Roller Coaster Ride Ch. 16

Literotic asexstories – Roller Coaster Ride Ch. 16 by Rewind64,Rewind64
If you’re new to this series, start with Chapter 1, where I explain that the fantasy characters in this fantasy are mostly immoral or amoral, and that applies to the two MCs, Tim and Katy. If that’s not your thing, move right along. No sex among under 18 fantasy characters either.

Sunday, April 17

After sleeping in until 8:30, I eat breakfast and call Peter Lowry at nine. He’s happy to hear from me; we chat, and then I tell him about the upcoming performance at San Marcos. “I’m going to reserve a room at the Embassy Suites; would you like me to reserve one for you and Paula?” Of course he does!

Without further ado I tell him I want to further explore Katy’s need to be controlled. He asks for more details and examples, which I provide, and he tells me this is a complicated situation; he wants to think about it, consult with a colleague who is still practicing while he jets around doing admin work, and he will get back to me soon.

I ask how Paula is doing, he says the morning sickness is still there, but she’s all aglow. I tell him to give her my best wishes; he laughs, “I’ll tell her you send your love, okay?” I affirm, and we hang up.

Grampa calls, asks if it is all right if they take the boys to church and then out to eat with their friends and their granddaughters. I tell him of course, and he says to call when I want them to bring the boys home.

I place a Facetime call to the delectable Brooke, who squeals with joy when she answers. “You look positively gorgeous this Sunday morning; no late night college orgy to attend?”

She cocks her head, and breathily tells me in her sexy, deeper voice, “I have this stud that has ruined me; an orgy just doesn’t do it for me anymore, unless it’s with him!”

I tell her “Flatterer” and she replies just as sexily “Who said it is you?”

“Because no one else on earth can fuck you until you don’t want anymore, you little minx.”

She laughs, and asks if this was a phone-sex call, while showing me her whole body, encased in a skimpy romper. “If you keep showing me that body it will turn into one, but I actually have a serious purpose for the call, if I can ever stop flirting with you, and you stop teasing me.”

She focuses the phone on her pretty face, gets a semi-serious look and tells me to proceed. I share my hare-brained scheme with her, she squeals with delight again, and quickly accepts. We talk about what all that entails, the ground rules, and negotiate terms. After the negotiation she turns the camera back to her luscious body, pulls the top down so those delectable tits are shown close up, and orders me to show her my wonderful weapon. I pull out my well-used cock, which is swelling at the close-up of those pink nipples I love to suck.

She coos with lust, and says okay, she can take care of herself now that she has a refresher burned in her brain. I laugh at her and hang up before…

Their manager, Andrew, is my next call. I ask if they are in the car with him; he tells me no, they’re following – he’s with Elliot and Chad. “Before you cut any deals today, let me tell you what you need to include. I want a ‘chaperone’ for the dancers; someone of my choosing, but she will be paid by the tour.” He quickly agrees “And,” I inform him, “there will be a security guard with them when they travel, before shows, while they are on stage, etc. This person will be well trained, lethal, and completely trustworthy. I have someone in mind if you don’t have anyone.”

He agrees to these condition, and tells me to have my person contact him to set up the pay. “Andrew, one more thing…we need to be on the same page with this, and you need to be committed to ensuring it happens. There will be NO DRUGGING AND RAPING OF THE DANCERS! If anything untoward happens, the tour will be over, and your career will be over because TMZ will have a video of you hosting a gangbang of one of your female clients, who has been drugged. Are we on the same page here?” I ask with a tone that would cut steel.

There is a pause and he replies, “We are. And you don’t need to threaten me. I’m so ashamed of what I did, what I let happen, that I’ve lost 30 pounds and I’m constantly miserable. I know you and Katy will never forgive me, but I will protect her and the others with my life!”

“Words are cheap, Andrew, but I think you’re being honest. I just want to see you overcome the temptations all men feel when confronted with those dancing demons that are angels, and make sure nothing happens to them that they don’t want to happen. If you can do that, maybe Katy will forgive you…or maybe not. Negotiate these changes, tell her what you just told me, and take care of them like they’re your daughters. Do those things and I’ll intervene on your behalf. I’m told by someone who knows that they have a future in the business, and I hope you can be the guy who guides them, despite the rocky start.”

Feeling very good about my morning To Do list, I drive to my favorite Mexican food café and take a seat at my favorite table in the far corner so I can be waited on by my favorite waitress, the lovely Juanita, who, like many with her name, goes by Chita. She seems delighted to see me and tells me so; she asks where my family is and I tell her in a whiny voice that they’re out roaming around, so I’m all alone.

She apprises me with a cocked head and says, “If you’re alone it is by your own choice, I have no sympathy for your loneliness. Now, what do you want?” I cock my eyebrow and she giggles “To eat; what do you want to eat?” I cock my eyebrow again, and she turns red.

“Look at the menu, Coach Kelly, and tell me what you want to order.” I look her up and down, slowly and meaningfully, and say “I want the Chita buffet; the whole thing.”

She shakes her head, says, “I’ll bring your regular combo, with tea”, and walks away.

No one is close to me, so I felt free to flirt, but when I look around, I see a sandy blonde with big blue eyes surreptitiously watching me. I subtly wave to my favorite cowgirl, and watch her blush and quickly look away.

After checking out my favorite sports sites, my meal arrives, delivered with a flourish by the irrepressible Chita. She keeps my tea glass full, brings fresh tortillas, smiles happily, and earns the big tip I plan to leave her.

My phone dings as I get in my Suburban and I have a text from Britt “What are you up to? We suddenly have a chaperone and security guard of your choosing traveling with us from now on! And our manager is paying for it from his cut! Seriously, Tim, WTF?”

“Just taking care of my favorite girls. (smiley face emoji)” She sends back a string of hearts, with Angie and Bree’s names tagged. I reply with an equal number of hearts and flowers, and prepare to start my truck. Just as I do, Sandy and her family come outside. He and the kids go to the truck pulling the big horse trailer. She waves as they pull away going east, and walks to her car, which just happens to be beside mine. I roll the window down and greet her. She looks startled, turns to face me, turns red, and stands there frozen in her tracks.

“Hey, I’m not the bogey man! It’s just me, your old buddy from the high school. What’s going on this fine Sunday afternoon?” She steps a little closer, and words come gushing out “We ate lunch and now they are going to a youth playday but I have work to do so I’m not.”

“Cool” I reply calmly “So, you’re free for the afternoon! What should we go do together?”

“I..we…I have to work!” she blurts out. “Come over here and sit down” I suggest, and point to the passenger seat. She walks nervously around the car and gets in. “I really need to go; I have so much to do.”

I learn toward her. “You look dazzling in your little blue dress, and I love those pretty legs. You are a beautiful woman, Sandy; it’s good to see you proving it to the world.” I reach across the console to pat and rub her bare leg above her knee. She blushes fiercely again, but doesn’t move my hand.

Emboldened, I move my hand up her leg while telling her I like the way the swell of her pretty breasts shows, and ask if Bobby likes that too. She says I was right; since she started dressing up he’s been a lot more attentive.

My hand begins to drag her dress higher, giving me a nice view of both legs “You do have lovely legs; so shapely and soft, Sandy. Do you like having them admired and caressed?”

She looks at me with surrender in her eyes and just says yes. I remove my hand, and start the car “Where are we going?” she asks with a degree of alarm. “Away from prying eyes,” I reply and drive off, making sure no one else is on the parking lot watching.

I ride out the highway, turn down a road that loops past the country club and golf course, and we carry on a friendly conversation as we ride along. She’s calmed down now, and is even a tiny bit flirty. I turn down a dirt road with only vacant houses, go over a hill, and stop.

“Sandy, you know how badly I want you. Do you really need to go work?”

She blanches, and finds resolve. “Yes, I do. I want you too, but I just can’t; not today, like this. Will you take me back?”

“Of course I will; I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to do.” With that, I start the car and drive her back to the restaurant.

Along the way she quietly says, “That’s the problem; you won’t do anything I don’t want you to, but there are a lot of things I want you to do.” I pull over after ensuring no one is coming, reach behind her head, pull her to me, and kiss her lovingly and passionately.

“Anytime, Sandy. Any time at all!” I promise, and resume our journey.

She ducks down as we pass the golf course, and I see Randy and several of his friends teeing off on the first hole. That gives me an idea, and after I drop Sandy off, I drive to Randy’s house.

Pretty Linda, his fiancée, tells me he isn’t at home, he’s playing golf, and she’s getting ready to leave for Houston. “Do you really have to leave right now?” I ask plaintively “I would like to get to know you better.”

She replies, “Well, not right now, but soon” and leads me into the house I know so well and have such ‘fond memories’ of. I walk behind her, checking her out, and she catches me when she opens the door and turns. She blushes prettily, and invites me inside. My, my, my, says the spider to the fly…

She takes a seat on the couch, on the cushion where Katy took three dicks, and gestures to the chair beside her; instead, I sit down on the center cushion of the couch beside her, and put my arm on the back so that my hand rests behind her head. “I find you very attractive, but you know that, don’t you, Linda? Such as pretty girl wearing such a pretty little dress that shows off her womanly assets so well. You really are a doll!”

There are conflicting emotions on her face: trepidation and curiosity. I slide closer, put my hand behind her head and pull her mouth to mine. Without protest, she kisses me, and opens her mouth when I probe with my tongue.

We make out for a few minutes until I’m sure she’s excited enough, and then I begin to rub her legs above her knee, moving her hem higher with each stroke. Still no protest; in fact, she’s now holding my head and rubbing my neck with her right hand. I take her left hand and place it on my cock, at the same time spreading her legs and rubbing her damp panties over her pussy. She moans in my mouth, squeezes my cock, and slides down with her legs spread wide so I have full access to her honey pot.

Grasping her little bikini panties with my right hand, I pull them down. As expected, she raises her hips to help me. I slide to the floor, kneeling between her spread legs, and kiss my way up her legs toward her pussy, which has the fragrance of flowers and soap. Grasping her butt I pull her to the edge of the couch, push a finger in her tight, inflamed cunt, and lick her lips with a flat tongue.

She gasps and grasps my head with both hands. I look up at her and ask, “Do you want me to eat your little pussy, Linda? If you do, take off your dress and bra.” She quickly complies, and I’m surprised by how big her tits look on her small frame. “You have a great body, Linda. I’m going to enjoy using it this afternoon” I say, watching her face.

She puts her hands back on my head, rubs my hair, and tries to pull me back to her needy cunt. “What do you want, Linda?” I ask, resisting her efforts. “I want you to do what you were doing” she replies quietly.

“And what was that? Tell me what you want me to do,” I command, while rubbing her labia lightly. Again quietly, she says, “Eat my pussy.”

“Do what? I didn’t hear you.” In frustration, she loudly exclaims, “Eat my pussy!”

“Okay, I’ll eat your sweet pussy as an appetizer, but then we’re going to get serious!” I return to torturing her with my tongue, keeping her right on the edge, but I won’t let her finish. “Please!” she cries.

“Please what, Linda? What do you want?” “Please make me cum! My cunny is on fire!”

Instead, I stand up and tell her to undress me. She does, hurriedly, and I lie down on the couch, “69” I tell her. Randy says she doesn’t like to give nearly as much as she likes to receive, but this is a two-way street.

“No cummy for your cunny if you don’t suck some dick!” I warn her. She quickly straddles my head, and lowers her sopping cunt to my mouth. I tongue fuck her, and she gives a quiet cry before beginning to lap my cock. I’ve got her teetering on the brink, but won’t let her finish, and she begs me to make her cum: “Not until you stop playing with my cock and suck the damn thing into that pretty mouth”.

Taking my warning to heart, she starts working on getting it into her mouth, licking around the head, and tonguing the slit. I force her head down with my hand until she gags, let her breathe, then rinse and repeat several times. When she has the hang of it and is doing it right, I attack her clit, licking and then sucking it into my mouth and tonguing it. She explodes, flooding my face and the couch, and cries out loudly.

Randy’s is wrong; she does like to suck cock, and she proves it by sliding to the floor to get her sensitive nether region away from my sucking mouth and thrusting fingers, and gobbles my cock voraciously. Shit, Randy, you must not taste good or something, because she’s an enthusiastic, if not accomplished, cocksucker. I tell her that I’m pleased with her effort and attitude, but I want more.

I push her off my cock, stand up, and tell her “Lie down, Linda; you’re about to get the fucking of her young life!” She eagerly takes my place on the couch, drapes her left foot over the back of the couch and drops her other foot to the floor, spreading her legs widely and opening her pink, wet, pussy to me.

I eagerly push my big cock into her tiny little pussy, causing her to cry out and beg me to stop. I back off, but grasp her little ass with my big hands, reposition her hips, and keep fucking her gently until she starts meeting me halfway. Soon she is busy telling me how good it feels to be so full of cock, and how I’m touching places and things no one has. I pick up the pace, and she rises to the challenge.

