Davy's On The Road Again, Chapter 8
The following story is fiction. Sure, some of it may seem real but that's because it's based upon true events and episodes in the life of your humble narrator. It involves all variations of sex between men and women, between women and women, between men and mem and in all combinations thereof. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. There are lyrics to songs that add not only tribute to the songwriters but add color and atmosphere to the story. Some of the characters are real people whose names have not been changed. They are there to advance the story and expand your imagination. I hope you enjoy the telling and the tale.
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After the morning yoga class, we returned to our room to find Santo overjoyed to see us. He jumped on the bed and rolled over as Amy and I scratched and massaged him. He was one happy dog with his tongue hanging out to one side.
"Are you looking forward to this party, Davy?"
"Not really, hon. I think I'd rather snuggle with you and Santo right here where I am."
"I'm feeling lazy, too. Let's go and see where it's at and maybe we'll slip out early. How does that sound?"
"It works for me. I also feel like eating light tonight. I feel like I've been at a bacchanal for this last couple of days."
"I hear you. Good idea about dinner."
I leaned into her and kissed her softly. I tasted her lips and we just held each other close and kissed.
"God, you are a great kisser."
"Shit! I'm just warming up. You want a good kiss? 'Cause if you think that's alright, what do you think of this?"
For the next half hour, we kissed for all the money and damn, if it wasn't delicious. We fell asleep in each other's arms until the dinner bell rang. I picked up the phone and ordered a spinach salad for myself and a Caesar salad for my Amy. She wanted merlot so I added that. About fifteen minutes later, our food arrived and, on our terrace, we ate until the rain started to fall. The rain fell straight down in large drops that kept a rhythmic beat. We listened to it. I sang to her.
"You and me and rain on the roof, Caught up in a summer shower, Dryin' while it soaks the flowers, Maybe we'll be caught for hours, Waitin' out the sun."
Amy joined in perfect harmony.
"You and me underneath the roof of tin, Pretty comfy feelin' how the rain ain't leakin' in, We can sit and dry just as long as it can pour, 'Cause the way it makes you look makes me hope it rains some more."
"Ok, how 'bout this one?"
"Down here where the river meets the sea, In the sticky heat I feel you open up to me, Love comes out of no where, baby, oh, just like a hurricane, And it feels like rain, And it feels like rain...
...Batten down the hatches, baby, Leave your heart out on your sleeve, Looks like we're in for stormy, stormy, stormy weather, That ain't no cause to leave, Let it wash away the pain, And it feels like rain, And it feels like rain, Baby can you feel it, can you feel it, It feels like rain, Let your love, let your love come down, Oh, down on me."
"Oh, I like that one a lot. Did you write that?"
"I wish I did. No, that's a John Hiatt song. I love it a lot." I was ready to kick into the Beatles' "Rain" or Randy Newman or Ann Peebles or any one of a million other rain songs when Carla knocked.
Amy let her in with a "Hey baby, where ya been?"
"Oh Denny and I had a fun day. We went shopping in Palm Springs and pissed away a bunch of money."
Amy went into their room to check out Carla's booty. Denis walked in to join me. I poured wine and he lit up.
"So I hear you bought up the town."
"If you mean that I bought a t-shirt then I guess so. Carla, on the other hand..."
"Money well spent, my friend, money well spent. Think you'll get laid tonight?"
We went on with this banter interspersed by laughter. Occasionally, we would hear whoops coming form the other room and we'd start laughing again.
"I don't know about this party tonight, Davy, I'm whipped. We came back, took a shower and passed out. I see that you had the same kind of dinner we had. All this good living wears you out."
"We were just saying the same thing. And we might leave the party early if we begin to sag."
"Yeah, us too. When are you leaving and where's your next stop?"
"Tomorrow, we have to go into town and check out our trailer. Then I want to head over to the Betty Ford Clinic to see some friends. We'll probably head to L.A. on the day after. Mark asked me to appear at a fundraiser he's doing on Saturday. Anyway, that's the plan."
Amy and Carla came back into the room. Carla was modeling a lingerie set she bought. It really showed her finer points.
"You look excellent, Carla."
"I'm wearing this tonight. You think I'll hook up?"
"Nice talk, wifey. Don't forget the sugar daddy who bought it for you!"
"Oh, like I didn't earn it!"
"Carla, come help me get dressed and let's leave these boys be."
They went off to the dressing room/bathroom while Denis and I shot the shit. Finally, Amy and Carla reappeared and Amy simply took my breath away. She was wearing a diaphanous harem outfit. It was violet with a matching violet thong and a tiny little bra that allowed her breasts to pop out. It just barely covered her nipples.
"Oh, baby, you look amazing! And I have the perfect thing to wear, too."
I ran into the dressing room and I found an outfit that I'd never worn before. It was a gift from an old girlfriend and I really don't know why I packed it but I did and now was the moment to wear it. It was a purple satin boxer shorts with a matching satin hospital orderly's shirt. I walked out to gasps.
"We are too fucking hot, you know that don't you?"
Denis came from his room wearing pajamas with a light blue ticking pattern. We took some pictures of each other and I fixed up Santo. Then we headed out to Callie and Tony's house. Fortunately, the way was covered and then indoors so we stayed dry.
Callie met us at the door with a tray of champagne glasses. There was a small crowd of around twenty people in the living room. Lillian was dancing with Tony and Mark was munching on some tapas. Several of the people we recognized from the yoga class and a few from around the pool icluding a couple of TV and Movie celebs.
"Davy, I wish you had brought your guitar. I could listen to you all night!" yelled Lillian from across the room.
"Not tonight, sorry. But I don't mind if I dance a bit!"
I grabbed Amy and we began to ballroom dance over to her.
"You know, you two make a striking couple. It is easy to see that you love each other. How long have you been together?"
Amy smiled and said, "Today is our three week anniversary!"
Tony proposed a toast and we bowed.
"That's all? You act like you've known each other for years."
"Actually, we have except we didn't know it," I quipped, "but I honestly believe we were made for each other." Amy and I toasted each other.
"And I agree," Lillian smiled, "I think you could teach the class a few things. You both emit a very powerful aura."
"Gee, no one ever said that to me before!"
"Me neither. Thank you, Lillian. We enjoyed your classes."
"Well, then come tomorrow afternoon. I expect a small group and I think you will both love it."
She kissed us both and moved toward the fruit bar. Amy and I kind of looked at each other with quizzical eyes.
Tony jumped in, "Well, that was pretty intense for Lillian. I'm impressed...Here, let me show you around.
