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Tales of the Golden Mule (c) Copyright 1999 by artie@netgate.net This work
may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written
permission of the author.
A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not
an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if
all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read
something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.
Part 4
We woke to the alarm the next morning. I thought to myself this has got
to stop; I don't need alarm clocks anymore. I looked at it; we had plenty
of time. I got up and went to the bathroom. I was feeling pretty good,
even a bit randy.
I climbed back into bed and snuggled up. As I did, giving Nancy a
squeeze, she said, "Oof -- I'll be right back." I laughed and gave her a
kiss on the side as she got out of bed.
As she got back in, she said, "Scoot over to the middle." I did so. She
moved over on top of me, and started sliding her breasts up my body slowly.
I made encouraging noises.
She slowed to let me adore her nipples. After a brief period on each, I
had an idea. "Higher," I said.
She slid a little higher, so her navel was near my chest. "Higher,
higher," I repeated.
After a couple more tries, and with a giggle, she was straddling my
head. "That's good, right there," I told her. She moved a pillow beneath
my head, tucking me into her crotch. She smelled divine and tasted better.
I started slowly on her thighs, moving my hands on her bottom. She wiggled
with approval. As I moved in for the main course she became more animated,
and louder.
As I finally focused on her clit, sucking on it and flicking it with my
tongue as I squeezed her bottom, she moaned and shook the bed as she came.
I kept going. She said, "Stop, please!" but I kept going, holding her
to me. She shuddered again, her weight coming down more on me, then slid
down my body.
She slid down, and down, and down, until she slid on to me. We both
moaned as we slid together. There was something so fulfilling about her
weight on top of me.
She moved slowly but strongly. I started to put my hands around her
waist but she grabbed my wrists and pulled them up over my head. Leaning
over, holding my hands, her breasts brushed my face. It was all too much;
I moaned and came inside her. As I did, she let go of one hand and held my
head to a nipple.
After a while we staggered to the bathroom and showered together, both
of us still in a daze.
As we dried off, she said, "You must be feeling better this morning."
I looked over to her, watching her comb out her hair. "You felt
wonderful."
She laughed and came over to me, giving me a hug. "That was fabulous."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it; I certainly did."
She gave me a raised eyebrow. "You liked going down on me?"
I nodded. I felt myself stiffening again. "Yup, just look. You are
delicious."
She sighed and smiled.
"He didn't do that for you?" I asked. I knew I was taking a chance.
She shook her head. "No, never, even though I did him."
I laughed a bit.
She said, "What?"
I shook my head. "You know what a 69 is?" She nodded. "Well, it sounds
like we both did 68. We'd go down on them and they'd owe us one."
That got a laugh. We kissed briefly and got dressed. We had a light
breakfast, then headed for Jill's office.
As we drove, I thought about things: Janet's car, the townhouse, and my
car. We'd talked to a real estate broker a few weeks ago about selling the
townhouse. I thought it would be so we could move to someplace nicer. Now
I wasn't that sure. I knew I didn't want to live there anymore.
And what about me? In a few days I would be sterile as a door post.
What if Nancy wanted children? I knew from preop discussions with the
doctor that reversals of the procedure he used were 95% successful within
four years. Should we try and bank the next few samples? Wait a minute --
what am I thinking? I sighed again.
We arrived at Jill's office and went back to the same conference room.
The usual crowd was there, as was a young black man. I extended my hand
and said, "Good morning, I'm Bill."
He shook my hand and said, "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Duncan." He
handed me his card. He was a tax attorney and CPA.
Jill said, "Duncan is a law school friend; he got me through tax and I
got him through remedies. He's one of the best in the valley."
We sat down and went over things. I knew I wanted a rundown on assets,
and wanted it done by someone outside the firm handling things for John.
Jill, Mindy, and Duncan all thought that was a good idea. I also wanted a
rundown on what that firm was doing, and how much it was costing me.
I looked Duncan in the eye and asked him if he'd reviewed things. He
admitted he'd only had a few hours. It was fairly straightforward, yet had
a lot of details.
I asked him point blank. "If I decide I want to move this work, do you
feel qualified to handle it?"
He smiled and nodded, and said, "Yes."
He had some questions for me, such as who'd done our taxes for the last
few years; he'd need copies of them. I smiled and told him "MacInTax" and
that I'd get him copies. He laughed and told me I wouldn't be using
MacInTax any more.