I bring her to a second loud and trembling orgasm, and let her rest for a moment. I stand, lift her up, and deposit her on her knees, her ass facing me. I tongue her little butthole to lube it, insert a finger against her protestations, and then insert my cock back into her wet pussy. I fuck her hard and fast, like Randy fucked Katy that fateful Sunday morning, and probe her asshole just as he did. She responds like a bitch in heat, pushing back against the fingers and cock until she has another orgasm. Giving her no rest, I insert a second finger in her ass and keep plugging both holes; before long she cums again, so strongly she tries to collapse. I hold her up, scoop her juices and deposit them around my fingers to lube her better, and insert my cock in place of my fingers.

She screams and tries to get away, but she’s paying for the sins of her boyfriend/ fiancé, and I’m giving no quarter. I do reach around and start frigging her clip and slapping her tits, which distracts her from the pain of my big cock in her little butt. This is me taking her and marking her, not me trying to please her, so I keep fucking her ass, fingering her cunt, and mauling her tits until she cums again, and tries to collapse again.

“No resting on the job, you pretty little almost-married slut. Go get a wet washcloth and hurry back here!” She does as ordered, and I have her clean my cock well, then suck it. I sit down on the floor by the couch, in the same positon Randy was in when he fucked my Katy at the party, and pull her down on my cock.

She moans and groans “it hurts now, I’m so sore” she whines. I assure her we aren’t done, and thrust up into her brutally while fingering her asshole again. She whimpers for a little while, but soon she’s pressing down to take it all.

I stop, tell her to get up, lie down on the couch, and drape her leg over the back of the couch and on the coffee table. I climb between her legs and fuck her fast and hard; just before I cum I ask if she is on birth control yet. She tells me no, but she wants me to cum inside her, and do it now! I redouble my efforts, and flood her fertile womb with live sperm; she clutches me, wraps her legs around me, and screams out her pleasure.

After I let her up I pull her to me, suck her tits, tell her she’s a fine piece of ass, and promise I’m going to keep fucking her whenever I want, so be prepared. She hugs me, tells me she has never been fucked like that, and she’s mine whenever I want her. I pop her on the butt, tell her Houston isn’t getting any closer, and tell her to get a shower and get started.

She picks up her panties and puts them on, dons her dress without a bra, and tells me she is ready to go with a big smile.

“What, are you taking a cream pie home to your other boyfriend in Houston?” I ask. She blushes and blurts out “How did you know?”

“You love sex too much to go without all week. He’s married, isn’t he? She looks around, then glares at me defiantly “Yes, so what? It’s just for the sex!”

“Randy better keep you barefoot and pregnant, because I’m willing to bet you will always have some cock on the side, just like Randy will always want to have some cunt on the side. Your two are a good pairing. I assume you two are planning an open marriage.”

She replies somewhat angrily, but with a reflective look “No, of course not. When we get married I won’t fool around!”

I laugh out loud at that, and tell her to come here. She walks over by me, I pull her panties down and tell her to get on her knees; I’m going to fuck her again. She climbs on the couch, raises her dress, and looks over her shoulder at me. I tell her, “Point made. You will fuck around on your husband, because you fuck around on your fiancé. I don’t give a fuck, but you two better have a serious talk before you tie the knot, or you will quickly join that 50% of marriages that don’t last.”

She turns and sits down “So, you aren’t going to fuck me again before I leave?”

“Beg me and I might. You’re a good piece of ass; I’m not sure I can turn you down if you beg, but Sancho is going to be left hanging in Houston.

“Sancho doesn’t have a foot-long cock; he can wait. Please, please, please fuck me just once more and I’ll go!” I do, and she screams out her pleasure again. She’s a noisy little cunt. I make her blow me and swallow before she can leave. She actually purrs while she laps the last of my cum off my cock. She leaves; I go into the bathroom where Katy cleaned up, wipe my cock on the face towel, then clean it with water, and leave.

I get the boys and take them home to play in the yard on this beautiful afternoon. I got a text from Katy somewhere in all that happened this afternoon. “Thank U” was all it said.

We play until ‘Mommy, Mommy!’ gets home; I’ve cooked burgers on the grill, and have sweet sourdough buns and all the fixings ready in the kitchen. Katy and her sons play outside, and I watch them. I should feel guilty, but I just feel smug: Randy has nothing on me now!

Katy is ravishing in a navy jumpsuit, and my cock stirs as I watch her in the fading light. Maybe Paula and Peter are right; she’s a beautiful, sensual woman with powerful needs she has trouble controlling, and I need to work harder at keeping her satisfied. She’s been cut off for two weeks, so whoever gets her next is going to get an amazing fucking.

After we’ve eaten and she puts the kids to bed she comes into the office where I’m working on another research paper. “Thank you for what you did. I don’t know who you have in mind for those jobs, but I know you arranged that with me in mind.”

“The chaperone is someone tough enough to handle you at your worst; someone I trust implicitly. The security guard is a former Special Forces operator with mad skills. He has three daughters, and he will protect you and the other girls like the secret service protects the president. I’m glad Andrew is paying; he owes you!”

With a very serious expression she asks, “So, what does that mean for us?”

“It means I’m going to give you some rope, but there will be hands on it when mine aren’t. You see, you’ve taught me a lot in these past few months: a lot about myself. Regardless of what you do, I can’t help loving you; it’s in my genes, apparently. However, I can and will live without you if I must; I WILL NOT BE A CUCK for anyone, so you need to take your therapy seriously, and I’ll take mine seriously.”

“Yours?” she asks. “Yes, Peter is my counselor now,” I inform her. “He understands things I don’t about the human psyche, and I trust him. Not alone with you, but to guide and counsel me.”

“I’m surprised; I didn’t know you felt you needed counseling, just me. And why Peter?” she asks. “Because he’s married to a highly sexed, gorgeous woman too, and he’s found a way to make it work. I want to do that, but not as a cuck.

‘Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord’ is not a verse I subscribe to. I WILL fuck the spouse of everyone you’ve fucked and/or sucked, or get retribution in some other way. You do NOT get to fuck 31 men without consequences. Is that fair? Hell, I don’t know or care; it is what it is – take it or leave it.”

“So, how many more to go? I’m not sure I can take you fucking women any more than you can take me fucking men!” Katy states coldly.

“Then you move out and move on. I’ll tell you when I’m even; until then, you best avoid coitus or fellatio or cunnilingus with anyone, because it’s an eye for an eye, or maybe two eyes and an ear for an eye. Are we clear?”

“Okay, I know I deserve it, but it doesn’t make it any easier!”

“So, you think this has been easy for me?” I ask incredulously. She averts her eyes and says she knows it isn’t, and now she knows just how unpleasant.

“I know about Jennie and Connie, so payback for those two bastards, fine. Anyone else?” she inquires. “As a matter of fact, I just got through with Linda, Randy’s fiancée. I still owe him two more for the three times he had you without me, but she says anytime I want to collect she’s ready, so I consider the first installment on that debt paid.”

The shocked look on her face is followed by “Really? Linda? I thought Randy was your friend!”

“He was my friend when he came over that day, and when he went to the dance with us, even when we shared you that night. He stopped being my friend the next morning downstairs, and in the PE office, and during the Cowboys game. No, he pays in full!

“You said ‘Linda?’ like you didn’t think she would do that with me. Let me explain something, Katy: you and I both know you can have any man or woman, you want; what you haven’t accepted is that I can have any woman I want just as easily. I used every orifice in her body, and she still begged for more before she left. Randy and Linda are a great match; neither can trust the other, kind of like another couple I know.”

“So this is my new reality; I sleep alone each night, and you fuck whomever you want until you think we’re even?” she asks with melancholy and pain in her voice.

“The second half of that statement is true, but you can move back into my bed whenever you want. You’ve handled yourself impeccably since that unfortunate night with your young cowboy; you’ve earned back the right to sleep wherever you want. That sounds harsh, but that’s your new reality.”

She cut her green eyes at me “I’m not feeling too sexy toward you, Trinke; you’re treating me like trash.”

“Am I? There have to be consequences for your actions, or I can’t live with you. Again, you can’t cuck me and expect nothing but love in return; I’m not that guy.”

“Okay, I get it, I get it! Can I move back in tonight?” she asks. “Of course. But don’t expect sex. Linda and Jennie wore me out; I couldn’t possibly get it up again” I say challengingly. She smiles evilly and rubs her hands together like silent movie villain: “We’ll see about that, Trinke!”

I showered and climbed into bed; I was harassing her, but, seriously, my cock is tired and my balls are drained. Or so I thought, until she walks in wearing the red and white negligee with white thigh highs, steps up on the bed, and stands over me, hands on hips. “What’s that?” she queries, “I thought you were too tired to get it up?”

“You’re cheating!” I respond, while hiding my rising cock. “No, cheating would be if I danced wearing this stripper gear” and she started swaying to unheard music. I held out for a while, but when she danced right above my face, and lowered herself like she was giving me a lap dance on my face, I ran my hands up those lovely stockinged legs, made her bend her knees further, and pulled her down on my face. The moan she let out when my tongue penetrated her and my mouth sucked her labia could easily have awakened the children… next door.

An hour later, she’s curled in my arms, nuzzling my neck, her bare leg over mine, and her little pussy leaking cum on my upper thigh. “For someone who ‘couldn’t possibly get it up again’, you did good, Trinke!” And she went to sleep.

Monday, April 18 – Sunday, April 24

Monday and Tuesday are my only days at school this week. Tennis qualified both boys and girls doubles teams to regional in Corpus Christi, as well as a girl’s singles player. Tennis is Wednesday and Thursday; Friday and Saturday is regional track in Kingsville, so I’ll be there the rest of the week.

I arrange for Katy’s parents to take care of the boys Thursday until Sunday, and get a ride for Katy with the track coach’s wife. I spring that on her after school, get a delighted hug in return, and she starts worrying about having something new to wear to the track meet, when we eat out, and if we maybe go somewhere. I assure her she has two team tee shirts waiting in the office, and they go well with blue jeans, tights, or shorts, of which she has plenty. We will go out to eat, but at Kings Inn on the Baffin Bay, where shorts are considered formal wear.

In spite of my admonitions, she runs to Joyce’s to get something ‘cute to wear’. I pick up our sons and go home to play with them. I won’t have much time with them this week, and I’m leveraging it. Hot dogs aren’t exactly nutritious, but I buy good ones, grill them carefully, and add a garden salad and fresh fruit to each plate when Mom gets home with a couple of bags of clothes. I shake my head, but when she models ‘this precious little sundress and white sandals to wear out to eat’, I consider it money well spent.

She comes out of the bathroom wearing red satin pajamas tonight, and she still looks sexy as hell. I’m stronger tonight, so we aren’t resting and cuddling until over an hour and a half later.

Tuesday after school I pack and load my bags, kiss my family goodbye, and head for Corpus. The team is staying at an old hotel on the beach that has been recently remodeled. It has a game room, an indoor swimming pool, and a decent restaurant. The tennis team is thrilled to see me when I arrive, and they thank me for coming to support them; their pretty young coach beams. Off to the side I see Donna; her daughter is on the number 1 doubles team, which is hoping to make it to state. I ask coach where they are eating tonight, and she says, “Whataburger – we’re in Corpus, home of the original!” I laugh, and demur: “Corpus to me means seafood, not burgers, but y’all have fun.

I turn to the parents and ask if anyone else wants seafood; seven of them do, including Donna. I invite them to pile into my Suburban, but we end up with two cars with four each. I lead them to a place at the harbor, get a table for eight, and ask if anyone wants an adult beverage while we wait; only 7 of 7 do, so I make 8 of 8. I sip my beer while we wait at the bar, and everyone else has margaritas. They are legit ‘Ritas, not watered down lime juice, so spirits are high when we’re seated and they have their second drinks. I’m still sipping the same beer, but no one knows that. The couples all paired up when we sat down around the table, so Donna ended up by me. She had been cautiously watching me all night, but now she looks terrified to be next to me. I’m cool as a cucumber: no flirting, only straightforward conversation.

The food is delicious, and the third round of drinks makes the conversation even more stimulating. They are fired up and hopeful about the tournament, and happy to be in Region 4, in Corpus. I hold up my end of the conversation, but some of the ladies are getting a bit silly with the potent Tequila drinks. One husband, also pretty jolly, starts singing ‘Tequila Makes her Clothes Fall Off’ in reference to his wife, who has dropped an earring. Everyone on that end of the table is distracted as they search; I lean toward my dinner companion and quietly ask “Does Tequila make your clothes fall off, Donna?” She blushes scarlet, pokes me on the leg, and gives me a dirty look. I move the tablecloth so that her lovely legs are exposed below her modest dress, which has ridden up. I wink at her, and she turns redder.