Tony took us into the living wing. The house seemed to be laid out in an odd way. It was on one side of the resort and it opened into it. With lots of windows and terraces and rambling hallways, this was not a house designed for privacy. Obviously, it was a house for what you might call your basic party animals. One terrace was already in use with the pool, tub and outdoor bar happening. It was an impressive but peculiar (for me anyway) place.
He lead us back to the large party/main room. "Oh, there you are,", shouted Callie. "I was looking for you three. I was afraid you went to play without me!"
Amy jumped in. It seemed like she couldn't wait. "No, no, Callie, not at all. We were just getting the Grand Tour. But, I must tell you, there'll be no playing for me tonight. I'm feeling a bit distressed."
Callie's face turned into a deep frown. She whined, "I so wanted to do you tonight. Last night was fun but it was silly. I really wanted you tonight."
Amy gave Callie a deep kiss. Holding Callie's chin, she whispered, "I promise you that tomorrow night, our last night here, we will be back and we can do whatever you desire...but tonight, you pretty thing, you have to let me recover, okay." Amy kissed her again.
"So we will have you both all to ourselves tomorrow night then. Tell you what, let's have dinner here, okay?" said Tony and it was agreed.
We made our way around the party for about an hour. Everyone was nice and relaxed. As groups seemed to meander towards the more private parts of the house, Amy gave me the high sign. I went to take her hand to lead her out, I looked for Callie and Tony but they were nowhere to be seen. Lillian saw us and came dancing over.
"Are you folks leaving?"
"Yes, Lillian, I'm not feeling very well and I'd just like to lay down."
"Yes, I know, dear. Let me feel your head..." She pulled Amy's head down and pressed her lips softly on her forehead. "You have no fever...," she paused and looked Amy squarely in the eyes, "...except the one you have for your man. Now go tend to that and I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. "Go on...run along now."
Amy and Lillian exchanged knowing smiles and we left. It was still raining and we hurried back to the room. I had stashed some canapes and tapas in some napkins and Santo was mightily surprised to see his treat.
As I walked into the bedroom, Amy was undressing. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well, babe. Is there anything I can do for you, anything I can get you? You know, let me see if Room Service has any hot chicken soup..."
"Davy, relax. There's nothing wrong with me. I'm perfectly fine. Come over here and sit down next to me, I'll explain." I did as I was told. I was curious. What did she have to say that was so serious?
"Tonight, I don't want to play. Tonight, I want to make love. Do you understand? I mean, yes, we've been having great sex and this place is like a Disney park for fuckers but that's not where it's at for me tonight."
"Yes, I understand exactly, hon. I feel the same way. When we got to the party, my first thought was 'I don't want to share her tonight. I want her all to myself.' but I let it pass."
"I thought the exact same thing, I swear. I wonder if it happened at the same time?"
We laughed and hugged. "Ok, I will draw you a bath, my love. I'm going to walk Santo and then when I return...well, you just wait."
I ran her a bath in the large rectangular tub. I added the scented oils that were so thoughtfully provided. As it filled, I watched as Amy undressed and hung her clothes. She saw me watching and teased me with a slow strip. When she finally stood naked in front of me, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bathroom, dipping her slowly into the tub. As she moaned taking in the soft warmth, I placed a small inflatable pillow under her head. I then floated in the scented petals, also thoughtfully provided by the management. I left her to her bliss and I slipped away to walk my buddy.
Santo took his sweet time and I was antsy to return. When we returned about twenty minutes later, we were both soaked from the warm rain. I took some towels and dried him off. I took off all my clothes and left them in a heap on the floor. I walked into the bedroom to find Amy sitting on the balcony loveseat, sipping a glass of wine. "I'm showering," I yelled out.
A few minutes later, I joined her. The balcony table was set out with plates and covered dishes. "I hope you don't mind but I ordered this from my marvelous bath, it's called "The Lover's Late Night Snatch-er,Snack! Here, taste this." It was a bite-sized chocolate topped bun filled with whipped cream and it was a very indulgent treat - just like the rest of this resort. She poured me a cup of coffee, milked and sugared the way I like it and then she poured a heavy shot of cognac into it. I like it this way, too. I looked at the covered dishes and began to examine each one. Satisfied with my options, I sat down on the loveseat next to her. I reached over and dipped a strawberry into the chocolate sauce. I offered it and Amy enjoyed slowly biting it and licking it and my fingers, too. She dipped her fingers into the whipped cream and fed them to me. We played with the food and the drink for quite some time, getting bolder and more erotic each time. She took my four fingers and rubbed them round her wet pussy, then dropped a gob of whipped cream on my fingers and said, "My newest creation. A moi petit-four."
"Mighty tasty," as I shoved them in my mouth.
"It's okay, you can talk with your mouth full."
"Mmmmph, mmmmph," showed her my tongue filled with whipped cream. I took a large dollop from the bowl and stood up. I opened my robe and put the cream on the head of my dick. "Go ahead, talk with your mouth full." Her lips seemed to take their sweet, and I do mean sweet, time, licking and cleaning me.
"Mmmm...mighty tasty."
She poured more champagne. There was a tag on the bottle that read, "Feel better. Callie and Tony". It was a bottle of Bollinger. We played with the food as we touched and caressed each other on the loveseat. I realized that we were utterly private as our balcony was a floor above everything else. We could hear people rushing through the rain to get to their rooms and we could also hear the more distant sounds of people making love. Our overhang kept us dry but the humidity of the warm rain and its constant rhythm only turned us on more and heated us up.
My leg was up on the loveseat and Amy was in my arms and we were kissing. The food no longer interested us. Our mouths were glued together, our tongues entwined. Her breasts rubbed my chest and as she straddled my leg. The feeling as she dripped along my knee and up my thigh was just incredible.
"I need you, Davy Harper. Now that I have you in my life, I'm never letting you go. I want you to know that. And I want you to know that there is nothing you can do about it. You have no say in this matter. Period."
I gave her a look like I was impressed. In fact, I was.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom and slid her under the turned down covers. She rolled me onto my back and continued her sliding, only now her body was slowly sliding over mine. Our kisses traveled around our heads. I again found that I enjoyed her earlobes. Her hand slid over my stiffy and she slowly slid onto it. We held each other close and kissed passionately. I could feel her subtle vaginal movements pulling at my cock. My cock involuntarily reacted by throbbing against her walls. We continued this for some time. Her kissing mouth and her warm, snug vagina seemed to inhale and exhale together. She opened her legs wider and I sank into her. My hips began to shake as I thrust myself but she wraped her legs around my hips and pushed her heels into my butt. She pulled me back up to her mouth and rolled me over. We began a synchronized sort of wave with me on top. Her kisses were torrid and our hips were in cadence. I could go no deeper as my orgasm began to vault up from my balls. My toes began to curl. We were now bouncing together.