We talked a bit about Janet's stock options, the townhouse, our cars. I
wanted to get rid of the townhouse, and her car, and do it in a way that
would minimize the tax consequences. Duncan and Jill told me I was
thinking along the right path; tax consequences could be severe if I wasn't
careful. I needed to move carefully.
We loaded into Karen's Jeep again for the trip to the other law office.
Mindy and Duncan rode in a separate car. Once we started moving, Jill
turned to Nancy and I. We were sitting in the back, holding hands.
"Bill, Nancy," she began. "Karen told me about wanting help cleaning
out your ex's things. We talked to another friend of mine, a counselor.
Her strong recommendation is that we can help, but you two need to do it.
Think of it as a ritual, a closing; you need to bring this whole experience
to a close. Bill, she's on your benefit plan, so you can talk to her at no
charge. She even volunteered to come see you."
I sighed and squeezed Nancy's hand. "I understand. Sort of cleaning
them out of our lives?"
Jill nodded. "Yes, that's it."
I looked at Nancy. "We can do that. It sounds like the right thing to
do."
We had our meeting in Palo Alto. We dealt with a silver-haired
forked-tongue character in an expensive suit who kept emphasizing the
number of years he'd worked with John. One of his underlings grimaced
every time he did this; he had more sense than his senior partner. I
signed surprisingly few pieces of paper. Ownership of most big things,
such as real estate and investments was held in the trust. I now had
signature on a couple bank accounts; the banks would be contacted today. I
almost laughed at one point; it was like being a kid again. I was on an
allowance, but it was a really big allowance.
Our silver-haired host started asking me about taxes, wills, and such. I
told him my attorney was handling that. He asked who on his staff that
was, and I politely told him it was not someone on his staff. He started
in on his having worked with John on this for so many years spiel, and I
cut him short.
"You seem to think that's something positive, an advantage. You've
forgotten that your dear friend John was a married man having an affair
with my wife, and was planning on serving Nancy with divorce papers shortly
after they returned from Europe."
He started rambling about confidentiality and privilege, even if he did
know anything about such a thing. I called him on that quick, giving him
the date John had on his calendar for serving Nancy. That quieted him
down.
Jill told them what we wanted as far as summary information, and that
Mindy and Duncan would be reviewing the files for me. Silver-hair took
umbrage at this, until I interrupted and told him I was loathe to move the
work -- at this time. He caught my drift and changed directions very
quickly. He'd be happy to provide whatever information we needed. He
looked forward to working with me, and my representatives. We shook hands
shortly thereafter and the meeting ended. I shook down the young attorney
who'd looked upset at his senior's demeanor for a business card; I might
want him handling more of this.
I regretted not getting a financial/tax advisor earlier. Janet and I
had talked about it, knowing we'd need help once we were in a position to
exercise her options, but we hadn't done anything. If we had, I might have
had someone I could be more sure of. Or could I with Janet involved? I
started wringing my fingers as I walked; money makes you paranoid.
On the way out to the parking lot, Nancy asked, "What are you doing?"
I said, "Counting my fingers after shaking silver head's hand."
The others laughed. Jill said, "He's just from the old school. He did
come around, didn't he?"
I grunted. "Yeah, after I put a knife to his throat."
Jill continued "And he responded nicely. See, there may be hope for him
yet. Did you notice some of the others were horrified at the way he went
on?"
"About John? Yes. One in particular cringed visibly every time he said
the name. I got his card -- Marshall. We might steer things his way if he
checks out."
I shook hands with Duncan again. "Duncan, don't let them give you any
shit. If they do, let us know about it and we'll stir things up."
He smiled and said, "I'm sure things will go smoothly."
Mindy and Duncan took off; the remaining four of us got into Karen's car
yet again. "Would anyone be interested in seeing my new office?" I asked.
Karen laughed and said, "Why yes, thank you so much for asking!"
The office was in a suite in Sunnyvale. As we drove I asked, "Karen,
any luck with those fax numbers?"
She nodded. "We've got the address of a townhouse in Sunnyvale, about
three blocks from the office. I'm still working on Tahoe; the phone
company records up there are a mess. Mindy is going over to the townhouse
and then meeting us at the office."
