The email from Sandy was a welcome surprise, but I wondered why she didn't call. It had been a while since I heard from her. I decided, to wait and read the email later. She had just sent it and I didn't want to seem too eager. Besides I had Ava to deal with and needed to get back home.
I found Ava on the couch in the den, an empty plate and coke can sitting on the coffee table. She had several SAT books spread out around her and her laptop in her lap. She heard me approach and looked up.
"How's the studying going," I smirked.
"Boring, boring, boring Sir. If I keep looking at all this material my head is going to explode," she whined.
"Take a break, we need to talk," I said and turned and went into the kitchen. As I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge she came in and sat at the center island on a bar stool.
I was not sure where to start, so I just jumped in and started. "Ava we have been role-playing, me teaching you to be a submissive, but for the time being let's just be brother and sister and talk. Okay?" My brow raised as I sat down next to her.
"Okay," she said nervously "what did you want to talk about?"
"Nothing is the matter, if that's what you're thinking. We just need to be really serious for a moment. I talked to Richard and asked him to speak to his Dad. He's a highly respected Law Professor at University of Alabama, about writing a letter of recommendation for you to get into a major university based on your SAT scores."
"Lee I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me. If not for you I would probably be in jail or worse." she sighed. "But I don't know for sure what I want to do, plus a major university would be extremely expensive," she said with a frown.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I chuckled, "you don't have to decide what you want to do with your life right now. I just want to see that the door is open for you to do whatever you decide, sooner rather than later. You're too damn smart and deserve the opportunity."
"I don't know if deserve is the right word, after the things I've done," she frowned again.
"Ava you're not the first young person to get off on the wrong foot, but you are no longer that bratty kid from Deer Creek," I replied and hugged her with my left arm.
The feel of her warm body triggers thoughts of what we had done in this room. Instantly my cock responds. I quickly pull away and get back on topic.
"I just wanted to let you know, Richard said his Dad would want to meet and talk with you before he agreed to help. I told him that would not be a problem and he could even test you himself. Would you be willing to do that?" I asked hoping she didn't balk and refused to meet him.
"Yes Sir," she grinned, "oops, I mean yeah Lee I can do that.
"That's another thing," I chuckled, "I think we need to set some boundaries on the role-playing of me training you as a submissive."
Her grin turned into a frown like I had slapped her, so I immediately followed up. "I'm not saying we stop, just not 24/7. In the BDSM community, many couples living together or married, will limit the role-play to certain times. For example, the Dom might say something like 'Game On' and that means he's ready for her to submit, or when they are at the club. Other times it's just a regular relationship. Understand?" Hoping she understood I wasn't ready to stop enjoying her sexy body.
"So your saying if we are not playing, (pause) I can tell you to fuck off and not get spanked for it," she giggled and smiled.
"Yeah," I chuckled loudly, "you can be your bratty self and not get spanked. Unless you really piss me off, then I'll remember it when we do play and really spank your ass hard."
"So let me get this right. We're not playing right now?" She asked with a sly grin.
"No we are not playing right now, I haven't said 'Game On' have I?" I smirked.
"Good then I'm through studying and going swimming, I have SAT shit coming out of my ears and need a break," she laughed.
"No you're not, you still have things to do," I said firmly in a gruff voice.
"But you just said..." she started and I interrupted her.
"I think you need to pack your stuff up...(pause) " she frowned "....and move your things into that bedroom you want, then you can swim," trying hard not to chuckled and sound serious, as her eyes widen her mouth hanging open in surprise.
She was so excited she jumped up and hugged me and giggled, "I'm going to do that right now before you have a chance to change your mind." Then she took off running and I heard her feet pounding up the stairs.
I sat there smiling and finished my water. Regardless of what Sandy's email said, I was going to keep Ava in my life one way or another. With that decision made I head to my office to read Sandy's email. It was time to grow a pair of balls and move forward regardless of what Sandy had to say. If her email gave me an opening, I was going to let her know I was interested in her, and she could then make her own decision and we both could move forward with our lives.
Going up the stairs I could hear Ava giggling and packing up the things in her room. I felt like a ton of weight had lifted off my shoulders, as I trudged on up to my office. I still didn't know where mine and Ava's relationship was headed, but figured we could work it out one way or another.
Opening up my laptop I quickly pulled up Sandy's email and opened it:
Hi Lee.
Sorry for taking so long to get in touch. I've had my hands full here between running the business and fighting with Larry. He moved out and I guess moved in with his boyfriend. Yeah, he's gay. I should have known that the signs were there, I was to stupid to see them. Anyway I filed for divorce and that's in the works.
Larry seldom showed up to work, so I'm putting in 18 hour days trying to keep the business afloat. When he did show up and work a few hours he did shitty work, but expected to get his weekly paycheck.
I have a hellcat for an attorney and she told me I didn't have to pay him for hours not worked, but he's entitled to his share of quarterly profits due to having 49 percent ownership.
I've often picked up the phone to call you for advice or just to talk, but I realize you're busy and don't need to get dragged into this mess. I do miss our talks, but if I called I would probably break down and cry the entire time while on the phone.
Anyway, I put on my big girl panties and confronted Larry. I told him I had talked to most of our customers and they would follow me if I started my own publishing business. He blew up and I thought he was going to attack me, but he didn't, he just stormed out of the office.
I told my attorney and she met with Larry's attorney and gave him an option to present to Larry. The good news is Larry's attorney convinced Larry it was in his best interest to take my offer. I had to give him the house in the deal, but I was fine with that since Noah had made a huge down payment on it.
