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Berto's Roses
By Ben
Part XIX
Bob wandered out looking much better. "Manuella is all set to begin fattening me up for the night. I hope to hell you're hungry, because I need all the help I can get. I think she plans on stuffing me like a Thanksgiving turkey."
"Naw, she'd have to cram stale bread and sage up your ass, to do that. Might be kind of fun to watch, though. Couple of stalks of celery, onion-you'd be all set. I could volunteer to hold your feet up."
"Thanks, but that isn't the kind of help I was looking for."
"Well, if you change your mind, all you have to do is ask, my friend. Tell me something. Do you think Manuella would be willing and able to handle the cooking and housekeeping for our Bed and Breakfast? Maybe we could hire an assistant for her. "
"I am certain she would be both. An assistant? I don't know. I think I'll let YOU bring that one up to her. She's liable to be insulted and I don't want to be the one who pisses her off."
"I was looking around this afternoon and I think that we could put small bathrooms with showers in the downstairs rooms and maybe a one large communal bathroom for the rooms upstairs. That hallway up there is plenty big enough for that, don't you think? I have a lot of business cards for contractors and plumbers, etc. that I got from Ricky's dad. I could get some in here for estimates, if you like."
"Wow, you're raring to go, aren't you? That's great. Any more ideas?"
"Actually, since you asked, yes I do. I was thinking of screening or glassing in the front veranda under the second floor balcony and opening up the chimney on the outside, so that you could enjoy the fire from out there, too. Maybe put a nice hot tub out there."
Bob turned and walked to area that I was talking about and took a long look, his hand on his chin, thinking. Pointing he said, "Yeah, maybe right over there. I like the idea of opening up a fireplace out here, but we would have to put in screen and glass because that would leave a huge hole right into the house."
"What are the winters like here? This far south I would expect it to be fairly mild."
" We get a few chilly days and quite a bit of rain. Sometimes you get nasty storms from the gulf or over the peninsula from the Pacific. I use the fireplace a lot then."
Sounds like we'll need a building contractor as well. One other thing. We'll need more parking. The driveway is plenty wide enough now, but I was thinking we could expand the carport to accommodate our guests. Also, for future consideration, what do you think of a courtesy van, since I don't remember seeing a car rental when Berto and I picked you up today."
"It all sounds doable to me. Some of it we can do ourselves. I'll call Mack after dinner and get him to come down tomorrow so we can set up the legal mumbo-jumbo and then see where we stand financially, so we can get this show on the road. We'll have to see what kind of furniture we will have to get as well. I'll let you handle the advertising, since that is your area of expertise. "
"You got it. We'd better get inside before Manuella screams for Berto to come and carry you in to eat." We enjoyed another fine meal, again without Manuella and Berto. I wondered if that is the way Bob usually liked things to be. I didn't particularly like it and decided to ask him about it later.
Afterward, Bob called his lawyer, Mack (the knife?), and told him what was up. He told Bob he would be down the following afternoon. I called Ricky and asked him about my best choices for contractors and plumbers. He gave me few pointers in the right direction.
He was also interested in coming to Santa Rosalia to check out what we had, and where we wanted to go. I thought he might come in handy when dealing with the people I needed to do the work necessary to get us in operation. I told him he could come at any time.
I hung up the phone and it rang immediately. I picked it back up, "Hello?"
"Ben? Hi it's Jake. Remember me?"
"Remember you? Jake, I'll never forget you. I hope you know that. How are you? WHERE are you?"
"I'm back in Jax and I have a bunch of leave on the books. I was wondering if you had a place to stay yet, cuz I want to come and see you."
"Really? Yes, I have a place. I will be staying right here with Bob. We are going to convert this great old house into a bed and breakfast. Please come and see me. How much time will you have? When will you be here?
"I won't be able to get there until the middle of next week, and I have over thirty days leave. Will that be okay?"
"That will be great, man. I guess it's best to fly to San Diego and then catch a commuter hop to the airport, if you can call it that, here in Santa Rosalia. Call me back when you get it all finalized and I'll come pick you up, okay? I can't wait to see you. I've thought about you a lot."
"Me too. I should know everything in a couple days. Talk to you soon. Bye, Ben."
"Bye, Jake." I hung up the phone again and just kind of sat there. I must have had a really happy look on my face because Bob decided to tease me about it.
"Jake? The one who called here for you, Jake? Commander in the Navy Jake? That Jake is coming here? I suppose I won't be able to get you out of the bed long enough to get our plans started on this place. Should I tell Mack to postpone his trip? "
" Hell no! Jake won't be here until the middle of next week. As far as being in bed all the time, you're just jealous that an incredibly hot Naval Officer is coming here to see ME."
"There is some truth to that, for sure, but I have my own little bed warmer to keep me company."
For just a split second, I thought he meant Berto. I was instantly enraged at the thought of him taking advantage of the fact that Manuella had her son living here in his house. That didn't make him open game, damn it! But then, somehow, I knew that it was not Berto he meant. "Then, You won't even notice how much time I spend it bed, will you?"
I asked Bob if I could use his computer to check my email messages and to arrange to have my stuff shipped, now that I had a permanent address. I had a couple of messages from my son in Navy boot camp, which I answered. His graduation would be in just oveer two weeks. I wondered if Jake would like to go with me to that.
I also and a long message from Randy in Minden, Louisiana. He and Wade were doing well and enjoying each other almost nightly. He told me he would be graduating from his community college in about 3 weeks and was planning to take me up on my offer to come and see me.
I wrote him back and told him to come on ahead. I also asked if Wade would be coming. Truth is I wanted to experience some of that skinny kid's horse cock again. Bob was not gonna believe this guy. I gave him detailed directions on the best way to fly here and made a mental note to see if all of this was okay with Bob.
After letting my storage/movers know of my location and when I wanted delivery of my stuff, I logged off. It was getting late and it had been a busy day. I was pooped out and after talking to Bob for a few more minutes in his room. I headed downstairs.
I happened upon Berto as he was leaving the bathroom with just a short towel wrapped around his thin waist and his hair all wet from the shower. "Good night, Berto." I said.
"Buenos noches, Senor Ben. I hope you have good dreams. We will work and learn more of the roses manana."
"I'm looking forward to it, Berto." I waved and made my way down to the first floor. My bed was turned down and the only light came from the small beside table. A cool night breeze blew in through the windows and carried the scent of the roses across my bed. I stripped and slid between the clean crisp sheets and it took me but a few short minutes to fall into a deep sleep.
I dreamed of being in my bed with Jake; of him holding me, kissing my shoulder, making sweet love to me. I could feel his cock deep within me and it was incredible. I dreamed of Jake's lips on mine as we basked in the afterglow of sex.
Suddenly, as I looked at him, Jake's face faded and disappeared. I looked for him and reached out my hand to find him. He had turned away from me. When I slowly spun him around, it was not Jake's face I saw, but Berto's. He held me to him and we kissed passionately.
Good dreams indeed.
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