Christ! thought Dio. I've been treating the love of my life like a dog. Now she's wanting to bark but realizes she is expected to roll over; my poor darling.
"What's wrong?" she replied, startled.
"Back in five." He returned in four minutes. To the amusement of everyone in the salon looking on, he knelt on one knee and handed across a bouquet of spring flowers.
"Oh darling," she almost sobbed in delight. "They're s-o-o beautiful" but then underwent a mood change, "What have you done?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
Dio recoiled almost in horror. It was a painful moment: his sweet little darling had a touch of Carmen's venom in her, but it was gone in a flash when he said nothing; he'd had an urge to display spring to her.
"Oh, come here my good boy. You don't have to buy me flowers; if you want sex you don't even have to ask."
Dio happily heard that but flushed at the thought others nearby may have caught Carra's softy spoken words.
"I'll try never to take you for granted he said," blowing into her ear knowing she just loved him doing that.
"I know," she said, running her index finger lightly down his cheek and starting deeply into his eyes.
"Walkies later?" she suggested. "I finish at three. Pick me up here."
They walked down the bank behind Dio's mother's house into a gully, and followed a well-worn path to a small plantation of pine trees growing on the west-facing and steeper hillside where the gully widened. In Carra's backpack was a flask of coffee and a packet of treble coated dark chocolate biscuits. Both of them liked to pig out occasionally.
Dio pulled her up the steep incline into their favorite little retreat, a self-draining depression shaped like a tilted saucer thickly carpeted in pine needles. They sipped their coffee and munched biscuits in absolute peace, hidden from the walkway. Sunlight filtered through the trees and the wind played unrecognizable tunes in the tree tops.
"I will be positive," said Carra, breaking the dreamlike near silence.
Doubting his first impression that Carra might be thinking about taking over the wedding arrangements from Carmen, he checked it out. "What?"
"The school – I shall be positive when I go to visit it at,"
He loved her for saving that so devoutly, knowing she was doing her best to please him. She was facing away from him on the rug opening the picnic hamper. Unable to resist he shuffled in behind her, reaching for her boobs and resting across her back. She pressed her chest against his hands signaling coffee and biscuits were on hold. He squeezed her tits and she moaned, pulling up her skirt. She cooperated while her panties were pulled off and handed to her. Carra lowered her chest and head to the rug and whispered, "Lick me stupid" and spread her legs.
Dio attacked the curves of her butt with long, raking licks and listened to her contented moans and the chatty birds in the trees above them. They were out of sight of anyone walking by on the path but not out of their hearing. Gradually his tongue arrived at her center and slid slippery down her deep recess until it was circling her asshole. She reached back to pull her cheeks apart wider. He dribbled into that shuttered hole and she worked in a finger as he'd taught her and her little moans thickened as his tongue continued down to the fat lips that looked seductively bloated when viewed from this angle. Dio's dick thought so too as it pressured to be unzipped; he obliged. Carra was lubing so reached fingers in and now, having become rather expert at this, reached through to moisten his shiny but dry straining dick – their preferred word for it. Doggy was also their preferred position when there was time for only a 'one off',
"Ooh," she said, guiding it in. "If feels fatter than usual."
Elated by the compliment Dio built up into a slow, raking rhythm and maintained it until he felt her reached to massage around her clit when he then picked up pace and she pushed back at him, almost ready. She squealed and came; Dio followed no far behind and after when rolling off the condom noticed he'd been rather excited to have unloaded that amount.
"That was lovely," she sighed.
"One of the best – clean up while I pour coffee," Dio said, putting his dick away but not before giving it an affectionate pat.
They sat smiling and chatting until Carra said: "Oh dear, look at the time; we must fly!"
Driving fast enough over the speed limit to remain relatively inconspicuous to anyone but a bloody-minded policeman on traffic duty, they reached the school ten minutes after the appointed time. Charlie arrived two minutes later.
The two women flew into each other's arms, uttering rapturous welcomes.
"I should have known it was you, as soon as Dion mentioned your legs."
"He mentioned my legs, did he? The sexy little bugger; I'm almost out of his decade."