The office was pretty Spartan, two rooms. One room had a small meeting
table and chairs and doubled as a reception area of sorts. The other room
was set in a now familiar style with desk, futon, filing cabinet, fax, and
computer; all the same as we'd seen before.
Karen led the rifling, and led it in a most methodical fashion. One
desk drawer coughed up sets of keys clearly labeled with addresses: the
Woodside house, the beach house, Sunnyvale, and Tahoe. We now knew our
four locations. Jill pulled out her cell phone and called Mindy, telling
her we had what we needed for now, and asking her to see how those places
were held. Since we hadn't seen a detailed asset listing yet, we didn't
know if they were held by the trust, leased, or what.
I went through the computer. This seemed to be his central site.
Nothing was encrypted, although he was set up to work with encrypted files.
He seemed to be quite methodical about keeping everything up to date on all
the systems.
We found a fairly detailed set of accounting records on the computer.
From that we learned that our two mystery women were named Gail and
Christine. From the calendars, we guessed that Christine was local, and
Gail was in Tahoe. Dear John spent a few grand a month on goodies for his
girls -- except for Nancy it seemed.
Mindy arrived with lunch from a nearby sandwich shop. We kept on
digging. After a while I noticed Nancy was sitting on the futon looking
dazed. I sat next to her, feeling the same; it was pretty overwhelming.
The three ladies worked busily for a while before Mindy noticed us. She
poked Jill.
Jill said, "Pretty intense, isn't it? Want Mindy to take you back to
the office so you can get your car? We can meet again at the restaurant."
We both thought that sounded good. I pocketed the keys to the Sunnyvale
place. I wanted Nancy and I to go in there first. Mindy gave us a ride.
We got Nancy's car and headed back to the Woodside house.
Once home, we went right to the bedroom, set the alarm clock, and lay
down for a nap.
I slept for an hour or so, waking up to a full bladder. I got up
carefully and went to the bathroom. Then I went downstairs to the office.
I noodled around on the computer for a while. I was taking notes with
my favorite fountain pen. I'd set it down near the back of the desktop; I
have a phobia about pens dropping on the floor. When they do, they usually
destroy the nib. I wasn't paying attention, and I ended up pushing my
notepad up a bit. I grabbed for the pen just as the notepad pushed it off
the back of the desk, into the gap between the desk and the wall.
I peered over the edge. It was pretty tight. I'd have to move the
whole damn desk to get my pen. As I felt along the edge of the desktop in
the rear, my hand found something. It felt like a latch. I wiggled things
and got it to move. With a click, that section of the desktop slid forward
on rails revealing a compartment three feet wide, about a foot long, and
eight inches deep. I looked again and saw my pen had fallen to the side,
and was actually accessible from under the desk. I retrieved it and then
started inventorying the puzzle drawer.
First was an envelope containing $5300 in crisp one hundred dollar
bills. Next were a Sony digital camcorder and some tapes. I'd wondered why
he had all the video editing software on these machines. Along with the
tapes were more Jaz disks. That makes sense -- use them for the video
editing. There were a few bottles of pills. I recognized Viagra, and
thought one of the others was a tranquilizer. I wrote down the names for
later research.
The Jaz disks were labeled Goodies, Janet, Chris, and Gail. I kept the
disks out and closed the now not so secret compartment.
I popped the Goodies disk into the machine. It wasn't encrypted. Of
the folders present, I opened the one labeled MLOOPS. Inside were a bunch
of QuickTime files. I reached over and turned down the volume on the
external speakers, then double clicked the Janet file.
I was treated to a looping video clip of my ex-wife. She was naked and
seemed to be tied to a bed, it looked like on a dark colored fur spread or
something similar. She was quivering and twitching, eyes mostly closed.
Looking closer I could see what looked like a butterfly vibrator strapped
to her. It looked as if there was something on her face. I paused
playback and looked at a couple of frames. Okay, it was a nasal cannula
and a hose leading off to one side. Pretty kinky honey, I never knew you
went in for such things. I hit play again, and turned up the volume a bit.
I was rewarded with her loud moaning, obviously going through a very
intense orgasm. Playback reached the end and looped back to begin again. I
let it run through another cycle before I stopped it.
I sighed. I was getting good at decoding John's acronyms. I'd guess
this one was masturbation loops. Strange, it didn't seem very erotic to me
now. I selected the file and was about to do a get info on it to see when
it was created. Who the fuck cares? It doesn't matter.
