It was morning and I felt more than saw the light from the window that woke me up. Sara and I had a good love making session the evening before, but I fell asleep after three bouts. It was almost nine when I arose and got dressed. I also got ready to get a rocket up my rear from Sara for crapping out last night. I even slept through Paula's call to breakfast. I got up and dressed and went down to the kitchen, but through the window I noticed that Sara and Paula were seated at a table by the pool discussing something.
I walked out and Paula got up and passed me as I walked to the table. I waited for the blast from my wife, but she was quiet. I leaned down and kissed her without her objecting. It felt so good that I kissed her again. I was surprised that there was no snarky comment, but relieved.
"You slept like a log last night are you alright?" ask Sara.
"I'm fine, I guess I needed the sleep, maybe that happens when I don't have to worry about work. What were you and Paula discussing as I came out?"
"I told her that Bret's tribe was coming this afternoon and be prepared, I also told her what we needed her to do while we were away," said Sara.
"Do you have hotel reservations in Houston? But it is silly to ask because you do."
"It is not silly to ask but everything is under control," said Sara.
Paula came out with my breakfast and a refill for Sara. Sara asked me when I decided to work on the cabana. I said the moment you told me to find something to do the idea popped into my head. It was either that or look, for a new house and I am not ready for that. Sara said that she had no interest in moving. "Che Red Rock is perfect," she said. Paula brought out a pitcher of lemonade and we both sat and continued to talk. It had been awhile since Sara and I just talked, and sex was not included. Sara discussed the issues with the ranch and her frustrations with Colin and Fiona who didn't monitor the work of the local law firm that the family hired.
"The firm is good but set in their ways," she said.
She asked if I had any work scheduled and I replied that I did have five assignments on my book scheduled to start in three to four weeks.
"I guess that I will be a plague on you and Paula until stuff takes off."
"Not if I have any say in the matter. The Cabana better be well along before you start work," said Sara.
I looked at my watch and noted that it was close to 1:00. At that moment a gangly young lady came walking into the pool area holding her father's hand. Mary Megan was indeed walking and handling it well. She was dressed in a simple one-piece bathing suit covered by a t-shirt with "Daddy's Girl" printed on the front. Behind her were her brother and sister. Sara jumped up and walked over to the toddler picked her up and kissed her cheek. She carried the child over to where we were sitting. George and Bret came over to the table, the two other kids hit the pool.
"You forgot to ask permission! Get out and come over here right now," said Bret to her two older kids.
The two kids swam and walked to the wall and exited the pool. They lined up next to where we were sitting and stood "It is ok for us to get in the pool Mr. Rogers?" asked the kids in unison.
I almost made them wait but I didn't, and they jumped in moved to the center of the pool away from the adults. Sara was fascinated by Mary Megan, who was picked up by the nanny and taken to the pool.
"I guess this means we have to work," I said.
"Well I want to play with a young lady who has been kept from me for too long," said Sara.
"Well you could make one of your own, and have him or her 24/7/365," said Bret.
"But she is a work of art don't you just want to keep her that size?"
"Sara they all grow up but thank you for the complement. Rene´ likes them also. She started painting them last week."
We all got up and moved to the dining room inside. Paula brought a tray with a pitcher of lemon aid and glasses. The kids would be under the control of Nanny Roberts. Mrs. Kelly would bring refreshments and assist outside while we worked on the inside.
Bret was clearly in control as she handed out copies of the pilot script. She gave the "Elevator Pitch" like she has done many times. I was about to speak when Bret broke in.
"Paul, I have already rewritten your character after your limited feedback the other night," said Bret.
This was going to be a multi-day meeting to go over the pilot and the concept. Sara realized that there was a lot of work but kept quiet. Bret went over the first act where Sara and I met and asked for feedback.
Sara said that she liked the way I started the original script with her using the internet to look for me when she was in London. Bret took notes of the conversations. Two hours past and there were several good suggestions all noted down by Bret. Bret and I checked our watches and meeting was going on for two and a half hours. I could tell that Sara was tuning out with our talk about dramatic tension and other issues. Sara was getting antsy, so I hinted that we needed to end. I said that my agent would be getting in touch with Bret's company to discuss compensation and credit line. Bret ended the meeting by asking me and Sara read the script and give her feedback. Sara bolted out of the meeting to go play with Mary Megan. George followed Sara and Bret and I paused and continued meeting. Bret discussed credits and compensation, but I said that my agent would call and discuss it with her. It would be usual for Sara and me to get an executive producer credit. I would also get a writing credit. The big sticking point would be the compensation and I would need to discuss that with Sara and my agent. We walked out to the pool just as George was corralling the kids. Mary Megan was being entertained by Sara until George and the nanny took charge.
Sara and I walked out to their car and watched them drive away. I put my arm around Sara as we walked back toward the pool. Paula came out with a tray of martinis and deposited the cocktails on the table. I picked up my glass and gently sipped the drink. Paula was becoming expert in building martinis. I looked into Sara's eyes and grasp her hand and whispered that I loved her.
"Darling I know that, but I require proof at times. You must have an iron hard cock when I demand it," said Sara with a smile.
She leaned over and kissed me, her hand dropped down to my lap and explored. I moved a little closer so she could find what she was looking for. Sara took a sip of her cocktail and pronounced it good.
"It must be the gin that I wanted Paula to try," said Sara.
"Could it be my hard cock that is influencing you?"