The earring is found, we all decide we better get back to the motel before anyone loses something less modest; we pay and leave. When Donna gets in her dress rides up high on her thigh, but she seems oblivious. The five-minute trip back is full of laughter, and then we all head to the elevators. I ride up with Donna and another couple, but they get off on 5, and we continue to 6th. “My room or yours” I ask pleasantly; Donna looks at me to see if I’m kidding, and says, “I’m going to my room.” “Cool” I answer, and follow her. When we get to her door she opens it, steps inside and looks wide eyed as I follow her in.

I’m just teasing her, trying to make her turn red again, but she pushes the door closed, grabs me, and kisses me. Ho boy! What have I started? I have no grudge with her hubby, at least none I know of, so this wouldn’t be payback of some kind; this would be cheating. Still, this Nordic babe is hot to handle, and I’m not sure I have a choice in the matter.

She turns me loose, steps back, unzips her dress and lifts it over her head, displaying her mature model’s body, with matching bra and panties. She lifts my shirt and kisses my hairy, muscular chest, then each nipple. I unhook her bra and return the favor, nipping each nipple gently and then sucking. My hands drop to that fine ass I played with at the Gala, and she presses against me just as she did then. But this time she drops to her knees, unzips my pants, extracts my swelling cock, licks the head, and pushes it past her pouty lips into her mouth. I inhale deeply. ‘For a fun flirt, this has gone nuclear in a hurry’, I think.

I feel those blue eyes staring at me before I look down and see them, set in that classically beautiful face. “Are you sure, Donna?”

She pulls my cock out, and explains, “I’ve dreamed of this every day since the Gala; please make my fantasies come true.” I pull her head back onto my cock and try to rationalize what I’m doing. Finally I decide this is payback for Katy have oral sex the random cowboy, or someone.

“Unless your fantasy ends with a mouthful of cum, you need to stop right now,” I warn her.

She stands up, leads me to the wall by the bed drops her panties, leans against the wall with her legs spread wide and tells me “Fuck me now like you threatened to do in that room!” I drop trou, rub my cock against her wetness, and push it deep into the wetness. She groans “Ohmygod! You’re huge! Go slow!” I do as directed, playing with her small boobies as I begin to fuck her harder and harder. When I pull on her nipples and drive my cock deep inside her, she orgasms, almost choking on the sounds she’s making.

“Well, that was easy enough. What else did we do in your fantasies? Were your kneeling down, and I was fucking you like a bitch in heat?” I ask callously. She responds quietly “Yes, like that…” “Then kneel down, my elegant blonde slut wife.” She assumes the position, choice ass high in the air “Do I fuck your pussy or asshole, or both? They both look very inviting.” “In my fantasy you did both, but the reality of your dick terrifies my little butthole. Please fuck my pussy!”

I rub my cock in her wetness again, and push it inside, but I gather her juices on my fingers and insert them in that pristine butthole. She starts mumbling into the pillow she’s laid her head on; I use my free hand to swat her lush butt hard. She raises her head and cries “Ouch!” I swat her again, leaving a handprint, and she cries ouch again. The third time, however, she moans and starts fucking me like a woman possessed. Dick deep in her cunt, fingers deep in her bowels, hand punishing her butt cheek and, alternately, her titties, we go at it for 8-10 minutes before she cums again. When she collapses on the bed I lie down beside her. “Okay, that is enough dirty, anonymous sex. Now you’re going to sit on my cock, kiss me, let me suck your pretty little titties, watch me with those beautiful blue eyes, and fuck me like you like me!”

We proceed with my plan, and it turns out she likes me a lot and I like her a lot. We climax together, lips locked in a passionate kiss, and then she talks sweet to me. When she dozes off I slip out, check the hall, and hurry over to my room.

Katy hasn’t called yet, so I call her, and we talk for an hour about topics of her choosing, with me feeling guilty the whole time. I’m getting a dose of how see feels when she cheats and covers it up; it doesn’t taste good. Maybe she really did mean it when she said she just didn’t want to hurt me, it was just sex; that’s my excuse tonight.

I don’t sleep very well.

Wednesday and Thursday, April 20/21

The kids compete really well, and all advance to the finals except the second boy’s doubles team. We’re going to have a girl’s doubles team at state, regardless, but there are playbacks for the losers if they haven’t played the winner of the third place matches, so only one team is guaranteed a spot at state. To my shock, the boys win their match, the number 1 girls win theirs, and the second team wins the playback. We’re celebrating madly when the girl’s singles player wins her playback, and we have 7 kids going to state! That is a school record by about five kids, and that includes everyone that has ever gone to state from our school!

I take the whole team out to Doc’s on the Bay, and buy them a seafood meal on the school credit card. That is a little over budget, but I’ll find the money to pay for it. Hell, if the track team does this well I’m taking the whole team to Kings Inn, and we’ll have to do a budget amendment, or beg the booster club for a transfusion of cash! Regardless, this is a high-class problem to have.

Donna has stayed away from me since Tuesday night and I’ve kept my distance, but I make it a point to hug and congratulate her like I do the other parents. She might have clung a second too long, but no one seems to have noticed. When she breathes “thank you” into my ear as we part, I nod, wink, and whisper “so glad to help.”

They all head north on 77; I move to the hotel in Kingsville where the track teams will be staying. There’s time to go for a run, workout in the little gym, and go out to the cool pool for a swim before the team and my wife get there. There are a dozen or so young ladies already staying there, and they titter about me when I walk up and dive in. I swim two dozen laps in the empty pool, climb out, and lie down on a lounger opposite the cuties. My eyes are closed when I feel hands over my eyes and hear “Guess who”. I start to tease her by naming other women, but I don’t know who is with her so I just say “The most beautiful girl in the world?”

“Good answer, Trinke” coach Tate’s wife answers, and Katy laughs. “Where did the Trinke thing come from?” I ask Katy. She says “Liv Tyler”, and giggles. I still don’t get it, but she and Carolyn Tate do, so I let them laugh.

“Can I carry your luggage in? Or did you have to hire Two Men with a Truck to get your stuff here?” I tease.

“it’s already in the room!” she answers indignantly, and Carolyn laughs. “All three bags of it, you know, just in case.”

I roll my eyes, they laugh again, and Carolyn teases, “What are you trying to do out here like this? Get all these young girls hot and flustered?” “Hey, I’ve been swimming. I’m just another old guy to these young things!”

“Really? So take a look across the pool when you stand up.” I stand, and the tittering starts again. Hell, maybe I do still have it! I follow the adult women, who both look pretty good from behind.

“Are you scoping us out?” asks Carolyn. “I feel eyes on my ass, you dirty young man!” I break out laughing, wondering how it is I didn’t know what a cool woman she is. “The team will be here in 12 minutes, per my GPS tracker on my husband. Our beefcake AD needs to be properly dressed so as to not stress our female athletes, Katy. Can you help him with that?” ask Carolyn.

“Not in 12 minutes” replies Katy, and they laugh.

Katy and Carolyn are both wearing fitted shorts sets that look really, really nice on them. Carolyn is at least 5’9″ tall, athletic and lanky, so a long expanse of leg shows below the short shorts, and Katy…looks like Katy always looks – delectable. “You two might need to change clothes too. Those shorts…might stress our male athletes and coaches,” I advise them. They both laugh again, and shake their butts at me.

In the room I give Katy the welcome she deserves, at least kiss-wise, get a shower, and get dressed. We will eat, have a team meeting, and then early bedtimes so everyone is fresh in the morning. A dining room is reserved at the restaurant; we’re treated royally by the staff.

Our kids are excited and confident, ready for the meet, so our talk with them is just going over the need to pace themselves tomorrow. The meet lasts a long, long time, so you can’t get excited early and maintain it all day. We bring out that the prelims are qualifying heats; the goal is to qualify for the finals. No medals will be awarded, we don’t need personal bests, unless that’s what it takes to qualify; what we need is ‘finish in the top 8’. I go over the relays, reminding them that we will be using our safe handoffs in the prelims, but will stretch them out in the finals.

Good talk, everyone listened and is focused, so we give them an hours to enjoy before we get ready for bed; lights out at 10!

Katy and Carolyn wait quietly in the back as Don, the head girls coach, Caryn Wilson, and I talk to the athletes. We remind them yet again that the rules are strictly enforced at regional and state, and discuss again how to approach running two track meets in two days. Confident and proud, the kids, almost all of them freshmen, sophomores, and juniors participating in their first or second regional, are excited, yet calm; they know what they can do, and they are ready to do it.

When the kids are released, Don goes to the busses to check for possessions left on there; I escort the women back to our rooms, which are adjoining. “We’re kind of crushing on you two, Trinke, after listening to that pep talk,” says Carolyn, and finally I understand the pop reference. I do my best Ben Affleck, which is bad, and they ridicule me relentlessly as we near the rooms.

It’s nice that Katy has a new friend; I’m impressed with her husband as a track coach, and I like his work in the strength and conditioning program, but he hasn’t proven to be the kind of open-minded football coach I need. This could get tricky; I decide to have a heart to heart with him when we get back to get a better reading.

Friday, April 22

We are off to a great start in the field events, with every athlete having made a distance or cleared a height that will qualify. Our shot putter is in a battle with a mountain of a kid from Sinton, and Cuero has exceptional athletes in the long jump, triple jump, and high jump. Our pole vaulter looks like he will medal, so all in all we’re in good shape going into the running events.

I had set up a big sun shade in the bleachers for my wife and Carolyn to get out of the south Texas sun, which is already brutal in April, and it is filled with fans cheering our kids. Off to the side I see our police chief sitting with a couple of other law enforcement types; his son is on the sprint relay and runs the 200, and he’s a big sports fan, so that isn’t a surprise.

As I survey the stands I see a couple of cowboys wearing jeans and straw hats; they look familiar, but I can’t see them well enough to place them.

We win our heat in the sprint relay, place 2nd and 4th in the 800, and grab second in the highs. The 100 is close from the start to finish in both heats, so we wait anxiously for the finals placings. I think we’re in 2nd or 3rd and 5th or 6th, but it’s too close to call until they announce; 3 & 5. That’s fine, because we didn’t push the start at all; getting DQ’d is not what we want.

The 4×200 relay is 2nd in the heat, with two alternates running to save some of the guys in multiple events for tomorrow, and the same situation and same place with the 4×400 relay. Our tight end wins his heat in the 300 hurdles, we place 2 & 4 in the 200, and our miler is 5th on cruise control. We look like strong contenders for the region championship, but Cuero is loaded with seniors, including a UT football signee, and they are the favorites.

Coach Tate and Coach Vickie Miller, the head boys and girls coaches, and their assistants, are taking the kids to eat and to a movie before they get ready for bed. Carolyn is going with her husband, so I call Kings Inn to check on the wait, which is an abnormally quick fifteen minutes: “We added extra staff for the regional track meet” she tell me proudly.

We quickly shower and change into shorts and polo for me, a modest sundress for her, “But not my new one – I’m saving it” she explains.

There are a lot of other couples from our town and area there, so Katy and I have a grand time with the family style meal and happy, excited, and optimistic conversation. Many compliments are exchanged, with me thanking them for being good parents who are raising good kids, them complementing me about the wonderful ‘offseason’ program and the excellent coaching the kids are getting in track.

Katy gets her share of gushing compliments from parents who have or had kids in her classes, and she is gracious in acceptance.

After the nice meal and companionship, I take her to a nearby park on Baffin Bay with a nice pier and great walking trails. The sun is setting and a light breeze is blowing in off the gulf. We both have slight sunburns in spite of our efforts to avoid them, making the breeze seem cool. We detour by the car to don light windbreakers on our walk.

It’s an idyllic setting, and we walk until it is fully dark, then turn back and walk out on the pier before returning to the car. This is one of the best saltwater fishing areas in the state, and there are boats all lit up heading to the east to the best fishing grounds. The two fishermen on the pier are leaving when we walk out; they had a good but not great day, and are hurrying home with their catch.

We lounge on the pier with my wife snuggled against me on the downwind side, and carry on a casual conversation. It’s pleasant and relaxing, but like all of our time together lately, something is missing. Our bound-at-the-hip closeness doesn’t overcome the distance I sense. It seems we’re both withholding something from our relationship. I know I am; I’m afraid to give her my heart, because I don’t trust her. I think she may feel the same way, for more complicated reasons, but knowing I’ve pledged to ‘get even’ can’t be helping. I need to talk to Peter and find out what his friend/consultant thinks; I’m not sure how, or even if, I want to reestablish the entwined-souls closeness we had before the shit hit the fan in December.

She’s chilly, so we drive back. She wears a cute baby doll nightgown, and halfheartedly offers sex, but I can tell she’s not really into it so I just cuddle her, and we fall asleep.