Dio was startled. No only did this stylish woman know Carra, but Charlie had blown her image by swearing and talking common-like.
"This is Charlotte Broome, darling, or at least she was Broome until her first marriage. She is the most famous of mama's pupils and lived near us and used to baby-sit me. That was until she fell in love with her professional dancing partner and married him after his messy divorce."
So, thought Dio. She's been married before. He'd imagined that real estate agent Gibbons had employed her as a receptionist as a school leaver and being an eligible bachelor had wooed her successfully.
"How many marriages is it now, three?"
"Four," Charlie said with pride. "They tend to die or pay me out; I kindda wear them out."
Good God, thought Dio. I was alone this morning with a femme fatale!
They toured the site and Carra extracted new information from Charlie. Although church-owned, the school had been built and operated as an 'open' private school, to attract parents desiring an alternative to a Government funded and controlled school where their children would receive some religious instruction.
The system had worked very well for almost sixty years but during the past two decades, with the commercial centre of the town expanding, the school had become increasingly isolated from suburbia, with many parents not keen to have their children coping with commercial traffic. As well, being in a growing commercial area brought the implied threat of having seedy characters hanging around.
All that Dio had found out in the morning was the school had relocated to its new site almost four years ago, Then recently the school board had lost patience with its other real estate firms so now had given it to the Gibbons' agency exclusively to see what it could do.
"The board wants to use the money from the sale to go towards building a gymnasium at the new school." Charlie had told him. Almost fluttering her long eyelashes she'd added, "It could be very suited to you, couldn't it?"
Instead of rejecting that thought, Dio had said they should take a quick look around. He still hadn't been very interest until Charlie commented: "If I had the money I'd buy it myself. So what if clearing all the reinforced concrete buildings would be expensive? The upside is it's in three separate titles."
The urge to shout "What!" rose within Dio, but he kept his mouth shut. No need to indicate any interest, but why hadn't the land being offered for sale in three lots? As if reading his mind Charlie said the church did not want to offer the land in three lots in case only one or perhaps two sold and it was left holding that might take a long time to sell. "There are think big people on the board that think big," she added.
When they were leaving Carra asked if Dio he would be working through the evening catching up on his calls.
"Hah, I've been smart. I've made out a list of the overload, giving half to Selby's Pru to manage and half to Art which also will be handled by Pru as she is now doing Art's administration from today. The guys will do the calls and log them as their own, which is how we're going to work in together. It means our areas will be serviced when we go away on holiday, for a long weekend or even to get married."
"Ah, the wedding. Mama thinks she's close to exhaustion working on all the preparations."
"What preparations? You did most of the work producing the guest lists and the printing is being done. The wedding and breakfast are being fully catered. What else is to be done?"
"You haven't been married many times, have you darling? If you had you'd know all about mothers and daughters and the energy they expend worrying and rowing over wedding preparations. We've already conferred for eight solid hours, I reckon, on seating arrangements and there are still problems; Mama is taking sleeping pills."
"Good gracious, I feel sorry for you and Carmen. Perhaps we should have eloped?"
"Quite, and I've almost tempted to say the word, Yes! However think of the guests – 210 on our side and 31 on yours. Mama is so disappointed we cannot get to the maximum of 250. It's your fault, she says, for not having enough relatives and friends."
"Ah, the venom is flowing."
"Venom, what do you mean?"
"Did I say that? Oh what could I mean? Oh golly, look there's an MG almost like your one. Wayne says yours will be ready to be picked up sometime late next week. You'll need to get you hair done and buy a new gown."
"Whatever for?"
"You heard Carmen say that elegant ladies look so refine in a nice sports car."
"For heavens sake. When I go to pick it up I shall be wearing jeans and an old shirt. Well, you can afford the time so please go down to the surveyor and see what his people have turned up about the hillock. Remember, you have that trust board meeting at 5:00."
"Yeah. I'm pulling over for a moment."
Dio pulled out a business card and entered the number into his phone. With a finger hovering over the YES button he sat as if holding a loaded gun. "I'm ready to put in an offer for the school. Don't want to look at anything else. How do you feel about that?"
