There Must Be a Mistake Ch. 10

"Should I tell them about our inheritance Sharon?"

"If you do, they will spend every last penny of it at Neiman Marcus and Goodwill."

"That tiny amount of money has been gaining interest and dividends for a bunch of years. I don't think even they could go through $350 million at Goodwill. They would probably have to go to Paris and spend some money there."

"You are lying; no one inherits $350 million dad."

"Who said Cindy was the dumbest one in our group. She is correct. I did not inherit $350 million, I inherited $240 million. I didn't need the money, so I left it in the bank as my great aunt did. She had a knack for making money, and never spent a dime. Even through the recession, I made money. The woman was a genius. Now, do you two want to open your own office, or not?"

"We will pay you back to dad. I promise we will."

"You most certainly will; by lying on your backs, with your legs spread so wide open; my head will be able to kiss your ovaries."

"Your head is bigger than a baby dad!"

"I will decide how I get paid back Missy."

"It will be our pleasure, I think?"

"Hey, what do Sandy and I get out of this?"

"You my darling daughter get your lifetime dream come true. You get a never-ending supply of strawberry ice cream."

"Haagen-Dazs ice cream?"

"Whatever kind your heart desires; you can even change brands anytime you want."

"Yessss!"

"There is one other thing all of you will do for your mother. You will take every Friday off. You can do your rounds, or see your clients, early Friday morning, but you will be at our home in time to help your mother start preparing dinner.

The house rules are simple: As soon as you put your clothes away, you are naked until you leave Sunday afternoon. Is that clear?"

Debbie, Danni, and Cindy said, "Yes daddy."

Sandy did not say a word.

"What is your problem number 1 daughter?"

"I don't like strawberry ice cream. It freezes all my brain cells."

"What do you want?"

"I want to run for the Senate, from Maryland. Our home is still listed as my permanent residence. The idiot that holds the seat now can be easily defeated. 16 years from the election date, I will be in a perfect position to run for the presidency."

"Who do you have in mind for your campaign manager?"

"Strawberry ice cream; she is not as dumb as everyone thinks she is, and she looks hot. Noone will see her brain coming at them, while they are looking at her tits."

"You are going to have to do one of two things: Get married, or make up a story that you were raped by your father at a very young age. You were so traumatized by the experience you can't bear the thought of sexual intimacy. Either one of those will do."

"If it's okay with you, I will go with story number two."

"Girls, I'm not going to be here forever. You have to think of your own lives. Your mother and I are very happy together. We want the same thing for you. If you think for one second I will be disappointed, or upset that you have another man in your lives, you are wrong. I want you to be loved every day, the way I love your mother. The lives you are leading now have to be very difficult for you. There has to be someone out there that has made your heart go, 'BING!' I don't want you to settle for some loser. I want you to fall deeply, madly in love, the way I fell in love with your mother. At least open your eyes and take a look."

"That is the problem dad, we have our eyes open, and we are looking. Every time we see someone, or go out with someone, we compare them to you. They wind up lacking in every department. They are not as smart as you, not as funny, not as strong mentally, not anything like you. When we go out with them, we would like to have a conversation, as we used to have with you at our dinner table. All these men want to talk about is what they've seen on YouTube or sports or what's going on in Hollywood. They know I'm a doctor, and they know Sandy's a lawyer. You would think they would try to brain up their conversations with us, but they don't. All the doctors I work with are married. All the lawyers Sandy and Cindy work with are married. We wind up going on dates by referral, and they wind up being disasters. They think because we are in our 30s we are desperate. Dad, we are anything but desperate."

"Do you see what you did to my baby's?"

"Yes I do. I made them strong independent women, who can hold their own with any man, and in any situation. I could not be more proud of any of them if I tried. When we get back, I will get you in contact with Jim Greene. He owes me two presidencies. He will get you one senatorial seat, from Maryland. You're going to have to move home, commute to work, and become active in local politics. Your ass is going to be very busy."

"Yes I remember how hard it was campaigning for Uncle Clark."

"I wasn't talking about campaigning. I was talking about when you disobey my instructions. Every time you do, your ass is going to be very busy."

"Oh shit!"

Her sisters yelled, "Go ahead, we dare you."