"Oh, here it comes...here it comes." I began to violently shoot my cum into her bowels. I was like a machine gun spraying the St. Valentine's Day Mob. Amy's orgasm exploded under me. Her body shook as she pulled me deep inside her. Her tongue sucked mine as I felt her warm cum stream over my cock and down my balls. "I love you, baby. I love you."
We were both panting. Sweat dripped down between her breasts falling along my chest. We were cheek to cheek and we were slowing down and catching our breath. Her words of love in my ear made me hold her tighter.
"And I love you, my Amy."
"Davy, I never felt this before. I feel like my soul has this hole that has been filled. I love you and I need you. I need to be with you...all over you. I'm afraid, too...am I suffocating? Am I suffocating you? Is this really love? Is this infatuation? Can this last? Am I making you crazy?"
I started to say something but she put her finger on my lips. "I have never had sex like this. With you, I am lost in it. I can feel my eyes roll up, I swear...But it's also this thing inside me that wants you so much...I like being beside you."
"Amy. I'm going to say something that I never thought I'd say again but Amy, I could marry you. Live together. Be partners. Be together. It's all because I not only love you, I like being with you, you're my friend and most of all, I have a big problem with distrusting people and questioning motives but with you, I have none of that. I trust you implicitly. You have no motives. This thing between us is really, really pure."
"I agree. Let's just keep doing what we're doing only now, it's official. I feel so good in your arms." she was whispering in my ear again and her words were breathy and deliberate. "I only want us to be in love forever, that's all. We do stuff together so naturally. I told you this before but I feel like we're both on the same side, watching each other's back. And when we make love, it is so far beyond feeling good."
We made love again and the second time around was just as good as the first. We were more active and we came sequentially. We fell asleep holding each other. Sleep came fast and deep as it often was since we met.
We awoke early and after showering, had our morning coffee on the terrace. Amy was on the phone while I checked the web. Happily, the YouTube video was still growing rapidly. That video was such a pleasant surprise to me, especially since the whole event came out of nowhere. I also checked my portfolio and was even more pleasantly surprised to see my assets still soaring. I moved a sizable sum into my personal credit fund. Amy hung up the phone as I finished my business and logged out. She was bubbling over and I suppose I was smiling, too.
"What is it that can make you smile so wide?" I asked.
"I just spoke to Artie, my business manager and Louis, my accountant and a big deal just closed making me more stupendously wealthy. I'll tell you about it after you tell me what's making you smile so wide?
"Okay, two things: One: the YouTube video is still racking up the numbers and becoming viral, if it isn't already and B: my investments are going wild and I just moved about a half a million into my credit fund. How's that?"
"Well, aw reet, handsome! I think we're scoring big time today. The golf club I bought, the one that Sally and Stevie have the restaurant...you know..."
"Yes, I remember."
"Okay, so I added five large parcels I owned to the club property in order to expand the courses and some of the facilities. So over the past few days, we secured the Trent Jones Company to design the course, we sold the Inn rights to The Four Seasons (but not the food rights) and finally, several wheels have invested. But that's not all..."
"Geez Louise, Amy..."
"I asked Artie to check out the RV dealership and he came back with some very interesting information. Will you do me a favor, Davy?"
"Whatever you ask, darlin'"
"Will you let me handle the dealer if we have any negotiations? In case we can upgrade our ride?"
"Upgrade the ride, huh...I've been thinking about that, too, especially since being in Carla and Denis's ride. Sure. Okay. Why not? You go, girl! These RV suckers can be very expensive, they suck money and they crash in value after one mile. You can run this show. I don't mind. I'll just look and nod. If I blow my nose, it means I want to have a private conversation with you, ok?"
"Agreed. But don't blow your nose too much, it will look silly."
I snickered. We dressed and headed off to the RV dealership. As we were heading toward our rental car, a horn sounded and we quickly turned to see Denis smiling at us from the front of his big RV. He pulled to a stop and Carla ran out.
"I was worried I was going to miss you and not say goodbye. Oh, Amy, thank you so much. I am so happy to have met you both. And this place! This Place! All I can say is 'Wowwee!!!'. What a great idea."
"I second that and raise you. Hey Davy," called Denis, "Here's our vitals - phone, email, facebook, twitter...let's hook up again. Hopefully we can before we return back east."
I took the paper and began to write my particulars on his pad. "We're heading up to San Francisco and Mill Valley where we have friends."
"We hope to get up that way in a few weeks after I settle some business in L.A. Maybe we'll meet again on the road, Denis. Let's stay in touch. It's been a pleasure."
We shook hands, the girls finished their hugging, we kissed and they were gone. We liked them. They were a cute, vivacious and totally unpretentious couple. We drove our Prius over to the dealership. It wasn't too far away. Santo didn't seem to like the sound of the Prius engine and he seemed a little agitated. Amy stroked him and, with her magic touch, he relaxed.
We met the Service Manager, Al, who told us that our RV was ready but that the dealership owner wanted to meet us. He took us into the offices and introduced us to Ralph.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Mr. Harper, I'm a long-time fan. I spoke to my friends, Callie and Tony, and they asked that we extend our courtesy to you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
I extended my hand and started to say "No" when Amy interrupted.
"Ralph, is it possible to turn this RV in and to rent another RV, something bigger and more luxurious?"
"Yes, Callie told me that you mentioned that you might be interested in an upgrade so I took the liberty of selecting several options. Would you follow me, please?"
He took us into the garage and got behind the wheel of a golf cart, We hopped in behind him. I was interested to seeing what he had but I'd grown to like my little box. What the hell, right? Whatever makes Amy happy.
We drove around the lot to see different models. Al asked if I had a Class A Driver's License and it just so happened I did, a relic from a little over a year ago when I was sometimes driving trucks for a living.
We looked at a Beaver Marquis ($500,000 negotiable),a Winnebago Outlook ($250,000 negotiable), a Tiffen Zephyr 45 ($400,000 negotiable), a Gulfstream Caribbean ($350,000 negotiable), a Gulfstream Tourmaster T40B ($450,000 negotiable), a Holiday Rambler Imperial ($275,000 negotiable), and a King Aire 45 ($475,000 non-negotiable). All of them could be rented, too, but at exorbitant rates. Some were more opulent than others, some were garish, some were downright impractical and some were downright disgusting. Amy had all kinds of questions that she asked, sometimes her follow-ups took Al by surprise.
"That's about it for our really deluxe models. I have others to show you but they are a step down in conveniences. Was there anything you saw that you liked?"