Saturday, April 23

Our fans are out in force for the finals, and I learn that Clarence put together a ‘fan bus to regional’ that left early this morning full of kids and adults. He’s here too, as is the high school principal and most of the board members.

We come out of the field events just behind Cuero, but we have a lot of PBs (personal bests) so we can only be happy. Our shot putter ended up second, behind the man-mountain from Sinton; he’s a sophomore who just threw 53′! Our sophomore was 6″ behind, and Ingleside’s kid was 2 inches behind him. When they announced the results I was helping the girls’ relay stretch their marks and didn’t catch all of Mountain’s name, but it sounded familiar.

Our relay teams practice taking handoffs at full speed, because the competition is so strong we need every inch and micro-second to have a chance to medal. That’s a hit-or-miss strategy that pays off in the 4×100 as our girls win by a stride, and, for the boys, we get four clean passes to jump ahead a little at each exchange, and our young anchor holds off Cuero’s star to win by inches!

Our fans go wild, and we’ve got more fans than anyone, so it’s loud. I look in the bleachers at Katy and Carolyn, and they are hopping around and hugging people. Katy looks scrumptious with her white shorts and team tee shirt.

I turn around and then glance back while I walk toward our camp on the other side, just outside the track. I notice the same two cowboys making their way down toward Katy and Carolyn, but think nothing of it; they probably want to squeeze into the shade, as hot as it has to be in those jeans and boots.

Coach has the 100-meter sprinters and the high hurdlers warming up, so I find a cool spot in the shade and watch idly as the 800-meter dash for girls goes on; we don’t have anyone in it, but we have a contender in the boy’s race, which is next. Surveying the stands again I notice that Katy and Carolyn are turned around talking to the cowboys, who are sitting directly behind them. No surprise there; who wouldn’t want to sit behind them with their short shorts; but something seems off.

I borrow Coach Miller’s little binoculars and take a closer look; the cowboys’ faces are obscured by the cover, but Carolyn looks mystified and Katy looks upset. I give her the glasses back and wander around to find a vantage on that side, where the 100 and high hurdles will take place. I ultimately climb into the bleachers, and watch the girls win first and third in the hurdles, and the boys take second and third, behind Cuero. The 100 meters are battles, but our girls and boys both win 2nd and 4th.

I go back to the fence to encourage the 2×200 relay members. The girls are bouncing with excitement, and the boys just finished their warmup and checked in at the staging area.

We are in jeopardy in both these events as we have the third best times, and only the top two go to state. I’m worried, but the kids are confident, and they prove their confidence is warranted when they win both events! Now I’m jumping around, and run around to the camp to greet them when they arrive for a mini-celebration, before reminding them we have a lot work more to do! By my count the girls just moved into first place, and the boys closed the gap on Cuero, which finished fourth after a bad exchange.

‘No rest for the weary’ they say, and our female and male 400-meter runners just finished the relay, so they don’t need to warm up much more. Again, they represent with PBs, finishing second in both races. The girls increase their lead while the boys pick up six more points in their battle with the Gobblers, whose runner finished 6th.

Our big, tall, fast tight end that colleges like, even as a sophomore, burns off in the 300 hurdles, winning in another PB. Our female hurdler, a basketball star, competes well but finishes 4th. Our 200 girl is super-fast, and she proves it, winning by a whopping two-tenths of a second. Our boys finish second and third behind Cuero’s star, but we actually make up four points.

We are now in striking distance, and I’m confident in our freshman miler, whose confidence borders on conceit. We don’t have a girl in the event, so I take a break to look around. The cowboys are gone, and Katy leaves the bleachers, I assume to go to the restroom under the stands. I need to go too, so I head that way to talk to her before the next race.

I see her walk down the stairs, under the bleachers, and out the other side; that’s odd, so I follow. When I get to the other end I hear her voice, look around the corner, and see her talking to the cowboys: Bud and Frank! WTF?

“You two need to leave me alone! Carolyn is picking up on your innuendo, and, one of the parents sitting below me asked who you are when you left, in a very suspicious way!”

“Come on, sweetie” says Bud “We have time for a quickie before your husband gets through; we’re in my Mega cab that you enjoy so much! You can say you watched from the curve, where they can’t see you. Or, you can just go with us and we’ll take you back to your cuck husband after we get through celebrating Frank’s son beating your husband’s shot putter.”

“Bud, you two are going to destroy my marriage; please leave, and leave me alone!” Katy implores. Frank takes her by the arm and tugs her toward the parking lot; she breaks away and says, “I told him the truth about Christmas Eve, so you can’t hold that over me anymore; go away!”

Bud laughs, “I doubt you told him about the motel outside your little town though, so I think we have something we can hold over you!” “Damn it, you can’t blackmail me into sex again! I’m not going to go anywhere with you!”

I need to pee and get back to the races, so I call police chief Davis and tell him two men seem to be bothering Katy just south of the bleachers, and ask him to intervene since I’m tied up. He says he will be right there, with reinforcements, and tells me to get back to the kids. I hit the head, run back to the track, and watch the 1600 as our freshman plays cat and mouse with strong runners from Yoakum, LaFeria, and Cuero, but my mind is on my wife’s situation, and the conversation.

Shaking my head, I move to a better spot on the fence to yell support for our runner. With 200 meters to go all three start their kicks, only feet apart, and the race comes down the homestretch in a dead heat. Our kid pulls away, raising his hands in triumph as he finishes just ahead of LaFeria, with Cuero third. Ten points for the good guys, six for the Gobblers equals +4 in the team point count.

That sets up the 4×400 relay as the deciding race for the boys. When they update the standings the girls are 8 points ahead and have a strong relay team taking the track; absent disaster they will win the meet. The boys are 3 points behind, so the relay champion wins the meet.

I get a text from Chief Davis with a thumb up, so I focus entirely on the races. The girls cruise to a first place finish and are Region 4 Champs! They celebrate on the track and then on the field as only girls can, and the squeals can be heard in Alice and Corpus Christi!

The boys run a smart, strategic race, and give our anchor a 2-yard lead. He gets passed on the curve by the Cuero and Yoakum legs, but forces them outside to do it. He stretches out his stride and pumps his arms like I’ve taught him on the backstretch, keeping them on the outside as they enter the final curve. He comes out a stride ahead, and fights off the challengers time after time on the home stretch, winning by inches on guts and conditioning!

We just won BOTH Regional Championships, and our myriad fans go bat-shit crazy! They’re even more insane when the medals are presented, and reach another level when we hoist the trophies!

Oh, crap: I’m on the hook for taking 40 kids and coaches to Kings Inn! I text Clarence in apology and he texts back “Don’t worry; we have it covered up here in the bleachers!”

I spot Katy beside Carolyn again, celebrating with the rest, and send a thank you emoji to the chief. After the celebration on the field the kids rejoice with their parents, friends, and fans around the stands, and I go up to take down the shade, watching them make merry. Chief Davis walks up with the law enforcement type I saw him with yesterday.

Small world: it’s the Nueces County Sheriff, who is grinning from ear to ear. I shake both hands, thank them profusely, and ask if there were any problems. The sheriff answers “No much of one. They bowed up, but Chief advised them of the peril they were in, so they skedaddled! I told him it was a shame you were tied up, because I’d have enjoyed watching you in action again. Those two wouldn’t be much of challenge for a man with your skills, but watching you give them a beating would have been fun!” he opined. “Chief, have I mentioned that your young coach is a certified bad-ass?”

“You might have, Sheriff Kirk, although I’m mostly pleased that he knows when to call in the cops rather than handle things himself,” answers Chief Davis. “Oh, and your wife did a great job, asking me who she needed to talk to in order to press charges for intimidation and attempted kidnapping. They burned out after that, muttering threats as they went!”

Chief Davis concluded, “I’d keep an eye out for them; they’re punks, but vindictive punks, in my opinion. If they figure you’ll kick their asses, the smaller one will use a gun on you!” I promise I will, and they help me disassemble and pack the sunshade. We part ways with another heartfelt ‘thank you’.

When I enter the melee below I get pats on the back and hugs from dozens, and learn the two track coaches are crediting my work with the relay teams for the championships. I demur, shift the credit back to them, and find my wife standing to the side beaming with pride. There is a haunted look on her face, but she is happy for me.

We treated the kids to the wonders of unlimited seafood at Kings Inn on the bay. We were surrounded by our fans, who had taken over the huge Inn. Our east-central Texas kids, and some of their parents, were in awe of the food and of the setting. Quite a few had to ask what many of the seafood offerings were, and most had never seen saltwater before. We were on the narrow end of a bay, but it was still amazing to them. I wished we could take them to Padre Island to let them see the Gulf, golden beaches, white capped waves and all. Something to plan for next year, I decide.

After the team meal we start north. Katy looks puzzled when I turn west on FM 624, and asks where we’re going. “I have a surprise for you; we’re spending the night at the ranch tonight, and going back tomorrow. I’ll get you there in time for your dance practice in Bastrop, and I’ll stay and watch. Is that okay?” She leans across the console and hugs me “You’re just full of surprises lately! That sounds great!” We ride aways chatting about the meet, and I finally broach the topic on my mind “So, Chief Davis and Sherriff Kirk told me you had a couple of ‘overly enthusiastic fans’ today, but you handled it well.”

Looking straight ahead she replies “Thanks to them! It was Bud and Frank…”

“Really! What were those jackasses doing at a track meet?”

“Frank’s son is the big shot putter from Sinton; he lives with his mom, who wouldn’t let them sit by her.”

“So, did they come sit with you?” I inquire.

“No, they came and sat behind me and embarrassed me with crude remarks and innuendos about me and Carolyn. She finally told them off, and they left. But then I got a text from Bud that told me I better get my cute butt downstairs and talk, or they would be back and this time they wouldn’t be so subtle.”

“No shit! So is that how your confrontation with them came down? Did you tell them I knew all about them being with you and they didn’t have anything to hold over you?” I respond.

“Yes, but they said maybe I did but they were pretty sure the other people in the bleachers didn’t, and they would enjoy ruing my reputation if I didn’t ‘come across’ for them” Katy explains.

“But you held out! That’s being strong, and I applaud you. I’ll need to figure out a way to disarm them. Did they say anything else I could use in plotting their castration? We can’t have them threatening us!”

A storm cloud passes across her face. “Tim, remember the day you had the radio interview? I had taken the kids to Mom and I was working on the choreography when I got a call from Bud. He told me they were in town, they had a motel room on the highway outside town and they wanted to see me. I told them not only no but hell no, and hung up!

“They sent me a picture of me having sex with Frank and said you would get it next if I wasn’t there in ten minutes. I called them back, cried, begged, and pleaded, but they just laughed and said the clock is running, so I went out there. I sucked and fucked them both, as quickly as I could; they said I was excused to go to my practice, but they would stop by every now and then ‘to give me the good fucking every slut needs’.

“I went home, showered, dressed for practice, and left with Joyce as soon as you got there. I don’t know how guilty I looked, but I felt like I had WHORE written across my forehead. You know what happened after practice, which proved I was a whore! I didn’t tell you because I don’t know how much more you could take before you’d leave and never come back!”

After several minutes of silence, I told her that I understand; they are bad men, and probably will have to be dealt with harshly. I drove in silence for the next ten minutes, watching a big black truck in my rear view mirror; it was still distant, but it had been there since we turned; what are the odds that is only coincidental?

We stopped at a convenience store to let her pee; I sent two texts, and we rode the rest of the way in conversation, but not a deep or troubling conversation. The outline of the truck remained in my mirrors.

When we arrived in my hometown I ran by the feed store and picked up the cubes and potash I had ordered and they had stacked on a pallet on the loading dock. We turned north on a FM road, and proceeded out to our ranch.

Katy asked where we were going and I told her with pride “To our new property. Mom and Dad divided the land among their three kids, and this is the place I wanted; it was my paternal grandfather’s first ranch. You’ve been there a few times, but not often. I always loved it because of the big tanks, the creek, and the isolation, but the isolation keeps us from going there as often. It’s only about a section – 640 acres – but I may be able to buy a half-section they sold off to a guy who is getting old and wants to get rid of it. I made him an offer, but he hasn’t responded.”

She was amazed and confused, but we talked it out; I explained I always wanted to have a Brush Country ranch for cattle and hunting, and we could afford the gift taxes, so here we are.

We drove down the dead-end dirt road, turned and drove straight through the cattle guards to the ‘camp house’ on the highest hill in the area, and went into the one-room camp house my grandparents built. I spent a lot of time here as a kid; it was just over 1200 square feet, not counting the screened porch extending across the southeast side, which is where the breeze normally comes from. There were four beds on the south end, a kitchen on the north with a big fireplace built into that wall, with a big dining table and a living area in between. A large bathroom and closet were on the west, which had only two small windows to reduce the heat in the afternoon. I had sent my sister the money to go buy a set of sheets and towels; she washed them, made the beds, and hung the fresh towels. She had sent me pictures, and I was fairly sure Katy would approve.

