Would You Take My Son

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This story is about the day to day activities of two adults and two children that form a family. It includes bisexual, cross generational, and young friends sexual exploits. If it were published as a paperback, it would have around 500 pages. If you are just entering this story, you may want to start at chapter 1: www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/adult-youth/would-you-take-my-son/would-you-take-my-son-1.html

The number of characters has grown, so I've added a link to the Cast of Characters.

This story is written and copyrighted by The_Curmudgeon@Yahoo.com

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Chapter 32, Ice Poker

This was an exciting week! We got another new business kicked off, and Debbie & Sean will be here Thursday.

When I wasn't working on Advanced Technologies, I was working on Million Dollar Homes.

When I picked up the data from Mr. Thomas our work began in earnest. We hired an architect who could take the plot plan, building codes, land profile, and sit down with a customer and fit every want and desire into a new house plan and even put in a few thing they didn't realize they needed till they saw them. He would then turn those plans into finished drawings that the city rarely ever had issue with. We hired Mr. Thomas' firm to complete the two in-work designs.

I hired an aerial photographer to fly by the Parker Project. I had him make a print 24 inches high by 6 feet wide. I hung it on my office wall directly across from my desk.

A representative of Ritz Carlton came to the house to see me and Steve. He had the paperwork to complete the transfer of the 53 feet of land to the hotel, and our check for $1 million.

We called Luke Anderson and told him we were about ready for the foundation team. We put him on salary and had his guys fill out the employment forms. We initiated our medical insurance and started adding people as they accepted employment offers. We brought all of our crew leads on board and let them work on the foundation crew till we needed them to head up their own crew. We moved all our equipment from Luke's Santa Ana lot to the lot next to Doc Parker's house and had a fence rental company put up a 10 foot high chain link around the house which we would use as construction HQ, and the equipment. Luke closed his old operations out and we terminated the lease on the property. Luke moved into Doc Parker's house on the beach.

The city wanted a ground breaking ceremony, so we had a media event on a Saturday because I wanted Donny and Karen to participate since `they' helped find the property. Turns out it was great publicity. All the LA area TV news programs ran the ground breaking footage. We had a run on the properties collecting $50,000 deposits on over 30 of the lots in just under a month. Several people just wanted to buy a lot or two, but we declined their offers explaining that Million Dollar Homes was the exclusive builder in the development. Most of those offers were converted to reservations. Within a few months all of our crews were filled out and working.

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Finally it was Thursday. It seems like the hands on the clock hardly moved all day. The tasks I was working on just dragged on and on. Finally it was time to go pick up the boys and head to John Wayne airport to pick up Debbie and Sean. Her flight schedule worked out perfectly to use the boys as porters. We were a little early had to wait half an hour. Finally I saw her descending the escalator to baggage claim. I was as happy as a little kid on Christmas morning. I took Sean from her arms as we waited for her baggage. The child seat was again delivered to the bulky parcel area and she had brought 4 large suitcases. A large UPS box was on its way mostly with Sean's toys. We gathered up everything and went to the car.

We put Debbie and Sean in one of the guest bedrooms till her and Jenifer could do the interior decorating thing. Which meant I got to play babysitter while the ladies went shopping. I gave Debbie her own credit card that was actually a separate account so we could keep her expenses separate.

We gave Debbie exclusive use of Jenifer's 1978 Chevrolet Malibu station wagon. And with it she took over our half of the car pool with Susan. Jenifer got a new 1983 GMC Jimmy with all the luxury features to be able to haul stuff and impress her clients as part of her interior decorating service.

Jenifer took Debbie shopping to decorate their apartment. They picked out a nice complete bedroom set including a double bed for Debbie and a racecar toddler bed for Sean. Later he could upgrade to a twin, and there would still be room. They got a small oak kitchenette table and chairs, and apartment sized refrigerator, and stove. They did splurge a little on the living room. A just released 26" Sony color console TV, an entertainment system, a queen-sized sleeper sofa, chair and ottoman, coffee table, end tables, shelf unit, clock radio, lamps, wall clock, some things for the walls Debbie enjoyed, a flashlight in case the power went out, drapes and a rod for the picture window, area rugs, bath rugs, towels and linens, they even stocked the bathroom with everything a toddler and his mother might need. I even saw a packages of feminine products as I helped carry the bags to the apartment. Karen and Debbie also picked out the fabric for the curtains in the living room, master bedroom, and both of the kid's bedrooms, and arranged for them to come out to measure the custom installation.