Amy thought for a minute and replied, "Yes, I liked the Tiffen and some parts of the King Aire. Most of what I saw was far too glitzy for us but isn't there any others of that caliber that you want to show me?"
"No, I don't know what you mean?"
"Well, Al, to be blunt, I have information that you have a Vantare and a Travel Supreme?"
"Well, yes that's true, but..."
"But I own the paper on those busses and I think I'd like to drive one out of here."
"May I ask how you can own the paper when we bought them at an L.A. Police Auction?"
"Actually, you bought the paper rights from the underwriting firm that I own and now I'll let you sell it back to me at a profit."
Al was uncomfortable to say the least. After a long pause, he said, "Well, that may be good deal for me. Let's take a look at them." He drove the golf cart into one of the bays where an incredible chocolate motorhome sat next to a silver bus. "I'll let you walk around them and I'll be back in a few minutes. Please..."
Amy and I walked into the silver mobile palace by Travel Supreme. I told her that I was amazed at the way she cold-cocked him and she smiled knowingly. The Travel Supreme had a custom interior that was maxxed out. With four electronic slide-outs, it was truly immense. The cockpit was fully state-of-the-art with glowing back-lit displays and screens.
Amy picked up the vehicle specs from the table and began to read them to me.
"Travel Supreme 42, $1,480,000 new, 8300 miles, Newell 45' 2009 Quad-Slide, rear master bath...um...Yard Lights...Flood Lights in Sill times six...Powered Patio Awnings...Powered Window Awnings..ummm...Sliding Storage Beds in Lower Bays, Keyless Entry Lock System, 20kw Power Tech Nose Mounted Generator, CB Radio, Radar Detector, Silverleaf Vehicle Monitoring System...VIP Smart Wheel with Power Tilt and Telescope Adjustment...Total Vision Camera System...Electric Shore Power Cord Reel...Roof Air Conditioning (4 Units)...um...SubZero Refrigerator & Freezer...ooh...Additional Set of SubZero Freezer Drawers...GE Advantium Oven...Kuppersbusch flush mount Cooktop...Whirlpool Stacked Washer & Dryer...Aqua-Hot System..."
"Enough"
"No, wait...Adjustable Leather Driver Chair with Massage, Heat and Cool in Seat, Leather Copilot Recliner, Leather Sofa Hide-A-Bed, Recliner with ottoman, Built-in desk with desk chair, Indirect Lighting Behind Valances, Reading Lights...umm...Corian Countertops, Marble Flooring, Queen Plus Bed, Extra Large Shower in Master...26" LCD in front overhead, 47" LCD HD TV, Marantz Receiver with surround sound, DVD/VCR Player, KVH TracVision Satalite System, HD DSS Receiver, In-Dash Kenwood Receiver...Globar Wireless Internet...in the bedroom: a 47" LCD HD TV, Marantz Receiver with surround sound, DVD/VCR Player, HD DSS Receiver...you know, there's another page and a half of this shit. This thing is wild."
"It certainly looks less tacky than all the others..but I hate the fireplace. The others were so cheesy ornate but this is okay...and fucking expensive."
"No, not really. We bought it at auction for $125,000 and offered the paper for $500,000 figuring it could easily be resold for over a million. At least that's what I was told. We'll give him $250,000 and Al is plenty happy...at least, that's what I was told."
"I wonder what it's like under the hood."
"You can drive this, can't you?"
"Sure, but I think I'd like to road test it. Let's look at the other one."
"This one is a Featherlight Vantare 45, custom designed by Bran Ferrin for his personal use. New it was $1,750,000 but it has 14,800 miles on it."
"Hmm, Bran Ferrin is a futurist and a special effects guy. I think he's with Disney now but he does stuff with the Smithsonian. I remember when he was a student at East Hampton High. This must be interesting inside, let's take a look inside."
Now this bus was way cool. The interior was very efficient and easy to maintain but it was cozy and plush, too. Very low-key and laid-back. We sat down on the couch and picked up the specs. I scanned the page. Big diesel with hybrid battery packs...solar panels on roof for hot water...satellite TV, phone and Internet...big water tanks...big fuel tanks...slide away 50" TV...
"This bus is very cool, Davy, isn't it."
"I'm liking what I'm reading here, too. Come on..."
We walked into the galley, all chrome and corian with metal backsplashes, a Sub-Zero...small dishwasher...hideaway microwave/convection...nice dinette...4 slideouts, nice. We walked into the bedroom and I think that is what sold us. It was all light woods, mirrors and clever storage. The large tiltable bed still had walk around sides. The attached bathroom had a private commode and a combination shower/steam/environmental spa (what the fuck is that?) with a skylight above. The other side of the bedroom contained another slide-up 50" TV with surround sound, a media center and a computer workstation/desk. It was ingeniously designed to maximize space, efficiency and utility. On either side was more closet and storage space. There was a skylight over the bed. With the LED lighting, it was, on one hand, very womblike and on the other, very high tech.
Each area of the bus was tied into the media center by small electronic touch screens. This bus was a techie's dream with lots of green-specific features. I liked that. The cockpit looked similar to a spaceship with it's screen, knobs and read-outs. The chairs were massage equipped. The power was aided by Tesla batteries that were added by the company. This bus was the shit.
"It certainly looks less tacky than all the others. The exterior is almost unubstrusive. The others were so cheesy ornate but this is all light woods - very Danish Modern and high tech...and fucking expensive."
"Yeah, but it's cool, isn't it, Davy? What if we took this one for say, $450,000 and bought it with a corporation made up of you and me, 50/50. Let the accountants figure out how to do it. Then, when we aren't using it, we could lease it or we could give to Sal and Steve to use...just an idea."
"And a good one. I'm not that good with this kind of finance shit but that's why I have Danny do it for me. Danny has always been there for me, in good and bad, and I love him. You talk to Al and I'll call Danny."
Danny was all for it and he said that he'd draw up papers. Diversifying was a good thing, he said. I put Amy on the phone with him to work it out. The end result was that I would buy it with the provision that we would sell it to our company. Whatever. It was a done deal and, like Amy said, let the accountants work it out.
Al returned and escorted Amy to his office while I went off to walk Santo. When we returned, they were walking toward us, both smiling. Al shook my hand as the proud new owner of Bran Ferrin's custom Vantare. He said that the bus was already completely prepped and ready to roll but that they were going to do another once-over for us. He said that they would drive the bus to the spa tomorrow morning and that he would personally give us a complete tour as well as a driving lesson and some practice. We bid goodbye and drove off. I took the road toward Betty Ford.