Carra looked nervous. "Are you sure?"
"Of course, you're stalling."
"Let's do it."
He grinned, phoned Charlie and told her to prepare an offer and gave the amount to enter. She queried the figure but Dio told her that the church board could take it or leave it. They drove off, with Carra saying the offer was twenty percent below the registered valuation; the board would not accept it.
"They won't but they will indicate they will countersign at ten per cent below, and I shall raise our final offer to valuation less fifteen percent – take it or leave it."
"But they will be thinking of the children at school – it will be a large amount of money the board will not have to reinvest?"
"Ah yes, but think the other way. They cannot say no – in almost four years this is the only sane offer they have received and they know life must move on."
"You sound very confident," Carra said. "Anyway, they are going to have to wait until we sell the farmhouse."
"Nope, while you were yakking to foxy Charlie about her dancing partners she used to shag in the dance studio cloakroom or on your parents' bed when she was baby-sitting you, I was on the phone to Selby who lives near the relocated school. He told me erection of steelwork for the gymnasium began last week. Then I phoned Philip and I'm taking out an interest-only mortgage on mom's house; he even offered me bridging finance at mate's rates. And now, tum-de-dum-boom. Ladies and gentlemen; great news. Philip told me that as both valuations are very close, he and Ella have decided to split the difference and accept, with settlement on the farmhouse in two months from today."
"Oh...oh...my God! shouted Carra, knocking Dio's sunglasses at a crazy angle as she launched herself at him, only to be halted midair by her seatbelt. Oh my smarty-ass; we're on our way!"
The good news continued to flow. The surveyor was next, calling Carra fifteen minutes later. "We've confirmed the boundaries of the lot you propose buying and confirmed the height of the knoll – it's exactly the height it always has been so obviously the developer's contractors left it untouched. We've got the levels established for your building envelope – that area is higher than the maximum flood level ever recorded, and we've established the levels for the access road to your requirements which won't take much building apart for a distance of fifteen feet reaching now far into your targeted property."
Carra shouted in glee.
The surveyor continued: "Leave this with me. I have one of our keen youngsters doing a topographical profile that councilors can easily understand. They will be looking at a profile between two points showing the downstream highway that acts as a weir during extreme flooding and that peak level which clearly is shown to occur almost twelve feet below your planned house. I would never build there, but then old professional folk like me don't take risks. I went down to look at it out of interest, and it's a fine site. Whoever put this idea into your head deserves a bottle of whisky at the very least."
As they drove back to the real estate agency to sign their joint offer, Carra said: "If we get approval for that site we ought to send that bloke who gave you that idea on holiday to some place – tickets for two.
"Funny, I was thinking the same thing. But what I'll do is try to solve his subdivision problem for him – maybe chucking in some bucks to get a storm water extension done. You have friends inside the Council who'll be able to advise how to push for a quick solution if it can be done."
Jack and Doris Youngson, Duckpond Road
Coincidences happen, everyone knows that, but Dio – the one who can get expectations so wrong – was astounded by this one. He was happily back on the road again as a consultant, applying his new skills, with two franchise sales under his belt as company chairman and managing director, and the school board was meeting that very evening. He and Carra had decided who should hold those two positions – Carra arguing that Dio possessed the drive and business technical knowledge and Dio suggesting that she had the bigger and faster-acting brain and had trained as an events organizer and understood business promotion better than he did. She countered by saying that she was not a risk-taker, so after opening another bottle of wine and inventing more grounds for haggling, it was finally decided to toss for a decision. She tossed the coin four times before it coincided with Dio's repeated call of tails, declaring him the winner.
"Something's not quite right here," he said scratching his crown and pretending to be a bone-head. "I don't remember agreeing to four tosses."
"I tossed, so the tosser sets the rules."
"Yeah – a tosser. Right!" cracked Dio, and got scragged for uttering such a gutter insult.
