The rest of the time in the indoor driving range was spent chatting and trying to ignore what was to come. When our time ran out, we returned to the car.
"Okay, so if we are going to get Brooke, I need video and audio of her confessing to just marrying me for my money. I have three cameras that you can use. This one is a camera pen, it goes in your pocket and you click it to start recording. This is a bag for taking into the gym or pool. It will hold towels and other gear, and has a camera right here. The last one is a pair of camera glasses. These won't work well for you though, since you don't wear glasses." Robert explained, showing me the three cameras. "They include audio, but can get bad if you are any distance from the camera. This is a hidden mic." He handed me a small plastic tag with a button. "You click the button, it starts recording. You click again, and it stops."
I made sure I knew how to use them, then we went to lunch. Turns out Robert Carmichael was a pretty cool guy. He'd gotten to meet a lot of cool people, and do a lot of cool things.
"Then Arnold took us to the gym and we tried to lift a fraction of what he could, but that man was legitimately a monster." He laughed.
"I can't believe you got to meet the Terminator in his Prime!" I marveled in amazement.
"What's funny is the number of female celebrities that have tried to seduce me to get me to fund some movie or a cause. You'd think word would get around that I am a faithful catholic husband... but some seemed to just take that as a challenge." He sighed, "I don't want to be alone, but once Brooke is out of my life, that means I'm gonna have to date again. I am too old to be dating...."
"There are some sites for older people looking to get back into dating." I offered. "And for you traveling for it wouldn't be an issue. Though I wouldn't share pictures of your home, or say anything about your wealth... unless you want another golddigger."
"Yeah, I want a good woman who will be by my side... maybe give me a son..." He mused. "Though I'll be long retired before he'd be ready to take over for me, so don't worry about him taking your spot." He laughed, elbowing me in the ribs.
When we got home, Courtney greeted us in the entryway.
"Oh, good. I was beginning to think you might have taken him into the woods and snuffed him!" Courtney laughed.
"Oh, are the men home?" A feminine voice called.
I had heard a lot about Courtney's mom, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. Standing next to her daughter, I could see what was left of the family resemblance. Her hair was bleached, and her eyebrows removed and permanent makeup replaced them. Her lips had been injected too many times, resulting in bloated, stretched lips. Her body was almost hilarious in its contrasts. It was as if she had told the surgeons to remove every once of fat from her entire body and place it all in her ass. The bulging rump stood out against her tiny waist, and tiny thighs. Her breasts were comically large for her tiny body, DDD-cup at least, but I wasn't familiar with bigger breast sizes so who knows. They looked like volleyballs shoved in her shirt, and were it not for the pushup bra that shoved enough cleavage to remove doubt into her v-neck blouse, I would have said she must have had something else in there. Her face had the stretched look of someone who had far too many plastic surgeries. I was sad just looking at what she had made herself.
For a moment I blamed the surgeons, then I remembered how much money she had and realized she probably gave them the ultimatum of 'give me what I want or I will find someone who will'. When presented with that, many surgeons would rather try and keep their patients safe by keeping them with reputable medical facilities as opposed to whatever sketchy doctor they could find.
"Hello, dear, how was Florida?" Robert asked.
"Disappointing." She replied unhappily, "One day you will let me travel somewhere without having our staff stalk my every move. One would think you don't trust me."
"One day, I may." He replied.
"Well, are you going to introduce me to your young stallion?" Brooke gushed, batting her fake eyelashes at me.
"Mom, this is Tom. Tom, this is my mother." Courtney stated, less than thrilled.
"Oh, charming." Brooke smiled at me, her too white teeth slightly off-putting behind her unnaturally red lips.
I realized I had to play along with her being pretty, especially if I was to get what Robert needed.
"Pleased to meet you." I smiled back at her.
"Well, I want to hear all about your time at school with my sweetie pumpkin." And Brooke forced us all to the lounge where she pestered me with questions from the specialty chair she sat in so her massive ass could fit and be on display. I answered as best I could and Courtney tried to divert attention from me as much as she could.
Finally, it was time for dinner, and we all went in for beef and chicken kebabs. Brooke seemed to think that eating at dinner was optional, trying to ask questions of anyone who dared put food in their mouth. Though she suspiciously left Courtney alone to eat and drink. Brooke hardly spoke to her daughter, instantly reverting back to me whenever Courtney spoke up.
"You know, I think after dinner we should go for a family swim." Brooke proclaimed proudly, "What's the point of having such nice swimming facilities if we never use them."
"Whatever you want, dear." Robert replied, finally being able to get a bite down without his wife turning the conversation to him.
"Whatever." Courtney said, and I could tell something was wrong. Looking at her, she was starting to squint.
"Courtney, are you feeling okay?" I asked.
"I'm sure it's nothing a nice dip in the pool can't fix." Brooke assured me with a smile.
Once we were done eating, I walked Courtney back to her room. "Sorry, my head is killing me, but you go spend some time with my mom and dad. I'm sure I'll be fine in the morning."
