Chapter 76

"No! Pimping is a man telling a woman what she must do. I don't want that. I want you to go home and talk to her. If she agrees to do what I want of her own free will and choice, then come back here together and you must both sit here and offer me what I proposed. If you don't come back, tonight, I tear up the check for one hundred thousand and go home, the deal for the house is over. You can cash the ten thousand as a consolation prize."

"How do I tell her about this?"

"Again, not my problem. Perhaps there is something she would like to buy that the money would let her buy? Something for your daughters?"

Asshole John sat for two minutes so deep in his head he didn't notice me move the briefcase and put the hundred thousand in a drawer. I left the ten thousand on the table. That check was made out to John.

A few minutes later I said, "Don't you think you ought to get home?"

He nodded and put his papers in the briefcase. He picked up the check and put it in his pocket. He wandered out the door and drove away, the wrong way. Less than a minute later he drove back past the house. I went to my car and brought in some electronic equipment. I installed two cameras in the dining room that broadcast a digital image and sound to a hidden recorder that I put in the entry closet.

It was after ten when the mini-van parked. I already had the porch light on and chairs at the dining room table. When they got out of the van I opened the door, turned on the recorders and went to my seat at the table. John knocked. I called out, "I'm in the dining room. Come in and please close the door."

The door closed and they came into the dining room. John introduced me to his wife and I motioned for them to sit. The recorders were on.

"We have an offer for you." John said.

"What is it?"

For the next five weekends my wife, Crystal, will come over and spend the weekends with you. She will cook for you, be good to you and generally treat you as a wife would treat a husband. For that, you will give her five thousand a weekend."

"Is that what you want to do, Mrs. Wilson?"

She nodded.

"What, exactly, will you do that could be worth five thousand a weekend?"

"Be your sex slave. You can fuck me every day and night."

"Is that all?"

She sat fuming for long seconds and replied, "No. I'll suck you off if you want."

"Is that what YOU offer me, Mrs. Wilson or is this your husband's idea?"

"We thought of it together."

"Then I accept. Be here at seven on Friday night and you may return home anytime after five on Sunday evening. When you come, bring casual clothes. Call me tomorrow and I will go shopping for foods I like and that you can cook. I may have one or two meals delivered."

I stood and told them how glad I was to meet Mrs. Wilson and thanked Mr. Wilson for the offer. As we headed for the door I shut off the recorders. Then I remembered the check for opening escrow. I got it and handed it to John.

She called me at ten in the morning.

"This is Crystal."

"What do you like to eat, Honey?"

"Please, call me Crystal. I like sea food, salads, and some ethnic foods."

"And, Crystal, what do you like to cook?"

"My kids like my mac and cheese. John likes when I bbq fish, salmon or swordfish. I make good enchiladas, tacos and huevos rancheros."

If you make a list of what I need to buy I'll go shopping and get it all. What beverages do you like to drink?"

"Most days I limit myself to water and diet sodas. Since I won't have kids around I would love a Margarita or six. I don't drink beer." I was glad to hear that. The two times I knew she drank a beer she threw up inside someone's car.

"Can you give me a shopping list?"

"It would be easier if I stopped on the way to your house and bought what we need. Is that Ok?"

"I'll give you cash for what you spend. Get lots of diet Coke and I can put it in the garage. In fact get lots of everything except perishables and the shopping won't take as long each weekend."

"Is it Ok if John drops me off and on Sunday picks me up? We only have the mini-van."

"Ok. He can help bring things into the kitchen for you."

"Ok. See you Friday."