, can they?" she added.

"Unlike the Army, you don't have a choice but to become a corporal at some point before getting to sergeant rank," he replied as he walked over to look at the application himself. He noticed Sarah and Emma looking blankly at him. "The Army has a specialist position running parallel to the corporal position. One is specifically for leadership, the other is not. But the Corps is all about fostering leadership, so no specialist."

He looked through the military section of her application. He wasn't expecting much since she was in finance, so no combat awards or anything. But everything else looked good. "If she hadn't gone to a reserve unit, she would likely be a sergeant already," he said as he handed the phone back to Emma. "Speaking of, she has close to four years left in her contract to the Corps, barring any type of medical discharge or something. So, she'd have drill once a month over a weekend, then there would be two or three weeks a year where she would be on deployment stateside, and then there is the very distinct possibility that her unit could be deployed overseas for an undetermined amount of time. If we hire her, we cannot replace her because we don't like that she's doing military stuff. Federal law."

The group fell silent as Roger walked back over to the grill and began removing the food. He placed the steaks on their plates and turned back to the women. "They need to rest about ten minutes," he said and sat down with a beer. "So, are we going to give her a shot?"

The girls looked at each other and nodded. "Yeah," Sarah said.

He nodded. "The opening closes tomorrow. It's Wednesday. I can call to see if she can come in Friday for an interview." He paused. "Are we going to bother with the other applications?"

Once again, the girls looked at each other. "How about we wait and see how Samantha does? If she bombs, we can bring the others in."

Roger looked at Sarah for confirmation. She nodded.

Agreeing, he said, "Okay. I'll call her tomorrow and set up an interview."

Sarah leaned over to Emma and whispered, "Is she cute?"

* * * *

Roger spoke with Samantha on Thursday. It was a brief conversation. She remembered him from the wedding and thanked both he and Emma for the gift card.

"Did I catch you at a bad time?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, First Sergeant," she replied. "I'm in the middle of my shift and I can't be caught on my phone."

"It's Roger, or if you're not comfortable with that, Mr. Lawson, I guess, since I'm a civilian now. Are you free on Friday? We would like to interview you for the position you applied for."

"What time?"

"You're the one working two jobs, you tell me when you can be here," he replied.

"I have to be in at ten," she said. "I can come in early."

"How's eight?"

"I can do that," she said. "Same place as the wedding?"

"That's right. Pull up to the front and ring the doorbell. I'll let you go," he added. "I don't want to get you in trouble there."

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"Thank you, First Ser--uh, sir. I appreciate the chance," she said and hung up.

Emma, Roger, and Sarah woke up at six. They'd had another night of lovemaking together, this time in the master bedroom. And Sarah was unstoppable. After four rounds, the trio fell asleep, but twice he woke up to Sarah's hand seemingly searching for his cock and, when found, she would sigh happily and mumble, "Oh, yes."

They showered together, taking only a few moments to grope and caress each other before finishing up. Sarah needed to get back to her house to change into fresh clothes before the interview, and before any of the staff noticed she was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

The den was set up with three chairs facing each other so that Samantha, Roger, and Emma could speak. Another chair was set up behind Roger and Emma for Sarah to sit in. She was to be the real deciding factor, but Roger and Emma were the face of the business, so they did the questioning.

Roger welcomed Samantha, who had arrived ten minutes early. Having only seen her in uniform with her hair up per military regulations, it was a bit strange to see her in civilian attire. She had long, black hair down to the middle of her back that started to curl slightly at the tips, and blue eyes that indicated Asian ancestry somewhere in the family. She wore a gray blazer that came to her mid-thigh, with tight, black dress pants and black flats. When she came up to the door, she was much shorter than Roger's six-two height. He judged her to be around five-foot-four. She was slim, and in shape as he had assumed.

She handed him a folder. "My resume, diplomas, copies of my license, social security card, and birth certificate."

He hadn't asked for those things but having been a hiring manager at the police department, he knew that those things were a standard requirement. "Thank you, Samantha. Come this way," he said as he waved a hand inside. "We'll talk in the den."

While at the wedding, she hadn't seen the inside of the house. She knew it was huge, and probably amazing inside. She wasn't wrong on either account.

