One of the reasons mother left father was because of our math teacher Jill, she began to swell up to have a child.  I think it was a brother of sister of mine.  She was the best looking teacher and the best teacher, I learned higher math from her.

My father was 45 years old, and began to buddy around with me more.  Before mother left he was mostly going hither and yon on trips for business, and I went with him only a few times.

Besides Jill (my tutor) another reason for the divorce was mother’s marriage agreement where he agreed to only have one wife.  I didn’t know that was agreed to in the marriage contract.  I thought that dad just wanted one wife.  Well after mother was gone he talked and talked about that.

For awhile I just didn’t know exactly what my father did (I mean to make a living, work, profession)  After mother left I began traveling with father around the country and other countries to look at his properties, and search for other good deals to buy.

Sometimes we would land in Georgia and pick up people to show us land by air.  Father bought and sold large parcels of land.

Once we were in Florida and this old white-haired man wanted to sell us these gambling casinos and 5 large resorts on Daytona Beach.

The man’s name was Martin and he took me in one resort and let me meet his granddaughters who I guess lived in the resort with their mother.  They were all about my age, well I claimed to be almost 14.  They were the first non-slave children I had been around for ever and ever.  In England once I had met various cousins, but the cousins were stuffy.  The Martin girls were wearing bathing suits and took up with me, it was as if I was their best longest, oldest friend.  One of them Lyn said, “Your one of the only boys our mother has ever let us be around.

It was a bit uncomfortable trying to swim with the girls with so many bodyguards around me.  They even waded around me in the water and kept other people away from us.  Lyn, Betty and Joy thought it super that I was protected by 20 men.  What I didn’t tell them was that we were seeing just 20 men, there more around in the buildings and probably in boats off the coast.  My father and I were protected, and as I was swimming with Lyn she said, “My mother is afraid boys will pull my bathing suit off me and have me, she is not afraid about you.”

“Why do you think I look like I’m a harmless boy?”

“No because your father is as rich as God.”

“What does that have to do with pulling your pants down?”

“Well I get the impression that it would be OK if you did.  Your father she believes would make everything right.”

“Your suit is rather small.  I would like to get somewhere and see all of you.  I’ll be glad to let you see all of me.”

“We could go in the portable beach bathroom.  You can lock the door, it’s not romantic, but we could check out each others equipment”  Lyn said.

She whispered to her sisters about what we were going to do and they stayed outside.  I knew the bodyguards saw me go in with the girl.  They saw every move I made.

A bathroom is a really bad place to check equipment.  She played with my penis and I handled her breasts, and she explained how the check her virginity.  I put my fingers where she said and the hole seemed blocked.

“Break it if you want Rodney” she said, but to do that we would have to lay on the dirty floor.  Also the place smelled.  Well she checked me naked, both of us were without our suits.  She wanted to use the floor, or do it standing up.  She kept trying to talk me into doing what we both thought we knew how to do.  All the while people kept knocking on the door saying, “Go get a room!”  or “Get out of there or I’ll break the door — this is serious!”

She kept pointing at my erection, and I was aware of that.  In a clean bathroom or at night on a sandy beach it would be a go with me, but the shit smell, and people shouting outside the door.  We kissed and then after I held her back for a while my erection deflated and we bother made our exits.  I went first and she came five minutes later.  there was an angry line outside, and they didn’t look happy.  My bodyguards probably kept me from harm then. They pushed one big guy away from me.

All four of us went inside then, one sandy-haired bodyguard named Frank said, “I think master you have absorbed enough sun rays for this day.”  It also began to lightly rain, and that quickly changed to buckets of rain.

The mother set up a board game where the loser kissed the winner.  I was the winner almost every time and the mother Bet played with us, and she really kissed me.  All of them had bathing suits on and when they kissed me they rubbed up against me with their breasts.  It was better than a bunch of soft kittens, and more fun than I have ever had.

I heard Lyn whisper to her mother, “I’m still a virgin, the toilet floor was dirty.”  So I guess the mother wanted us to screw.  Different places have  various customs,   I really liked the customs of Daytona Beach Florida.

Father was late coming back from visiting the Martin property.

All the girls and the mother kissed me goodby before father and I were driven back to our airplane.  I really thought we were going to buy the casinos and resorts and stay at the beach awhile, but going to our Zenner Cruiser Jet father said, “The old man Martin is either in a shit load of financial trouble, or he was unreasonable about cash deals.”

“Did he ask too much dad?”  I said.

“Three hundred million credits son, and that may be a long-term value price, but he knew when I came that mine is a ‘quick sale,’ wholesale thing.”

“Oh”, I said, “well the girls were the most fun I ever had dad.”

“Really what was so much fun?”

“Everything, playing in the beach water and pool and they all really liked me even the mother.”

“Did they say anything about the deal with the grandfather son?”

“No sir, just that they thought you were richer than God and the mother usually didn’t let the girls even near boys, but with me anything was OK.”

“Did you talk about anything?  I mean was that sex son?”

“Yes, and I was willing with Lyn, but we went in the public beach toilet and checked each others private parts, but I didn’t want to have sex on a dirty floor in a shit smelly place.”

“Quite right, we can ‘being richer than God’, afford clean beds.”

“Will I ever see them again?”

“You really want to see them again?”

“Absolutely!  They are better than telescopes and remote-controlled rockets.”

“That is a very adult attitude Rodney.  I’ll try to work out a deal so you can have them.”

My thought was, ‘How is that possible, they are rich like we are.’

For the next two weeks we went to New York, and I was taken to several nightclubs where young women danced naked.  I liked that, my father said after one presentation, “Well does that help a fourteen year old grow up a little?”

“Yes sir, I got hard most of the time.”