I looked at the clock. The alarm would be going off in a few minutes.
How much of this do I tell, and to whom? I definitely wanted to check out
the other desks now. Oh well.
I stood up and shut down the computer, putting the disks back in the
compartment and closing it. I wasn't going to let this disturb dinner
tonight.
I went upstairs and turned off the alarm, then leaned over Nancy and
kissed her awake.
"Time to wake up, my sleeping beauty," I said softly.
She turned on to her back and put her arms around me. "Are you my
Prince Charming?"
I smiled and sighed. "I don't feel very charming right now. Shower? I
need one."
I did. I felt dirty after finding those disks and tapes. I helped her
up, and we showered together, dried each other, dressed, and hit the road
again.
On the way to the restaurant in Palo Alto she said, "You found something
this afternoon, didn't you?"
I put a hand on her thigh. "Yes, I did. I need to talk to Jill about
it first."
She sighed. "That bad?"
I shook my head. "Not bad, just weird. I'll talk to Jill first. I
promise I won't hold anything back from you, but I'm not sure if you want
to know about this just yet."
She put a hand on mine. "Bill, I trust you."
We got held up in traffic and were the last of the group to arrive. We
let valet parking take care of the car.
We walked up to the host; I said, "Reservation for five..." as I read
down his list, looking at it upside down. I wasn't sure how it would be
listed. Then I saw it and laughed; the initials and Jill's last name. I
pointed to it on the list and said, "That's us."
He said, "Very good. Please follow me."
He led us to a private room. The three ladies were there, sipping
champagne. Two glasses were poured for us.
"A toast," I said, raising my glass.
"To what?" Karen asked.
Jill laughed. "Tell them, or should I?"
I chuckled. They hadn't seen it this morning at the lawyer's office,
and nobody had said it out loud.
I took a deep breath and raised my glass. "This has been an incredible
trip, the last few days. For all the bad, there has been an incredible
amount of good, especially in the people I've met. It's an understatement
to say these events have changed our lives. Once I'm sure this isn't a
dream, or a nightmare, I intend to quit working. I do have another job
lined up, besides solving some puzzles that have been left for us. I
intend to be more active in the running of the trust. The change I
requested Jill to make yesterday afternoon was a change in the name. Would
you like to know the new name?"
I looked around, waiting for agreement and encouragement.
I took Nancy's free hand in mine. "Time and events make us what we are,
like it or not. I'm going to learn to like it. Here's a toast to the
Golden Mule Trust, for time and events have made me... The Golden Mule."
I drained my glass and set it down. Jill and Mindy emptied theirs as
well. Nancy and Karen were still shocked. After a moment they both had a
sip. Then Jill started applauding. The others put down their glasses and
applauded as well. Nancy looked teary; I gave her a hug, which she
returned. Then I went over and hugged Jill, Karen, and Mindy.
Jill refilled the glasses and raised hers. "Bill, Nancy, I'm looking
forward to working with you for a long time, and more important, to being
friends for a long time."
"What I need now more than anything is good friends and good advice," I
said, hugging Nancy around the waist with one arm.
We had a wonderful meal. It should have been for what it cost me. I
guess I was pushing things a little, looking impatient. Karen finally
asked "Are you in a hurry to get home?" with a sly smile.
I sighed a bit. "Actually, Jill, I'd like you to take me over to the
office, and then take me home if you could. Nancy," I squeezed her hand
and looked at her, "we won't be long."
She said, "I understand."
We did manage to finish dessert and coffee (I don't drink the stuff),
and left around nine.
Riding over with Jill she said, "What did you find?"
I said, "Let's check the office. I don't know what to do."
We got to the office, unlocked it, and went in. I went over to the desk
and reached behind the desktop panel. There was the latch. I slid it and
revealed the compartment. No video camera in this one, but an envelope
with rubber bands around it, and some disk cartridges.
There was $12,700 in the envelope. There were the same labeled disks:
Goodies, Janet, Chris, and Gail.
"What about the cash?" I asked Jill.
She shrugged her shoulders. "It's yours. What about the disks?"
I held the Goodies disk in my hand and sighed. "Home movies, and not
the kind you'd show your saintly grandmother. I've just looked at one file
on this one, but I'd guess the rest are similar."
