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“How did you manage it in the beginning?”
“We got together as a family and got our heads on straight before I even claimed the prize. My parents were very clear that, first, I needed to get expert advice from several seriously qualified professionals. Get the information and compare notes on their advice, you know? Second, they told me that the money was mine, and while they wanted me to do with it as I wished, to think long and hard about any spending before I did it.”
“Makes sense. Your parents really have good heads on their shoulders.”
I agreed, “It took a few weeks thinking about it on my own—longer really, I guess—but I insisted that we create some income for life for my parents and sisters and me. I insisted that some of the money would pay off Mom and Dad’s mortgage. We created a fund for my inventing work and the business I run today. Webought the building I live in. And mostly, since then, I haven’t invested in anything big outside our business until …”
Samantha put two and two together. “Don’t tell me! You bought that building. The one on the other side of you from the bakery. You said you kneweverythingabout what was happening there, right?”
I smiled, “Busted! But it’s anotherfamilyinvestment. Not just mine.”
She shook her head in wonder. I guessed, trying to take it all in. I knew that feeling!
“I do have another confession.” She looked up.
“With Genevieve, I’m plotting how to buy your bakery property. Have been since last year, before you even moved in.”
She nailed me again, “So you want to buy the whole block?”
I nodded, “Sort of. The neighborhood is run down. Look at how run down your building is. The one on my other side is just as old but in far worse condition. It was vacant and gutted to the studs when we bought it last spring. The prior two owners both ran out of money. I won’t.”
Samantha stood and looked at me in wonder, then got practical, “I need food.”
We went out for some Vietnamese Pho, then back to my place for the night.
She didn’t want to sleep right away.
We went up the elevator. She said, “Baby, let’s dance.”
Whoo-Hoo! Iloveddancing with her. Not the least reason was that we’d invented a very nice game of doing slow dances and stripping off one piece of clothing between songs. I loved, loved, loved that!
“Down, boy. You haven’t even put any music on yet.”
“Did I …?”
“Yeah, baby, you were talking to yourself—out loud!” She chuckled and grinned her sparkling, room-lighting smile at me.
“Sit, my darlin’.”
I backed her down onto the sofa and knelt to take her ever-present Frye boots off. In her stocking feet, she surrounded my jutting shaft and pressed up and down.
“Cheater!” I accused.
Samantha
He’d started by taking off my boots, and seeing him kneel there in front of me was just too tempting. I curved the arches of my feet around his erection. Right through his dockers.
“Notcheating, baby. After all, you’re pointingrightat me, you know. Isn’t that like asking for my attention?”
Nonetheless, I pulled up off the sofa and pivoted him around to sit. I untied and pulled his wing tips off and massaged his feet one at a time through his socks. He pressed a foot against my breasts.
“Now who’s cheating?” I looked up at him through my lashes.
He pulled away. “Sloooow dance music coming right up.”
Fiddling with his sound system, I snuck up behind him and put my arms around him. Into the pockets of his dockers to feel him up.
“Oooh, darlin’! How can I focus on music when …?”