She’s intrigued by all this, but the camp house is a pretty crude dwelling in a desolate spot for my ‘town girl’ so she has considerable reservation about my plans for this place. The sun is setting, and the rough brush country gets prettier and prettier as the harsh sunlight fades.

I pull out a beer for myself, make her a strong drink, and invite her to ‘set for a spell and relax’ on the metal rocking chairs on the screened porch. The breeze is cooling us off, and after her second drink and my third beer she decides this place might have some potential, as a place to get away, hunt, and relax. She gives me a hug and says “I see why you like it out here, and why you wanted this place. It’s already growing on me.”

I shock her with a new proposal. “Want to go dancing? There is a little club not that far away that I think you would enjoy.” She jumps at the opportunity to finally wear her ‘precious little sundress’ and goes to the bathroom to clean up and get ready. I bring her bags of stuff inside, she closes the bathroom door, and I walk outside to make a phone call.

When we got to the Ruby Red Lounge the music was streaming through the door; a local band was playing a nice mix of country and pop, and Katy pulled me to the floor before our drinks came. We danced fast, then slow, and then fast, before going back to the table. Just as we sat down Susan walked in with a man I knew to be her bodyguard, but Katy assumed was her date.

She saw us, walked over, and asked if they would be imposing on us if they sat at our table. Katy assured them that would be great, and she started talking to Susan as if they were friends. Frenemies, maybe, based on the subtle intonations and looks, but still very civil to one another. The bodyguard sipped his beer and chatted with me. He had caught the drift, and was treating Susan as if this was a date, and she was going along with it.

The door opens again; low and behold, who enters but Bud and Frank! Who woulda thunk they would show up here? You don’t suppose that black truck following us was them, do you?

They get a beer and drift to our table “Well, ain’t this cozy!” say Bud. “What, y’all gonna do, swap partners here in a few minutes? Maybe Frank and I could join in, to make sure you two nymphos get enough cock.”

I’m about to answer when Susan says “From whom? Surely not you two tiny limp dicks!” She pointed at their crotches and laughed, and Katy laughed with her. Eddie and I grinned and pointed like she had.

Bud bowed up, cussed us loudly, told us we are going to pay for fucking with him, and reached toward me. Frank grabbed his arm, told him to calm down until later, and they walked away. Katy’s grin turn to a grimace, but Eddie the bodyguard and I keep her dancing and feed her enough drinks that she gets over the angst, and after a few more, she gets mad.

We are, in fact, swapping dance partners, and Susan makes sure she is pressed tightly against me when the double dummies can see but Katy can’t; Bud is fuming. Katy seems oblivious, as Eddie is being the perfect, flirty gentleman.

When the band takes a break, we chat among ourselves and with people who come up and start conversations. There are a lot of people there that know us, and even more who just want to talk to and dance with the pretty girls. Eddie consults his phone, says excuse me, and walks outside with his phone to his ear. A girl I knew way back then from a neighboring town stopped by, gave me a hug and a smooch, and flirted shamelessly with me to the obvious chagrin of Susan. Katy didn’t mind, because she was likewise surrounded by flirts and flatterers.

Around mid-night I invite Susan and Eddie to come see our new place and have a nightcap. Katy looks at me strangely, but quickly smiles and reinforces the invite. I tell them to follow me, and we drive 20 minutes back to the camp house. Strangely, there are two sets of lights following us.

We go inside; Katy starts showing Susan around our ‘rustic cabin’ and describing future plans. Eddie and I slip outside ‘to get some more beer’, but actually to watch the road coming in. Sure enough, we see the glint of chrome in the moonlight moving toward us. We disappear into the brush behind the parking area; he has his pistol, I’m carrying a double barrel shotgun that I snaked from the closet by the door when we went outside.

Dumb and Dumber park in the brush by the clearing leading to the house, and stagger drunkenly toward the lights. We let them look through a window, and then Eddie says, “Lookie here; we have trespassers!”

They freeze up, and Big Frank reaches toward his back pocket “Yeah, fetch that little pistol, Frank; I’m sure you can draw, turn and shoot before my double barrel cuts you both in half!” He freezes. “Take your guns out by the barrel and set them on the ground, or we’ll just off your sorry asses; you are, after all, armed trespassers with evil intent, and we all know no grand jury in this county will indict us for doing what they each wish they had done” Eddie orders. They cautiously retrieve and set their pistols gently on the ground.

“Now, march your sorry asses across the clearing toward that pole” I order them. They do as directed, stumbling from time to time, maybe from the drinks, maybe fear, maybe the rough terrain. We come to an old, concrete vat used to dip cattle; I order them to stand on the edge, facing in; the sack of potash is beside them.

Eddie points at the sacks and asks, “So we shoot their sorry asses, dump the potash into the water, and the acid will just dissolve them, right?”

“That’s right. A Texas Ranger told me about that. Then all I have to do is set a fire in the pit tomorrow when they are nothing but a skim of grease on the water, and nothing but ashes in the bottom of the corrosive alkaline water! No one will ever know, and no one will even look for two assholes like this anyway. They will just assume they were off whoring somewhere and got killed. We’ll drive their truck down near Laredo tonight, on the Freer highway, and set it on fire. It’s fool proof.” I tell him.

A female voice says, “Let Katy and I shoot them; Bud has beat me several times, and they drugged, raped, and blackmailed her. We want to be the ones to kill them!”

“Okay, here’s my shotgun; it’s got buckshot, so you may want to gut shoot Bud so he will suffer while the acid eats him up.”

Susan says, “Katy, you can kill Frank; he’s the one who held you down so Bud could rape you.”

Susan pulls back the hammer on the double barrel, and Bud starts crying. He turns, falls to his knees, and wets his pants. Frank turns too; he looks sick, but is still standing.

“Please, Susan! Don’t kill me – I’m the father of our children!” pleads Bud.

“They’ve never had a father!” Susan replies harshly “They won’t even know you’re gone!”

“Please, I beg you, don’t do this! We had SOME good times, didn’t we? And you don’t want to be a murderer!” Bud cries. Frank stands there stoically; he may be Clyde the Orangutan, but he’s more of a man than his buddy.

Katy’s voice is cold “Shoot his ass, Susan, or I will. Vermin like him and Frank don’t deserve to live!” Susan hands Katy the shotgun and tells her “I can’t kill him, but you can; blow his fucking dick off!” Katy takes it and aims for his groin. Bud screams, grabs his crotch, and pitches forward, sobbing.

Frank looks down at him with disdain “Get the fuck up and take it like a man, Bud. We’ve got this coming.”

Katy hands me the shotgun “I want to, but I’m not sure I can do it either. You kill him.”

Eddie speaks up: “This poor excuse for a human needs to die, and I think a woman should do it; just think of all the women these scum have drugged and raped! However, my boss told me to kill his ass, so if y’all won’t, I will!”

Pointing to the three of us, he added, “Look, you’re good people, but you know they’ll keep coming back around, fucking up your lives. Hell, they warned all three of you they would! Stand aside and I’ll do it, and I don’t need no shotgun; I can shoot their balls off with my pistol, and they’ll slowly bleed to death while the lye eats them up.”

Bud, still cowering, exclaims, “Let me live and I promise you will never see or hear from me again! I’ll leave the state and never come back! Just let me live; y’all are too good of people to murder someone!”

“They are; I’m not” I tell Bud, “but I’ll shoot you in the face after Eddie shoots off your balls, so you’ll go quickly. Look at me and make it easy on yourself.” Bud throws himself in the dirt and screams. Eddie fires the pistol twice, buzzing Frank and hitting the dirt by Bud’s head. Bud screams, grabs his head where the gravel thrown up by the shot hit him, and sobs in misery and fear.

Frank closes his eyes at the shot, opens them when he feels no pain; he looks at Eddie, and then at me. “Chicken Shit there is right, isn’t he? Y’all are too good of people to just kill us. So, let us go; I’ll make sure he never comes around you again, or does anything to you like he’s said he would. You have my word.”

I walk right in front of him and point the shotgun at his belly, fingers on the triggers: “Frank, you’ve got more sense and more guts than Chicken Shit there, so let me assure you of something. If either of you ever says a single fucking bad word against Katy or Susan, in person, on the internet; or any other way; if you ever come around a town I’m living in or visiting; if you ever stalk me, my wife, or Susan again, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU SLOWLY AND TORTUOUSLY AND BE PROUD TO DO IT! Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, and you have my word. I may be the worst kind of asshole, but my word is good” Frank proclaims “Can I take him now. I’m tired of his sniveling?”

“Eddie, will letting them live cost you your job?” I ask. Susan interjects, “I’ll talk to Dad and tell him what Frank promised. I’m sure he will keep the shoot-on-sight bounty on both of them, but I’ll make sure he doesn’t fire Eddie for insubordination. Frank, drag his worthless ass out of here, and I NEVER WANT TO SEE OR HEAR FROM EITHER OF YOU AGAIN!”

Frank picks Bud up by the shirt, and drag-carries him across the open field to their truck. As they near the truck Katy yells, “Frank, you should dump his ass in back; that way you won’t have to smell the piss and shit in his pants, and it won’t stain the leather seats!”

We laugh hysterically while they get in and drive away. Frank ignores Katy and dumps Bud in the passenger seat.

When they disappear into a draw on the way out Katy starts laughing again, and we all join in until we’re sick and our stomachs’ hurt! We walk arm in arm to the camp house, with me between Susan and Katy, and Eddie beside my wife with his arm around her. He’s married, and he wouldn’t touch Susan with a 10′ pole, but he kind of likes my wife, and she kind of likes him. I might need to watch those two.

I offer, “Y’all want to spend the night out here in our ‘rustic cabin’, drink a bunch, and relive tonight’s adventure?” They look at each other and nod; I continue. “By the way, y’all are excellent actresses and actors; my nuts were drawn up when you two ‘scorned ladies’ were pointing the shotgun at Bud’s! And, Eddie – Damn, dude, that was cold blooded!”

He rejoins, “Not as cold blooded as you having the sack of potash and telling them what it would do to them as they died!

Katy says, “I have no idea when you planned this, but thank you, Susan, for filling me in! That was a trip! Making that turd beg and piss himself was a highlight of my life! My only concern is, Tim, do you really believe Frank?”

“Yes, I do. He showed some courage out there, and now he knows his running buddy for what he is. I don’t know what will happen to either one of them, but I’d be willing to bet Frank cuts Bud lose, and goes his own way. People who have known him a long time say he was a good guy before he started hanging out with Bud. Seriously, though, ladies, and especially you, Susan; I meant it when I warned that If they ever come sniffing around again, or cause any more grief to either of you, they die!”

Susan starts to speak, but Eddie interjects “Susan’s Dad has a plan he has been saving; let him work it. I’m confident they won’t cause any more grief, but if they do, you better be quick, Tim, because I’m going hunting for their asses!” I slap hands with him, hug my wife and mistress, and get us each a drink; then another, another, and yet another, until the adrenaline is gone and exhaustion takes control

Susan sleeps in a bed on one side of the queen bed Katy and I are sharing, Eddie on the other. Katy is drunk and sleepy, but I’m restless.

Sunday, April 24

“Muy crudo” we say in south Texas when we’re badly hungover. We all are, but the girls much more so. Eddie takes Susan home to the ranch, and I take Katy for a ride around our new ranch. She’s recovering, but needs food, so I run into town for tacos and fajitas, take them back to the camp house, and find the beautiful ladies are fully dressed and even more beautiful than usual, but ravenous.

After our brunch and more coffee, Susan and Eddie say their goodbyes and go back to Susan’s ranch and kids.

I invite Katy to let me show her around the premises, and she accepts. We walk from the house to the well, to the five-foot tall concrete cistern that also serves as a swimming pool, and on to the dipping vat where we made Bud piss himself. We’re about 500 yards from the cabin, and continue on past the feeders and water troughs for the cattle, and then over to the stocked pond at the end of the cleared area. She spots the deer skinning apparatus down the hill to the north, and asks how it works.

I suggest I show her, and then instruct her to stand in the middle. I connect the leather straps to her wrists and raise her arms with the pulley, explaining that is how we get the deer ready to be skinned…”Just like I’m about to skin you” I tell her seriously. I take out my pocketknife, wave it in front of her face, and she giggles nervously.

“Now, slut wife, you are about to pay for your lies and cheating!” I slash the knife right by her, she screams and tries her tethers, which hold her still. I drop the knife and pull her shorts down. She looks at me, knowing how helpless she is, and tells me to let her down, right now!

“Hell, no, we’re just getting started, cheating wife!” I pull her old Tee shirt up, and cut it off with three slashes of my knife; she gasps and cries out. For good measure, I cut her bra off too, then her little panties. She trembles, screams for me to stop, and cries that I’m scaring her.