She sighed and shook her head. "And your question is?"
"I think I should just erase the lot; tapes, disks. Is that okay? What
about Nancy?"
Jill nodded. "What about Nancy? Is she on any of them?"
I shrugged. "Haven't seen anything with her name on it; I doubt it.
What should I tell her?"
Jill looked at me. "What do you think you should tell her?"
I sighed. "I thought you were supposed to be my counsel."
She chuckled. "That doesn't mean I'm always going to give you the
answers, especially when you need to find them yourself. What do you feel
is right?"
I nodded again. "I think I should tell Nancy he made a bunch of tapes,
and we're going to erase them as fast as we find them."
"And if she asks more questions?"
"I'll show her the one that I looked at. The only one I think I'll look
at, although we could find out what our other two mystery gals look like."
Jill looked up for a moment. "So you think he replicated this as well?"
"Don't know why not. The pattern fits so far."
Jill looked down and sighed again, shaking her head. "So what are we
going to do now?"
I closed up the compartment, keeping the disks, tapes, and cash. "Drop
me off at the house, please."
We turned things off and left.
On the way to the house we talked a little about the next week or two.
Jill and her crew would be reviewing things. Karen would be available to
help. We needed to decide about the Tahoe place, especially now that we
had the address. I told Jill that Nancy and I would go over to the
Sunnyvale place tomorrow and check things out; we'd call if we needed
anything. I'd leave my cell phone on in case she needed to talk to us.
When I went in the house, Nancy was standing in front of one of the
large windows, looking out at the darkness. She turned and looked at me
hesitantly. "Bill?"
I smiled and walked to her, giving her a hug. "It's okay; it's okay.
I'll show you what I found. I just wanted to talk to Jill first, to see if
there were any legal issues. I'm not going to hide things from you, good
or bad."
We walked down to the office. I put down the bag with the disks and
loot, then opened up the secret compartment. I took out the camcorder,
disks, and tapes, then handed Nancy the envelope containing the cash.
"Nancy, did dear John ever make videos of you, of the two of you, in
bed?"
She got a little pale. "No, never... That I know of."
I sat her down on the futon and sat next to her. "Well, dear John made
movies of Janet, Christine, and Gail. That's what I found, that and the
cash and such. I looked at one movie, of Janet. I talked to Jill, and I
intend to erase them all. I told you I wouldn't hold anything back. The
one I saw wasn't taken anyplace I've seen yet. We need to go to the
Sunnyvale house tomorrow. If you want to see the one I saw, I'll show it
to you."
She leaned back against the futon. "That bastard. How long was this
going on?"
I snorted. "Do you really want an answer to that question? We know he
was porking Janet for just over six months."
She looked at me, giving me a look of incredulity. "No, I don't want to
know how long, not yet at least. And I think I would like to see the movie
you looked at."
I took a deep breath. "Okay."
I powered up the computer and put in the disk. I opened the folder,
checked the volume, and started it playing. After looping through twice, I
stopped it.
Nancy had a weird smile on her face. She took my hands. "Well, Janet
certainly had a good body. And it looked like she was having a very good
time. We never did anything like that. He never asked me. Actually, it
looked like it might be fun."
I sighed a little and hugged her. "You're taking this better than I
did. Want to see some more?"
She laughed and pushed away from me a little. "Not a chance. Let's
save that one folder, though. Then let's get rid of the rest."
I nodded and dumped out the contents of the bag. She gasped. "That's
from the office?"
"Yup. More of the same. A creature of some habit, and of some kinky
habits at that."
"How much money is here?"
"Around twenty thousand, counting both locations. Jill says it's mine.
I say it's ours. Need to do any shopping?"
She laughed, shaking her head, and put the cash in one of the desk
drawers. "And we haven't even checked the wall safe yet. That's got our
passports, and I know it has some cash as well."
I deleted the other folders and files on the disk, then started Norton
Wipe Info scrubbing the free space on the disk. "This will take some time.
We'll get a bulk eraser for the tapes, although I might just burn them."
Nancy was still smiling, shaking her head slowly from side to side.
"What a kinky old goat! And no wonder he discouraged me from learning how
to use computers. He didn't want me even using email."
"Oho..." I said out loud. "That's something I haven't even checked
yet." He probably used email to send updates around, at least for small
things such as calendar files.