"So Danny and I worked it out, hon. I put him in touch with my people and they're doing all the paper. You bought the bus but I transferred half over to Danny and Danny is transferring the funds to Al. Are you with me so far?"
"Yes and I like the way you are explaining it. Talk to me like I'm an idiot. It's okay because with this stuff, I am."
"Okay, good. Our 50/50 partnership will be a way for each of us to keep our account filled and to invest in some stuff together."
"Like what kind of stuff?"
"Like you and your music, for one. It's a whole new age and you can control your own career. But other things, too. I really haven't thought about it much but it's another option available to us."
"Okay, but let's take one thing at a time. Let's see what kind of future this so-called career has. We can talk about all of this after we see what's doing in L.A., in New York and with Jimmy. But I like your thinking and I like options. By the way, what's the name of our company?"
"Gee, I don't really know. DavyAmy, Inc.?"
"How about "RoadWarriors, Inc.?"
"That's a good one. Let's just let it cook for a few days while we try out our new trailer. And speaking of that, where do you want to travel to next?"
"I was thinking of going up the coast. I have friends in Santa Cruz, in San Francisco, on Tiburon and maybe up in Bolinas, if they're still there. From there, maybe we could head east to Yosemite."
"That sounds cool. I might have some friends up the coast, too, but it's been years since we were in contact."
Betty Ford Clinic was a short visit. As we were visitors (even though I still have my coin in my wallet), we were not allowed into the compound and could only stay in the offices. We met with Dr. O'Connor and had a pleasant chat about my daughter's continued well-being. I asked if I could make a donation to the Scholarship Fund which helps patients with financial needs and he gave me donation forms. I wrote a check for $50,000 and I thought he would pass out. He excused himself and returned with Susan Ford. She was especially gracious to us and thanked us profusely. I told her that it was I who owed them my thanks for saving my daughter. We stayed a few minutes more and then she walked us out to our car. As I pulled away past the high anti-paparazzi walls and out of The Eisenhower Medical Complex, I felt that I had done what I had wanted to do - something worthwhile and important.
We pulled into the resort with a couple of hours to spare before our last class with Lillian. We decided that it was a fine day to catch some rays so we stripped down and headed over to the pool. It was quiet around the pool and we quickly found a large double lounge chair. I ordered two glasses of champagne.
"Let's toast our future, Amy, my love."
"To us, Mr. Harper. We are truly blessed."
We clinked our glasses, sipped the bubbly and kissed. We snuggled up next to each other and closed our eyes for a few minutes. We were awakened by one of the pool aides who recommended we apply some sunblock. We both rolled over and allowed her to grease us up. The time seemed to pass quickly and soon we were showering off and heading to the spa for our class.
The class was less populated than it had been on previous days. Lillian explained that this was a "getaway" day and that the resort would fill up again tomorrow.
"I'm glad that there are only four couples here today so I can give you all my attention. First, let's strip down and sit in a small circle."
For the first time, Lillian stripped down, too. For an older woman whom I suspect was in her early seventies, her skin was surprisingly smooth and opalescent. Her breasts showed no sign of sag and her shaved pubes revealed a large pink flower. I was plenty impressed. She had us form a tight circle and then began to speak quietly.
"Today, I want to show you some wonderful exercises that will increase your erotic responses during lovemaking. Frequently, when we masturbate, we seem to have quick and strong orgasms. Of course, the reason is because we know what makes us feel good and we get right to it. As I discussed at our first session, it is imperative that we share these masturbation techniques with our partners. We do this for several obvious reasons but the primary reason is to increase the level of intimacy between each other. There are no secrets to good sex and there is no reason we should have any. George and Leona, has your intimacy been greater during your stay?"
"Absolutely," said Leona, "I think we have learned quite a bit about each other."
"Like what?"
"We've been married a long time and I was surprised to discover that we could indulge each other for a long period of time. It's always been quick for both of us but in that "couples" position, we really like stretching it out. Our orgasms seem stronger and I love the kissing and caressing."
"Good. That is one of our goals. We want your most intimate moments to be more intense. We want you to feel more erotic and more comfortable in your sexual skin. Now, I'd like you all to get into the "coupling" position." Lillian to a long glass dildo and placed it vertically along her own slit.
Amy slid onto my cross-legged lap.
"Now do not penetrate. Simply slide your penis along her vagina. Ladies, get as tight as you can so your lips wrap around him. Good. Now touch each other...run your fingers over mouths...good...touch nipples...light touches...Allan, what are you feeling?"
"Well, Deena is getting very wet and I'm getting harder."
"Yes, right...I would guess that you are all feeling that...Anything else, Deena?"
"It feels nice and I can't seem to control the urge to put him inside me."
"Not yet, dear, hold off a bit longer. Focus on his other features.* Amy, what's happening with you?"
"I like the feeling of being snug against him and feeling him rub along my clit."
"Very good. You can use your muscles to increase that feeling without physically rocking back and forth. Look at me for a moment, please. You will notice that my hands are folded but my yoni is gripping the glass lingum. I am using my muscles to grip and pulse against it. If I keep this up for a few minutes, I will have an orgasm. If I close my eyes, regulate my breathing and concentrate upon my clitoris, I will have a very pleasurable experience."
"Lillian, I can't seem to grip him. I'm too wet and I keep slipping," Ellen said somewhat sadly.
"Get a little closer and tighter to each other. Bobby, use your muscles and push your penis against her. Is that better? You both have to work a little to make this happen. Use your butt muscles."
I suddenly felt Amy flush. I pushed myself against her and squeezed my butt which pushed me a little higher. Releasing those muscles made me slip back. I began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Amy smiled and nodded. Her fingernails began to push into me as she gripped my back. I felt a drop of pre-cum roll down the head.
"That's good. I know that some of you are feeling that orgasmic phase begin. Let go and let it come."
Our arms held us together and I felt some beads of sweat roll down between Amy's bountiful cleavage. Our breathing also became deeper. It was a strange sensation to feel her clit harden against the vein along the bottom of my dick. We were both into it and we began to french kiss. I heard Lillian speaking but I couldn't concentrate on her words. I know that in a few moments I would come.
"Oh, oh!" Amy's pussy lips gripped me and released me. My dick pushed high against her clit and then dropped down again. We synchronized our efforts as best we could so that we seemed to be helping as well as complementing each other. I felt her lips wiggling as my cum began to drip down.
"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...oh that feels soooo good." I couldn't help myself as I gently came. Amy squeezed me as close as she could and then released me. We both fell backward.
"Beautiful. Very beautiful." Lillian smiled. "Davy just had his orgasm. Is anyone else close?" No one else responded although everyone seemed rather blissful.
