Hi, and welcome to part 5 of Robert Johnson adventures.
Once again, I would like to thank you for your kind words and your constructive criticism. I do read each one and take on board what you say.
I also want thank Ian D for his editing and quick turn around.
Apologies to the readers who are waiting on my other stories. They won't be much longer. Going to Hell just seems to write itself.
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We left part 4 with Robert back at University. Jin visits, and he meets Maria for the first time. Maria is so impressed with Roberts performance, she introduces him to her single friends and they form The Club. We left the it where Rob had just agreed to look after the girls needs until they find a suitable boyfriend.
All sexually active characters are over the age of 18 years.
Please sit back, relax and enjoy.........
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It's the weekend after the girls propositioned me, and I'm on my way to the same parcel office where Jin picked up the backdrops that are on my wall. I haven't ordered anything, so I am wondering what I'm picking up.
As I wait in the queue with my card from the delivery guy saying it was too big to deliver, my mind drifts to my life.
I've had a repeat visit from each Tracy while the rest get themselves tested. This time they came over separately. The Tracys got tested Tuesday afternoon, but we figure that even If they've already got an STD, they've already given it to me. Before you ask, yes, I was tested Wednesday morning.
I was having a bit of a low-key birthday until Maria found out on the day. The girls took me out for a curry in the local Chinese, and then Maria took me home and screwed my brains out, which is new for me.
"Can I help you?" A woman asks me from behind the counter. I hand her the card with a smile; she looks at the card and shouts, "Harry, can you come here, please?"
A large middle-aged man walks around the corner with a mug in his hand. "What do you need?"
"This chap has come for the coffin," she replies, smiling.
"The coffin?" I ask bemused.
She looks back at me. "You'll see," she says as I follow Harry through the double doors. We walk around the corner, and he points to a large wooden crate that looks just like a coffin from a western or the Victorian age.
"Shit, how will I get that in my car?" I say out loud.
Harry laughs. "That's your problem, but you can back your car here, and I'll help you open it. Hopefully, the contents will fit.
I nod and reverse my car into the loading bay doors. When I get back to the box, Harry has left a crowbar sitting on top. I set about prying the lid off as a couple of workers come over to see if it has a body inside.
As the splintered wood yields its contents, there's an audible groan as the contents are individually wrapped in foam cloths.
"It's a mummy," someone shouts.
I pick up the note that's been placed on top.
'Dear Rob,
I have sent you a token of our appreciation for your help and discretion with our little problem you solved for us.
Yours always,
Jin'
"Sorry, guys, to disappoint. It's computer gaming things sent as a gift." I load the things into my car, still wrapped for ease of transport. There is loads of it, and it not only fills the boot but the back seat.
It takes me two hours to unload the car and put it in my room. I'm knackered by the time I've finished. I undo a couple of the parcels out of curiosity. The first is packed with games. I'm talking about special editions and collector's items. Next is a special edition Master system, all boxed up and unopened. I'm tempted to unwrap the rest, but I don't have time. I have several priority programs to sort out and am now behind.
I am doing a lot of gaming work at the moment. Most of the programs I am checking through are for software companies. They also want me to put my stamp on the graphics. I often take a couple of weeks a time to improve the gameplay. My reputation is growing, and gaming companies worldwide are turning to me to solve their most difficult and irritating problems. Paul has trebled my fee, put extra on the use of my name and they still keep coming.
I am holding a letter from Jenny in my hand. I had yet to hear from her and had half expected her to phone me when she missed my visit to Tesco. As soon as I opened the letter, I knew something was different. First of all, there is only one sheet of paper. The second thing was that it had no little drawn pictures that she normally doodles.
I take a deep breath and read the first line. In big capital letters, Jenny wrote, "WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" as I read through the letter, she made it very clear that she had wanted Nathanial to pick her up and that I had no right talking to her friend about her. The letter isn't even in code, which is strange.
"Shit," I say to myself. "This doesn't sound like the Jenny I know." I am physically shocked. I put the letter back in its envelope. "I will deal with this later," I say, trying to think what to do.
I do have something to take my mind off the Jenny problem. This weekend Liz will be coming up for her first visit. We had a long talk on the phone about the latest development with the girls, and she offered to get tested immediately. For some reason, the UK tests only take forty-eight hours, whereas the Scottish ones take up to a week.
I'm still waiting to hear from Charlie; I will phone her Aunty if I have not heard from her by Sunday. On the bright side, Bec called, and she seems a little better. She's looking forward to Easter and is no longer officially going out with Tommy Lee. I can't say I am sorry that's over. Don't get me wrong, if Bec found Mr. Right, I would be happy for her, but Tommy Lee was nothing but bad news.
So here I am, standing at the station, waiting for my latest visitor. It's not long until her train pulls in, and I see the blonde bombshell get off.
I'm into double figures now, and out of all the girls, she is the most athletic and the one that wears me out. Her body fits her perfectly. She's the only girl I know without an ounce of fat on her. Her tits are small but fit her physique perfectly. The smile on her face as she spots me is infectious, and she's blonde.
"Rooooobbbbb," she calls. I smile at her enthusiasm.
Liz launches herself at me as soon as she is in range. Her kiss is full of excitement and expectation as we stand in the busy railway station, making out.
The moment we break to catch a breath, I lean back, "how are you, Liz?"
"Now I am here, happy. I have missed your weekly visits."
"Feeling horny then?"
"You bet; take me home and fuck my brains out, Rob," Liz says in a not-very-quiet voice.
The train station is a ten-minute walk from the flat, and I am dragged into the bedroom the moment we are back. Liz has always been my most adventurous lover, and this weekend looks no different. We make love to start and then out and out sex twice before we break for something to eat.
At around seven-thirty, Liz and I are sat in the lounge with a cup of tea when Len surprisingly comes home to change. "Hey, Len, this is a rare honor to see you home."
"So I see," he says, eyeing Liz's bare legs.
"Shit, sorry, Len. Len, this is Liz. Liz, my flat-mate Len who is rarely home these days."
"Pleasure to meet you, Len," Liz says, offering a hand.