“Boy, I wish I did.”  he said.

We went from New York where he bought some shopping centre and land, then we flew back to California where he did find me a dandy remote control rocket and I got a special telescope, on a clear night I could see Mars.  That made me think that he had heard that I wanted those things, but Lyn was forgotten about.  The Martin apartment at the resort was very large and what is called ‘well appointed’.  That means has about everything a resort apartment should have.  Not that I was an expert on rich looking places, but lots of things there looked solid gold.  I guess if the grandfather owns casinos and resorts worth 300 million, well that seems rather rich.  Some people are considered rich when they have earned one million.

Well father began looking for a new wife or wives and there was a dinner where I went with him to see Janice and Jennie who were sisters he might marry.  They lived in Grand Almond California, a seaside community, and their house was as big as ours. The sisters were church approved.  We flew to where they lived with Pastor Jenkins who was introducing them to dad.  I guess they were believing the things that one was supposed to believe — who knows.

Jenkins told jokes for the whole trip, and it was amusing at first.  He was acquainted with the prospective brides from the University of California where he was a student with them taking basic courses, when they were all young.

The pastor had a couple of folders that he gave dad to look at on the plane as we flew up for our weekend.  Father was going to have supper with the Cranks.  Yeah, really, that was their name.

Well he handed me the folder after he looked at it.  Mostly it was lots of pictures of each girl and statements about what they liked.  Janice liked cats, seafood, and the color red.  Jenie liked small dogs, children and to travel.

Both of them looked twenty something and good in bathing suits.  There was even a doctor’s report about their health, and a notation from the same woman doctor that on May 18th they were both intact virgins.  I guess that was sort of better than checking the cord in a dirty beach bathroom.  Lyn was much more beautiful than either of the U. of C. graduates in bathing suits.  Well that’s my opinion, everyone can have one.

When the plane landed the ‘want to be brides’ and their mother met us.

I’ve been to stage presentations where someone holds up a sign that says, ‘Clap now’, or ‘Cheer and clap.’  Well it was like cheerleaders jumping up and down at football games.  Both girls grabbed dad like they wanted to have sex with him right then and with me.  I was hugged and one said, ‘Oh your so adorable!’  and the other one lifted me off the ground in her hands and said, “Rodney your so big”.  Of course I know I’m not big enough, or even average big enough, for a boy almost fourteen.  I’m shorter than almost any 14-year-old boy I’ve seen.  Well the ‘would be’ brides were not shy.

The joking minister they shook hands with.  We had a fabulous supper with dishes that should have been in museums.  They were great art, creations of buildings, and paintings in potatoes and mushrooms that looked like gardens with frogs.

I liked the mother Jo Ann Crank more than the girls.  She was more dad’s age and was not trying to impress us so hard.  She was divorced and then her husband died.

When we were in our hotel room that night, and the minister was flying home on a commercial flight, Dad asked, “So what did you think about the Cranks?”

“I liked Jo Ann but the other two seem insincere.”

“How?”

“Well I’m not a movie star, and neither are you dad and they both just were a little too excited about meeting perfect strangers, but their old joking friend from college they were cool as ice cubes to.”

“I see your point,” dad said, and then we didn’t say anything for a while and then he said, “The mother seems to have the money anyway.  She seems very nice and gave the party to help her daughters.”  There was another pause in the talking, until he said, “I think their net worth is in the red zone, like they have booKoo assets, all over, but owe something on all of it.”

“Oh, that’s not good!”  I said.

“”Right”  he said.

There were a couple of more local dinners where we met other prospective mates for dad.  Laura Green was very tall and I liked her red hair and smile, and Jetty Miles was silly and without a real brain.  Those were the next dinners.  There were four more lunches and dinners, but nothing notable.  As he said, “I’ve only been divorced one year.  Nothing has to happen fast.”

Well we flew to Georgia about land around a place called Salvador when he said on the plane, “I finally bought those resorts and casino’s in Daytona Beach son.”

“Fifty million or three hundred million?”  I said.

“It was a compromise,”  he said, “you wanted that girl Lyn didn’t you?”

“Sure she’s lots of fun.”

“The man Martin was desperate, down on his knees begging to sell and I offered him 50 million credits, but only if he would throw in his daughter in law and the three girls for 4 million more.”

“But he wouldn’t do that?”

“Sure he did, with girls son you know that some man is going to be fucking them.  I believe your new girls will be thrilled.  Virgin girls about your age son sell for maybe 5000 credits, if their beautiful.  Imagine how excited they must be when Grandfather Martin tells them he’s been paid 1 million credits each for them, and that I would only buy the casinos and resorts if you could buy them.”

“Do you think he told them?”

“Oh yes, and they are probably very well guarded.  Now their persons are worth about the same amount as the resort they are living in.”

After some looking at land dad didn’t want in Georgia.  After much raining most of it was flooded, we headed toward Florida.  On the airplane there was a stewardess and pilot and co-pilot.  Dad’s airplane had an older, but shapely new stewardess who served him nights in his bedroom (most stewartess’ did).  The woman wore the same blue slave dress and a silver collar around her neck.  She brought us sandwiches and cold drinks and was very businesslike.  She was Jo Ann.

That made me realize what a big influence I was on dad.  The new flight slave who bowed handing me tea was the very woman who tired to pawn off her daughters by getting dad to marry them — Jo Ann Crank.

Later when we were back from Florida I saw Jo Ann’s daughters in our house.  They were hurrying around dressed in their starched maid dresses.  Sometimes I would pat their bottoms and say, “Your real cute and your ass is adorable.”

Lyn was never my slave, she was my ‘intended’, and her mother and sisters are her slaves.  I love her.

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