The Making of a Gigolo (8) - Felicity Chumley

by Lubrican

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Chapter Ten

Annie was in the kitchen, helping Ramona get lunch ready. When Bobby stepped in, though, it was Ramona who spoke first.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. You sure have stirred things up around here."

"I guess so," said Bobby.

Annie worked furiously at chopping something green. He went over to her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't intend for this to happen."

She looked up, her mouth a tight line.

"So you're sorry I'm having your baby," she said, flatly.

"No," he said. She looked up shocked. "I'm sorry that it's going to roil up your life."

"Wait a minute," she said, putting the knife down. Bobby relaxed a little. "You're not sorry you knocked me up ... but you're sorry it's going to mess things up for me?"

"Something like that," he said.

"I don't understand," she said.

"Well, I would never have made love to you, if I weren't comfortable with you being the mother of my child," he said. "I think you'll be a wonderful mother. You're bright, and cheerful. You have a good job, and you do it very well. I'm proud that you're going to have my baby. I just wish that it had happened under circumstances that you'd be happier about."

"You're proud" she whispered. "Of me?"

"Very much so," he said.

She stepped back. Her lips went tight again. "I won't marry you," she said. "I'm not ready to be married."

"I'll find a way to live with that," said Bobby, trying not to smile.

"Of course," she said, practically, "I'm not ready to be a mommy either, but I don't have a choice in that any more."

"I might be able to help with that," said Bobby. "I know a number of women who have had babies recently."

"I just bet you do!" snorted Ramona.

He ignored her. "I can introduce you to them. They can tell you all about it, and let you get some hands-on experience in dealing with babies. I know some other women who are about to give birth, and I'm sure they'd be happy to talk to you too."

"Do you know any women who aren't pregnant, or about to give birth?" asked Ramona. He couldn't tell how she felt about all this.

"You," he said, smiling.

She paled, and took a step back.

"Relax, Ramona," he said, grinning. "You don't need me."

"But Annie did?" insisted Ramona, still pale. She was a strong woman, regardless of how she was feeling at this moment.

"Yes," said Bobby. "I wouldn't have done that with her if she hadn't needed it."

"I did need it," said the girl, her eyes wide. "I was feeling sorry for myself, but then, the way he was so ..." She blushed. "He made it obvious that he thought I was pretty, and could have any man I wanted. I've been on cloud nine ever since." She frowned. "Well, until I found out I was pregnant. I'm not so sure about that part."

"Chester told me he's going to take care of you. You'll be able to raise the baby here, along with Felicity's. It could be much worse," he said. "Still, I'm sorry that you didn't want a baby."

"And Mrs. Chumley," said Ramona, still on guard. "Did she want a baby?"

"She didn't know she did," said Bobby. "I think she's finding out now."

"I don't understand," said Ramona.

"Just watch," said Bobby. "I think her attitude might change."

Another stone thrown in September was two weeks before Bev was to get married. She had stopped taking her birth control pills at the beginning of the month, in preparation for being fertile on her wedding night. She thought there was some residual protection, and so, she practiced with Bobby as often as she could get him to. The wedding was slated to be on the thirtieth. On the fifteenth, when her period was due ... it didn't start. It didn't start on the sixteenth, or the seventeenth either. As it turned out, it didn't start again for more than nine months.

She never told a soul ... not even Bobby.

Unlike her sister, Mary, Bev wasn't nervous on her wedding day. That she invited Constance over to spend the night before the wedding for one last sleepover, was a thing of friendship, and not to soothe her nerves. She didn't want Bobby that night either. In a strange twist, ever since she had found out Bobby had made her pregnant, she hadn't had the insane desire to have him in her, like she'd had before. She couldn't wait to be in bed with Bill, though. Having an excuse to be pregnant was only a very small part of that. Bill had never been where Bobby had been, and she couldn't wait to see what it was like to make love to another man.

She and Constance stayed up late, talking about all manner of things, but the preparations had made her sleepy, and eventually, her head drooped. Constance was saying something about Tim, when she fell asleep.

Constance wasn't tired. She felt like she hadn't been tired in weeks. Ever since that first night, in the back seat at the town square, she'd been letting Tim prod her tender pussy with his fingers. She knew, based on the sounds and motions that he made, that an orgasm was something more than what she was feeling. What he did felt wonderful, and she loved it, but she knew there must be more.

Now, with her best friend sleeping, Constance's thoughts turned to another bedroom ... down the hallway ... where a man was who knew all about female orgasms. She had watched him give them to the sleeping woman right in front of her.