As she makes her plea, she’s panting with fear… or is that sexual excitement? I probe between her legs and find a swamp, with juices running down her legs. I laugh at her helplessness, and my mouth begins its assaults on her tits. She writhing, completely in heat, by the time I begin my assault on her wet pussy. While the tethers hold her in place, helpless, with her feet barely touching the ground, her arms extended above her shoulders and spread wide, she writhes, cries out, and thrusts her hips forward.

Her fear is overwhelmed by her lust, and her wanton pussy is seeking more contact with my mouth and teasing tongue. I stop, pick up her ruined tee shirt, and blindfold her with it. She squirms and begs me to set her free, promising she’ll be good girl! I snort, tell her that we both know her promises and vows mean nothing, and walk back to the camp house to gather the tools I will need.

She hears me return and tells me her arms are hurting, her legs are tired from standing on her tip-toes, and not being able to see is terrifying! I laugh cruelly, and tell her the punishment has only begun. I stand beside her and begin to run the feather duster from the house all over her legs, belly, tits, chest, shoulders, arms, and neck with my left hand. She wiggles and giggles, trying to escape from the tickling, and goose bumps appear all over her unblemished skin. Without warning, I swat her on the ass with the quirt in my right hand. She shrieks, “That hurts! Stop!” I swat her again.

“I don’t think so. You lie to me all the time, and have been for months; therefore, you must be punished! There is no one out here to hear you or save you, so I can do with you what I choose. I can whip you with this quirt until your ass, legs, and tits are bruised and bleeding. Hell, I can even skin you and toss you and the potash in the pit and you will simply disappear. I’ll be free of your lying, cheating ass, and free to take up with Susan, or Brittney, Bree…Brooke…or Janet; whichever one I choose. None of them would cheat and lie like you, my cheating, lying, slutwife!”

She’s panting harder, and there are more goose bumps on her skin “Please, Tim, let me go. I’m through lying and cheating, I promise!”

“How many times have you made that promise, and how many times have you broken it? That Sunday, after you went downstairs and fucked Randy silly, you promised the very same thing, and 30 men and a dozen women later you’re still promising me you won’t keep cheating. Do I seem that stupid to you?”

I swat her lightly with the quirt on her other butt cheek; she writhes and hollers “Please, please Tim! Don’t keep hitting me; it hurts so bad!”

I run my hand up her wet leg to her flowing fountain of a cunt, and suddenly stick two fingers in her. “It must hurt so good, because your pussy is flowing like a stream and hot as a fire!”

She starts denying it, and I tell her “I’m going to gag you, because everything coming out of that cock-loving mouth is A LIE!” I pick up her panties and stuff them in her open mouth, then swat her on the butt again.

I’m barely even swinging the quirt, and it isn’t even leaving red marks, but the way she thrashes around you’d think I was hitting her with a cat-of-nine-tails. It appears Peter’s friend’s diagnosis is correct; she’s turned on by being treated like a bad toy. He posited that a masochistic streak underlies many of her actions, and suggested I test her; this is the test I settled on, and it appears he was spot on!

I step behind her to rub and massage her flawless, round butt, which is a pretty pink from the light blows with the quirt. I pour some Astroglide Silicon on a 6″ butt plug, pull her ass cheeks apart, insert it, and push the button to make it vibrate. She whimpers through the gag at the intrusion, but doesn’t attempt to expel the vibrating plug. I reach around, hold and squeeze her full tits, and then twist the nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

I insert the 8″ vibrator I bought in Corpus Christi in her cunt, strap it in place with the attached belt, and turn it on. She writhes more dramatically, but it appears that she’s trying to reach climax rather than remove the two vibrators. I step back behind her and swat her more heavily with the quirt. She orgasms so strongly my ears are assaulted by her scream, even through the panty gag.

I walk back to the Suburban, get a couple of bottles of cold water from the ice chest, and rub them around on her sensitive tits; her nipples are as hard and pointed as 30-30 bullets. The vibrators are humming, the cold water bottle is being run over her breasts; a simple swat on the butt with my hand, and she climaxes again!

I ask her if she is ready to talk without lying; she nods, and I remove the gag from her panting mouth. “Oh god” she moans, “You’re going to kill me with all this! I can’t take any more!”

“Oh, I think you can. In fact, I think you want more, and more, and more, don’t you?” She starts to answer negatively, but I put my hand over her mouth and warn, “Don’t lie! You promised you wouldn’t; if you do, we start over!!”

She nods, I remove my hand, and say, “Let’s try again. You actually want more, don’t you?” She hangs her head and mutters yes. I grasp her tit, twist the nipple, and say “Speak up!”

She cries “Yes! I want more! This is driving me crazy with lust; I can’t stop cumming!” I swat her on each butt cheek with my hand, and she cums again. This leaves her hanging weakly by the arms whimpering “so good, so good”.

I take off my pants, unstrap the vibrator in her cunt, and pull it out. She thanks me; I pick her up by her ass, and drop her flooded cunt onto my cock “How about the real thing? Is this skinny pencil dick okay?”

She starts groaning when my cock enters her, and now she’s panting and groaning “Oh, god, Tim, that feels toooooo goooooooddddd! Fuck me, baby; fuck your little slut!” I’m holding and squeezing her ass, she’s squirming in her tethers, moaning and groaning as she returns every thrust.

“Now, let’s play truth or consequences. First, Bud and Frank didn’t actually force you either time, did they? They acted like they were, but you wanted them to fuck you! You seduced them into doing exactly what you wanted, didn’t you. Uh, uh, don’t lie! Just be quiet and listen while your ‘five minute man’ fucks you with his ‘pencil dick’ and the vibrator hums in your ass.

“You also lied about Brad and Charlie and the music guys too, didn’t you? You didn’t have to let them use you like that; you could have fought them when they tied you to the table, but you loved being used like a slut! You wanted them to all fuck you. Hell, the threat that next time they would include the limo drivers and security guards turned you on even more, didn’t it. So what else have you lied to me about?”

Her teeth are clenched, her breath heavy with lust, her pussy thrusting against me seeking another orgasm; I freeze in place. She whimpers and tries to fuck me without my participation, but it won’t let her get the job done. “Answer my question and I’ll let you cum again!”

She emphatically denies that she wanted Bud and Frank to drug and rape her, and also denies that she wanted to be gangbanged by Tommy and friends. I tell her I doubt her veracity, and remain still.

She pushes at me cock, and frantically spits out: “I did lie about not planning to fuck Johnny, Rocky, and Tommy! I seduced them at that first dance, and if you hadn’t come outside and interrupted us, I might have let them fuck me then! The three of them were all over me, and I wanted them so badly! I sucked Rocky’s cock, jacked Tommy off, and let Johnny run his big cock between my wet pussy lips. Yes, I would have fucked all three of them, and then Randy! And, yes, Randy did finger fuck me all the way back from the beer joint to our house. Now, is that what you wanted to know – what a slut I really am?!”

I thrust up into her, lower my mouth to her inflamed tits, and suckle them before telling her “The truth is always better than lying, so your consequence is to get what you want!” With that I focus on her pleasure, and she came hard again. This was her fourth orgasm, and she’s hanging limply against me, cooing while praising my skill, stamina, and size.

I resume fucking her. She begs me to stop “My little pussy can’t take any more!” I stop and withdraw, and she thanks me. When I turn off the butt plug and pull it out she thanks me again, but when I reinsert the vibrator in her cunt, grab her thighs, lift her up, bend my knees to get the right angle, and work my cock into her gaped ass, she again starts begging me to stop. After a few dozen thrusts, however, she starts begging me to keep going; “fuck my little asshole with your big dick; you feel so good inside me like this, baby!”

I obey her pleas this time, and fuck her until she cums hard around the cock buried in her bowels and the vibrating dildo in her pussy. Her spasms are what I need, and I deposit a load of cum inside her quivering ass. She’s totally spent, so I take her down, carry her to the house, and lay her on our new bed. She looks angelic lying there naked, blonde mane surrounding her beautiful face, which is soft and relaxed in repose.

I go outside, and call Susan. “Hi, Hunk! Thank you for last night, and I don’t just mean torturing my ex and his asshole buddy. That was the fucking I needed to survive until I can be with you again” Susan enthuses. “When I turned around after I peed and found you naked with a pool of clothes around your feet, blocking the hallway, I marveled at your beauty, and at your audacity!” I told her.

“It wasn’t as audacious as it seemed; Katy and Eddie were snoring lightly, and I knew you were as randy as I was after what we did to the assholes. When you picked me up and dropped me on your huge cock, I thought I would wake them both up, but your tongue down my throat stopped my scream. Well, actually, it stopped my scream then, and my screams when you kept pummeling me over and over against the wall, making me cum again and again. I don’t know how you do it, but having sex with you once a month results in more orgasms than my ex ever gave me. But, maybe that is because I love you…”

“Damn! That’s explicit language.” I reply, and then query, “Now to the purpose of my call; do you want to have a late lunch with us? We need to leave soon, but I’d like to get us all together again and talk about a few things.”

“Can I bring Eddie? He’s on duty until 5 and he is still worried about the turds.”

“He’s part of ‘us’ now, after last night, but he and Katy have something going on, so keep an eye on your bodyguard” I tell her.

“So, if I tell him to carry her off and leave me alone with you, will you make love to me again?” I laugh “My curse: insatiable women!”

“Says the insatiable man with the 10″ cock, good looks, charming personality, and BIG muscles!” she jokes in return.

“Okay, enough flirting and flattering; are you two going to eat with us before we leave, or not?” I insist. “We are; when and where?” she replies. We agree on meeting in two hours at a steakhouse we both like located in an old schoolhouse in an abandoned town close to nowhere.

I take the Suburban down to the old headquarters, where the cattle pens and barn are. I call the cows with the horn as I drive down, and pour the eight sacks of feed into troughs for them. They are technically Mom and Dad’s, but I enjoy working with cattle. Twenty mixed-breed cows, 14 calves, and a nice Charolais bull, plus four ranch horses and a few Spanish goats make up our ‘herd’.

A quick inventory of the barn uncovers two treasures; an old Indian motorcycle, and my grandfather’s old Dodge Powerwagon with huge tires. The branding irons are hanging, including my brand: a capital T with a backward R and K on the stem of the T. We don’t really brand cattle anymore, but I take it to use on a wooden sign I want to put up.

Back at the camp house I find Katy freshly showered. She was miffed: Susan called her about what she was wearing, and she had to admit she had been asleep and didn’t know what was going on. I explained that I was just letting her recover from all her orgasms, and she made a face and makes an accusation. “My butt hurts where you spanked me with the whip!”

I laugh at her; she can’t keep a straight face, grins, and tells me to let her get dressed in peace. I tell her I need to shower because she got me wet all over my legs; she sticks out her tongue, and prisses out of the bath.

After showering, I load my bags in the SUV and wait on Katy. She’s almost ready on time, we load her bags, and head for our rendezvous and supper. She’s wearing short shorts again, and a pullover blouse that stops just above where the shorts begin; she looks totally fuckable.

When we get there Susan is similarly dressed, and similarly fuckable. We chat after we order, then I approach the main topic; keeping ourselves safe from the dipshits. Eddie grins and asks if we have any idea where they are right now; we all shake our heads.

He looks at his phone and says, “Bud’s truck is heading north from Sinton toward San Antonio on the freeway. Would y’all like to download the app, and I’ll give you the GPS tracker info so you can keep up. It isn’t foolproof, but as long as Bud has his truck we’re going to know where it is, and where he probably is.” That sets off a mini-celebration with toasts from our water glasses.

The salad bar is excellent, and the porterhouse steak, fresh green beans, and Mexican rice is delicious! We enjoy the company, hug and kiss the ladies, shake hands, and part company. On the way back Katy is quiet for about 30 minutes, obviously in deep thought. Finally I prod her “You planning your seduction of poor Eddie, or what?”

She laughs, “He’s cute, in an older, married man way, but no. I’m wondering what your little production today was about. Am I as bad as Bud and Frank, where you need to scare me to straighten me out?”

“Have you heard of Paraphilia?” I query after a few moments of consideration. “No? Well, I hadn’t either, but Peter’s friend who specializes in treating people with unusual sexual needs – those who actually want treatment – most don’t, I’m told – advised me to test you for a specific condition. He arrived at that suggestion based on things I told Peter, who told him. It’s all privileged because I’m his patient. I hope I didn’t overstep my boundaries, but I want to understand you.”

“So, did I ‘pass’ this test?” she asks suspiciously.

“Let’s just say you performed as expected” I reply. Somewhat indignantly, Katy asks, “So, you’re saying that I ‘performed as expected’ when you strung me up like a deer, blindfolded and gaged me, filled my pussy and ass with vibrators and cock, and beat me with a whip and your big hands?”

“Yes, I am” I reply “You orgasmed, and orgasmed, and orgasmed, and…well, you remember.”

