Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Author's Note: Wealth 01 is in the 'Lesbian Sex' category. Most would find it helpful to read Wealth 01 before reading Wealth 02.
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Chapter 11
"Hey Daddy," Toni sang out as she approached Barry's office.
"Yeah?" Barry looked up as Toni and Anita stood in the doorway of his home office.
"We're like off to see the Green Queen; anything you like want me to tell her?" Toni asked.
Stacy pursed her lips as she examined a smudge on one of her expensive deck shoes. She did not care for Barry's daughter and thought that the little Mexican charity case Toni drug around with her was probably nothing but a user.
"Hmm? Oh, oh, yeah, tell her and Mister Save the Universe that I have seen the error of my ways and none of the cars I sell run on fossil fuels any longer," Barry smiled and got to his feet, rolling up the chart of the Gulf of Mexico.
Toni stood, waiting for the punch line.
"Nope; they all run on little puppy dogs," Barry concluded and gave Toni a kiss, hesitated for a split second, then gave Anita a chaste kiss as well.
"Whatever," Toni said, rolling her eyes.
"Bye, Mr. Barry, bye Miss Stacy," Anita said, following Toni, who was already dashing out the front door.
Mrs. Alvarez smiled and waved as Anita waved to her.
Anita got into the car and turned to say something to Toni but saw that Toni was already slipping into the depression that sometimes overwhelmed her when she visited her mother.
"It'll be all right," Anita said quietly and touched Toni's hand.
"I like don't know what I'd do without you," Toni said flatly.
"Probably have to take your medication," Anita almost said but bit the words back.
Anita had heard Alexis, Susan, and Jenee say that Toni needed to be on medication. Only Caitlin seemed to know that Toni Delacroix had actually been prescribed medication by a doctor.
But after Toni's rage-filled attack on Anita, screaming and accusing Anita of wanting Miss Terry Dayton's affections, Anita was stunned when, the very next school day, Toni greeted her with a quick kiss and hug, as if nothing had ever happened.
"Told you," Susan said. "Bitch is psycho."
"Susan!" Alexis chided her friend.
To Anita, Alexis smiled sympathetically.
"She gets happy, she gets sad then she gets happy again," Alexis said.
"Sad! She goes fucking nuts," Jenee corrected.
"Hates her meds," Caitlin had said. "Makes her feel stupid."
"Feel stupid?" Susan hooted. "She is..."
"Shut up, Susan," Caitlin snapped.
They all shut up when Toni returned from an impromptu chat with Sister Lucy.
Now, almost two months after that tirade, Anita and Toni had gone through a few blow-ups, a few tears, but nothing like that one screaming fit.
Their business was flourishing; quite often the soaps were being plucked out of their hands as they attempted to put it onto the shelves at T. Dayton's Salon.
"Ooh, is that the Raw Milk and Honey? Don't even bother taking it out of the box; I'll take them all," Daphne Baggett demanded.
"Pumpkin and Spice? Give me three bars of that," another customer demanded. "No, no, give me five; my sister's coming to town and I know she'll steal a couple of them."
Anita's first official purchase with her income from A And A Soaps had been a cell phone. That was the day she learned that there was a difference between advertisement and information
"I'm getting the LG; that one they keep showing on TV," Anita said excitedly as Toni drove them to the PC Nation
Store in DeGarde.
"Why?" Toni asked.
"Because it gets four Gs and you can..." Anita parroted the commercial.
"What's a G?" Toni asked as they parked.
"It's a, it's a, you need it to do downloads and..." Anita had stammered.
"Baby, we like don't even get four Gs out here; three Gs is like the best you're going to do," Toni smiled. "Why not just get one like I got?"
"Because the LG is free," Anita said.
"Uh huh, if you sign up for a two year contract with AT&T, which piggy-backs off of PC Nation's towers here," Toni said as she opened the door to the store. "You'll just be paying an extra forty dollars more a month for two years; do the math."
"That's nine hundred and sixty dollars!" Anita said.
"Yep; like on top of PC Nation's forty nine a month too. Now, this one? Two ninety nine and forty nine dollar month to month, no contract," Toni said, picking up a sleek phone.
"And the new screen's a lot bigger than the old one," a sales person offered.
Toni did show Anita the LG that was advertised. When held up against the phone that Toni had, the one that Toni showed to her, the two were nearly identical.
"Take it," Anita nodded to the girl.
In the car, Toni screamed with laughter when she was the very first person Anita called. All the way to Anita's trailer, they talked with each other on their cell phones, as if they were not sitting right next to each other.
When Anita showed Marco her new phone, Marco sneered.
"You threw away two hundred and ninety nine dollars? On that? The LG is free," he laughed derisively.
"Uh huh, free, with a two year contract with is eighty nine dollars a month. and if you cancel, you pay for the phone, oh, which is, by the way, four hundred bucks, smart guy," Anita sneered. "Do the math."
Now, Anita pulled her cell phone out and typed out a message.
'ILY 1000X' and hit 'Send.'
Toni looked down briefly as her cell phone chimed, then smiled.
"And I like love you a thousand times a thousand," she responded and turned onto the dirt road that would lead them to her mother's home.
At the Delacroix house, Stacy waited while Barry put the coordinates into his GPS system. She did a quick check of her makeup while she waited. Finally, he nodded, indicating
that he was ready.
"Now, is that little red headed freak really going sailing with us?" Stacy snapped, letting her anger bubble out as Barry closed the door to his office.
"Little... Yes, Caitlin's really going sailing with us," Barry said easily as he waved goodbye to Miss Alvarez.
"For Heaven's Sake, why?" Stacy snapped as she decided it was still too warm for her windbreaker.
"Hang on to that; it might get cold out there," Barry cautioned.
"Answer me," Stacy demanded.
"What?" Barry asked as he started the car.
"Why, is a nineteen year old bony red headed slut going sailing with us," Stacy said through gritted teeth.
"Oh," Barry smiled, actually enjoying Stacy's discomfort.
Stacy had finally admitted that she would like to take their relationship up to the next level that she did possibly see Barry as Husband number three. She had been embarrassed and angered when Barry asked which husband she was forgetting, one, two or three?
He had been completely honest with her; he did not see her as Wife number Two, just did not see himself ever getting married again. If she stayed, she would stay with that understanding. If she left, he would miss her, but he would wish her well.
Since that day Stacy had been doing her best to fuck him into changing his mind. It galled her, and crushed her to think that she had wasted all that time on Barry Delacroix, and angered her to no end that she would have nothing to show for her time and investment into Barry Delacroix.