She padded to his door, unembarrassed. How could she be embarrassed with Bobby? She had gotten over her insane crush on him, but she loved him still. He had been the first to make her feel attractive. He had been the first to kiss her. Now, maybe, he could help her understand this orgasm thing.

"Bobby?" she whispered. She could see the lump that was him, on the bed. He seemed to be alone. "Bobby?" she said, more loudly.

She saw the form move, and roll. His reading light came on, blindingly bright in the dark.


"I need to talk to you," she said.

"Okay," he said, rolling over. He was only dressed in his underwear. Her eyes went to it, just naturally. She'd seen his prick before, but couldn't resist looking there now. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I have this problem."

He patted the bed beside his hip. She sat and, unashamed, told him what was happening with her and Tim.

"You need to teach him what makes you feel good," he said softly.

"I don't know what makes me feel good," she moaned. "I thought maybe you would ... help me."

"With just my fingers?" he asked.

She remembered seeing his penis, sliding in and out of her mother. It had looked huge then, and she felt a coldness seep into her chest.

"Yes!" she said. "Just your fingers."

"Not my mouth?" he asked.

"Tim doesn't do that," she said, suddenly wondering what that would feel like.

"He's stupid, then," said Bobby.

"No he's not!" she said, defending the man she loved.

"Okay," said Bobby. "I want to kiss you, though."

"Okay," she said. That was something she'd done before, and had liked.

She'd seen the other girls climb up on him, but she didn't think that was right for what she wanted, so she lay beside him. He put his arm under her, and pulled her against him, but didn't touch her otherwise, except to kiss her.

His kisses were just as electric as Tim's, and she was instantly horny, like she'd be with her boyfriend. She felt Bobby's hand slide up her leg, and under her nightgown.

"You're wearing panties," he said, pulling back from her lips.

"Of course," she said.

"Don't you take them off with Tim?" he asked.

"I'm scared to," she said. "He wants to have sex with me."

"All this leads to sex," said Bobby. "It's normal for both of you to want to have it."

"Not until we're married," she moaned. "I keep my pants on. We just push them down."

"No wonder he can't satisfy you," said Bobby. "Honey, you have to be able to spread your legs for him."

"Ohhh," she moaned, obviously unhappy.

"I'll show you how he can do it with your panties on," said Bobby. "But you need to spread your legs."

"Okay," she panted.

He slid his hand into her panties, and she lifted one leg. His finger went into her so much deeper than Tim's, and she understood immediately what he had meant. She felt almost foolish for not being able to figure that part out for herself.

"Okay," said Bobby, as he probed her so deep that she felt an exquisite pain deep inside her. "He needs to rub your clitty," said Bobby, moving his finger out of her, and circling her bump with one fingertip. She hissed. "But each clitty is a little different," said Bobby. "Some like it like this." His finger kept circling, and, once in a while, mashing it. "Some like it like this," he said, rubbing his finger from side to side.

"Ahhhhhh," she moaned. This felt so much better than what Tim did.

"Some like it like this," he said again, this time rubbing his finger up and down her slit. That's what Tim did.

"No," she gasped. "Not that way. The last way."

"Like this?" he asked, adding two fingers, and rubbing sideways, back and forth.

"Yesssss," she hissed. She could already feel the pressure that built up, when Tim rubbed her, but it felt better now.

"Then you'll want him to do it lightly, and faster," said Bobby. "Kiss me now."

She let her lips meet his, and let his tongue into her mouth as his hand seemed to speed up, whipping back and forth. So suddenly that she wasn't prepared for it, the dam of pressure burst inside her, and exquisite agony wracked her body. Her mouth froze, wide open, and her eyes closed as her whole body seemed to expand, and then shrink back in, until all she could feel was the beautiful feeling where he was rubbing.

"That's my girl," he whispered, into her mouth. "Constance needs something long and hard in her pussy ... that's what Constance needs."

She felt him slide his thick finger deep in her again, and his hand wagged back and forth, the base of his finger torturing the spot he had been rubbing more gently.

"Ahhhhhhh," she groaned, and her leg clamped down on his hand.

He stopped, his finger deep inside her, and she gasped for breath.

"Was that what you had in mind?" he whispered.

"Uhhhhhh," she grunted, seeking his lips again, and kissing him half a dozen times.

"It feels just as good with a mouth on you," said Bobby.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, not sure she could take that feeling again.

"Let me show you," he whispered, getting up.

