The early morning ride was really nice. Riding the big brute really clears out my cobwebs and allows me to think things through more clearly. I don't know why but it just does.
I was glad Mom accepted that George was out. No argument at all on that and I was glad about that. She was my girl now and had already accepted my dominance in our relationship.
I wanted her to be mine, all mine and no one Else's. But I also knew we had crossed the imaginary line of incest now, twice, and it was going to be crossed a lot more times in the future because I knew I could never give up sliding into her hot depth and enjoying the feel of her body, the caress of her arms about me as we joined and the sights and sounds my Mother made that no other woman had made when I was with her.
I also knew we had only scratched the surface of our sexual appetites and arousals. We were only at the beginner's stage, well at least I was, and I also knew my Mother was the one woman that could share everything with me.
Everything. That's a huge word taken in a sexual offering. No boundaries, nothing off limits, no taboo's. I chuckled at that thought because Mother and I had just busted one of the biggest taboo's!
I swung the big bike off the freeway and down the ramp to the stoplight. It changed to green just as I got to the intersection but I slowed nearly to a stop and good thing I did as a big Buick Electra 225 blew right through the light and if I had done what the light said I'd probably be dead now! I gave him the finger and pulled out right behind him. I saw him hold up both hands in an indication he knew what he had done, but couldn't help it. Then I saw her raise her head and look back at me! He put his right hand behind her head and it disappeared back into his lap!
I chuckled again and flashed him a thumbs up, and then another finger! He knew what I meant! He was lucky I wasn't driving a semi and I was lucky I was biker cautious!
I started humming, "Staying Alive" the Bee Gees tune.
I pulled into the cleaners parking lot and parked right in front on the sidewalk, hung the helmet on the bars and slid in through the glass door even though it still had the "CLOSED" sign up.
The little alarm bell positioned over the door rang my presence out and I saw Sammy's little head pop up behind the clothes rack. He nodded and waved me back. It was early and nice outside outside, but already hotter than hell in here!
"I work, we talk, all good, yes?" Sammy asked.
"Yeah, I guess so." I answered.
"What wrong? Deal not be good for Millie and you?" Sammy cut right to it.
"No... Sammy... I mean that if it could be an even trade of everything then yes, maybe, but the place out there needs a lot of work and you know it!"
Sammy just grunted and gave a single nod, but he cut a sideways glance at my eyes and I knew he was checking me out to see just how serious I was. He knew I had inspected the place and he also knew I wasn't an expert so I had probably missed a few things, hopefully on my part nothing major!
"I have no money give for repairs before deal." Sammy said.
"Our place is in excellent shape and doesn't need anything, and you know your Dad will be within five measly minutes from this store and only a few more from your home Sammy. That Chinese tradition of the male hierarchy has got to figure in this somewhere." I asserted.
Sammy just eyed me now and grunted. I couldn't tell if he was agreeing with me or just disgruntled!
"If we can made the trade... all in... everything included... and property for property then Mom and I still lose on the deal because we are stuck with major repairs on our end and you're good to go!" I said and paused to allow him to think that over.
"Look Sammy... I know what you want... you want a straight trade and to come out without having to fork over any money to fix anything and you think the property values are going to wash each other out." I was watching the expression on his fat little face as I talked and he understood everything I was saying alright, "It's just not gonna wash with me because I'm the asshole that will have to make all those repairs for myself and buy all the materials to boot!"
Sammy just nodded. He knew.
"So, my idea was to come to you with another offer. A fair offer." I was playing diplomat now.
"You not old enough to make legal offer." Sammy said it plainly, not accusingly, but just making a statement that was true.
"Maybe not old enough for making legal offers, but old enough to control family business as the oldest male of the family. My Mother will do as I say Sammy and I certainly hope you can understand that."
Sammy nodded and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgment so I went on, "What I want is an even trade of all property with all rights included, and I have figured the repair cost to bring your property at least up to livable standards will cost around $20 grand... I propose we split that figure down the middle and your end will be 10 grand at the signing of the papers with one added concession."
Sammy's eyes narrowed as he thought the figures over. Clearly he had had the "ranch" inspected and he knew that the repair bill would be more than 20 grand if done all at once. I could see the wheels turning behind those slitted eyes he was looking at me with.
"What is the added concession?" Sammy wanted it all up front so I laid it out.
"If there should develop a major defect, deficiency or pitfall with the ranch's buildings or property of any kind you will be responsible for 75% of that cost as determined by an independent inspector certified by the state at the time it occurs, if it occurs."