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The morning of Wednesday Sept 29 the restoration garage called asking permission to bring the cars to Laguna Beach. It was almost like Christmas again and I could hardly wait. The car hauler arrived after lunch. He started up the cars and drove them down the ramp. They looked great. We now had 5 cars and only a two car garage. I rented climate controlled storage space for the antique cars.

The drapery installation was also happening today. My job was easy; stay out of the way. I had no problem with that. It was neat to see the drapes open and close electrically, very theatric.

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Debbie fit perfectly into our family. She brought us coffee every morning, and if something was going on in bed, she simply left it on the night stand. She had breakfast ready every morning in time for the kids to eat before having to go to school. Lunch, usually something hot, was ready for whoever was around. Dinner was always promptly at 6 PM. She didn't at first, but at our insistence, she and Sean began eating their meals with us, like family. Having extra children at a meal was not a problem. She got accustomed to `Weekend Away' Friday's being pizza night.

Debbie's first `Weekend Away' with us was at Natural Arches. Principal Obershire confirmed there were to be 2 participants and parental permission had been obtained. Steve was too busy with the start-up of new construction crews, but we said Tom & Tim could come along. Jenifer's friend Allie from school who already frequented Natural Arches also wanted to go with us make it 11, requiring two cars.

Jenifer, Debbie & Sean, Karen & Allie went ahead. Debbie had packed all the food in the Malibu station wagon and I would pick up the boys at school and head out from there.

I found Principal Obershire with Donny and all the other students going to various homes for `Weekend Away'. He gave me the parent release form that had been signed and faxed back to the school, while the three kids climbed in through the back door. Donny then introduced me to Tonya and Craig. We drove up the street and pick up Tom & Tim. So they could get in the back, Donny and Tonya climbed over the middle seat into the far back seat, leaving me alone in the front, just me and my cassette player.

Their plan became evident as soon as we got onto the freeway. Donny, Tom and Tim all knew the Suburban had darkened rear windows and quickly took off their clothes knowing they couldn't be seen from the outside. Tonya and Craig followed along. We stopped to pick up the pizza, chicken and salad in Corona on the way. When we stopped at the office to check in our guests, Roy motioned me into his office.

"There's some bad news about your unit. We've rented it the last 3 weekends. The first two were fine, but last weekend there was some damage."

"How bad, Roy?"

"There was a large stain on the living room carpet which we were able to get out. There were several beer spills around the unit which we were mostly able to clean up, but you may still be able to smell it. They broke the handle of the recliner in the living room and we've ordered a replacement, but it hasn't arrived yet, it may arrive tomorrow. They broke one of the exterior speakers and Mike is sending us a replacement, the stereo still works though. Someone carved their initials into the dining room tabletop. There's nothing we could do about that. There were several glasses and dishes broken, we need to know where you got them so we can replace them. The biggest thing though was they broke into the owner's closet. We have no idea what may have been taken. We assume you had some alcohol in there, if so, it's gone.

"Who was it, Roy?"

A long-time member family reserved it. When they arrived their oldest boy came in to register, said his parents were in the car. We had no reason not to believe him. His parents weren't with him and didn't know anything about the reservation, he snuck in his girlfriend and three other couples in for a total of 4 couples. All of them were late teens early 20s. They used it as a party house for the weekend. We never realized the parents weren't here, till we found the damage Monday morning when our cleaning crew went in.

We forfeited their entire security deposit. The parents are devastated. They're good people Aaron, their kid screwed up. They're very sorry and willing to pay additional for any damages. We've changed the check-in procedure as outlined in notices going out to everyone starting today, it's in your packet. The adult household member must now register their group for any rental unit.

"Your wife is already back there, she got here half an hour ago." I registered my guests and signed up Debbie and Sean as family members and headed back to the Hang-Out.

I didn't bothered to undress as I usually do. I surveyed the house for damage.

The propane tank of the grill was empty, one of the burner valves was turned on, but that was an easy fix, Roy could fill it from his tank. At least the shed hadn't been broken open. I found the source of the beer smell, a rug in the bathroom, I threw it away. The toaster was shorted out, some stupid kid stuck a fork in it. There was silverware missing, but not the one that was used to short out the toaster. The alcohol was missing along with the mixers. The lockset on the owner's closet door was ruined.