She felt his hands on her panties, and felt her hips lift, automatically as he dragged them to her thighs.

"Bobbeeeee," she whined.

"It's okay, baby," he said. "I won't hurt you."

"I'm scared," she panted.

"Just one more orgasm, and then you can go to sleep." He pulled the panties off her feet, and spread her legs.

"I don't ... I'm scared," she said, realizing that her sex was now wide open to a man.

She tensed as his head dipped, and then flopped back as his tongue made her feel simply marvelous. He licked and sucked her through two more orgasms, but she didn't care that he'd lied to her. She had to get Tim to do this. This was fantastic.

He reared up, and she lifted her head to see him pushing his underwear down.

"No, Bobby!" she yipped.

"I just need to cum," he said. "I've wanted to do that to you for years."

He started stroking his prick, and she watched, wide-eyed.

"You look so good," he huffed, staring at her pussy. "Tim's going to be a lucky man some day."

She lay mute, almost frozen as she watched something that she knew about, but had never seen. Somehow, when she sucked Tim, his penis seemed smaller ... less threatening. But this long, angry looking thing was poised, just above her pussy. Her legs were wide open. All he had to do was fall forward. She wouldn't be able to stop him.

"Please, Bobby," she moaned.

"I won't touch you, baby," he promised. "I just need to cum, okay?"

"Okay," she whispered.

He sped up, and his face tightened. Then he stopped, and aimed it downward. She saw a thick stream of white leave the tip of his penis, which was gripped tightly in his fist. That stream hit her soft brown pubic hair, and she felt the heat if it instantly. Another stream followed, and she felt it drench her pussy lips.

"Ohhhhh, Constance," he moaned.

Her hand went to her pussy, and she felt the mess he was making there, as another long streak of white shot out of his penis and hit her hand. She felt her bump, and her hand wagged, just like his had, almost by instinct. She knew instantly that she could do the same thing he'd done, and she did it, full of joy that he hadn't taken her virginity.

Her fingers flashed, and she came on them, sinking two fingers into her, like he had done, and pulling up on them, her hand still moving from side to side.

"Careful!" he whispered. "You're getting it inside you!"

"I'm on the pill," she rasped. "It's okay."

He sat down on his lower legs, and he let go of his penis, which hung low, now.

"It's a good thing you didn't tell me that a little while ago," he said. "I've wanted to fuck you since the day I met you."

"You can't," she moaned, her fingers still moving slowly across her clit.

"I know," he said. "But it would have been really hard not to if I'd have known you were safe."

"I never knew you wanted to do that," she sighed, relaxing.

"I won't," said Bobby, his voice stronger. "You can save that for Tim."

"Thank you," she said softly.

"Now, get out of here, before my unruly friend rears his head again. He still wants to find out what it would feel like inside you."

She jerked upright, and then saw his grin, and realized he was only teasing her.

"Now you know what to tell Tim to do," he said.

"Yes," she nodded. "I do."

"And don't come back here," said Bobby. "I don't know what I'd do if you came in here like this again."

"You'd never hurt me," said Constance.

"No, but why take chances?" he replied.

The wedding went off without a hitch, from Bev's point of view. Constance was beaming and beautiful, as was Linda, who also stood up with her. Florence was her maiden of honor, and looked much more nervous than Bev did.

That was because, before the wedding, while Bev was not needing Bobby, all Flo could think about was Ted. She pulled her brother into a closet, to have him take her mind off of her mother's lover.

She was nervous, because she could feel Bobby's semen running down her thigh, as she watched her sister get married.

With September gone, everyone hoped that things would calm down a bit. While it did for some, not all went smoothly.

A week into October, Bobby was, once again, summoned to the Chumley manor. He hadn't talked to anyone associated with Felicity since leaving, after Chester told him Felicity was pregnant. He had no idea what to expect.

What he did not expect was for Annie to open the door, beaming, and throw her arms around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him very thoroughly.

"Ohhh please say yes," she moaned.

Then she broke away, grabbed his hand, and literally pulled him, once again, to the library. Once there, she calmed, tapped, pulled the door open, and announced him. It was familiar now, with Chester sitting in his chair, a book on his lap, and Bobby just went in and sat down across from him.

Chester looked at him with a level gaze.

"I may have miscalculated your appeal," he said. "She won't admit it, but apparently, three days with you was not enough."

"Uh oh," said Bobby. "Is she acting up?"

"Both of them are acting up," said Chester.


