“Where is she?” Sarah said when I opened the door.
“Calm down Sarah and wait in the living room, please.”
“Hey Mr.S!” came Jenna, bouncing her way through the door
“Hello, Mr. Sherpnel.” Said Amanda, followed by the pizza boy, who was doing his best to stare at Amanda’s ass.
“Eyes up here, friend, she’d eat you alive.” I said.
“Sir, you have to tell me your secret.”
I leaned out of the door frame and looked around like I was making sure no one was listening.
“You see the one with the scar?”
The pizza boy nodded
“I killed the asshole that gave her that. That and the fact I have a nine inch cock helps”
The pizza boy’s eyes went white as he handing me the bill
I handed him the money along with a big tip for the boy. I took the pizza to the living room, where the four women were chatting.
“Yay pizza!” yelled Jenna, running and grabbing the boxes from me. She looked suspiciously at them then gave me a dirty look, “anchovies?”
“Of course” I laughed.
“So, who’s the father?” asked Sarah.
Heather gave me a worried look. I shrugged, “might as well.”
“Sarah, don’t lose your cool, as I initiated it…”
“Who?” Sarah demanded
“I am.” I said, stealing everyone’s attention.
“What. The. Fuck. Arthur.” Sarah said. If looks could kill, I would be pushing up daisies.
“Sarah, listen…” Sarah began to explain the course of the couple of weeks. When she finished, the living room fell silent
Sarah spoke first.”Heather, do you realize what you’ve done? What you’re asking of us? You’re asking us to cover for you.”
“I know”
“Arthur, you’re not blameless here either. You could have stopped this and nipped it in the bud. Sarah I understand you were trying to help your dad, but this? You never bothered to ask anyone for their advice or anything. Have you even tried to think of the repercussions? Arthur could go to prison for statutory rape. I could go for conspiracy to commit statutory…”
“let me intervene there Sarah. I actually looked into that. At the age of 16, state law mandates that she is physically an adult and thus, legal with her parents consent. So, on that note no one is going to prison. At eighteen, she doesn’t need her parent’s consent.”
“Dammit Arthur, it’s the principle of the matter. Fuck, now I lost my train of thought” she pressed her hand to her forehead, “how are you going to afford everything the baby will need with just and author’s salary?”
“savings account” I said
“savings… wait when did you set up a savings account?”
“fonty beers abo.” I said with a mouthful of pizza.
“twenty…”she hesitated. “Arthur how much money do you have?”
“four hundred and ninety-two million, nine hundred and forty-five thousand, six hundred and seventy two dollars and forty five cents. Since I last checked.”
Everybody just looked at me.
“what, is there something on my face?” I said, obliviously
“Mr.S, you’re a millionaire? And you live in a four bedroom house? Five if you count the basement.”
“I actually have been looking for an excuse to expand it. Look I know what money does to people and Tracy and I agreed that it was better to live simply than to live luxuriously. I live in this house because Tracy loved it and it grew onto me. When Heather was born Tracy said it was to be converted to her college fund. After I put some of it on a CD and locked it, I began to build it again.”
“wow. That’s just….. wow Arthur, I never knew.”
“now as I said, I plan to expand on the house, and how much depends on your next decision. I would like some help for Heather and I, when the baby is born, and I am willing to pay all the finances. Heather will be pulled out of school until the baby is born, and I’m sure she would like friend around to keep her company. God knows I can be a stick in the mud. The add-on rooms will be built with enough room for one person to live in. I plan to redo this part of the house as well, basement excluded. If you agree, that is”
“do we have to pay rent?” asked Amanda.
“only if you want.” I said “my account jumps up every year when I do my taxes, and when I get paid I take a part of the royalties from my books and stick the rest into it, so I have plenty. Ask Sharon, because I actually own the editing office. She runs everything and keeps what it makes in income, but I own the deeds to it. So, in a nutshell, I don’t need rent. If you want to pay me, fine, I’ll stick it in another account for you to use later.”
“why us? Why not hire a nanny?” asked Sarah
“as I said I prefer things simpler, because I trust you more, because Heather needs her friends, because you’re a trained nurse, Sarah. Pick any of those and it would be the truth. Sarah if you want, I can put you back in school for your PhD. I have no qualms what so ever. I need this because I won’t always be here. I have conferences and book signings that I have to go to. “
“I have two words, Mr.S, holy and shit, batman. Where do I sign?” said Jenny
“I’m in, if you can get my professor off my ass”
“I don’t meddle in school work, Amanda”
“ no the guy’s in his eighties and is always trying to hit on me. He is quite literally always on my ass. I tried to report it but he and the dean are like brothers or something and he’s starting to take it out of my grades. That in turn is affecting work which makes Sharon get onto me, which stresses me out beyond comprehension.”
