"Here we go! Baroqueback Mountain!" Cabot Ross chuckled, "Sad nickname but I kind of like Rosie calling me Baroque. Strangely it fits. I'm always broke." Yet now he owned a millionHeir, if not financially. "If I weren't such a dumbass, I'd keep Rosie just to live life to its fullest. With only doing this to help Margo and digging Grace Goode, I just have to stay on track. Who knows Rosie once I groom her more might be the best thing to ever happen to me." Perhaps!
The trek up the mountain took a good eight minutes, thankfully the road was paved with good intentions. Coming up or going down any less would be one bumpy ride. No guard rails on the steep side were pretty scary. He couldn't imagine driving up or down in the dead of winter the way the snow accumulates in the Poconos. "Icy road and it's all downhill from there. The hard way! I wonder if Rosie and Wardell have the road commissioner salt it? Has too, right? Unless they never leave home in the winter. Hell, if I had food stockpiled, I could live here for the worst four months of the year without ever leaving. Long as I had good pussy to keep me company."
Arriving at the gate Cabot called Roselyn to let him in. "I'm back Nouveau. Get your tennis shoes on, nothing else. We're going running." A buzz to the gate she opened it for entry.
"Welcome back Baroque. I've missed you." She spoke, Cabot circling the drive but parking closer to the main garage than he had last night.
"I hadn't paid any attention to the garages Rose. Eight car garage? Wardell must have a fleet. I'm going to come in through the side door."
"I'll go unlock it. I obeyed you Baroque. I have been naked all day. Sunbathing even so my tan is looking rather delicious. If only I had someone to lotion me in the hard-to-reach spots, I might not look so missed opportunity. Forgive the lines until I can remedy this."
"You hire my buddy Heath as your pool boy you'll have your helping hands. Just don't pursue more than his hands unless I permit it."
"I will never disobey you as long as you are good to me."
"Good! Step outside and help me carry a few things in. I've got a few surprises."
"I adore surprises. You simply must let me spoil you too."
"I'll think about it Rose. Here's the thing..." He parked and shut off his car. "...I never want you to feel as if I'm sponging off of you. Your money is yours. Sure, I'd be grateful in small increments I guess, but the big money stuff should be taboo. Learn to trust me."
"I already do. You make me extremely giddy Baroque." She unlocked the side door and stepped out on to a brick landing. Six steps leading down she hurried in her tennis shoes and met him at his car. He didn't even get a chance to see her monster breasts whipping about in her excitement. "Do I kneel before you Baroque?"
"I'll let that slide this time because we're on a schedule." Opening the trunk, he allowed her to look inside. "I brought you some new artwork."
"Are these your paintings?" She examined them at a distance without touching her brilliant eyes sensing their magical presence.
"Yep! Guess what?"
"What?"
"I found out you know my grandmother Edith Ross. I mentioned you and she said you two took the same art classes."
"That's the woman I told you about. Oh, my goodness! Such a small world. How is Edie?"
"Crazy! She's in a nursing home. Her diabetes has affected her legs and she can't get around as easily as she could. My parents didn't care enough to keep her in her house, so they ditched her there. She refused to let me care for her because I'm so young and need my independence. I just go check on her a couple times a week. Bring her treats that I know I shouldn't. Makes her happy, then I'm happy."
"You are an extraordinary man Baroque."
"Thanks! Let's take the paintings inside and we can figure out where to hang them later. These are my contribution to your gallery. Even if I was 10 or 11 when I painted these."
"I will cherish them. You as well. May I buy some really nice frames to put them in?"
"Sure! I think we're off to a good start Nouveau."
"As do I." They leave the car and head inside with the artwork, temporarily resting them out of the way in the main level billiard room.
"Next thing..." Cabot grips her by Studly's dog collar, "My buddies dog needs his tag back. You don't look like any Studly Crowe." He laughed jingling the heart shaped dog tag. "I found you a much more fitting collar, so we won't have to go online looking for one."
"Oh really? If I may be honest... I really don't like smelling like a canine. My perfume doesn't even help."
"It was a spur of the moment necessity Rose. I needed to establish control my way. I adapt as I go along too. Work in progress for both of us."
"You are doing wonderfully." Chain collar detached he pockets it for the moment, then digs into his other pants pocket for the white leather and the red rose cameo. Revealing it to her she dropped her chin. "It's beautiful. A rose befitting my namesake. Where did you find it?"
"I could lie to you Nouveau but I'm not going to. This came from Darryl Needy's dungeon. Margo allowed me to choose one for you. She did tell me to tell you congratulations on finding me. She said this collar was a virgin she's never worn it before."
"Awww! That was very sweet of her. I need to call her sometime and catch up since both of our husbands passed away. It took me a good long while to come down off of this mountain after Wardell died. I even had my attorneys drive up here rather than meet them in their offices. I was a mess."
"All better now. Calling Margo would be great. Even she said I made a smart choice in taking control of you. Guidance thing! I'm pretty certain she feels that you needed me. She has a busy week, I guess she meets with Jacob Overmeyer at Wildwood Federal on Wednesday to meet with his board. From what I understand, " He attaches her collar and straightens it. Using his cell camera as a mirror he shared her new look, "the board is arguing over whether to take the risk on her Bed & Breakfast idea. It's a lot of money and with her having no current income outside of me and the guys paying her rent. Her inheritance is nearly wiped out since Darryl died which puts her property in jeopardy. They understand the significance of Darryl Needy's name in the community, but unless she comes up with a good chunk of collateral in Paris when she goes, it might be game over."
"Poor thing! How much does she...?"
"What did I say? Your money is not mine to give."
"You would not be the one giving it Baroque, it would be me. You own me only sexually, correct?"
"Yeah?"
"Then perhaps... let me show Margo that her friendship is important to me."