"My wife is almost frantic, when we make love. I'm afraid she's going to pull the damn thing off! And Annie keeps dropping things. She's as nervous as it's possible to be and not shake like a dog coming out of a pond."

"And you think this relates to me?" said Bobby.

"I think so," said Chester. "Thank you, by the way. Felicity did come talk to me, like you told her to. We got everything straightened out."

"She's impulsive," said Bobby.

"Tell me about it," said Chester, smiling. "But there's another reason I think it relates to you," he went on.

Bobby waited.

"Working on a wild hair, I took the liberty of offering them ... you, occasionally. I hope I haven't made a horrible mistake."

"Sir, I have no intention of trying to steal your wife."

"I know that," snorted the old man. "What I was referring to is that I didn't negotiate that with you first. If you don't come through for me, there may be a revolt."

"You said occasionally," said Bobby.

"One night, every other week," said Chester. "For each of them." He sighed. "I had to argue about that, but a man has some pride, even when he's an old fogy like me. I'm tickled that you woke her up, and you know how I feel about the baby, but dammit, I like sleeping with my wife."

"As you should," said Bobby.

"What I quoted you just now was my final offer. They took it."

"I see your problem," said Bobby.

"I'd have talked to you first, young man, but it was almost an emergency. They've calmed down since then. I think they've figured out I hadn't talked to you yet, and they're behaving themselves." He sighed. "So, what do you say, boy? I'll compensate you for your time, of course."

Bobby thought. Then he looked up. "Mr. Chumley, the last time you hired me, I missed work. Coming out here one night a week - I assume you were thinking of alternating schedules - wouldn't really take away from my job. I can't really justify taking your money."

"Son, you've done more to shake things up around here than if a skunk had gotten into the house. My wife has never been more loving. I'm going to have a son or daughter to raise, something I never thought would happen. Even my maid is happy all the time, except when she's missing you. I could never repay you for what you've done here."

"Still," said Bobby. "I can't take money for making love to your wife. That's just ... strange."

"But you'll do it?" asked the man.

"Yes ... but no money," said Bobby.

"We'll discuss that later," said Chester. "There will come a time when you need something. You just remember that I owe you, and come to me when that time gets here. Deal?"

"Deal," said Bobby.

Both women were waiting for him outside the library doors. Both were holding their breath, waiting to see what had happened.

Bobby looked at them and sighed. "I suppose you've already assigned me days."

There were twin squeals of joy, and he was buried in soft arms, and soft lips, and hair that smelled good. His hands were full of soft buttocks, and a breast here and there, as they pulled him in a circle while they celebrated.

Half an hour later, Felicity, having seniority, as she called it, lay gasping on the bed in the guest room, her legs spread, and her pussy weeping thick white spunk.

"That time doesn't count," she panted.

"Should I ask Chester about that?" he asked, putting on his shirt.

"No!" she yipped. "Please, Bobby. We can't decide who gets to go first."

He looked at her naked body on the bed. "Didn't you just go first?"

"No, like I said, this one doesn't count. I know you, Bobby. You'll be ready to go again in fifteen minutes. You need to be with Annie today too. She's missed you so much."

Bobby sighed. "Okay," he said. "But I don't see how that will help. Whoever goes first next week, the other will have to wait two weeks."

"We've ... um ... been talking about that," said Felicity. "You just be here next Friday night. We'll have it all worked out, okay?"

"Okay," he said.

"Don't forget Annie!" she called out, as he left.

Annie had missed him. Once she'd figured out that her life wasn't ruined, and once Felicity figured out that she wanted to be pregnant ... for Chester ... things seemed to calm down. That was when they began to think back on how they got pregnant. They had compared notes, as it turned out, like they were in High School or something. Felicity had even told Annie to call Bobby, but Annie said she couldn't do that ... wasn't going to resort to the back seat of a car, just to feel better.

Then, when Chester had made his offer, hope had sprung up in both of them, and they became thick as thieves. Annie knew her place, as an employee, and did not take advantage of her employer's kindness. But, at those odd times when both could somehow tell, there was a five or ten minute suspension of the social order, and they were just friends, who got pregnant by the same "boy".

Annie was, therefore, exceedingly glad to see him, and to get to re-enact how she got in the condition she was in. She also wasn't nearly as experienced as Felicity, who knew how to make love with Bobby in a way that was very efficient, in terms of producing orgasms. Annie didn't know how to do that.

He spent an hour and a half with her.

The other thing that happened in October, that would spread ripples wide, was that Ted admitted to Mirriam that he was attracted to her daughter.