"This is my wife, Emma," he said, then paused before adding, "and now I realize you probably knew that from the wedding."

Samantha laughed as Emma shook her hand.

"And this is Sarah Hayes. She is the caretaker of this estate and, if you were chosen for the job, you would report directly to her."

The women nodded hello to each other since they were separated by the chairs.

"Please," Emma said as she gestured to the chair, and everyone sat.

They got the pleasantries out of the way and began discussing her rΓ©sumΓ©. "So how did you wind up in the Corps?" Roger asked.

"Mom was already sick while I was in high school," she began, "so I was working quite a bit. I barely had time to be a cheerleader, but Mom insisted that I do something other than just work and school."

"Oh, so you did gymnastics, too?" Emma asked, curious since she had done the same.

"For a while when I was younger. Before Dad...left." She squirmed uncomfortably, not used to talking so personally about herself. "After that, we couldn't afford it. I began working as soon as I could, but Mom made sure that I kept up with my studies. Once high school was finished, I just needed a way to make money and I wanted a degree. So, the military was a good choice."

"And the Corps?" Roger prompted.

"I don't have to tell you, sir," she said, "when you want to be the best, you become a Marine."

He smiled. "And Financial Management?"

"I spent so many years taking care of mom's finances, paying her bills, making sure she had money to eat and get medicine," she said. "And I like it. I've always been good at math. The recruiter said it was a slim chance trying for that, but my ASVAB scores were pretty high..." she trailed off with a shrug.

"I see you did four years active and are now Reserve," Roger continued. "Was that your plan from the beginning?"

She looked sad at his question. "No sir," she said quietly. "During my second deployment, I got an email from Mom's doctor saying that I needed to call. The cancer had gotten exponentially worse, and they didn't see her living past six months." She paused for a moment, cleared her throat, and continued. "My CO managed to work a miracle and found a unit somewhat close to here that needed someone in finance and had me transferred."

The room was uncomfortably silent for a few moments before Emma cleared her throat.

"What do you do for fun?" Emma asked, wanting to get away from the military tales and sadness.

"Not much lately, to be honest," she said. "I liked hiking," she added and smiled for a change. "People think that I should have had my fill of that in the military, but my hiking is different. It's actually relaxing." She thought a moment before adding, "I like shooting rifles, like going to the range to see if I still have my skills up to snuff. Swimming is fun, but I haven't been in a pool in ages." The trio gave her a moment before saying anything else. "I love reading. I'm all over the place there," she said. "Tolkien, George Martin, Gabaldon, Shakespeare, quite a few sci-fi books--"

Emma held up her hand to stop her. "Star Trek or Star Wars?"

Samantha immediately replied, "Star Trek, obviously. But I like them both."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "I like her."

Samantha laughed out loud at that. "How about Firefly?"

"Now we're talking," Sarah spoke up from behind them.

"Do you have any questions for us?" Roger asked, bringing the conversation back around. "You know what is expected of your position, but just like the military, there's that last line of--"

"Additional duties as required," Samantha said with a smile. "I'm very familiar with that one, sir."

"Since you'd be working for Sarah, you may also take up some of her duties," he elaborated. "She not only makes sure everything here is running well, and pays the bills, she also plans parties, schedules flights and lodgings for travel, and quite a few other things."

"So, is this a Monday through Friday job?"

"It is," Emma replied. "Usually 8 to 4, but as long as you get your forty hours in, we're good."

The room went quiet, and Roger remembered that she had to be at work soon. "So, any other questions for us?"

"If I were chosen for the position, how long would it be before insurance would start?"

"Immediately, along with the retirement plan," Emma said. "And some of the perks are here, like breakfast and lunch served for all staff during the week. Dinner is on you because you should be home by then, but sometimes we have employee dinners just for fun. And we don't mind people using the pool on weekends, or even after you get off shift. We only ask to be notified beforehand in case we have something planned already."

"And there are vacation days, you don't work holidays, standard things like that," Roger added, hoping it might also sell her.

Samantha gulped before asking, "Um...funeral leave?"

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Emma just wanted to hug her after her question. "Five working days," she replied, "but it's a hard time when that is needed. So, employees needing more time off just have to let us know."