Those things disappointed me. When I saw the initials carved into the tabletop, I lost it. Without saying a word, I got back in my Suburban and drove to the office. I told Roy to have someone fill my propane tank and get that fucking table out of my dining room tomorrow morning.

I drove to Riverside Mall where I knew there was a May Co. I went to the furniture dept. and bought an exact matching replacement table to be delivered Saturday morning.

I bought another set of dishes, a set of silverware, and a set of matching glasses. I got a new toaster and found the same bathroom rug.

I went to Home Depot and bought a closet door knob assembly, the kind that doesn't lock. I also bought new front and side door entry locksets with matching keys.

I stopped at a grocery store and purchased Patron Tequila, Grand Marnier, Lime juice, Midori, Dark Rum, Light Rum, Pineapple Juice, Grenadine, and in case we were in a hurry, Margarita mix, and Mai Tai mix.

I again stopped at the office on the way in, telling them that May Co. would be out in the morning bringing a new table and the old one would need to be gone before they could bring it in. Roy told me the propane tank was filled and promised to send a couple guys when the truck arrived, to take the old table out. I told him they could have the old one for whatever they wanted as long as I never saw those initials again.

I had spent a little over $600 and I calmed down and felt better by the time I got back to the Hang-Out. I didn't realize it, but I had been gone 2 ½ hours. My dinner was waiting for me, but everyone else had already eaten.

I'm usually ok with leftover pizza, but Debbie heated it in the microwave, then fried it in a skillet crisping the bottom. It was as good as fresh from the restaurant!

Feeling much better, I went to the master suite and took off my clothes. Now with the additional feeling of freedom that being naked gives you, I set about some simple tasks of repairing the damage. I gave the new kitchen items to Debbie so they could be run through the dish washer before being put away, I got the toaster out of its box and replaced the one on the counter, and I put the new rug in the bathroom.

Around 8:30 Jenifer and I decided to take a walk, we asked if Sean could go too, and Debbie said yes, but it would be his bedtime when we got back. We took the loop road up around the rec center, looked in on the kids, and headed back. We put Sean in bed then sat down to watch some TV. Debbie brought us hot chocolate with marshmallows and a shot of bourbon. I didn't know I liked bourbon till now.

Tom and Tim came home around 10 parking their bikes in the side yard. They sat watching TV with us a while and fell asleep on the sofa. Jenifer and I carried them to the back bedroom and put them in one of the queen beds. The bourbon did its job and we went to bed after dropping off Tom and Tim.

I'm not sure what time the other 4 got in. But we know Donny slept with Tanya and Craig slept with Karen based on who was in bed with whom when we got up after having our morning coffee in bed.

Next morning I replaced the closet door knob, then the side and front door locks. Jenifer asked why new locks were necessary and I told her there were potentially too many keys out there. You never know who may have duplicated one and since we're not renting it out any more, I felt new locks were a justified precaution.

The May Co. delivery truck arrived around 10 bringing our new table. Roy sent two guys to get the old table out of their way.

I went by the tennis courts to see how Donny was doing. He was actually playing a match with the instructor. Donny wasn't winning many points, but at least he was playing and not just taking lessons.

What we had been using as the owner's closet was originally intended to house a washer/dryer combo where the washer is on the bottom and the dryer is above. Since we were no longer going to have housekeeping service from the park, we were going to need a way to clean sheets and towels ourselves. This necessitated another trip to Home Depot on Saturday. I brought the dual unit and soap and fabric softener home and spent couple hours after lunch assembling and installing the unit. In the middle of my assembly work, I got a call from the office. Roy was calling to tell me the parents, and the boy responsible for the damage to my unit, was here and wanted to speak to me. I told him to send them on down.

I was over my anger and on my best behavior. I kept telling myself parents can't be fully responsible for their children especially after they turn 18. Mr. & Mrs. Turner introduced themselves and their son Alex who stepped forward making a truly heartfelt apology. I asked him whose idea it was to be here today. Alex replied, "It was mine sir. I called the office to get your in-town address and they told me you were here, so I asked my dad to bring me. We were all here for your wedding and the great reception you threw, I can't believe I let this happen to you.

