In this chapter there will be a reference to high school students having sex. All the students mentioned will be 18+ years old.
The house was eerily quiet at 7:00 the next morning. Of course, her mother was in the kitchen prepping breakfast. "This is strange," Paige said, "The kids are still sleeping?"
"You better go check on them," Trudy said with a shrug and a smile, "Rod Serling may be lurking!"
"Who?"
"Never mind, but I would check on them."
The little kids' door was half open and Paige could hear Jamie talking to her doll. She stuck her head in, Jimmy was stirring; he turned his head and looked at her, "Hi kids!" Returning to the kitchen she got a cup of coffee and noticed her mom was making a chicken salad. "Oh, that's right! Those guys start today!"
"Yes, and I'm making a garden salad too."
"You forcing them to eat healthy?"
"If they don't want it, we'll have it for dinner!"
The two smaller children came in and sat down at the table. Paige got them some cereal, and said, "Okay, Mom, I'm going to research some listings. Tom said they'd be here by 8:00, so I'll stay until 8:30 or so in case they need me for who knows what."
"All good, Sweetie, don't forget Olivia and Sophie are going over to the Ferguson's this afternoon to swim."
Paige sat down at her desk in the bedroom and picked up her weekly planner. Today was going to be busy. The first thing scheduled was the listing for the McCullers' condo, "THAT ought to be a fun call!" she thought to herself. She flashed back to the threesome she'd had with Sara and Marie ten days ago, and that memory jarred her. "Oh my God! Before this summer began, I've never had a threesome in my life; now I've had three in the last ten days!"
It took some effort to refocus on business. She called the remote access to her voice mail and jotted down the calls that were relevant. Three new people wanted to list with Hannigan, and the fourth call was from an Ava Reed. She and her husband Mason were interested in the River Oaks neighborhood! Paige said it out loud, "I wonder if they know our little 'swinger' group?" She did a ten minute "look-see" on available properties; and just as she was about to pack things up for work, a pickup truck moved past the bedroom window toward the rear of the house.
She headed back to the kitchen, "They're here!" she announced, "Now the real fun begins!" She set the little ones up with a video and by the time she got back, Tom Brecher was sitting at the kitchen table. She and Trudy sat down with him over coffee and hammered out the final details of how the work would proceed.
"I don't see any real problems moving forward," Tom said, "but one thing to emphasize is the safety of the little ones. They might want to explore what's back there, and we don't need any unnecessary trips to the emergency room."
It was all set up in fifteen minutes, and as Paige left the house, she couldn't resist a little dig at her mother, "Okay Mom, I'm leaving, stay disciplined and watch the kids rather than all these attractive men around here!"
"Oh, go on with you! I swear, where does your mind go sometimes?"
Paige just laughed and said, "See you at 4:30!"
When she walked into the office, there was a young couple waiting there. Jimmy got up from his desk, "Hi Paige, this is Wyatt Freeman and his wife Rebecca, they came in five minutes ago and specifically asked for you."
"Well Good morning to you both, Wyatt...Rebecca!"
"Please, call me Becky!" said the wife, "We decided to just come on over and talk to you in person rather than call because we were having coffee in Polecki's Bakery this morning."
"Oh yes, I know the Poleckis, Jane and Adam!"
"That's right, and Jane overheard us talking and said we should call you."
Wyatt Freeman spoke up, "We just got into town last Thursday. It's a long story, but we had to come to Rochester in an emergency type situation for my company. I work for Rand Manufacturing and the regional guy here died in an accident. Very sad, but they asked me to take his place."
"That IS sad," said Paige, "not the best of circumstances, I'm sure."
"That's for certain," he returned, "the only positive from it is the really nice pay raise I got for agreeing to come here on such short notice."
"They have us in a hotel for now," Becky added, "but this is for the long term, and we might as well get the home buying process started as soon as possible."
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"Well, we don't have any children at the moment," Becky replied, "which is one reason why they asked us to come; it would have been hard for most other couples to uproot things so fast. Wyatt and I have only been married for a year."
"Are finances a problem?"
"Not really said Wyatt; I would say our 'all-in' is about $250,000."
"Awesome! We'll find you something very nice for that! Did you want a house, condo, townhouse, what?"
"A condo wouldn't be bad, depending on the location."
Paige handed Becky a pad of paper and a pen, "Okay then, write down the address of Rand Manufacturing. I have three or four phone calls I have to make and then we can sit down and look at some possible listings."
Back in her office, she checked her planner and returned three of the voice mail calls right away. For two of them, she left messages. The third one was a surprise! The man who wanted to list his house lived on the other side of her own block! She made an appointment for Thursday and ended the call.
It was then that an incredible thought hit her! The Freemans wanted a condo; what if the McCullers' location would work? She went out, picked up the pad, and said, "Five more minutes you two, is that okay?"
"No hurry," Wyatt replied, "Without an appointment, we're relaxed enough."
"Great!" Sitting back down she pulled up the map on the computer and looked at the address. Her heart skipped a beat, "Oh my God, I think this is going to work!" Sure enough, the map said Rand Manufacturing was only six minutes from Sara and Jason's condo!
Since Sara McCullers was her next call, she picked up her phone...and FROZE! A call was coming in, from Charlie Green! That familiar shiver went up her spine and chill bumps broke out all over her. For two seconds she thought about letting it go to voice mail; but no. Trying to control her voice, she tapped the green answer button, "Hello Charlie!"
"Hi Paige! Busy?"
"Very, but that's okay; what's up?"
"Oh, not a lot; but assuming everything is still on track for next Tuesday, I wonder if you had time to meet me tomorrow morning?"
Paige shivered again! She knew what he meant but said it anyway, "Regarding?"
"I unexpectedly have the day off tomorrow."
The redhead didn't answer for a full five seconds, "That's nice, and this appointment is for what exactly?"
She heard him snicker, "You're funny, Paige!" When she couldn't respond, Charlie added, "I know what you're thinking; tell you what...I'll text you my address, and if you can come by around 8:30, I'll be ready."
The redhead managed to say, "Okay, we'll see."
"Great! See you tomorrow!" He didn't sound cocky, but he did sound confident!
Paige stared at her phone. When it pinged with his text, she kept staring at it for another minute. Looking at her planner, she saw tomorrow's schedule could easily be arranged for this "appointment." Even as she thought, "What in the world am I doing?" she knew she was going to meet him. For just a moment the memory of their encounter from days ago flashed across her mind, and an erotic shudder coursed through her! "Oh my God," she said, "I'm fucking out-of-control!"
Forcing herself to stand and walk to the door helped regain a modicum of composure. "Wyatt, Becky... c'mon in!" When they took seats in her office, she said, "I may have found you the perfect place!"
