Sandy and Steven begin preparing for the future.
Rachel and I were aroused from our sleep by the not too terribly annoying ringing of the telephone which, of course, was the automated wake up call. I had my usual case of morning wood and after a quick trip to the bathroom for each us to relieve our bladders and brush away the dragon breath, Rachel was more than willing to attend to my other physical needs by whatever means I wanted. She offered her ever hungry mouth and throat for my pleasure declining my own offer to favor her with my lips and tongue. She told me last night had been for her but this morning was for me. Sadly, our time was limited as I needed to get to the office so we both passed on the opportunity for a special breakfast in bed.
We decided to skip breakfast at the hotel but Rachel did make a pot of coffee at the wet bar. We took a shower together and dressed to go home. While we were having our coffee, I called Sandy to be sure she and Tracy would be ready to go to the office when I brought Rachel home. Sandy told me all three of them were already up and stirring. She added that we could skip breakfast at the hotel since they were anxious to hear all the details about our date and she would cook breakfast.
When we got down to the front desk to check out, once again all eyes were on Rachel. Her tight ass cheek revealing shorts and cropped tank top made it nearly impossible for anyone not to stare at her.
Upon seeing the huge passion mark on Rachel's throat, the morning desk clerk said with a brilliant but sexy smile, "Please don't be offended but I am going to decline to ask you if you had pleasant stay."
I grinned and asked, "Is it that obvious?"
She said, "Duh! Uh huh!"
Rachel and I joined her in a reasonably quiet round of laughter after which I asked her if we could order one of the robes like the ones in our room and have it sent to us since gift shop was not yet open. She said she would take care of it and added the cost to the room bill.
When we arrived back at the house Sandy, Tracy, and Karen were waiting for us in the kitchen eager to hear all the details of our date. I left Rachel with them to tell the story while I went to change clothes for work. I wasn't quite ready to adopt jeans and a tee shirt as my working clothes so I opted for a golf shirt and a pair of slacks. We were in the construction business so a suit and tie was necessary only rare occasions.
As I entered the kitchen, I wondered if Rachel's tale of our date would be like a fishing story in which the fish got larger with each retelling. I smiled as I thought I would like to hear her description of the date to her girlfriends back at home knowing full well she would not mention her date had been with her cousin. Also, I imagined taking Sandy and Tracy away for a surprise weekend trip. I knew my days of dating college girls was, for the most part, over. I had every guy's dream in the four women sitting at my kitchen table right now any one of whom was more than enough woman for any man.
After breakfast, Sandy, Tracy, and I left to go to the office. On the way, I told Tracy to handle the arrangements with the funeral home concerning Dad and Daphne since she was a disinterested third party with no personal agenda which might affect her decisions. Sandy readily agreed with my idea and Tracy told me to leave everything to her.
I also told Tracy to call Zack and ask him to stop by the office as soon as he could. Zack arrived only a few minutes after we did. I told him we needed to find my father's truck in the airport parking lot. I had him ride with me in my car since I wanted him to drive the truck back to the office.
We talked mostly about the projects which were already in progress. When I told Zack my mom thought we might need to hire someone with a general contractors license, he smiled and agreed she was right about that.
Then Zack surprised me by saying, "Steven, correct me if I am wrong but the way I see it your mother is handling the money, but you're really the boss. Isn't that so?"
"Zack, I detest lying so the answer to your question is, yes, I am running the business but for everyone who doesn't figure it out my mother is the boss. I hope you are OK with that," I replied.
"Hell, I like it that way. In just the past couple of days, you have shown me that what you lack in knowledge and experience you more than make up for in guts and you are trying to keep things running smoothly without acting like a smart ass. I really expected to have clients and suppliers climbing all over me asking questions. That hasn't happened and you haven't been on every job site trying to show everyone you are in charge. I'll do everything I can to help you, Steven.
"Thanks, Zack, I really need your help right now. By the way, if you like Dad's truck, it is yours as a company vehicle. In my opinion, you've damn well earned it. If you want it, we'll drop it off at Savage Ford and let the service department go through it," I told him.
"Shit! I never imagined I'd ever get a company vehicle. Of course, I want it as long as I don't have to kill anyone to get it," he laughed in reply.
"All I ask is to that you keep doing your job as usual and find me a general contractor," I said to him.
"Yes sir, boss. Hell, I wish I had that license, myself," he said.
I decided to take a bit of a risk by finding out why he didn't have at least some type of contractors license. He had the experience and the written examination couldn't be that difficult to pass. When I asked him about it, he told me it was mostly due to the financial requirements that he had not tried to get the license.
It was time for me to 'put up or shut up' so I asked, "Zack, if I commit the company to provide you with the necessary financial support, will you do the rest to get the license and sign a five-year no compete contract with us?"