The room went quiet again, at least until Sarah cleared her throat. Roger turned in time to see her jerk her head out into the other room.

"I'm sorry," Roger said to Samantha and Emma, "I'll be right back."

He met with Sarah in the corridor. "Well? What do you think?"

"I like her," Sarah said quietly. "Offer her the job."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, Roger," she said, putting a hand on his arm. "I have a good feeling about her."

"You're the boss," he replied with a smile.

She turned to leave, and he couldn't help but imagine her ass cheeks under the short dress she was wearing. He'd had a very up close and personal view a few times the night before. She really was a lovely woman.

Walking back into the room, Emma and Samantha were making small talk. He apologized and explained that Sarah was running late for a phone meeting and had to leave. "So, Samantha, you know what the job entails and the benefits. The pay is--" he paused, looking for a notepad that he'd written the payscale on. Emma handed it to him. "The pay is forty-nine thousand a year. So, my question to you is this: will you work for us?"

The question caught her off guard. But she perked up a bit more as her head tilted. "You're offering me the job?"

Emma smiled. "We are. So, what do you think?"

"When can I start?" she asked with a big smile.

"Well, we always recommend that you give a two-week notice, just good manners, you know," Emma said. "But if you insist on starting immediately, you can begin Monday."

Samantha's attitude changed completely. She had been nervous and slightly defeatist, like she knew she wouldn't get the job. But now that it had been offered to her, she was almost beside herself. "I'll start Monday," she said.

"Excellent," Roger said and stood along with Emma. They all shook hands.

"You may be a bit overdressed for work," Emma said as she took a moment to check Samantha out. "This outfit is fantastic, though. It looks amazing on you."

"Thank you," Samantha replied with a shy smile.

"Something a bit more casual is fine," Emma continued. "I mean, some days Sarah wears nice jeans and a polo shirt, so get with her for the particulars."

As the group walked to the front door, Samantha asked, "Am I okay to park where I am now, or is somewhere else better?"

Emma opened the door and looked out to see her car, an older Toyota Corolla. "There are a few parking spots by the garage marked with lines. You can park there," she said as she pointed in the direction of the garage. "I'm glad to have you with us, Samantha."

"Call me Sam," she said, her attitude more upbeat than when she had first arrived.

"And you can call us Roger and Emma," Roger said. "No more of this sir business. You know how us enlisted folks hate that word."

"Thank you both so much," Sam said. "This really means so much to me. I promise not to let you down."

With that, she turned and left. Once she was in her vehicle, Roger closed the large front door.

"What do you think?" he asked Emma.

"Definitely hot," Emma replied.

"You were imagining her nude the whole time, weren't you?" he said with a smile.

"Of course, among other things." She took his hand and began pulling him through the house. "Come on. It's truck shopping time."

"Yes, dear," he said and followed obediently.

It took five hours and a lunch to find a vehicle that both Roger and Emma wanted. He kept looking at lower priced, base model work trucks. She insisted that he go for the gusto and get something nice.

"Roger, it will be a double-duty truck," she said, trying to convince him. "Use it at home to haul stuff and pull trailers, then use it with me to go on trips. I want something comfortable and pretty," she said, pouting a bit and batting her eyelashes at him.

She continued working on him saying that he'd take much better care of a fancier truck than a work truck, meaning that it would last much longer.

But she had him when she said that she wanted something comfortable and pretty. They wound up at a Ford dealership and he chose an abyss gray F250 King Ranch diesel. It was strong enough to pull trailers and haul things, but very comfortable on the inside for his little wife.

When it came time to pay, he turned to Emma. "I'm not sure how you want to do this," he said. "I've not purchased a vehicle this expensive before."

"Didn't you bring your bank card?" she asked.

One of the first things she had done when they came back from Italy was to take him to the local bank to make sure her name had been changed on all the accounts, and to add Roger to all of them and get his cards issued.

"Well, yeah, but..."

"So, give him the card, honey."

Roger was uncertain about what was happening. Was there really enough money on his bank card to purchase an eighty-thousand-dollar truck outright?

The finance manager swiped the card, handed Roger the receipt to sign, and handed his card back. Leaning close to Emma, Roger whispered, "I think I need to have a look at our bank account."

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