"Okay. Take a break. This is something you can all practice and I promise you that you can have a very good and deep orgasm this way, as Davy just exhibited. There are several different positions that don't necessarily need penetration for orgasm. I have books for all you to use to enjoy these positions during your enjoyment of each other. I call it "Tantric-Lite! But, for now, I want you to stop torturing each other and I want you all to make each other orgasm. So, during our last few minutes together, go for it."
All the other couples started to fuck in earnest. Deena and Ellen stayed in their position and began to slide up and down on their partner's dicks. Leona rolled onto her back as George began to bounce on her. I stretched myself into Amy's crotch and began to suck on her sweet pussy until she began to bubble over and flood my tongue with my favorite nectar. We lay together and watched the others finish themselves off. Lillian had her eyes closed as she continued to squeeze against the glass dildo. The air was rife with the scent of sex. Amy nodded to me and pointed at her. We both slid over toward her and began to softly caress her. George, Leona and Deena joined us. We continued to lightly touch her body until her breathing turned into small expressive gasps. Her small nipples were hard so I circled then lightly with my fingernail. The others had now joined us and we were all tightly wrapped around Lillian. There seemed to be a combined vibe to bring her off. Hands and lips were everywhere around her except her vagina which tightly held the dildo. She began to hiccup and it seemed as though her skin was glowing. Her small body began to tremble and I noticed her toes curl. She flexed her entire body and held herself steady as her skin flushed. Slowly, she exhaled a cleansing breath and I felt her muscles release as her shoulders sagged. Her eyes were closed and her mouth rose in a grin. Her eyes fluttered open.
"That was wonderful. Thank you all, my loving students."
We gave her space and as we did, the dildo dropped away from her pudenda. There was a sizable puddle underneath.
"You know, I could probably orgasm several times quickly but I think I will save that for later. But for now, let me kiss each one of you and send you on your way. I hope I have taught you some techniques that improve and extend your orgasmic potential."
Amy and I walked back to our room. We were both quiet. After tending to Santo, I sat down at the table and rolled a fatty.
"I feel like I was in the presence of a very learned person," said Amy. "When you came and started dripping into me, it felt so personal...so wonderfully gentle. She could teach us a lot, I think."
"Yes, you're probably right. She was very much like a guru. That exercise made me so turned on that when I came, I didn't realize it for several moments. I really reached a higher plane. But now, a weariness seems to be taking over."
"Have a few more puffs and then come lay down. Let me rub your back, darling."
I must have passed out quickly because the next thing I knew, Amy was dressed and ready to meet Callie and Tony for dinner. I woke a bit startled.
"It's okay, we have plenty of time for you to shower and dress. I already fed Santo, who is my little buddy, too." Amy scratched his head and he looked up at her panting happily.
I stretched. "That nap was just what I needed. Thank you, dollface." I showered and dressed in light khakis and a thin cotton shirt. I leashed Santo and we slowly walked over to their house, giving Santo plenty of time to do his business.
Callie opened the door and Roxy scampered out. "Let's let them play out back for a while. Come on Roxy. Come on Santo." She led them to a large fenced in area. There were food bowls, treats and plenty of water. There was also a large shade tree beneath which the dogs lay down. They got along so very well together.
"I'm so glad you're here. I so much wanted to see you once more before you left our little paradise." Callie led us to the large deck area where Tony was barbecuing and chatting with Lillian.
"Lillian! I'm so glad you're here," Amy cried out. "Davy and I really thank you for your lessons. It was a wonderful surprise here at the resort."
"Thank you, dear girl. You two were wonderful students. I hope you take what you have learned and put it to good use. You have made me feel your love. This afternoon was quite special for me. I hope it was for you, as well."
"Lillian is our special treasure," said Tony. "She has taught us so much. Personally, I don't know what we would do without her guidance. And I say this honestly, she made a man out of me."
Lillian laughed. "No, Anthony dear, you were always a man. You just didn't realize how much!"
Callie served us some white wine. "No, Lil, it's true. We were just a pair of randy fuckers until we met you. You taught us that alone, we were a kind of art form but together, we are a masterpiece."
"And here's a toast that you always grow." Lillian raised her glass and we toasted. A chef and a waiter appeared as Tony joined us at the table.
"Lillian, today was quite amazing for me," I opined. "I've had sex and I've had sex but this was something different. I thought that Amy and I enjoyed gourmet sex but I think we have much to learn..."
"...from each other," added Lillian.
"...yes, I'm sure. Today, when I came, it was a different kind of orgasm, it was an emotional response. Hell, I didn't even know I came until after and..."
"...and it felt wonderful, right? Let me ask you something, Davy. Did you feel drained afterwards? Did you rest up?"
"He certainly did. He said he felt weary and then slept like a babe."
"That's wonderful to hear. I knew that you would, Davy dear. You were very deeply into it. I observed how close your - both of you - your energy levels - your pa'a - are very high. You both are far more enlightened than you realize."
We sat and chatted while dinner was served, sticky sweet chicken kabobs and very delicious. A few minutes later, Santo and Roxy joined us. Naturally, Santo immediately found the shade. Callie explained how she and Tony met, dated and during that period, met Lillian. Tony said that if it wasn't for Lillian, they would not have married.
"Lillian guided us to places we could only imagine. She made us understand pleasure and then shared pleasure and then love."
Lillian added, "I think that when we first met down in Cabo, I sensed both of your dualities and I am glad I helped you both blend them together into a powerful unit."
Callie kissed her. "I love you, Lillian. I never knew how to live until I met you."
"How so," asked Amy, "I'm curious."
Callie explained, "I was a jumble of fear and neuroses. I knew that I liked women and I really considered that I might be gay, but I also was crazy about Tony. My secrets kept me at a distance."
Tony added, "It was similar with me. I'd had some secret homosexual encounters and I was afraid that Callie and I were merely acting out a charade. I was sitting on the beach and feeling blue when Lillian, who I'd never seen before, sat down next to me and helped me see the truth, helped me to understand that my fears were really a form of societal pressure. When Callie found us, Lillian took her for a walk and when they returned, we were no longer afraid. My wife is my lover, my partner, my best friend and my soul. Thank you, Lillian."
"I get the powerful waves coming out of you and Amy, Davy. I believe that after many years of wandering in the desert, you both have found each other. I hope that in our little oasis, you both realize that, too. I believe that you are both rising every day."
"Lillian is why we have this place, really," said Callie, "she's here because it is her mission. It's her mission to spread love and help those seek an understanding of a higher love. She's our Mother Teresa."
"Oh, stop that, Callie. I am not."
"You are and you can't deny it," said Tony, "and we love you for it."