Nancy stood up. "It can wait. We need to go to bed."
I looked up at her. "I don't know if I'll be able to sleep."
She smiled. "I know a good cure for that, just leave it to me."
She helped me stand up. I slid up her body, enjoying the way she felt.
After we cleaned up, we got in bed. Or, I did. After I got in she
said, "Forgot something. Be right back."
Likely story, I thought. I got into bed and closed my eyes. My head
was still swimming from the day.
She rejoined me in bed. I started rolling over to her, but she
whispered, "Stay on your back, you're still recovering, remember?"
Never argue with a woman, I've always been told; a good lesson to learn.
She slid down me, tantalizing me with her hands, her breasts, her lips, and
her hair. As she slid up to kiss me, I could smell perfume. When she slid
up further to bury my head in her breasts, I was awash in it. She slid on
to me and rocked me back and forth, holding me to a breast. I was so lost
in her; I let go and let it happen.
After coming deep inside her, she cleaned us up with a towel, then we
rolled to one side and she drew me to her once again. I went to sleep in
her arms.
In the morning we held each other quietly, then got up and showered
together. As we dried off, I told her, "Last night with you was
incredible; I've never experienced anything like that."
She smiled as she toweled her hair. "I liked it too."
"Was that?..." I started to ask, realizing I was on thin ice.
But she laughed. "One of dear John's favorites? Far from it. He had
to be on top all the time, always in control of things." Then she paused
and continued more softly, "at least with me."
I stepped behind her and dried her back some, kissing her shoulders.
"Janet would be on top some times, but with her it felt like a dominance
thing, especially lately. With you, you felt so gentle, so passionate. I
was so lost."
She turned around and we hugged. "Thank you for telling me," she said.
"Oh... John never told me how he felt."
And I seldom told Janet how I felt, I thought to myself, a thought that
quickly deflated my growing erection. "Well, I'll try. I'll let you know
how I feel. I'll need help. Don't let me hold things in."
We got dressed, had a bite to eat, and headed over to the Sunnyvale
place. We stopped on the way at a Rat Shack and bought a bulk tape eraser.
I paid cash.
It was an upscale townhouse in a nice complex. It was near a good-sized
swimming pool and tennis courts.
"You know, I haven't been in the pool yet at the big house," I told
Nancy as we walked through the complex looking for "our" address.
She put a hand on my back. "It's great at night. We'll have plenty of
opportunities."
We got to the door. I fished the keys out of my pocket. A paper tag
had "alarm code 4127" written on it. I opened the door and we went in.
The alarm panel was inside the door. I punched in the numbers and the
green light came on.
We looked around. It was a good-sized two story unit, bigger and better
than my townhouse. Nice kitchen, little dining area, living area with a
mondo stereo and television set. Half bath downstairs, then the office.
The office setup was a cookie cutter copy of the others. We walked into
the office together. I walked over and felt for the latch, opened the
compartment. There was the camera. There were the tapes and disks. There
was the envelope. I took them all out and closed the compartment. Nancy
found the case for the camera, as well as other camera stuff, in the
closet.
I plugged in the tape eraser. We had tapes for Janet and Chris, and
disks for Janet, Chris, and Gail. I did about thirty seconds on each with
the eraser. I'd reformat the disks later; I wasn't sure about the tapes.
I'd probably just burn them in the fireplace.
After that was done, we went upstairs. A small bedroom was pretty bare,
mainly cushions on the floor. Some were covered in a dark colored fake
fur.
We walked into the master bedroom. I recognized it; we both did. This
is where the video of Janet had been made. A king-size bed dominated the
room. It was covered in a fake fur spread. The lighting was diffuse
through the curtained windows. I felt Nancy next to me; I put an arm
around her and held her close. She held me.
I walked into the bathroom. It was quite nice, with a Jacuzzi-style
tub, shower, and twin sinks. The floor, counters, and shower were done in
marble. Not half bad, I thought. I looked in a couple drawers. The usual
stuff, with one drawer containing a few bottles of pills. I recognized the
Viagra. Good old John -- better living through chemistry.
I thought I heard a gasp from the bedroom. I walked out and saw Nancy
standing in front of a closet. I couldn't see into it from where I was
standing, so I walked over to her.