"You guys are very funny. I think I'll give you your next gynecological exams free; with my fist."

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOwwwwwwwwwwww," her sisters said in mock fear.

Sandy laughed. "You guys are awful."

After their father made his four children and his wife extremely happy, he was so hungry, his stomach growled. They all had a good laugh, and raided the galley for food. The kids served their parents first, before they began feasting on what the cooks had prepared for them.

They talked and laughed all the way to Barbados. The next three days flew by, as they watched the Sun gloriously rise out of the azure blue ocean, from their beachside home. It was a site they never tired of seeing.

They roasted in it during the day, playing volleyball, and softball by the clubhouse. As the Sun started to descend into the western skies, they went for a swim, and then inside their beautiful home, for some wonderful sex, while a leg of lamb was roasting in the oven.

As Fred promised them, today was ass day, and Sandy went first. With her youngest sister's pussy-covering mouth, a mouth on each of her breasts, and fingers playing with her clit and vagina, Sandy barely felt Fred slide his dick into her exit hole.

As he picked up speed, Fred motioned her sisters away, and pulled her up into his lap, Sandy knew for sure how deep he was inside her.

She grabbed him around his neck, and kissed him. "Dad not only are you the sneakiest man in the world, but you are the best ass fucker ever."

"Are you speaking from experience my dear?"

"You know I am not. Cindy and I do have toys that go up there every now and again, when we are extremely horny."

"Do you remember where your parents live?"

"Yes dad and I've been beating myself up about it, since we got on the airplane. I promise you, it will never happen again."

"Good girl, I think I'll let you come now."

"I thought I was responsible for my own orgasms?"

"If that's the way you want it baby, I'll let you go that way." Fred stopped moving, and Sandy's eyes opened wide in fright."

"What are you doing dad?"

"I'm letting you be responsible for your own orgasms."

"It doesn't mean you have to stop moving."

"It also means I don't have to help either."

"Dad, please?"

"Please what; I'm doing what you wanted me to do."

"No you're not, you're not doing anything."

"Isn't that what you wanted? You wanted to be in charge of your own orgasm. You didn't want a mutually enjoyable, sexual episode with your father. You wanted to leave him high and dry. Isn't that right Sandy?"

"You know that's the last thing I would want for you dad. Let's go crazy and fuck like minks."

"I've never seen a mink fuck, but I believe I know what you mean." He put his arms under her thighs, and pulled her off the bed with him. She screamed when her hands nearly slipped from the back of his neck, but he continued to pound his dick up her ass like a piston.

She screamed, "Oh Fuck" as she squirted her fluids all over his belly. He wasn't finished with her yet. He threw her down on the bed and told her to get on her knees. He pulled her hips towards the edge and pushed his cock deep into her with one mighty stroke. This time she flooded the mattress.

He played with her clit as he pounded into her backside. She cried out, "Daddy please stop, I'm too sensitive down there."

Being a good and loving father, Fred pulled his cock out of his daughter, rubbed her behind tenderly. After a time he turned her over.

She said, "Thank you daddy, that was wonderful."

Fred smiled and said, "You're welcome." She thought he was leaning down to kiss her, but at the last possible second, he dove between her thighs and bit her clit."

As she sent a geyser of fluid a foot into the air, she screamed, "You Monster!"

Sharon, Cindi, Danni, and Debbie were lying on the mattresses adjoining Sandy's, and they applauded this unexpected spectacle.

Sharon said, "Girls, I don't believe I have ever seen a fountain that high before. Apparently, your father hit an underground spring."

"You are very funny mom; I nearly pissed myself."

"You mean that wasn't piss? That was an orgasm?"

"You know how evil dad can be. I was so sensitive I thought I was going to die. I thought he was letting me relax. Then he bit my clit, and I exploded. He is not to be trusted, ever."

Her sisters laughed. "Really, are you sure?"

"You three better stop it, before I pee on you."

Fred returned from the bathroom and asked, "Who is playing water sports?"

"Mom is."

"Sharon my dear, I have a feeling one of our daughters just told a fib. You know what happens to little girls who tell fibs in our household don't you?"

