Chapter 6- Paying the Bill
We're getting close. Lots of sex, a love story continuation, and getting ready to lower the boom. Thanks for coming along.
LT56linebacker The Bear
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The offices of Tyler Radon, ADA, and lead prosecutor in the Sex Murders, as they had come to be known. Tyler's secretary came in with a box.
"This just arrived for you, sir." He looked at it, then to his secretary.
"I have no idea, boss. A messenger dropped it off, no signature required, and left." He looked at the box again.
"Should we get security up here?" his secretary asked, chuckling a little.
He gently picked it up, shook it, and said, "No, if it was explosive, it would go off when I do this." He shook it savagely. His secretary backed up with a concerned look on her face. He grinned.
"Why don't we open it?" he said. He started to peel the paper off, and it revealed a liquor box.
"Johnny Walker," he said. He opened the box, and pulled back the tissue paper (?).
"JOHNNY WALKER BLUE!!!" he exclaimed. He removed the bottle, and a small envelope was revealed. He set down the bottle, and picked up the envelope, opened it, and removed the Thank You card.
He opened it, and read,'This doesn't scream, but it still tastes good. Enjoy.' He looked up, and thought,"Now who the hell........?"
Mike awoke in the room of a sexual animal. Dinner had been great; Mexican, not Tex-Mex, and they went back to her apartment for drinks and 'conversation.' 15 minutes later he was balls deep in Miranda's snatch, thanking her for all her help, and a great dinner. They fucked for 4 hours, before the two of them collapsed, and slept. He was an early riser, so he had showered and dressed before she stirred. He leaned over, kissed her lips, and left the room.
He had her cell phone number; he left her a note saying she was fantastic, and if she was ever in Houston, to give him a call. He left his number. 1Β½ hours later, he was on his way to Dallas, with connections to Houston.
James thought of the phone call from Giselle, and what she had told him. This was too good to be true. He closed up everything, and went down to the Bronco. He drove to Best Buy, and picked out a 42" plasma t.v. He had them deliver it to Jillian's house.
He drove to Jillian's house, and there was no car there. He walked up and rang the doorbell. Art answered, in a bathrobe, and I thought,'Oh crap.'
"Hello, James. What brings you here?"
"My Bronco?" I stuttered. He looked past me, to a Best Buy truck just pulling up.
"Who is it, sweets?" I heard a female voice from the bedroom.
"It's the dumb ass, dear. I think he forgot where he left Jillian."
"UHH, No sir. I just thought I'd swing by and set you up with a rental car, so that you wouldn't be stuck here.........with nothing to do" I stammered.
"You don't have much imagination, do you son? I'm glad Jillian is gonna be the brains of this outfit. .....Consuelo, I'm going out for a while. I'll be right back, sweetie."
"Via con dios, my love."
He walked over to the couch, and picked up his pants, and his t-shirt. He got dressed, and with that, the delivery men showed up with the t.v.
"Just put it right there, in the living room."
I signed for it, tipped them, and we all left. I took Art to the Budget Rent-a-Car, and we went in to see the man. He said he had several Ford's, and a few big Dodges.
Art shook his head, and said, "Have you got any pick-up trucks?"
The guy looked at us, and said,"Just one. I've got an F-250 4x4, King Ranch model; gets lousy gas mileage."
"We'll take that" said Art. We signed the papers, and Art drove home to 'finish his interrupted business' .........
I don't want to know.
On Saturday morning, we met at Waffle House, and had breakfast. I schmoozed with Jillian, and finished my breakfast.
"So what's on the agenda today?"
She said she was probably going home to do laundry; there were an awful lot of dirty sheets lately. ......(GROAN)
"How about if Sonia and I go for a ride, and do a little bonding?"
She looked at me kind of funny, and I asked,"What's the matter, don't you trust me?"
"Of course I trust you; it's her I don't trust."
She looked at me over the top of her coffee cup, and grinned.
"O.k., just be careful. Sonia, do you want to go for a ride with Mr. Tremaine?"
"Oh, goody. Where we gonna go?"
"It's a secret. When we get home, we'll hook up the t.v., and you can watch Frozen."
"Don't bother, grandpa already got it hooked up, and he was going to call and get the cable turned on."
"Oh" I said.
I led short stuff out to the truck after paying the bill, kissed Jillian hard on the lips to the accompaniment of woo-woos from my back seat. I got in and started it up while Jillian started the Beemer, and pulled out, and drove away with a honk of her car horn.
"O.K., pal, here's the deal. We are going to go shopping for something special for your Mom. But first, I want to ask you a question."
Her eyes got real big, and she stared at me with anticipation.
"Do you know how I feel about your Mom?"
"Yeah. You love her. Everybody knows that."
Like I said, the biggest dunce on the face of the earth. And this kid was only 4 years old, going on 30.
"Well, I am asking you if I have your permission to ask her to marry me?"
"No, you don't."
Uhh, O.K. what do I do now?
"Well, can I ask why not?"
"Cause."
"Uhh, Cause why?"
"Cause you don't have a ring."
Have I got a lot to learn about being a dad.
"Yes, well, that's why you and I are going out today, to buy your Mom an engagement ring."
"Whoopee; let's go!!!"
That wasn't too hard.
We drove to Camarillo's Jewelry, and entered like we knew what we were doing. We walked up to the counter and spoke to Gus, the manager.
"We need to buy an engagement ring. Approx... .75 carats, but I don't know what size."
"Not to worry, after you make her day, you can bring it in and get it resized. How much you looking to spend?"
"I don't know; but I want something special."
"What does she like?"
"She's kind of quiet, shy almost, and doesn't like anything ostentatious."
"Hmm; I don't know what to......"
"She has red hair, and green eyes, and she sparkles when she talks to him" said Sonia, pointing to me.
"Aah, I have just the thing. I bought it on consignment a while ago, but I can't find a buyer for it."
He went into the vault, and returned with a small tray. On it, was a .75 carat diamond, on a 22 karat white gold ring, with a .50 carat emerald on one side, and a .50 carat ruby on the other. It had filigree work around it.
"That's so pretty" said Sonia in a hushed tone. "I like that one." I looked it over, and thought it might even fit.
"O.K., we'll take it. How much?"
"I'll let you have it for $4500."
"Put it in a box" I said. We went and got ice cream, and went home, partying all the way.
We pulled in, and got out.
"Now remember, not a word. I'm counting on you."
"Yes sir, daddy."
Ooh, I'm really gonna love this job. We went inside, and I was greeted by a kiss that made me wish we were already married.
"So, what did you buy me?"
"How could she know?" yelled Sonia.
"Shh" I said.
"Ahem, what makes you think we bought you something? We went to Builders Square, and got some power tools, and some paint, then I got the oil changed."
"Uh-huh" she said. "You fuss over the Bronco like he was your first born, and change your own oil. And I'm pretty sure you own every power tool ever made. Remember, you showed me your garage?"
Oh, yeah. Right.
Then I used the line women have used for a long time.
"We need to talk." We went into the living area, sat together on the sofa, and Sonia came and sat on her own chair, a small wooden rocker that Jillian, Sonia, and Consuelo had picked up at a flea market.
"When you went to Reno, and got married, how long had you been there when you went to the wedding chapel?"
Her eyes had clouded over, and she tensed a little. Not like when she had first gotten here, but still unnerving.
"We, uh, we flew into Reno about noon, and went right to the chapel." She blushed and looked at her hands.