Wake-Up Call. Joaquin De Torres

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СКАЧАТЬ As she tipped the glass further, I felt her free hand holding my thigh. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

      “It is!” I faked enthusiasm as I slowly pushed the glass away. She sat back down and she drew her legs up to her chest again.

      “No, Dr. Flores,” continued Blaine. “Doug couldn’t have worked for me. I’m very particular about who I hire. I’ve turned down countless qualified people because they just didn’t have that special quality. Sure, they had the credentials but I look for a special quality that sets them apart from others. I’m sure you know what I’m saying.”

      “Of course. Can’t have any mental disabilities in your offices, that’s for sure.” I knew he couldn’t tell I was mocking him.

      “That’s right, Doctor!” The laugh.

      “Where are the drinks, dear?” Faye called out. I found my eye drawing back to Brittany and noticed she was already looking at me. She smiled; I smiled back. Her legs were drawn up, but then she slowly moved her right leg aside. My body stiffened. The large, wide patio table blocked Faye from viewing any of this; besides, she was oblivious while on her phone. The massive canopy umbrella had tassels dangling along the edges, so Blaine couldn’t see anything from the latticed cabana. I kinda felt Brittany knew all this, too.

      This was my first time experiencing a full-on, first-class tease-the-middle-aged-stranger ritual, and I couldn’t bring myself to stop it, nor fight its appeal.

      “One Appletini for the lady of the house!” Blaine exclaimed as he placed the drink in front of his wife. He returned to the bar and turned the blender to ICE CRUSHER mode.

      Brittany glanced at her mother who was now texting someone else, then looked back to me. She took her right hand and placed it on her deeply tanned thigh and moved it closer to the edge of her bikini panty. She looked back at her father then back to me. As much as I told myself to do so, I just couldn’t look away. She slid her fingers across the yellow fabric and pulled it wide to the side. My throat locked. With a more hypnotic expression on her face, she buried her fingers in her bed of black curly hair, then sank one finger deep inside the veritable forest until it disappeared at the knuckle.

      I was hypnotized at this erotic act of seduction-my seduction! Her eyes half closed for a moment, then flew open wide. Her hand retracted quickly as Blaine stepped up and propped the frosty goblet in front of me.

      “One freshly-whipped strawberry-mango margarita for the good doctor!” He took his seat next to his wife and looked at her annoyingly. “Honey, we have a guest. You can check your Facebook messages later.”

      “I’m not on Facebook, honey,” she retorted, still thumbing the keys. “I’m talking with Marlene. We’re discussing the menu for Thursday’s social. Start the grill, why don’t you.”

      “Dad, I can give Doctor Flores a tour of the house while you’re barbequing,” Brittany stated enthusiastically while standing up. She took a position behind me and placed her hand on my shoulder. Yes, that hand. The aroma of suntan oil, chlorine and human lust was wildly intoxicating. She bent over me to grab her drink and I felt her full young breasts rubbing my neck.

      “That’s a good idea, Brit,” said Faye, still typing. “Take him to the basement game room and play some pool.”

      “Yeah, do that, Brit,” Blaine agreed. “Make sure you get him another margarita when he’s done with that one.”

      “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him.” I could feel her nipples hardening on my neck.

      “Great, Brit! Keep him occupied for an hour and the food should be ready by then.”

      “Actually, I have to go!” I said abruptly. I stood up and turned to Brittany and realized that she was about four inches taller than me. The deep valley between her tanned breasts held my eyes for a moment, to her satisfaction as registered by her appreciative grin. But when I whispered “Brittany, I can’t,” her expression turned to disappointment. As I moved passed her, her hand smoothly slid to my crotch and gently squeezed. I froze again because I was hard! Like a lead pipe, but I couldn’t let the Tuckman’s see that.

      “Please stay,” Brittany whispered as she squeezed my penis again. I began to sweat at the temples.

      “Come on, Doctor. Just have lunch with us,” urged Faye. I took my seat again, not daring to turn around. I reached for my briefcase next to my chair.

      “One second, please,” I stalled. I retrieved my cell, pressed one button and shook my head. “I really can’t. I’ve got another appointment in Hayward and I’ve really got to get going.”

      “Well, then leave us your card,” suggested Blaine. “We’d like to know the status of Doug now that we know you’re in charge of his care.”

      “I’m not in charge of his care, yet, Mr. Tuckman. First I have to find him. I will let you know when I do.” I put my card in front of Faye, but it was snatched up by Brittany. She picked up her cell and began entering my number into her phone. She winked at me and gave the card to her mother. By that time I was ready to stand up. I took my bag, and extended my hand to Faye.

      “Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Tuckman.” She shook my hand and smiled, then her cell phone went off again and she forgot I was there. I walked around the table to where Blaine was drying his hands after washing them at the bar. Brittany followed closely behind.

      “Thank you again, sir, for your time.”

      “Doctor Flores, can I have a word with you privately?”

      “Sure.” I noticed Brittany didn’t get the hint and instead stood behind her father.

      He made that laugh, but this time it was laced with embarrassment. He looked down awkwardly and I could tell he didn’t want to say what he was about to say.

      “Dr. Flores, I have a sizable life insurance policy on Doug, as well as my daughter here. Now I’ve checked with the police department a few times over the years and so far the reports have been negative, thank God. But if anything happens to him. . .” He laughed but cut it short. His voice lowered to a whisper. “I need to know.” I looked at him stonily.

      “To collect the money,” I said coldly.

      “Exactly.” I looked over my shoulder at Faye and saw that she was now standing on the far side of the pool talking on her cell. So, I unloaded.

      “Mr. Tuckman, your son could be dead in a ditch right now! Dead for weeks, and the last thing you want me to know about is your goddamn insurance policy?”

      “I’m sorry if that came out bad, Doctor-”

      “Came out bad? I’ll tell you what came out bad. You and your wife have no clue about your son’s condition and its ramifications. He may have Axis II mental retardation, syndromal autism, neurodegenerative disease, first rank schizophrenia, or all of the above. More than six years out of a mental hospital, he’s definitely suffering some substantial, maybe progressive mental psychosis. The horrible thing is, every day he spends alone on the street, the risk of him being a victim of a violent or deadly act goes up exponentially.”

      Tuckman considered this and looked down in shame; Brittany bit her lip and turned her head.

      “Now, I’ve got to find him and get him into my СКАЧАТЬ