"Yes dear, I know what happens to little girls who tell fibs. However we have to see if she will stand up and take her punishment, or if she will fib again and bring punishment down, not only on her, but on her three sisters also. I hope she fibs again, don't you Fred?"

"Being an officer of the court, I can only hope for honesty to prevail. However, I see good people lie in front of me every day, as they try to get out of something bad they did during their lives. It is a stupid thing to do, and only brings grief in the long run. Her sisters will hate her, and her parents will be very disappointed in her, but it is a decision she will have to make, and she will live with the circumstances of that decision, forever."

"How much longer are you guys going to make me feel stupid about saying that?"

Sharon said, "I was looking forward to at least another 5 to 10 minutes Danni."

"Okay, you have fun; I'm going to the bathroom."

"That wasn't nice of her. She fessed up right away. It took all the intrigue out of it."

"You know what they say Sharon. Sometimes you get the bear, and at other times the bear gets you. I guess this was the bear's turn."

"I think I'll check her pussy for teeth, while you fuck her in the ass Fred."

"Don't bite off more than you can chew dear."

"I promise I'm not going to bite anything off, but she's going to think I am."

"No female circumcision dear, we are the wrong religion, and in the wrong country. If they bring your case before me, I'll throw the book at you."

"What book would that be Fred?"

"Either Playboy or Hustler or one of those."

"That's what I thought. Dinner will be ready in 35 minutes. Does that give us enough time to take care of Danni?"

"I believe so. If it's not, we can lay her on the table, next to the leg of lamb, and put the salad in wonderful places and eat it directly off her."

"It is no wonder my uncle put you on the Supreme Court; your mind is priceless."

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When Julia Atwater picked them up Sunday afternoon, the Sun had turned the six of them black, from head to toe.

She said, "Next time, I don't care what he says, I am staying with you."

"You tell my chicken shit boss, he has to come down here and stay for a few days. He is as pale as a ghost. He could use a good tan. Wait; I have an idea; girl's line up for a picture for Uncle Clark."

"Fred he will die of embarrassment seeing his grandnieces nude."

"He won't see a thing Julia. It will just be titillating."

"Get out here."

"I am not dressed yet."

"Don't get dress, I have an idea."

"Oh God not another one. What are we doing now Fred?"

"We are taking a picture for your Uncle Clark."

"I am not going to be in it."

Julia said, "Why not, I am." She started to undress before anyone could say a word.

"What do you want me to do Fred?"

"You do realize he is going to come into court and strangle me with his bare hands."

"You can run faster than he can Fred."

"Okay, here we go. Julia, you are facing Sharon, close together. Debbie and Danni, on your knees in front of them, with your arms hiding your breasts. Cindi and Sandy, you lay on the sand, with your hips turned partially towards the camera, but showing nothing, and your hands under your chins. Everyone face me, while I take the pictures. I will make sure nothing shows."

"This looks very nice ladies. Everyone smile, got it. Let me check it too make sure it came out right."

"Very funny Julia, Please cover your breast this time."

"Why he's seen them before."

"I don't want to get arrested for kiddie porn?"

Everyone laughed.

"Okay you spoiled sport. I'll hide the boobs."

"Here we go again; very nice ladies."

Fred hit the button on his Nikon and took a dozen quick pictures.

"Okay, we are done. I will print these out when we get home, and send them to you Julia. He should have fun seeing you with my girls. Everyone get dressed, it's almost time to go home."

His girls said,"Booooooo."

"Those are my feelings exactly."

"Print them out on the airplane, Fred. It will be easier that way."

"That sounds wonderful, Julia. Record his reaction for me please. It should be priceless."

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Sharon knew Fred could take care of her every need like no other man could. He proved that to her, night after night, in the privacy of their bedroom. He always pleased her the way she wanted to be pleased. When her girls were not around, he never strayed from her. You could set your watch by him walking through the front door. He rarely stayed at the court to do his work. He would bring armloads of books with him and study them at home. He was the perfect spouse, and he was approaching his 50th birthday.

It was a double-edged sword for him, and he was not sure what would happen on that day if anything. As always, he prepared himself to the maximum degree possible. He had not heard from his former owners, and did not expect to hear from them now. Appeals were very rarely given to the Chief Justice, except in case of an emergency.

