Tom

CHAPTER 7

Lit by flickering candlelight in the restaurant, a trace of lipstick on his upper lip, Thom said, "Together at last."

"Yes our missed lunch engagement because of the chemical spill and then me being sent to Austin for three days. I was beginning we weren't destined to meet again. You can inspect the apartment when we finish up here and see if it meets your requirements.

"Does it have a bed and a sturdy sofa?"

"Yes of course."

"Then it meets my requirements."

Jane finally worked out what he was on about and blushed. "God, you are so earthy. How will I manage taking you anywhere?"

"So we really are going to cohabit?"

"I sincerely hope so. I feel committed."

"Me too."

"Oh Tom, is that all you're going to say."

"I just thought you'd not want me to go on about sex."

Jane sighed. "How right you are. There are other things to life."

"Name one if you can," Tom charged.

"Tom Briscoe. You are incorrigible."

Tom grinned and said she said that as if she liked him.

"Well, quite frankly, I do. And it's just not because you know how to use your dick. There is still something of a little boy in you. You love to tease and another thing I love is if you have nothing to say you prefer to say nothing. We'll have to work on that one of course. You have that survivor's mentality -- you are scared of no one and appear able to do things without any experience in the field. It's simply amazing."

"No, it's called common sense. Come home with me to see if mom and dad accept our fraternization."

"Oh my, swallowed a dictionary since we were last together, have you?"

"Words and expressions kind of sneak up on you."

"They do, they do indeed. I'm not crossing Texas just to be rebuffed by your parents. I mean to be told I ought not be sleeping with you."

"You mean fucking me?"

"Oh Tom, ease back. I'm sensitive about this."

"Hmmm. Well what about this? I write mom and suggest she and dad drive to Junction. The best man at their wedding Mr Latham has a fly fishing business there on the Llano River. The guys haven't seen each other in years and dad's spent most of my life talking about going to see what Dave is up to one day. I'll send them money for gas -- it's a trip of over four hours plus stops for them. For us it's five hours -- you can drive can't you?"

"Yes."

"We'll get a rental and I'll pay."

"No we'll split all costs."

"Thanks. That tells me you are committed. I say to mom I have shifted to Dallas and ran across you and we are the best of buddies."

"Buddies?"

"Mom isn't dumb. Your parents would have been talking to them about us when we got together in New York."

"Fucking you mean."

Tom grinned. "Shhhh. I'm sensitive."

"You are such a big tease," Jane giggled. "What if they refuse to meet us in Junction?"

"Mom often says nothing ventured, nothing gained. She'll know what this is about and dad will pick wax out of his ear and say he's not going and mom will say 'You're going' and that will be the end of that. To answer your question, either way it doesn't much matter but my thinking is mom who's never seen you in the flesh will take one look at you and think grandchildren and..."

"Tom, I'll marry you but children... I still haven't come to a conclusion about that."

"The risk of deformities will be higher than non-related parents but it's still acceptably low in my opinion."

"You have studied it?"

"When you began fucking me in New York it seemed relevant to look up information on the web about the offspring of first cousins."

"We could be unlucky."

Tom reached for Jane's hand. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

"I would love to have children. Um, would you mind if I stopped taking my birth control pills."

"No, I commit to you Jane."

"Oh darling, what a wonderful thing to hear you say."

"Well there you go. I also think if we do commit to a wedding and mom and dad attend your father will come, with or without your mother. Carl will also come as he'll be best man."

"What, when did you figure that out?"

"When flying down from New York actually. The female flight attendants looked unappetizing."

"I bet some had big tits."

"Well yes, but I thought my marital prospects deserved all of my attention darling."

"I bet."

The apartment was easily large enough for two people, each swinging a cat and then room over.

"I could live here," Tom said in admiration.

"Done," Jane said, handing him a key-card and said she'd arrange for him to be added to the contract as a co-tenant. "That means we share all the outgoings from next Monday, the start of the new rental month."

"And the establishment costs including setting up."

"No, that's on me."

Tom scratched his head. "Do we have basement garaging?"

"Yes, the rental comes with rights to one space but more are available to lease."

Tom smiled as if he'd come up with a winner. "In that case you choose a car tomorrow or soon after and I will pay for it."