Neither he, nor Florence had any idea of what to do about the awkwardness that now enmeshed them, since that night when she'd unthinkingly pulled his hands to her breasts, and he'd kissed her. It had been an electric moment for both, and the feelings it had caused wouldn't just go away.

One night, when Ted was staying over, Mirriam noticed that he was withdrawn, and jumpy. She took him to bed, and he still exhibited anxious behavior. She knew something was on his mind. He had always been so ridiculously carefree in their relationship. Once she had gotten over the shock of meeting a man who wanted to have a sexual relationship with two different women, who happened to be best friends, there wasn't much that he could do to shock her any more.

He'd always been a consummate lover, with that strange bent penis of his. He was loving and caring and giving and demanding, all at the same time, and she loved being with him. She loved making love with him too, except that, lately, she was scared to death that she'd get pregnant again. She'd adjusted to the last one, but it had been the hardest pregnancy of her life. She'd adjusted to being the mother of an infant again too, but she didn't want to have another one a year from now. She was on the pill, but the doctor had warned her nothing was a hundred percent effective.

So, basically, they were both nervous.

She pulled back from a kiss.

"What's wrong?" she asked, stroking his cheek.

It was driving him crazy. He knew he felt something for Florence. He just didn't know what it was. It was different from what he felt for Mirriam and Prudence. They were just having fun. There was no pressure, with them. They liked him in bed, and he liked them in bed, but that was all there was, other than a very close friendship. They were what in later years would be called "fuck buddies". But this thing with Flo felt different, somehow, but he couldn't do anything about finding out what it was.

"You know I love you," he said, frustration in his voice.

"Yes," she said, quietly. She felt something heavy building in her belly. This didn't sound like it was going to end happily.

"And you know I love Pru."

"Yes," she said again. Surely he wasn't going to leave them both! She wanted to bite her tongue, but said it anyway. "And you know that neither of us can afford to get pregnant again."

"Oh, I know that," he said with a gusting breath. "That's not it. I can live with that. I mean, I want to father some children ... but I know it can't be with you." He smiled. "Or Pru," he added.

"Then what's wrong?" she asked.

"I think I have feelings for another woman," he admitted, just getting it out there.

"And she won't put up with ... us," said Mirriam, that heavy feeling back in her gut.

"I haven't the faintest idea," he said. "She knows about you. I don't think it's a problem for her ... or it hasn't been. It's just ... I don't think I can explain it."

"Why not? What are you talking about?" she asked.

He cupped her breast and stroked it lovingly.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said. "I love you, and I love what we have together."

"I do too," she said, putting her hand on top of his. "But neither Pru nor I want to keep you from finding a woman you can settle down with, and have your children with."

"If only it were that easy," he sighed.

"Why can't it be that easy?" she asked.

He closed his eyes. It was tearing things up anyway. He knew that. He might as well just get it over with.

"Because it's Florence."

It was silent for a few seconds.

"Florence?" she said, amazement in her voice. "My Florence?"

"Yes," he said, his eyes still closed. He couldn't look at her now.

"How did this happen?" she asked, still amazed.

"I don't know!" he said, finally opening his eyes. "We were just cleaning up a while back. You'd had Theodore, and were still in the hospital. She was washing dishes and I brought some to the sink. The next thing I knew she had my hands pressed against her ... here," he said, squeezing the breast he was still holding. "She was horrified. We both were! And then, for some stupid reason, I kissed her! Neither one of us could understand what was happening."

"What else happened?" There was a kind of surreal property to Mirriam's voice.

"Nothing," he said. "We went to bed." He realized what that sounded like. "Apart ... to our own beds." He wanted to be precise. "She went to her room, and I slept on the couch."

"My Florence!" said Mirriam. Her voice was stronger now.

"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean for it to happen, but I can't get it out of my mind now. I don't know if there's anything there or not, but it's driving me crazy."

"So that's why she's been acting so strange," said Mirriam.

"I don't know," he said. "We haven't really talked about it. Neither of us wants to hurt you."

What Ted could not know was that Mirriam had been worried about Flo for several years. She wasn't normal, in the sense that she had no boyfriends ... didn't seem interested in men at all. She seemed quite happy with things the way they were. She didn't want to fly the nest, like Mary and Beverly had, and like she was quite sure her other daughters would, some day. But it was just so odd ... not exploring men. Now, she had just been told that her daughter did have an interest in a man ... a man Mirriam knew well, and loved ... a man she trusted.