As we dined, the subject turned to how Amy and I met. When we got to the part about Woody Creek, Tony interrupted.
"Mark suggested that we watch the YouTube video. What a beautiful song and a great performance. It was great but not as good as the show you gave us a few nights ago. That was something very special."
"Yes, really it was. It was memorable."
"I sensed that the two of you were brought together to spread your love through music. I saw that. The warmth you two give off can warm the world. It is a very special gift."
Amy and I looked at each other and we both blushed. I took her hand in mine and said, "For years, I have been lost, I've been bruised and beaten up. The moment I met Amy, I suddenly felt healed. I felt that home was wherever we were together. I certainly can't say what the future holds but I know it is together and it is all better now."
Darkness had set in and the moonless sky was alive with stars. The pool was softly lit but it could not hide the shooting stars. I pulled out a joint from my pocket but Tony stopped me, reaching for one in his pocket.
"Both of you can put that away. I happen to have some Oaxacan here that an admirer gave me. I've been saving it for a special occasion," Lillian said as she lit it and passed it, "be careful - it's silly stuff, giggly and sensuous."
She was not wrong about that. Within a few minutes, we were all smiling and within a few minutes after that, we were naked in the pool...and giggling.
Amy commented on Lillian's wonderful skin. She whispered into Amy's ears and Amy laughed out, "You're kidding!" as Callie assured Amy that Lillian wasn't kidding. Tony turned to me and quietly commented that Lillian makes her own skin cream from secret ingredients, some of which include sperm and some of that is his contribution. That made us both laugh. I swam over to the women and asked Lillian if I could contribute some of my secret ingredients. She asked me if I was serious and, at that moment, I was. She asked the girls if they would be willing to milk us and then she would head back to her cottage to prepare a batch. We all walked out of the pool and gathering up the dogs, entered the house.
Seated comfortably on the couch, she positioned me and Tony next to each other and began to softly stroke our cocks. Callie and Amy sat across from us and watched. Lillian's hand was firm yet delicate and we were both hard in a heartbeat. Amy and Callie began to kiss and touch each other which only served to turn up the heat even more. As Lillian rolled my balls around her soft hands, I relaxed. Closing my eyes, I let her slowly jerk me. As a few drops of pre-cum started to drip out, she rubbed the head around her face and licked the tip. I groaned happily. I looked up to see Callie on the floor, her head between Amy's thighs and Amy with a huge smile. There was little sound in the room. I looked over at Tony and he seemed to be in the same shape as I. I ran my hand along Lillian's head and shoulders. Her skin was very hot. I reached down and stroked her breasts, so smooth and soft. We were all deeply enjoying each other.
Tony told her that he was coming soon and Lillian turned her attention to him. She took a glass and handed it to me admonishing me not to lose a drop. Tony took over stroking his dick as Lillian caressed his sac. I held the glass to his glans as he began to shoot his seed into the glass. When we was finished, Lillian licked him off. Now it was my turn and as she began to jerk me, Tony took one of my nipples into his mouth. The girls were now in a sixty-nine on the floor and close to coming. Lillian got the glass to my dick as I shot my load into it. She then licked and sucked me clean. Her tongue felt like butterfly wings. The three of us sat and watched as the girls finished each other off. They turned to us smiling, their faces glistening in pussy juice.
"Thank you both very much. This will make a very good batch. And now, I will leave you lovebirds to your own devices. Make good love."
"No, you don't," said Callie, "it's our turn to thank you, Miss Lillian." Callie held Lillian close and began to kiss her sensuously. Amy moved over and joined Callie as they covered Lillian in love. Tony and I joined them on the floor and we formed a circle around Lillian. All of us softly touched and kissed her, pushing her down onto her back. Callie spread Lillian's legs and commented upon wet Lillian was. We took turns feeling her vagina. I stuck my finger into her canal and was surprised as it sucked my finger in. No words were spoken as we four groped and fondled her. Each of us took turns licking her puss. As we moved around her body, we mirrored our motions into a synchronized dance. Callie moved to Lillian's left hand and eased it into her own pussy. Tony squatted over Lillian's head and placed the head of his mighty cock between her lips. Amy placed Lillian's right hand into her puss as I eased my tongue into her. Lillian had a beatific look on her face as she began to tremble and shake, her orgasm rising. Callie nodded to us and our hands caressed and pulled on her pussy lips. Lillian began to moan deliriously and pushed my head away from her pussy. She ran her fingers over her clit and soon was spraying her juices a foot into the air. Her hands clenched us as she arched her back and again sprayed her fluid like an open hose. It was a sight to see as I had never seen a woman ejaculate quite like that. It was only when it had subsided that I noticed that Callie had collected most of it into another glass. The clear liquid filled half the glass.
"Oh, mercy! That was wonderful! I haven't had an explosion like that since I can't remember when. My body feels wonderful and I thank you all for expressing your love to me."
We helped her stand up as she was a bit wobbly. She continued to mutter "mercy, mercy" for a few moments. Callie brought her a glass of water to help her collect herself. She began to putter around and seemed rejuvenated. She covered her precious fluids in plastic wrap and all smiles prepared to leave.
"I have some work to do in my secret laboratory now and I'll be on my way. I hope to see you again soon. My thoughts are always with you. Na mas te."
"Oh, don't worry, Lillian. I think Davy and I will become frequent students, don't you agree?"
"I do, indeed, Amy. It's not very often that we meet a 'life-changer'. Oh, you'll see us again, I assure you."
We hugged her tight. With watery eyes, she told us that she loved us. And, like a ephemeral sprite, disappeared out the door.
"She certainly is something else, isn't she?" asked Callie.
"She's the real thing," added Tony, "and we are blessed to know her. And now, how about we move this party to the bedroom?"
We continued to comment about Lillian as we strolled into the room. Comments like "I've never seen a woman cum like that!" and "I've only seen geysers like that in Yosemite Park" came fast and furious. We sat around the bed and smoked the rest of Lillian's primo joint. Soon, we were giggling again.
"You know, if I didn't have Tony's big cock, I might just move the Sybian in here."
I reached over and held it in my hand. Even soft, it was about seven inches long. I asked him if he had a license to carry that around. Amy wrapped her hand around it, too, and commented that she wouldn't mind a ride on it as it grew in our hands. Meanwhile, Callie sat propped up on some pillows and began to touch herself. I let go of Tony's cock to allow Amy access. I moved myself around so I could lie between Callie's legs looking right into her pink being gently stroked. It glistened with her juices in the dim light. With one hand, she tweaked the perfect little nipple on her small breast. Her other hand roamed around her clit making it erect and peeking out of her full inner lips. She was smiling at me and enjoying her exhibitionism. She ran her middle finger into her hole and then offered it to me. I ran it under my nose to take in her muskiness. She pulled her knees up and spread herself wider allowing me a better view of her dark hole. She was now dripping onto the bed.