"Something low and sporty or an a four-wheel drive truck that we can camp out in?"

"Ah, the camping out deal. I knew you'd be an exciting mate. Out there in the open fucking, the one on the bottom looking at the stars."

"Oh Tom. Tell me that again. It sounds heavenly."

"What you want me to talk to you about fucking?"

"Under the stars, yes."

"Is the inclusion of stars that makes the difference?"

"Yes."

"Oh I think I understand."

Tom extricated Jane from her bra and when he placed both hands around her tits she said softly, "I want you to love them darling."

"Oh I do. Can't decide with you whether I like your tits or your cunt best."

Jane sighed. "I think given a few years I'll get used to you darling" and sighed again when she saw Tom looking at her proudly.

Jane sat facing him and holding him delicately insisted in sliding it in so she could watch it closely.

"Have you ever done that to a guy before.

"Not with that intensity."

"Answered like an attorney."

She smiled and began bouncing, feeling him thicken as he watched her tits flying around. She went to control them with her arms, thinking she must look like one of his hookers, but he said gently, "Don't... I want to see them expressing themselves and you allowing them the freedom to do that tells me you are giving me your all."

Jane screamed, falling on to his chest, hips convulsing.

After a little rest she resumed, leaning on his chest so he used his hands to push her up and down until she felt stronger and pushed up on her hands to get leverage to do the job herself. He spread his fingers over his ass cheeks. She liked that. Revived she began using her muscles to roll her lower belly. He really liked that so she picked up the pace.

She thought, god that was the best way for a woman to feel a guy inside her.

Tom slapped one side of Jane's ass quiet hard. She bellowed and bellowed again when he smacked the other side. His fingers really dug into the cheeks of her ass. She slammed into him, tightening everything she could and as she began coming. Looking through a red haze she him saw his eyes roll back and he threw his head back. His mouth opened and the arteries and sinews in his neck stood out fearsomely and every bit of skin she could see darkened and then he groaned and pulling her to him painfully, he began pumping cum.

"Jesus," Jane said, slipping off him and rolling on to the floor, feeling liquids oozing from her. She went to sleep and awoke around 3:00 am to find herself in bed. He was stretched out beside her.

Jane went to the bathroom and feeling dried cum on her thighs thought sex so she stirred him and hunched up and waited for him to do her doggy.

"Hi," he whispered, nibbling her ear. "Look what daddy's got for you."

It seemed very big when she looked round and saw it.

She whimpered.

* * *

The sound of a bellowing cow on the charge almost made Jane wet her pants. Some 190lbs of Kate Briscoe charged at them and the meaty arms slung Tom and Jane against her enormous bosom and she boomed, "Oh your naughty darlings. I am so happy to have you both in my arms."

"Mom, you're bee crushing sweet Jane."

"Oh darling, my apologies. I do get carried away at times. It is such a delight having you here and seeing you for the first time. You are such a darling. Alan, over here and greet your future daughter-in-law and no negative comments, thank you."

"Er hi Jane. You are prettier than I expected."

"Thank you Mr Briscoe."

"Oh call me Alan. We are not registered as Briscoe's living in Loving because we prefer not paying taxes."

"What if IRS people come looking for you?"

"Well some counties have one-horse towns. Loving County only has one town, and a small one at that. So IRS people are unlikely to come looking for us. And if they don't know we're there why would they come looking?"

"That is profound logic Alan. I can see you have influenced your son's thinking."

"What? I didn't tell him to go to bed with his cousin."

"Oh surely it could have been much worse Alan. I might have been male."

"Eh? I can see why my boy likes you; you pull his tit."

A growl sounded from Kate. "Alan, the proper term for it is intellectually stimulating."

"That sound oil drilling talk," muttered Alan, walking back to sit outside the fishing and tackle shop and scratching fleas off a retired hunting dog.

Jane was aware from her complaining mother that her father came down to Texas once a year to talk to brother Alan and fuck Kate. At first sight she found that very unlikely. Her mother at 5ft 7in tall weighed 115lbs and had had more visits for nip and tuck cosmetic surgery than most people would have going to their dentist. Clement dressed very fashionably whereas Kate, also about 5ft 7in tall would probably weight in at 200lbs. She had a piece of material the size of a double bed sheet wrapped around her and a plastic flower fastened above her left breast with a big safety pin.