There was some pain as the result of his comments too, of course. Mirriam was quite sure that, if anything developed between Ted and Flo, that Flo would no longer accept Ted's relationship with her mother. Her hopes for Florence could come true ... but the cost would be losing her own lover. It was irony, taken to the extreme.

And, what Ted could not know, was that Mirriam had spent her entire adult life taking what she could get, and being satisfied with that, instead of gnashing her teeth, or feeling sorry for herself. When Joe had come, she had loved every second of it. When he was gone, eventually forever, she had resigned herself to life without him. Then Ted had come along, and she'd had a sudden reprieve from loneliness and the lack of ... intimacy. She'd grabbed at that gold ring too, loving it, but knowing it would not last forever. Maybe that's why she had succumbed to Bobby. He would be there for her forever.

In short, Mirriam Dalton was strong enough to give him up, if it might result in something better for her daughter. Florence knew him as well or better than any other adult man. If she was attracted to him, it was no mere crush. For Mirriam, the decision was easy.

"If you think I'm upset because one of the sweetest men I know is interested in my daughter, you don't know me as well as you thought you did," she said.

"I feel so guilty," he moaned. "It isn't fair to you."

"What's not fair is a beautiful, intelligent young woman going through life alone, because the one man she gets interested in is encumbered with a woman he can never marry, or have children with," said Mirriam. "That would be unfair."

"But I'll always want you," he said. "I'll always love you."

"Perhaps that may fade, with time," she said. "The point is that you need to find out how she feels, and how you feel. You need to spend some time with her."

"How can I do that?" he asked.

"Ask her out on a date, of course," said the naked woman in his arms. She leaned forward to kiss him with gusto, and then pulled back. "After you make love to me one more time, that is."

The date, as it turned out, ended up being an invitation to accompany him to the school Halloween party. All the students, and all the teachers were invited to come, in costume. There would be a school type carnival, with games, and cheap prizes, easily won. There would be punch, and candy and everyone could have some fun.

Asking her was the hard part. He couldn't just tell her that, while he was fucking her mother, he'd confessed that he was horny for Flo, whereupon her mother had suggested he go for it. It just wasn't done that way.

And, as far as he could tell, Mirriam hadn't talked to her daughter.

In that, he was wrong. Mirriam had taken her into the bedroom the very next morning. It had been an eye-opening session for Florence.

Mirriam hadn't beaten around the bush.

"I understand that you put Ted's hands on your breasts," she said, for an opener.

Florence blanched. "It was an accident, Mamma!"

"How can you accidentally put a man's hands on your breasts?" asked Mirriam.

"I was all tense, and he was rubbing my shoulders. His hands felt so good, Mamma. I just wasn't thinking clearly. I kept thinking how nice they might feel on my ... you know."

"Your breasts?" said Mirriam firmly. "Girl, you're nineteen years old. They're breasts. Can't you even say it?"

"Mamma!" cried Florence, as tears came. "I didn't mean it! It was a mistake, Mamma. I love you. I didn't mean to ... I don't want to take him away. Please, Mamma." She ended up bawling.

Mirriam pulled her into her arms and cradled her oldest unmarried daughter.

"Why didn't you just tell me you liked him?" she asked, stroking Flo's hair.

"I couldn't, Mamma," the girl sobbed. "He's yours."

"He isn't mine," snorted Mirriam. "He isn't anybody's. He's a grown man, who has brought much joy into my life, but nobody owns him. Not yet. But if you wait too long to claim him ... if that's what you want to do ... then some other woman may do that, and then he'll be lost to all of us."

"I don't know if I want to claim him," moaned Flo, pulling back and wiping her eyes.

"Then you need to spend some time with him," said her mother. "Go on some dates."

"He won't ask me on a date!" blurted Flo.

"He's attracted to you too," said her mother. "He confessed it, just like you did. I told him the same thing I just told you."

"Ohhhhh Mamma," cried Florence, hugging her mother tightly. "I love you so much!"

Then, though, Florence waited to be asked on a date. She surely wasn't going to go throw herself at him. He made her tingle, and he made her have to seek Bobby out for a good, long fucking, but she wasn't going to play the part of the man, and ask for a date. That was his job!

She got her wish, when he asked her to the Halloween party. It just wasn't quite what she'd thought her first date with him would be like.

That date, and other things of interest to the reader, will be chronicled in book nine of this series. We'll continue some of Bobby's relationships, and meet a new woman who took him a little further down the road towards being a gigolo.

The End

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