Dio downloaded enough 'filth' from the Youngson's computer to almost full two CDs. They had a CD on their computer but had no idea how to use it other than to play CDs. He was surprised at the porno they had downloaded – all involving couples and at least one of the couples being quite elderly. Looking at some of the graphics Dio had no idea that an elderly couple could go so hard at it – he was surprised to learn that people that old still did it. To be truthful, he was able to recall that some dude in his nineties had startled the women of Western Civilization when it was announced in the media that he's fathered a child and was being sued in a paternity action.
Mr Youngson sat with Dio, telling him which ones to view as being "the best". He did so without any embarrassment and said, "You know Doris and I look at these and are comforted by the thought that we're not the only ones overdue to go into a rest home who are still at it."
Mrs Youngson came in with the money, now eighty dollars minimum. "Thank you, young man. One of our granddaughters wants to borrow the computer so we did not want to shock her and her boyfriend or put any ideas into their heads."
Dio told her all traces had been deleted and they assured him they knew how to reload the files off the CDs once the computer was returned. "You know," Dio said, "if you had your clunky hard drive replaced you could view your images straight off CD."
"How much?" Mr Youngson barked.
Dio check computer info on-screen and then whipped off the back of the box to check the hard drive and motherboard. He gave them a price including time for installation.
"Oh, I don't know," said Mr Youngson, but his wife interjected and said: "Get him to do it. What are we going to do with our money – build a new house?"
Dio reappeared from the Holden with a 7200 rpm disk and Mrs Youngson said lunch would be served on the deck in thirty minutes whether he was ready or not.
"That is very nice of you but really I can't..."
"Thirty minutes, Dion. And don't you men be late."
He installed the replacement disk, and copied everything over to it, then disabled the clunky disk.
"We'll leave it sitting there," he told Mr Youngson. "If anything should happen with the new disk we could reload from the original disk all files up to today's date. But new disks are pretty reliable these days, so a total failure is unlikely."
"Nice view from here," complimented Dio, and the Youngson's looked pleased.
"Say, isn't that Earl Smeaton's place just down there?"
"Yes, people called Smeaton do live there," said Mrs Youngson, peering down into the valley.
"He's a nice old bloke," said Dio. Wants to subdivide his block into two but the council won't approve it."
"Too small, or access problems?" asked Mr Youngson.
"Neither – insufficient capacity in the branch waste water disposal system."
"Balls," said Mr Youngson, causing his wife to click her teeth disapprovingly. "We were on a special rating levy for a number of years to cover improvements to that waste water system. We are no longer levied but the council has never completed the work."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am. I'm not senile; everything is in working order."
"I can vouch for that," Mrs Youngson sighed. "Of course he's not senile."
Twenty minutes later Dio thanked Mrs Youngson for her wonderful salad and fish pie and thanked Mr Youngson for his help.
"What help did I give you boy?" he asked, looking a little confused.
As soon as he was out on the road, Dio stopped and phoned Carra.
"Hello, lover," Carra greeted him. "Working with a satisfied smile on your face?"
"Definitely, I always do; I love my work. What are you doing in your boring life?"
"Reading at the reception desk – it's a bit slow just now. Last night I've found a pile of your dirty 'Poking Around' magazines and brought one to work to read." In a husky voice she added, "I'd like you to be home when I arrive."
"They aren't my magazines – they were mom's. She kept them for customers who had a bit of a problem. Sorry – won't be home till after 6:00." He then told her about the suspended work on water reticulation upgrading.
Carra was dismayed that he wasn't coming home early. "I'll get mom to come and take me home. I'll call Richard in waste-water reticulation to get that info you want about the water branch extension past Mr Smeaton's place. Then I shall have a daughter-to-mother chat about a selfish husband who won't come home to help his darling who has a problem."
"I bet Cal would be home in a shot getting a call like that; he admitted to me the other night that he doesn't get enough."
"Enough what?"
"He didn't say, but he nearly broke my ribs with his elbow thrust, giving me the wink, wink nudge treatment."
"You men, you actually talk intimately like that? I thought only women did and men only talked intimately about loose women?"
"So did I, but thanks for revealing more about the innermost secrets of the sisterhood. You really are educating me."
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