But as Jane watched Kate, bent over with almost a headlock on her son, talking and cooing and laughing with him, she decide her father could recognize warmth and personality when he saw it. Aunt Kate was a real darling and would have oodles of energy to swing her ass. "Be in dad," she murmured and then blushed, not having meant to be that risqué.

* * *

Well into their journey, enjoying their Jeep Liberty Sports Utility already confirmed after long travel as a very appropriate vehicle for them, Tom said, "Well that reunion went better than expected. Mom absolutely loves you and dad thinks you are okay."

"I like them, I really do. So they are all for us marrying."

"Right, let's do it."

Jane sighed.

"Oh, dinner at a restaurant with candles and then I pop the question?"

"Something like that. You mom told me you're a good cook. I'd like a grand dinner presented by you under candlelight in our apartment and for you to propose between mains and desert."

"Okay."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course I do sweet Jane."

"Oooh."

They had that dinner, cooked by Tom, he proposed and Jane said yes. Tom said what now and Jane didn't know; she said it seemed so complicated. Her parents were no longer speaking to her and there was no way Alan and Kate Briscoe would ride on an aircraft to Dallas. Alan said it was too far to drive just for a wedding and the size of that city would scare the crap out of him. Perhaps we should give a wedding a miss."

"Oh that sounds promising," Tom said but he thought he saw her chin drop. "On the other hand we better let it ride for a while and see what eventuates."

Jane's chin definitely lifted.

He sighed.

The hiatus continued for almost two months. Sometimes it's the little things that count.

At work Jane came under the supervision of a female partner who treated her unfairly, Jane thought, being the only female in that team of eleven attorneys. She told Tom she felt like quitting and he said give it another two weeks and then make an unemotional decision.

Tom was offered a partnership at his workplace with the imminent retirement of Mason Benson who wanted to develop his hobby of portrait photography into a commercial enterprise. Tom asked Jane what did she think. She wanted to be where he was happiest. So Tom said he would rather return to New York. He watched her face light up but she didn't say a word except to say the decision was his.

Tom had a meeting with partners next morning. "Jerry, Sadie -- thanks for making me this offer but both Jane and I are in a bit of a hole. It's as if we are waiting for something to happen but it's not happening."

"That's called a hiatus," Sadie said.

Tom grunted and said he called it a fucking bore. "Look guys, would it inconvenience you if I resigned and left in a fortnight. I have some work to clean up?"

Jerry said that would be fine. They would be sad to lose him but these things happen. "Actually with paying out Mason it would help Sadie and me not having to meet your salary. Sadie?"

"Agreed, we have another big payment to make in three months and another three months after that. Of course we won't have to find that money if we find a replacement partner to buy in."

"Why don't you talk to Brian Beggs of Saltram Partners? He told me at a party the other weekend he tried to buy in a partnership there but it went to one of the senior partner's daughter."

"Thanks for that tip Tom," Brian said. "Brian and I know one another from the squash club. I'll talk to him."

Resigning from one's job is not a small thing but there was something else. Jane phoned.

"Darling, I think I'm pregnant. I discussed my situation with one of the married women here and she said it was highly likely. I'm off to buy a pregnancy test kit. Will you mind?"

"No, I like the name Cliff."

"Darling, if I do have a baby it could be a girl."

"I like Nancy."

"Oh, one of your hookers?"

"Jane, that's not nice. Nancy was my first friend when I began primary school."

"Oh, sorry. Well it's something we can talk about on the way. First comes pregnancy."

"You'll be pregnant. If you think you are pregnant you'll be pregnant."

"My thought's exactly Tom. What did you Tell Sadie and Jerry about the partnership offer?"

"I turned it down and said I was in a bit of a hole and would like to resign in a fortnight. That offer was accepted with regret, genuine regret I felt."

"You too? I resigned today and may leave in 30 days' time. I'm rather fearful but I thought it was the best thing to do."

"It sure was. It means we are off to a clean start."

"Oh, you are already making me feel confident. Please figure out something so we can work together."