“Does that prove something? I cum a lot whenever we have sex” she inquires.

“I don’t know what it proves” I admit “maybe Peter’s friend will. All I know is how you reacted to being bound, restrained, blindfolded, gaged, punished, and penetrated. You came, and came, and…”

“I know; you’ve already reminded me! I couldn’t help myself! I just got so excited and horny and I couldn’t control my sexual urges!”

“I’d suggest that you talk to Dr. Charles about this; tell her what happened, and ask her about Paraphilia. I’ll ask Peter, and we can compare notes. And, sweetie, you were one sexy deer! I thought you might pull the whole thing down you were trying to get to my cock so bad!”

“Is that a bad thing? I thought you liked me to be sexy, to let you know when I want you,” she teased, and that, thankfully, ended the serious discussion before I had to try to explain that her responses indicate she’s sexually submissive with masochistic tendencies.

***

She worked on her choreography, put on headphones and practiced singing the songs she has as solos and duets in the show, and danced in her seat while she sang. I had a grand time listening and watching, until we got near San Marcos, where I called Brittney while Katy grooved. Britt answered, “Hi, Superstud! What’s up?” I chuckled and asked what prompted my nickname change; she told me it was based on both first and second-hand evaluations.

I laughed again, thanked her, and told her to listen. I put the phone on speaker so she could hear Katy singing. “Critique?” I asked. She laughed, “Her voice is that of a sexy angel, and she looks better than she sings. I think she’ll do fine!”

I ask, “And how about the sexy and alluring Brittney; is she practicing too?” She starts singing ‘You give me fever…’ in that husky bedroom voice and I interrupt her with ‘You’ve got the fever, I’ve got the cure.’

She laughs, “Are you flirting with me sitting next to your wife in a car?” “Nah,” I reply “Stating a fact!”

She laughs again, and says she can still here Katy singing, so…”When are you going to come put my fever out, Mr. Fireman?”

“Well, I’m driving through San Marcos right now – is this a good time?” I tease.

“You are incorrigible! But it’s working…I’ve got my hand in my panties, just thinking about it” she replies huskily. “Fingers? If your replicating my cock, you need your fist, baby!” I tease back. She laughs again “Can y’all stop by? I’d love to see you BOTH.”

“Nope, not tonight; maybe next time, when I’m alone.” She laughs me off as incorrigible, says she will see me at the next dance and says goodbye.

“Katy! Katy Marie!” I shout at her while leaning over the console and pinching her leg. She pulls her earphones down and looks at me like I better have a good reason for interrupting her; I point at the MyLink display and say, “Patrick, your mommy can hear you now.”

He enthusiastically tells her they missed her but they had fun with Granny and Gramps and baby Mark is asleep so they are going to spend the night there, but we need to come eat breakfast with them in the morning! Grampa will cook it for us, so be here early! She smiles at her eldest son’s enthusiasm and his confidence in ordering his parents around, and assures him we will.

They talk for five minutes or so about all the fun things they did, and then Granny tells him it is time for bed. He tells us he loves us and hangs up. We smile at each other; whatever our marital issues, we did good with making these smart, handsome, and charming little boys.

Katy sets her earphones aside, turns off the player on her phone, and talks to her husband the remaining 40 minutes of our drive. We shower together, which means sex in the shower, then cleaning each other, and then drying each other before getting ready for bed.

Monday, April 25

When I get to school, I find a board meeting packet on my desk, and notice that bagels and doughnuts are in the workroom. I’m full, but that means a party of some kind, so I walk down to the workroom and enter. Everyone starts clapping; I look around to see if someone is behind me, and turn back to the staff. Their excitement and smiles are genuine, and they are all looking at me. Mrs. Burk says, “I guess you haven’t reviewed your meeting packet yet, have you?”

I shake my head. “The first action items are ‘Approval of Boys and Girls Campus Athletics Coordinator Positions; and ‘Appointment of Elementary Principal’. I’m caught off guard, but I’m not dense; that means I’m keeping both positions and they are giving me high school and junior high campus athletics coordinators to lessen the load.

I smile. “Well, if that means what I think the superintendent’s wife is implying, I’m as thrilled and happy as I can be. I’ve become very fond of you guys in only a few months, and I would be pleased – nay, thrilled and honored – to continue to be your advocate and helper.”

“Very fond? That isn’t very strongly worded!” she interjects.

“Well, I have a jealous wife, and if she found out I told you how much I love you and enjoy working with you, she might hurt me” I joke.

They giggle, and all eyes turn to Katy, who declares, “I think I speak for all of the staff when I say ‘right back at ya! We’re fond of you too!”

After the laughter, dies down we break up to start the day, and I get a lot of pets, pats, and hugs as they leave. Katy stays back until everyone is gone, and tells me she’s proud of me and happy for the staff; we’re a match made in heaven. She shuts the door, and gives me a hot kiss, says “Don’t forget who your favorite teacher is, though!” and leaves.

The state track meet is on Saturday in two weeks, so we can focus on strength, conditioning, and skills development this week. Track workouts will be limited to an hour, to rest the kids while keeping them in shape and polished at the little things that win events.

The baseball and softball teams are having good seasons; both are sitting in second with a home game with the leader on the horizon. The search for coaches to replace those leaving is done, although it was more a matter of tapping people I know than a real search. The board and administration have the names and bios, and will act to hire them all tonight.

The new defensive coordinator and defensive backs/wide receivers coach was a senior when I was a freshman in college. Blake Simmons’ dad was a well-known high school coach, and Blake was like a coach on the field: making calls and setting or moving the defensive backs while the other team was lining up to run the play. He was particularly helpful to the freshman starter, Tim Kelly, who was sometimes reeling from the sophisticated offenses being thrown at him, and who was often targeted by the offenses due to his inexperience.

We kept in contact after Blake’s graduation, during his time in the NFL, and, when he decided he’d rather coach than play professionally and be permanently maimed by the heavy collisions he was engaged in as a safety. We often talked, and I was in Blake’s wedding, but Blake was on a trip to London with the pro team for an exhibition game when I got married.

I originally called him to ask about young coaches we might go after, never expecting Blake to ask if I would consider him. Turns out Blake and his wife, Molly, were looking for a place to raise their four kids, and that place was a small town with good schools and good people. Blake also jumped at the chance to be an assistant in basketball so he would have the spring free to work with his kids in their sports.

He’s an award-wining science teacher; his wife is a certificated administrator and will serve as the new assistant principal / curriculum and instruction coordinator on the elementary campus. Their reference checks were glowing.

Blake suggested the linebackers/running backs coach we were hiring, and when we met I immediately knew why. Desean ‘Boom Boom’ Washington was a charismatic black man who knew his stuff, and he and Blake had worked together in two schools. He and his stunning wife, who is also a teacher, were long-time friends of Evie and Darrell, who enthusiastically assured me that Desean and Tamara would be great additions to the staff as teachers as well. My concern was their motivation in moving from a 6A job near Houston to a 4A job in a small town, but their explanation was similar to Blake and Molly’s: two kids, they want another, and the perils and temptations of a city aren’t where they want to raise their children.

Desean smiled when he told me, “Coach, part of my motivation is selfish; we saw your semi-finals game last year in Houston and you’re loaded. If you had a sound defense behind that offense last year you’d have a ring right now, but with Blake coordinating and me coaching those fast, hard-hitting young linebacker, you’re gonna get one this fall!”

He jumped at the chance to assume my track duties, and his credentials were impeccable; he was selected for the Olympic track tryouts as a college sophomore and almost made the sprint relay! The icing on the cake; they both teach special education, an area in need of improvement on the high school and junior high campuses, and their references raved about their abilities and character.

The new junior high staff members I pieced together from referrals from friends and fellow coaches look solid. All three have a couple of years of experience in good programs, can coach multiple sports well, and are dedicated and excellent teachers. One of them has a wife who has twice won teacher-of-the-year in her four years of experience; she will fill the only known elementary staff opening, in 4th grade. With the loyal and dedicated coach retained, I believe they will be one of the best junior high coaching staffs in the state, and will improve the academics at that campus also.

The new junior high principal is another of my recruits. She is a former and very successful girls’ basketball coach and women’s AD, with two years’ admin experience straightening out a low-performing junior high in Austin. Her freshman son is a star athlete and top student, as are her two daughters. Dad isn’t in the picture, having decided his law career required him to move to New York, and Vanessa and the kids were slowing him down.

His child support was generous, however, making it easier for Vanessa to give up the better pay in the city. Clarence could hardly wait to introduce her to the lazy staff over there, even though it might mean we would need to keep hiring all summer after the laziest of the bums quit in fear.

After reviewing the packet for the board meeting I put in a call to the Chrysler/Jeep/Dodge/Ram Truck dealer I met at the Gala, Gerald Hanson. He’s the one who hired Mike Williams after the debacle.

He directed me to the website because he believed they had just what I wanted at the Bastrop store. I looked, and they did. I told him I would be trading my wife’s Tahoe, gave him the VIN and mileage, and we tentatively agreed on the purchase of a new Ram 2500 4×4 Laramie Longhorn Rodeo Edition with the 6.7L diesel engine. It’s in Brilliant Black Pearl Coat and it looks good on the internet, so I tell them I’ll be in before closing to check it out. Katy will be surprised, but she’s coveted the Suburban for her own ‘car’ since we bought it in September, so that should balance my need for a pickup now that I’m a rancher. That appellation made me smile.

After a call to Peter, who patched in his psychiatrist buddy while I described my wife’s conduct during the ‘test’, they talked without me. Later Peter called me back and gave me more information and additional actions to take. He said he was anxious to call Dr. Charles and visit with her as my counselor, but would wait on the next steps to be executed.

I jumped on the internet and ordered a few new toys to enhance and test my wife’s ‘submissive’ urges, picked up the boys, dropped by the exercise class to admire the hard and harder bodies sweating under Katy’s direction, and went home to let the guys play and fix supper. My pretty but sweaty wife came home a few minutes later, showered, changed, and we ate our family meal.

The board meeting went as scripted, and I had to face reporters for additional information afterward. I’m not sure how board meetings had become fodder for the radio station, but here they and the newspaper are, asking questions about the new hires and about my plans for the elementary now that I’m the principal, without the ‘interim’ tag.

Katy met me at the door wearing a new negligee, in pure white, with the white knee-highs and the red heels. I’m starting to look forward to interviews, as my celebrity seems to turn her on. She’s amazing in the shower, in bed, and again at dawn, which required another shower.

I’m not getting much sleep, but I’m clean and my pipes are clean, for sure.

Tuesday & Wednesday, April 26 & 27

As many good days as I’ve had as elementary principal, Tuesday is probably the best. Everyone is ecstatic, they want to know more about the new assistant principal, and are impressed when I provide details. My darling wife’s exercise classes and stylish dress, along with my expression of appreciation for the professional appearance of individuals, have ‘beautified’ the campus in a number of ways, including attitude and personal appearance.

The staff members are, by and large, heathier, in better shape, happier, and better dressed. The subtle undertones of resentment aren’t visible now, and the culture around the school is more positive. Good teachers are good role models for the kids, and they are also making an effort to look good, maintain decorum, and get along with one another. ‘My evil plan’, which I hear in Dr. Evil’s voice, ‘is coming together!”

Offseason/strength and conditioning is proceeding along the same lines; the kids are in excellent condition, exerting their best effort, and all seem to have a great attitude. We haven’t lost a kid to In-School Suspension (ISS) or grades all semester, and I’ve only had to talk to two kids and two teachers about effort and/or conduct in class and the halls.

Wednesday my Amazon Prime order arrives at my office; I surreptitiously move it to the Suburban and hide it under a blanket. Hopefully, I get to try my purchases on my pretty ‘sub’ soon; I kind of like being a ‘dom’. Of course, just calling Katy a sub seems insane; she’s one of the most outgoing and confident women I’ve known, and she bosses me around all the time. Plus, she takes charge of thing after thing, including our bedroom activities and her dance troupe, without any compunction. I think there is more to it and so does Peter, but he needs more info from me and from Dr. Charles to guide me, so the purchases.

After athletics I stop by Joyce’s shop to ask if she can take her car tonight because the boys and I are planning to surprise Katy at practice and have her ride home with us. She agrees, and text’s Katy that she’s taking her car, so be ready to be picked up at four for the 4:40 dance practice.

After classes and track practice end I go by Betsy’s house to get the boys. She’s dressed sexily and openly flirtatious, but I’m a man on a mission; I praise her looks, give her round rump a caress, and gather the boys in the Yukon.

***

The truck is nicer in person than on the internet; the interior is a combination of wood look, charcoal, and tan seats that blends nicely, and the exterior trim, badges, the Lone Star Edition, 4×4, and Cummins Diesel plaques do give it the look of a ‘big, bad truck,’ as Patrick says. All three boys like it!