However, Fred never left anything to chance, ever. He was preparing for every contingency. His freedom date clawed at his mind, but not at his spirit. There were many ways for his owners to contact him over the years, and none of them had tried. He believed he was free, but he was not 100% sure. He wanted to be sure, but he couldn't do it by himself. He needed outside help that could not be traced back to him.

He thought of Clarke's group of computer experts. Would they be able to break into his father's IRS files to see how he was doing without being noticed? Could he ask any of them without drawing suspicion to himself? This was a conundrum, wrapped in an enigma, hidden in a puzzle in the Sunday London Times.

You are on the clock, and you have five minutes to solve it all, while watching a football game. You must remember, at the end of your five minutes, your exam will include every blocking assignment of the offensive line. It is an impossible task. So stick with the basics, and prepare for the worst, and everything in the middle will take care of itself."

"What's the matter Fred, you were mumbling in your sleep."

"Was I saying that I wanted more pussy?"

"You say that out loud all the time Fred. They are the first words I hear in the morning, and the last words I hear as we hit the bed at night."

"You just lied to me Sharon. While we are making love I tell you how beautiful you are, how lucky I was to find you, and dozens of other things that endear you to me."

"That's true. Tell me what's worrying new."

"Do you remember what I told you the first day we met? The magic year for me was 50. Well guess who turns 50 soon?"

"You haven't heard from them in years. Why would they contact you now?"

"I have no reason to think they will contact me now. It would make no sense of them to do it. That is the reason I think they will. You must be prepared with your story. Don't make any mistakes they will know it better than you do. If they don't come, fine. It's just I have this feeling and I don't like it."

"You could retire from the bench because you are experiencing memory problems."

"I know, but that would break Clarke's heart. I will only do that as a last resort."

"Start going to a neurologist and say you are experiencing headaches. At our ages they will take an MRI and it will show some arthritis building up on the cervical ridges of your spine. They will attribute your headaches to the pressure it is putting on your nerve endings."

"When did you become a doctor?"

"I didn't, I have 2 daughters who are, and they tell me things I don't need to know, sort of."

"I am happy you remembered this. I think I will reward you with a dance."

"Oh no you won't; get away from me and my ass."

"You have such a lovely ass; I have to have it while we are dancing to a Waltz."

"Get away from me Fred; you took my cherry the first time we waltzed. You are evil to the core."

"Yes, I know; isn't it wonderful?"

Sharon grabbed his neck and kissed him.

"I don't feel like dancing with you Fred. You step all over my feet. I have to take a shower, would you care to join me to see if you can keep it up and in?"

"I will have to check my schedule. I don't think I am due for a shower for thirty days. I will check to see if I have an opening to put it in."

"You don't have to see anything to put it in, Fred. You can use the Braille method, and lubricant. It will open willingly."

"Well, as long as the opening is available; I'll put in the lubricant, and see if the blind monster can find its way home."

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44. Happy Birthday

September 30, and he was up at the crack of dawn looking for his presents. He looked in the kitchen, in the living room, the playroom, even in his father's reading room, and he couldn't find one. He was depressed. He walked into the kitchen, and found his mother and father standing by the door.

"Are you looking for something Gordon?"

"I'm five years old today, and I thought I would get some presents."

"Are you having a party this afternoon?"

"Yes I am. Do I have to wait until then to get my presents?"

"You are not supposed to be awake for another two hours, so the wait wouldn't have been that long if you had slept properly."

"I was too excited to sleep. I wanted to know what it felt to be five years old."

"So tell me, how does it feel to be five years old?"

"It's no different than when I was four years old. I thought I would be taller."

"Would you like me to measure you to see if you're right?"

"It doesn't matter, I don't feel taller. Isn't getting older supposed to feel special?"

"It's just another day in your life. It's a celebration of the day I gave birth to you. You only have one birthday, and that's the day you were born."

"So why do they call it a Birthday Party?"

I said to my son, "It's a misuse of the language again Gordon."

"Oh I get it now, so it's not a real birthday party, it's a remembrance of my birth day party."

"That would be an excellent explanation of what is happening today, Gordon. However, if you ever said that to anyone, they would look at you and think you had gone crazy."