"Okay, a possibility is coming to me already. If it comes off we have a life for sure in New York."

"Oooh."

The pregnancy test was positive and confirmed by Jane's physician. The parents were delighted and thought they were so clever.

"Now New York is even more appealing because with the prospect of her first grandchild there's no way you mother will turn her back on you again."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, and if she becomes worried about possible deformities appease her by having tests done but make her pay for them because she is the one concerned."

"No, I couldn't do that. It is our responsibility."

"It's not our responsibility to pay for tests we are not seeking. Anyway you won't have to bother: if she brings it up she will offer to pay and then you'll have no reason to say no providing you agree to have the tests.

"You could be right. But like baby names were are not facing that as an urgent decision at this point. What is your thinking about New York?"

"Remember me telling you about a Shona Peebles?"

"Yes, your 42-year old boss that you fucked."

"Forty-three actually."

"And you went to her wedding to the only son of a mega rich guy."

"Right on. Well I made a pot of gold for Shona when she had almost two million bucks caught in an investment that appeared to be failing. As soon as I finish at the office I'm off to see her and her husband. I'll call to make an appointment with them and try to get them involved in special projects with me, them placing me on a salary of a hundred grand and with a 5% bonus on every dollar I make for them above their investment outlay. In time if I'm successful that could be really big money. Shona would want some hands on involvement and might want me to fuck her. Would that be okay?"

"I suppose so if it's part of your business activity."

"That income would mean you wouldn't have to work, but you could if you wish and we could pay for a day nanny. We should lease an apartment with that in mind."

"Well let's see if Shona and her husband want you as her investment manager."

"Actually if it's only Shona that would be okay. She may have heaps more money at her disposal as she's now married to the guy."

"Whatever. You didn't thank me for saying it would be okay for you to fuck Shona if necessary."

"Well thank you. I thought that would be unnecessary as I'd only be using it as a business tool."

Jane giggled at the concept.

* * *

Tom sat on a park seat, head bowed, not seeing the mostly attractive women walking by. His inner light felt dim. He'd never admit to feeling depressed. Tom recognized the concept but believed himself immune. He finished work tomorrow. Jane had two weeks to go. He'd called Shona and she was pleased to hear from him but ran lukewarm on his proposal but checked with husband Saxton and Tom heard Saxton say that they'd better hear what Tom had to say as he'd pulled Shona out of a mess previously and she owed him the courtesy of allowing him to pitch.

On the verge of cutting the call as soon as it was polite to do so Tom heard Shona say, "We are down your way next week so we'll meet you for lunch at our hotel on Galveston."

Well, that was better than flying all the way to New York and returning empty-handed or with the offer of a deal that wouldn't keep him in accommodation and food. He said lunch would be fine as he hadn't been to Houston or Galveston.

A female with a dress that reached just past her hips sat on the seat and said, "It's a lovely day."

"Not interested but thanks for the offer."

"Some other time," said the skinny 20-year old, walking off.

Tom wondered what had gone wrong with his life. He'd been carefree and bubbled along, with more successes than failures coming his way. Now he felt he was at the end of the road.

Perhaps he should have married Shona? Oh yeah? He managed a sliver of a grin.

Was the problem taking up again with Jane and now there was the kid? Hell no, if he were truthful Jane was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He knew he often made that claim but yes, Jane was out on her own as the number one thing in his life. She fucked him beautifully, made him smile, fed him well and laughed with him and made him laugh and was always good for doing something interesting with him. She'd been out camping with him and loved that and she was interested in learning to ride a horse, er, after the baby was born. No way was it Jane.

Jane and her family then?

Tom felt gloom descending.

Ah, so it was that. He'd been responsible for Jane losing the love and contact with her family. And who was to blame for that? Oh yeah. If he hadn't been so resolute with his ultimatum -- accept us or get fucked -- it might have been different. He should have sent Jane in to negotiate with her mother instead of yelling at her keep out of it. And then when brother Carl found them holed up in Tom's apartment fucking their heads off he'd accepted defeat like a yellowbelly. God, what a jerk.

Tom felt a flicker return to his head -- or was it to his backbone? He pulled out his phone and looked up, waving away a 40-year old who was coyly showing him she had no panties on. He dialed.