Hanging in the closet was an amazing assortment of lingerie. Next to
the lingerie were some hanging dresses, long velvet ones. A closed full
length clothes bag hung next to them, and in the corner was a gas bottle
setup similar to the one I'd seen at the big house. This one had a third
smaller unit on it, seemingly added as an afterthought.
"What's Halothane?" I asked Nancy, reading the label on the small one.
She was going through the clothing still. "Not sure. An anesthetic of
some kind."
There was a set of drawers in the middle of the closet. Most of them
were empty. One held four padded restraints. We'd seen them in the movie
as well. Another held a variety of vibrators and dildos.
Nancy turned to me. I looked in her eyes. Suddenly she burst out
laughing. Hell, it was either that or cry, so I joined her laughing,
holding her.
We moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, still holding each other,
still laughing. The spread felt very nice. Old John may have been kinky,
but he had some good ideas.
Nancy looked at me as she ran her hand along the spread. "Let's make
love," she whispered. I held her and whispered back, "Bathroom first."
She dug her fingers into my back, making me twitch. "Aren't you the
hopeless romantic!" Then she hugged me and said, "But you're right."
We got up and went to the bathroom. As I was finishing up on the
toilet, she was going through more drawers. "Oh my!" she said.
I flushed and stood up. "What did you find?"
She pointed to the drawer. It had a wide assortment of perfumes, none
of them cheap.
"Have a favorite?" she asked me with a seductive smile.
I sighed, feeling myself growing harder by the moment.
"Pick one and make it my favorite," I told her. "I'll be waiting for
you."
She gave my bottom a pat as I walked out.
I lay down on the bed. The spread did feel incredible. I rolled to my
stomach, sinking my face into the gap between the pillows, enveloped in
softness. My hips started moving on their own; I could get off quite
easily like this.
I rolled to my back again, more or less in the middle of the bed. I
remembered that video of Janet -- tied to the bed, thrashing in ecstasy.
"Want me to tie you down?"
I looked up, surprised, to see Nancy standing by the edge of the bed.
She was holding a towel and what looked like a little rug made from the
same spread material.
I laughed a little. "Not this time, unless you'd like to."
Her nostrils flared, her nipples were tight and erect as she crawled
onto the bed with me.
"Later. Right now, I want you in me," she growled. "Raise your hips."
I lifted my hips off the bed and she slid the section of spread material
under me. Old John was practical too -- easier to clean the little pieces
than the whole spread.
Then she was on top of me, kissing me hungrily, moving her body over
mine. She took me inside her; she was so wet and so tight. Then she sat
up and rocked slowly, one hand racing to her clit. She rocked on top of
me, eyes closed. I reached up and caressed her breasts, gently at first.
As she got closer to the edge, I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and
forefingers. That did the trick -- she moaned loudly and I felt her
quivering around me.
She fell forward, eyes half closed, and pulled my head to her breasts.
Once again I was enveloped in her warmth, softness, and perfume. I let go
and it only took her a few strokes to finish me off.
We lay together afterwards, covered by the heavy, soft spread. After
holding me to her for a while, we finally rolled apart. She sat up beside
me.
"Thanks, I needed that," she said.
I laughed and put a hand on her waist. "Any time. But I've got a
question."
"Okay, what?"
"Do I get to be on top some time?"
She laughed, her head going back. Then she leaned forward, pinning my
shoulders to the bed. She looked me in the eye and said, "Maybe, if you're
good."
I smiled up at her. "Well, was I good?"
She growled, "You were great," and we kissed some more.
We finally got up. I looked at the clock by the side of the bed --
almost eleven. It was the same Proton clock-radio I'd seen at the other
two places. He was a creature of some habit.
We dressed in the bathroom, where we'd dropped our clothes.
"What now?" Nancy asked.
"I thought I'd hit the confuser, start looking at email. You could
rifle the place some more, and maybe see about lunch?"
She gave me a hug. "Sounds good to me."
I went downstairs. Passing through the living room, I turned on the
stereo. He had a CD carousel hooked up to it, with the disk list neatly
printed out in a clear protective cover on top. It had lots of long, slow
stuff. I started an Enya album going and went to the office.
I noodled for a few minutes on the computer, playing with the Jaz disks.
The bulk tape eraser did indeed render them unreadable. Whether that
rendered them unrecoverable was a different question entirely. I did a
quick and dirty format; I'd do a more complete wipe later on.