“that makes it another affair entirely. I’ll have a talk with Sharon, and see what I can work out. As for college, I’ll talk to my old friend in the council and find out what the problem is, ok.”
“thank you Mr. Sherpnel”
“what about you, Sarah?” I said turning to Sarah.
Sarah looked up with tears running down her face.
“all this time…” she said grinning “ are you the David got shanked? Did you pay someone off?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about” I said honestly. I really didn’t have a clue that David was even dead. I mean, there was no love loss there, I mean the guy was lower that the worm shit in the manure that a farmer uses to fertilize his crops in my eyes.
“I’ll do it on one condition.” Sarah said.
“and what would that be?” I asked
“pay for Amanda and Jenna’s college tuition, until up to their fourth years.”
“that’s kind of already been done.” I said scratching my nose. “I began putting money away for them when we met.”
Amanda’s face lit up “ so you’re the anonymous sponsor!!! I tried to find out who you were for the longest of time. Good job, even a private investigator couldn’t find out who you were.”
I laughed at the complement
Sarah was shocked.
“why?” she said
“because Tracy asked me to.” I said. The air in my lungs vanished as I got hit by a hug with the force of a mac truck. What was with women and powerful hugs? I mean their arms aren’t that thick.
“ I was actually hoping to hear yes but…”
“Arthur I could kiss you right now.” Sarah said picked herself out of me
“so kiss him.” Said Heather, speaking up for the first time
Her exclamation shocked me. What was she doing? Sarah shocked me more by actually following through! I think everyone had forgotten the pizza.
When Sarah pulled back, I noticed how beautiful she really was. The scar went from her hairline down along her jaw line kind of framing her face with a pencil eraser thick line that faded as it got to her chin. Eyes like pecans in color and ruby red lips that kind of stood out thanks to the pink of the scar. Her hair wasn’t as long as Amanda’s was; it went down to her shoulders.
“so Mr.S, when do we move in?” said Amanda, breaking up the reverie.
At first I couldn’t think of what she was talking about, then my train of thought realigned itself.
“the architect will be here tomorrow at 1230 to draw up the plans. I’m relying on the four of you to tell me what your thoughts are to the add-ons. I want to add an underground pool with a workout room, sauna, and jaccusi, an entertainment room, attic, the rooms for the three of you, and a panic room.”
The girls laughed, including Heather.
“so does that mean we need to buy swim suits?” said Heather, thoroughly amused.
“well, unless all of you want me to see you nude, I would suggest it. I don’t mind either way, because no one but the four of you would see my pasty white ass.”
Everyone laughed.
“Mr.S, what about a tanning booth?” said Jenna
“first off, my name is Arthur. Mr., sir, or anything but daddy, makes me feel old, and only Sarah can call me that.”
“why doesn’t daddy make you feel old?” said Sarah.
“well, it’s hard to explain. Only Heather has ever called me that.” I said scratching my nose and sitting down in my recliner.
“mom, remember how we always wondered how Mr.… Arthur always had the best tech? Well now we know.” Said Jenna, laughing.
“you never answered my question, Arthur.” Said Amanda.
“when can you move it? Well that’s up to your mom and Heather. If they don’t mind then as far as I’m concerned than you can move in today.”
“actually, I like that idea,” said Heather.
“how much of our stuff do we need to bring with us?”asked Sarah.
“as much as you want. A buddy of mine works at the movers in town and he owes me a favor, so I can have the out there before you. I will also pay for cleaners so that your landlord won’t bitch about the apartment being left a mess.” For the things that won’t fit yet I’ll open a storage to put them in. i.e. beds, dressers, couches, pretty much furniture altogether. Bring your clothes, your books, and any small items. Don’t worry about your food, as I have plenty. So yeah, when and whatever you deem necessary.
settle down settle down the next one will be out soon. but as i’m running out of ideas, advice or suggestions always welcome. please leave your interesting comments in the section below and i will do my best to incorporate it into my story. so recap: no trolls, lesbians welcome, juggalos wanted. hold your hatchet high.
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