That was the big one, the one George had told Mom he would slip into the contract and get Sammy to sign. I was letting the cat out of the bag so to speak but I felt better about doing it my way instead of George's.
"You think that over Sammy and Mom and I will expect to see your answer in writing on Thursday when we meet to sign the papers for the transfer and deeds of trust. If everything is as it appears and nothing major is wrong out there then it won't cost you a dime later and you'll be looking good. It only gets bad for you if there is a major problem and you've covered it up, as far as the 10 grand, hell you know yourself that labor alone for those repairs would be more than double that!"
Sammy nodded and I did too. I left him thinking the proposal over and headed back home, well at least for a few more days anyway because I suspected Sammy actually liked the proposal and we would be moving pretty quickly!
I decided to take the long way back home to give Mom a little longer to snooze so I went the opposite of the freeway and headed for the boulevard. I was just cruising on the way home and doing some thinking. Mom and I didn't have any real appliances to move other than the washer and dryer and the freezer and all of those were in the garage so that would be easy. Our bedroom furniture and clothes and dining room table,chairs and of course all the utensils. We would leave the living room furniture, stove and refrigerator in the house.
The one big bedroom in the closed off section of the ranch house would only need cleaning and painting and I was sure we could do that over one weekend and since it would be just the two of us we could get by until I could do the work. The kitchen would need to be gutted and completely redone. New appliances. Then it would be just a matter of redoing one room at a time. We could wait for supplies to go on sale before we bought and that would certainly stretch our budget. We could clean everything as best we could and be ready for whatever was needed. Yes, one room at a time and it wouldn't take too long before we could have a really nice place.
I wanted to stop off at the market to get some doughnuts for us. The doughnut shop was right on the corner of our street and for some reason it was calling to me so I pulled in. I got a dozen and was just about to the door when I saw it, the white Buick Electra 225. It came from down our street and had stopped to turn at the boulevard. The people inside hadn't seen me as I was behind and off to the side of their view, but I could see them. I just about dropped the box of doughnuts right there in the parking lot. It was Pam! Holly shit!
I'm not sure she saw me, but I recognized her instantly as the car made it's right hand turn onto the boulevard. She was looking forward down the boulevard and talking to the man. She was still cute, but I was trying to get the thought of his hand on the back of her head guiding her back down into his lap clear in my mind, she didn't seem to struggle much as she went back down on the man either. Wow!
I went from remembering her head disappearing into the man's lap to wondering why they would end up on our street. Of all of the streets in this city, why our street? Why now? I fired the bike and balanced the box on the tanks as I rode off down the street the last 5 or 6 blocks home.
Mom was in the shower when I got in and I could tell she had been up a little while. Coffee was brewing and there were just small little subtle changes around the living room so as to indicate we had had a visitor.
I waited for Mom to finish and got us all set up at the table with coffee and plates for the doughnuts. It didn't take her long to join me at the table.
"You'll never guess who showed up here this morning after you left!" she was bubbly with mischief in her eyes.
"You're probably right... but whoever it was had a girl with him named Pam and was driving a Buick Electra 225 I bet!"
Mom's eyes flashed at me and she was deflated because she thought she had news I didn't know about and I had taken away her surprise.
"I can see that I'm right about that, but I don't have a clue who it was or why they were here so you'll have to tell me the whole story while we eat!" I could see that Mom was reliving the morning in her head as I spoke. Her eyes widened and she whispered, "I didn't even really look at the girl and I sure as hell didn't realize it was Pam, that changes everything!"
"What?" I asked half hearing her and getting the idea that she was talking to herself and not to me. "What the hell are you so upset about?"
Mom laughed long and loud and then settled into a light chuckle until she calmed enough to talk to me, "It appears we should talk a little more and then we would both be laughing I think!" she stopped and took a bite of her doughnut and a sip of coffee before continuing, "The Buick Electra 225 you seem to have seen belongs to George!"
I was shocked and dropped my fork on my plate with the still skewered piece of doughnut, I'm sure my expression conveyed my shock as Mother chuckled even more. I took a sip of coffee to keep from choking on the doughnut I was chewing.
"He stopped by to find out if our "deal" was on or off." she was really enjoying my discomfort!
"Do you know what this means?" I asked knowing that Mother did in fact already know the answer.
"Yes, although it didn't occur to me until just a few seconds ago Honey." She had stopped chuckling now and was trying to be serious but was still sporting a small smirk.