I was looking through one of the manuals when I heard noise from the
doorway and turned around.
Nancy swept into the room, wearing a full length fur coat. She let it
fall open and pulled my head to her breast; she was naked underneath the
coat. All of a sudden I was enveloped in perfume, soft fur, and her again.
I put my arms around her, feeling the soft fur, and held on to her. She
held my head and moved it around, laughing softly.
I turned us a little and pushed over to where I thought the futon was. I
guessed right. I put her down on her back and lay on top of her, still
caught up in her hands and the coat. I managed to get a hand from her
waist and in between her legs. She was hot and wet. I started teasing her
gently.
"Oh yes, yes," she moaned as she moved my head, squeezing me to her
breast.
It didn't take very long for her to come; I felt her shudder around the
finger I'd slipped inside her, teasing her magic spot from the inside.
It was hard but I pulled free of her arms. I took off my shirt, then
got rid of my pants and underwear as quickly as I could. Then I slid back
down on her, and into her. Her legs locked around mine at one end and our
lips locked together at the other. She tilted her hips somehow and I was
even deeper inside her. We slid together and apart, together and apart.
She put one hand behind my head and slid the other down my back. The
sensation of the fur around me, and the fur brushing my bottom pushed me
over the edge. I convulsed into her, going limp.
She laughed as she held me. "See, I said you could be on top if you
were good."
I laughed weakly, burying my face in the collar of the coat, floating in
her perfume and softness.
Eventually I pushed myself up onto my elbows. "Where did you find
that?" I asked.
She smiled and ran the sleeves of the coat over my sides, making me
shudder, and closing my eyes halfway.
"It was in the garment bag in the closet. I thought I'd surprise you."
I moaned. "Oh, you did. You can surprise me any time you like."
She laughed again as she slid her hands to my head. "Good, I'll do
that."
Then she pulled me to her and we kissed again.
I started slipping out of her. As I did she said, "Oops! I forgot to
get a towel."
I reached over and grabbed my underwear, handing them to her.
"Thanks," she said, lifting her hips and sliding my underwear between
her legs as I got up.
"I wonder what his cleaning bills were like?" I asked.
She laughed as she sat up on the futon. "We'll just learn to be
careful."
I sat back on the chair. She slowly stood, then walked over to me. She
drew me to her other breast, and held me again to the softness. I held my
arms around her waist as best I could.
She let me go and stepped back after a while. She reached up and
tousled my hair, then hugged me to her once more. "Oh, I hope you like
that as much as I do," she sighed.
"Mmmm..." was the only thing I could say. It was enough.
She let me go and stepped quickly to the doorway, stopping to reposition
my underwear. "I'm going to get dressed."
I sighed and watched her walk down the short hallway. When she was out
of sight I returned to the computer.
It took a few minutes for my head to clear. I'd figured out he had
things set up to establish a network connection automatically -- just
double click an icon. I was about to do that when Nancy came back into the
room, dressed normally this time.
I stood up and gave her a hug. "The refrigerator is pretty much bare,
except for wine and soft drinks. I'll go get us some lunch. Why don't you
chill some glasses for us?"
I gave her a squeeze and walked her to the door. After she left, I put
four wine glasses in to chill. Then it was back to the office. I put on
my pants and shirt.
I connected to the net and started the email program, Eudora Pro. Sure
enough, a set of updated calendar files arrived. I printed out his email
address book, then started the calendars printing out. I decided to print
out all of them, as far back and as far forward as they went, the funny
business one first.
That was going to take a while. This was a good time to take a break.
What the hell, I could use a glass of wine about now; it had been one hell
of a morning.
I opened a bottle of white wine, pouring myself a glass. I sat down on
the leather sofa in the living room to ponder and muse. When should I tell
my boss I was quitting? Should I flat out quit, or just take a leave of
absence (and probably quit later)? My car was an eight-year-old Mazda. I
wanted something new. What should I get? What should we do about this
place? Did I own it? Did the trust? I couldn't see keeping a third love
nest here in the valley. A place in Tahoe might be nice. We should go up
there next week. When was the trip to Europe? I'd never been there. I
think my passport is current.
I was deep in thought when I heard the door open. Moments later I heard
a voice say, "John? Oh I'm so glad..."
END of Part 4 Tales of the Golden Mule
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