"You weren't alone in this were you?

"No sir, there were 7 other friends with me, but I'm the one responsible."

So how did you let this happen? It doesn't seem to be in your nature."

"Two of the other couples weren't real friends, they heard about the trip and kinda invited themselves, but I didn't stop them. I let them come. Then when they started messing up, I didn't stop them either."

"You know your action or inaction has consequences don't you?"

"Yes sir, I used dad's credit card for the rental and the deposit which we didn't get back. So I owe them like $700."

"Did you know about the initials carved in the dining room table?"

Alex hung his head and said, "Yes sir, I saw them."

"It cost me $400 to have that brand new table replaced."

"I'm so sorry sir."

"$100 to replace the liquor that was in the locked closet and to fix the door knob, and another $100 to replace the toaster, broken glasses, broken plates, missing silverware, and the bathroom rug."

"I appreciate you coming out here today. It tells me you are very sorry for that happened. Roy told me you're 19, what are you doing with yourself?"

"I'm in trade school, sir."

"Taking what?"

"Construction and Building Trades, sir."

"Which specialty do you like best?"

"So far, I'm good at plumbing and I like heating & air conditioning, but I haven't decided which way to go yet."

"You don't have to decide yet, they're both excellent choices. Stay right here a second." I went to find my pants where my business cards were.

I handed him my card, "When you finish school, you give me a call. I'll get you an interview with the head of operations to see if he can use you."

"You're offering me a job, after what I did to your house?"

"No, I'm giving you a chance at a job. You made a mistake, but you showed up here today, you owned up to that mistake and that earned you a second chance. I figure it may be the only way I ever get my $700 back."

"Yes sir, you will sir, every cent. Thank you, sir."

"Now, go wait outside, I want to talk with your parents."

"Yes sir, thank you, sir."

After he was outside, I told them, "I think you've got a good kid that got mixed up with the wrong people. Thank you for supporting him by bringing him out here today."

"Thank you. You're a very special man, Mr. McKinney, offering him a second chance after what he did. We could tell you were a true gentleman when you invited everyone to your wedding and reception. When your son and daughter did their vows to be brother and sister I cried, and I knew they came from good parents," Mr. Turner said.

You've raised a good boy too. Those weren't his initials carved in the table top, yet he took responsibility for the damage, he didn't try to blame whoever actually did it. This world needs men like that. I'm looking forward to getting his call when he graduates.

I went back to work and finished the washer and dryer. I even tested it to make sure there were no leaks.

At dinner, Donny asked if he could have some friends over later that night for some games. Sure why not.

Around 9 Donny, Tonya, Craig, and two other boys and another girl showed up. Donny showed them around stopping specifically at the bath room where he had hung the enema bag after dinner. I heard him suggest that anyone who needed to empty out should do so before the game started.

Instead of strip poker, since they were already naked, Tonya, Craig, and the other residents of Oxford Hall, developed a poker game they called Ice Poker. It was like regular 5 card draw poker. The difference is in the penalty for losing. The top two winners of every hand got to push an ice cube from the resident hall ice machine, into the rectum of each of the losing players. The ice cube gave the loser an uncomfortable sensation while it melted, and eventually the accumulating water would act as an enema and overload the colon. When a player `spewed' they were out of the game. Younger players were almost always out early as their rectums were smaller and could hold less water. It was a fun game to watch because as their rectums filled up, in an effort to not spew, they would get into different positions to get the accumulated water up into their colons away from their anus. I did threaten them that anyone who spewed, other than in the toilet or outside, would be cleaning it up with their tongue.

To speed the game up, the first 5 hands were one ice cube, next 5 hands were two cubes, then 3 and so on. By the 3 cube round obvious distress showed on the loser's faces as the intense cold lasted longer. A warm water enema bag was hung by the toilet for those needing to warm their insides.

Next morning we washed sheets, cleaned the bathrooms and were ready to head home after lunch.

Jenifer went ahead and I stopped at the office delivering the bad news, at least it was for the resort. I went in and told Roy, "Cancel all bookings and remove trailer #4 from the rentable category. Convert my membership to reflect that and put me on a regular annual lease for the Hang-Out space." Roy understood and didn't complain. "Figure out our account with the 3 weeks of rentals and let me know if I owe you, or I have a credit towards my space rent.

 

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