Amy had been lightly stroking and licking Tony's tool which was now very hard and at its full ten-inch length. She said, "I must have this in me." and positioned herself in a reverse cowgirl. She slowly slid down onto it and grunted as she felt its fullness within her. Slowly, she rocked back and forth upon it, grunting with each downstroke. Tony looked at me smiling and placed his finger into his mouth signaling that he wanted my cock. I leaned into Callie, pressing my nose onto her clit and slurped her. Pulling away, I stood on the bed and placed my cock at Tony's mouth which he quickly gobbled up. In this position, I could watch his dick plow Amy, I could watch Callie finger herself enthusiastically and I could rock my cock in and out of Tony's mouth. This man could really suck.
Callie decided to join our threesome and moved over to take Amy's breast between her lips. With one hand, she fondled my ass and ran her fingertip around my hole. As Tony became more intent in his sucking, she pushed her finger inside and pushed up to my prostate. I arched myself into Tony's mouth and felt my cock hit the back of his throat. After a few minutes of this continuous action, I told him that I was going to cum and he increased his oral vacuum. Callie pushed her finger against my prostate and rubbed it. I could not hold my flood back any longer and I began to spew into Tony's skillful mouth, filling it with my creamy load. He sucked it in until the sensitivity on my glans became too much and I pulled away, flopping onto the bed.
Callie had moved down to Amy's cunt and was nipping at her clit. Filled with cock and having a sweet tongue flicking her caused Amy to grunt again and push hard against Tony. She came hard, crying out that she was cumming. Callie was doing all she could to hold on and lick up the voluminous juices dripping out of Amy. Tony cried out that he was next and Amy pulled away from him. Callie quickly pulled the head between her lips and started to jerk him causing him to moan and thrash his head. I could see her cheeks puff out as he filled her mouth with his gift. I moved under her and started to lick and suck her soaking hole. Amy moved behind her and licked her ass. Our actions brought her to the edge instantly and I was rewarded with a copious amount of pussy juice running down my cheeks.
Exhausted, we all collapsed in a heap. "Now that was great," smiled Tony. "We sure make a good group of fuckers, don't we?"
"Yeah, I think that's about as good as it gets," Callie chimed in. "I really like you guys. Sex is so easy and fun with you. I'm going to miss you both."
"Don't worry, Callie. I'm sure we'll be back. Hell, we may make this an annual thing."
"I'm there," I added.
We all lay together for a while and smoked a little more. We talked about how much we enjoyed each other as playmates and we complimented each other. After a bit, it was time to kiss and say goodnight and the four of us put our faces together for a group kiss. We walked back into the living room and I think that all of us had a little trouble with our equilibrium. Santo was out cold and happily snoring away but hearing us approach got him up and on his feet. Amy and I promised that we would say goodbye in the morning and the three of us strolled back to our room.
As soon as we entered the room, Amy jumped down on the bed and spread her legs.
"I need you to eat me out...right now!" she ordered. Far be it from me to deny my lady, I enthusiastically jumped between her thighs and began to ferociously go down on her. I cupped her ass cheeks in my hands and burrowed deeply into her womb.
"Yes, Yes, Yes! Davy! Oh, Davy!" Flicking her hard nubbin brought her off quickly. She pulled me onto her and licked my face off. We fell asleep like that.
The morning came and we were all packed by the time breakfast arrived. We got a call from the Front Desk that our trailer had arrived so we called for the porter and made our way over to settle up. Callie and Tony were both behind the desk and seeing us, they came from behind to hug us. I pulled out my credit card and handed it to Tony.
"No, no, no. Callie and I decided that since you have given us so much pleasure and you were such wonderful guests..."
"...and you entertained us! Don't forget that, honey!"
"...we've decided not to charge you. You have been our guests and we hope we will be friends for a lifetime."
Amy and I protested but to no avail. Finally, we gave up and thanked them, promising that we would be in touch. We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses when Callie remembered something.
"Gee, I almost forgot. Lillian stopped by to leave this for you, Amy." She handed Amy a small box. Opening it, there was a small glass container labeled "Lillian's Rejuvenation Cream."
"Wow, I am honored. Please thank her for me and tell her I will treasure this."
We bid our goodbyes and walked out to see our huge chocolate van awaiting. Al stood next to it and waved us inside. He got behind the wheel.
"I'm taking you over to a deserted parking lot for some lessons. Johnny will follow us in the car."
As we drove, Al explained that the money had come through and that the Van was prepped. He told us that they had moved all our gear and our belongings from the old trailer into the new one. He told us that the rental bill on the old trailer was covered as well and that he had discounted the bill by 25%. I watched studiously as he explained the cockpit controls. I watched as he handled the van into the deserted parking lot.
Al parked it and gave us a thorough tour both inside and out. He explained that we would probably discover some of the trailers secrets (he called them 'special effects') since Ferrin was such an amazing designer and engineer. I got behind the wheel and within fifteen minutes or so felt very comfortable handling it. When he felt that I was fully competent, he tossed some hypothetical problems at me and was satisfied with my responses. Shaking our hands, he congratulated us on our purchase and bid us goodbye, driving off to his dealership.
Amy, Santo and I were now alone in our new luxury liner. I told Amy that there was one more thing to discuss. I told her that since we had pissed away so much money on ourselves, we should consider taking a equivalent amount of money and make some more donations to causes dear to our hearts.
"That's a wonderful idea. I want you to know that I was thinking about that, too, after we left Betty Ford and I jotted down some ideas. We can talk all about that later. Right now, I want you to pick me up and carry me across the threshold to our bed!"
Smiling broadly, I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I gently placed her down and kissed her. We cooed for a few minutes telling each other how much we loved each other when Santo growled at us. Looking over at him, I slapped the bed and he jumped up joining us in lots of kisses.
"All right, Mr. Harper. It's time to head for Los Angeles. We have some fish to fry!"
"On The Road Again, Just can't wait to get on the road again, The life I love is making music with my friends And I can't wait to get on the road again.
Thanks for your nice comments and encouragement to keep the story going. Please vote on how you like it. Any names and persons used in this story are purely coincidental, fictional, nonexistent and utterly intentional. Send your comments to oldhippie1949@gmail.com. Thank you. All lyrics copywritten and used as a tribute: "Rain On The Roof", John Sebastian. "Feels Like Rain", John Hiatt., "On The Road Again", Willie Nelson. copyright2017 The Ol' Hippie