Importantly, for my own perverse reasons, the front seat is a 40/20/40 bench, which is hard to find with the luxury packages and heated leather seats. To make it better, the Mega cab is huge, with plenty of seat and legroom on the second seat. There is a resultant loss of bed length, but for my purposes, the amount left is plenty.

My friends and family down home are going to give me hell about buying a sissified truck like this, and Bud’s going to be jealous, but my sissified wife is going to love it; I’ll blame it on her. She will have to use the nerf bars to climb in, but that’s just another excuse for her to show off her legs and athleticism!

Gerald had them add the matching Ranch Hand grill guard and toolbox, so it is ready to go; all I have to do is sign the papers and turn over the Tahoe keys.

The salesman has the paperwork ready, and he goes to get the manager to sign off because of the special deal I’m getting from the owner. The manager enters smiling at the boys hopping around, then freezes when he sees me. “Hi, Mike! You have a nice dealership here – I’m impressed!” Mike Williams, disgraced elementary principal, rapist, and blackmailer is taken aback by my friendly greeting; he takes and shakes my hand when I rise to greet him, relaxes, and becomes cordial. Obviously, Jennie didn’t show him the videos or tell him. Good for her; she can always hit him with it.

I tell him the campus misses him, but everyone understands the need to take a great job making good money when it comes along. He smile wryly and says, “If my boss keeps giving deals like this we’re going broke; heck of a deal you made!”

“He told me it was the best he could do without subsidizing me too much. I thought he was joking, but maybe not!” I respond.

“No, that is an amazing deal, believe me! Not sure what he got in return, but if this is the whole deal, congratulations!” says Mike.

“He did help initiate Katy at the Gala; her charms couldn’t have hurt, right? Oh, wait – you were another of her initiators, because Jennie was one of mine. So you know what I mean.” I reply innocently.

He looks confused, but comes back with, “That’s true, and if Katy ever wants a great deal on the Jeep or Durango luxury models tells her to give me a call.”

I catch his comeback, and deflect; “Oh, I will definitely convey that message to her, but I’m giving her the Suburban LTZ since I’m getting the truck, so it may be a while. Thanks again for the great deal, and tell Gerald I appreciate you guys. You take care of yourself, your sweet wife, and those darling daughters.” He briefly frowns at that, uncertain whether it’s a veiled threat as he had just used, or for real, but shakes my hand wishes me good luck with the truck.

We cruise around in for a while and the boys are having trouble staying in their car seats they are so excited at our big truck! I stop in the park by the river and let them crawl all over the bed and toolbox while I text Joyce and ask when we should come by. She replies now, so I put them back in their seats and drive the few blocks to their practice site.

I knew the owners were giving them a great deal on cost, but the fact that the old farts are sitting there watching the pretty girls practice says it all. We stay just outside the door until they reach the final part of the routine, and then we enter. I have to restrain the boys from running to mommy, but the grins on the dancers’ faces says the interruption is welcome. The song ends, they run to mommy, and the girls huddle around them. Joyce comes and stands by me.

“We made some modifications to the costumes, based on feedback from the audience at the shows; I think you will approve” she says with a smile.

Katy stands with hands on hips, cocks her head, and says “Truck? We bought a new truck?” Bree is carrying Patrick and Angie has Mark in her arms as they head toward me en mass. I smile bigly and explain, “Well, now that we’re ranchers, we need a work truck. Wanta see it?”

“Work truck?” she asks with a look of distaste.

They all titter and follow, with Katy right behind me. When she sees it, she stops, stares at the truck, looks at me, and exclaims, “That’s a real truck! I thought they were kidding!”

Bree is hopping around with Patrick, who is telling her all about it and showing it to everyone. They open doors, climb up on the nerf bars and marvel at the big back seat. When I point out the bench seat with fold down console in front and tell Katy, “Now you can sit beside me, just like in the old days!”, she gives me a grin and a poke in the ribs.

Even with the two baby seats Angie and Bree can sit in the back seat, while, Katy, Brit and Joyce sit comfortably in front. I crank the premium sound up, playing the Rolling Stones good (old) stuff, and they play with the Navigation screen, ask about U Connect, and mess with buttons. Bree yells “I’m jealous” at me, and winks.

“Hey, we own a ranch now; this is my work truck; what do y’all think?”

“Pretty nice work truck” exclaims Bree, and the others tell me stuff like “Not bad; I’ve have gotten the luxury model, but this is nice enough.”

“Why do you need the bench seat in front with this huge back seat, guys?” asks Britt with a wink.

“One if for riding around, the other is for riding” I respond, and the girls laugh. “Can we watch?” asks Angie with glee “What, you don’t want to ride too?” I respond, which earns me a slap on the back from my wife.

“Well, Katy is losing her sense of humor; she either needs a Snickers or we all need to go eat” I offer. I take them to a rundown-looking Mexican restaurant that features Pacific Coast Mexican fare, and we get a big table so we can continue to visit. I’m at the head of the table, with Katy to me left and Bree to my right.

I no more than sit down before Bree’s foot is under my pants leg rubbing me. They look so damn delicious as a group I already have a swelling in my pants, and Bree is making it grow. She looks around and talks as if nothing is happening, but Britt is sitting beside her and she smiles at me knowingly…and a bit jealously. Katy is taking care of Mark, Angie siting on the other end helping Patrick, and Joyce is between Angie and Brittney. The attention is all away from us, giving Bree a chance to lean forward, slip her left hand under the table, and find my half-hard cock. She quickly brings it to fully extension with her hand, while still rubbing my leg with her foot.

My grilled Tilapia is getting harder to eat, and the grin I get when I give her a warning look is pure devil! Okay, two can play; after all, she’s wearing loose-legged shorts. I run my hand under the table, up her leg, and start rubbing her pussy. I have to lean forward to do it, but I just pretend I’m watching the boys eat.

When my finger enters her folds she puts both hands back on the table, leans toward me, and mouths, “I surrender!” I withdraw my hand, make sure no one besides Bree and Britt is watching, and suck my finger as if it’s covered in chocolate frosting. Bree blushes, and Britt grins and shakes her head.

“This is a delicious meal; what’s for dessert?” I ask enthusiastically. The boys want Buñuelos with cinnamon and sugar, so I request a couple of orders. Since my cock is back to normal, I excuse myself to go to the restroom. When I walk back into the hall, Brittney is waiting and watching; she grabs me, pulls me into the storage room, grabs my cock, and kisses me.

“I was jealous!” she says when she stops. “Would you like crema for dessert?” I ask naughtily, while pushing down on her shoulders. She laughs, assures me we don’t have time, opens the door, slips outside, and pulls me out. She signals me to wait, and then walks nonchalantly back into the dining room.

Waiting isn’t a problem because I can’t walk back in swollen up like this, so I wait and check my phone for messages. Paul says he and Paula are looking forward to Saturday, and asks me to remind him where we are staying. I reply ‘Embassy Suites – you have a room reserved,’ and he sends thumbs up.

I rejoin the table in time to get a few of the Buñuelos, we talk about when we should all arrive at the hotel, and what to wear to the dance. After strapping the boys in Katy climbs into the middle beside me, lifts my arm and puts it around her, and tells me she LOVES this truck! I return the girls to their vehicle and head north on TX 21.

The boys are asleep by the time we clear the forest, and she tells me she talked to Jordan – Dr. Charles – today. She asks about the term I gave her – Paraphilia – but the doctor says she won’t assign a ‘typical diagnosis’ because her case is not typical. I give her permission to exchange information with Dr. Lowry – Peter, and she said she would expect his call. She “knows of him, but doesn’t know him.”

I thank Katy for the information, and for allowing Dr. Charles to exchange information with Dr. Lowry.

Katy snuggles back up to me and asks innocuously, “Bree and Brittney – where do they fall in the hierarchy of love and lust? Just behind Brooke and Susan, or where?”

“Way the hell behind you, my love; other than that, does it matter?” I reply, while thinking ‘you forgot Janet and Angie in my Hot Six.’

The diesel is going to prove to be a godsend when the boys can’t go to sleep; the rumble has them out like lights. We carry them in, sponge them off, put on their jammies, and kiss them goodnight. Sweet babies.

Katy goes to bathe, I check and respond to emails, and hurry up when she calls me. A quick shower, I dry off, and slip in bed naked…only to find a sleeping wife. I mentally shrug, and go to sleep myself.

Saturday, April 30

The whole group arrived at 2 pm; we introduced Peter and Paula to Bree, Brittney, Angie, Audrey, and Joyce in the lobby, moved our things into our rooms, and adjourned to the atrium bar for a early afternoon drink and discussion. Joyce and the girls are fired up about the show tonight, having made a few ‘tweaks’ to the costumes, and having refined the show yet again.

This is an early show at the civic center, sponsored by the same Greek Alumni Council that sponsored the NYE dance at Canyon Lake, but it is open to the public, including students. They don’t expect many young people because of the nature of the show, but they admit no one knows who will show up, other than those who enjoyed the New Year’s Eve performance and asked for a repeat.

The girls go start getting ready at 4:30 for the 7:30 start, and the rest of us sit, chat, and sip our drinks. Paula’s drink of choice is water, and we are all drinking water between drinks; can’t get dehydrated.

Just for grins and giggles I check my phone to see where my friend Bud’s truck is, and learn it’s in Oklahoma going toward Kansas. That’s good news.

Katy texts me to let me know Joyce is taking them to the civic center now, and she will see me there. At 5:45 we are considering whether to go get dressed ourselves when we hear a din in the lobby as a large group arrives. I look up and almost spill my beer when I see my hometownies are here in force; even Mom and Dad. I vault out of my chair, ask ‘what the hell?’ and scurry into the lobby, where I get mobbed.

They all check in and take their bags to their rooms; saving introductions for later the crew at my table goes up to change, and we will all meet back here at 6:45 for a drink. Audrey is dressed, so she gets a count, adds 5, and hurries over to the center to save more tables.

The ladies take longer, so we don’t have time for drinks at the hotel. We make the two-mile drive to the center in several SUVs, and Audrey is waiting by the doors to direct us to the tables. However, as we make our way my name is called loudly, and I see Joyce with Jim Bob, TJ and Cindy, Freddy and Linda, and Janet and Curtis. They are invited to join us, and eagerly do. Introductions are made all around, including to the families of the band members. We get drinks, and get seated for the show.

Surveying the big crowd I’m shocked by the diversity; college to social security ages abound, with the majority probably in the 30-50 range. There are Blacks, Whites, Latinos, and Asians, with more males than female, but not by much. My homies and Katy’s are anxious, and the drinks are flowing as fast as the mouths are running. Alexander is here with his wife, a lanky brunette wearing a miniskirt and low cut blouse. Elliot is checking his set up, and he has a small, nerdy-looking girl with him who looks totally at ease in a skirt so short you can see her matching panties when she leans over to work.

Mom and Dad are sitting across from me, with my brother and his wife on one side, and my sister and her husband on the other. Will and his wife, Laurie, are sitting behind me, and the rest of my hometown crew is scattered down the table behind Will. Audrey is in front of me, the Lowrys are across from her, and Katy’s homies are beside us at the next table with the band spouses and girlfriends. Hell of a turnout, and nothing I expected.

I turn to look back at my old friends, and it hits me that Susan isn’t along. Will quietly explains the situation: “Art says she wouldn’t come.”

I tell him “I don’t understand; she and Katy got along well last Sunday.”

“Yeah, but…” he answers. Art leans toward us and says, “We heard about the ranch. Hell of a move, dude!”

“Well, maybe,” I reply “As long as he keeps heading north away from Texas. He was in Kansas last time I checked.” Art and Will laugh, and Dad winks at me with an evil grin on his face.

The lights around the building go down, the stage lights come up, and Rocky steps through the curtains into the spotlight. He works the crowd, promising a great show by the Continentals and an even more visually exciting show by the Shooting Stars. He invites everyone to participate by dancing and clapping and cheering, and steps back behind the curtain, which immediately opens with the band playing Blue Suede Shoes. The show is going great; they really are musically gifted. And then the excitement jumps up a couple of levels when the girls sashay out to Rock Around the Clock in their skater skirts, white ruffled blouses with the top three buttons undone, wearing white ankle socks with lace, and black shoes with 3 inch heels. They look HOT, and the crowd lets them know they do.

I look around at the people I know, and see that they are mesmerized. The band treats it as a medley, transitioning into Shake, Rattle and Roll, Peggy Sue, Jailhouse Rock, and At the Hop. The interpretive and enthusiastic dancing has drawn a crowd up front, as it usually does, and all our friends and family join the throng, except Mom and Dad, who sit with me. About half the people on the dance floor around the band are dancing, the rest are watching and clapping. Katy spots all the people she knows, makes the “Oh my!” gesture with her hand to her mouth, and gives them all killer smiles.