Summer Menagé IV
AnniKay

Sam/Mercedes/Puck
Disclaimer: I own Nothing…Murphy, Falchuk, and Brennen along with Fox and others own this fandom and all the characters there in…Anything you recognize obviously belongs to them.

THANKS to DaughterofDarkness87. Awesomest Beta of 2017!

THANKS to all the Veterans who served America in times of War and in times of Peace.

Rest in Peace to my Grandfather who served in both WWII & in Korea. Granddaddy, you are loved and you are missed.

Rest in Peace to my Uncles who served in Vietnam. Melvin & Alexander, you are loved and you are missed.

Happy Veteran's Day to my family members, kind of too numerous to list, who have served in the military in the years since.

Chapter 14

Endless Summer Nights (Richard Marx)
Darcy PoV

I had nothing at all to complain about. I had more than one amazing job. I had very little in the way of living expenses. Between Gwen and Hector, almost all of my tech cost were expensed back to me. I'd been very diligent about paying down my student loan debt. I'd come out of undergrad with less than thirty thousand in debt, but I'd incurred quite a little over three times that just for my concurrent MS work. I wasn't even sure if Sam, Puck and Mercy knew that I had my MS. I had a very real tendency to hide my intelligence behind my snark. My mom and Dennis hadn't found out until they'd gotten the letter with the tickets that communicated exactly what degrees I was graduating with. So realistically, KAMA may have thought that when I graduated in the June after I was hired, I was getting just my undergrad degrees, but I was actually getting the MS, the two BSs and the AA. It had been hard as hell. I'd had to take both night and summer classes to make it work, but it had been so entirely worth it. So, when I got that huge windfall bonus after the Valentine's concert, I'd put the whole thing towards paying off my student debt.

Then, a miraculous thing happened. I got a bonus from Rangeman when they finished calculating the impact my work for them had made. In addition to the somewhat ridic contractor fees they were paying me, which were a total bonus to me anyway…Rangeman gave me a bonus of twenty-five thousand that I immediately put towards my student loans, too. With those two bonuses and the fourteen hundred bucks I sent the student loan vampires like clockwork, I had less than what I owed for just the undergraduate portion of my education left to tackle after the tour. And best of all was Gwen had still written off or whatever, the interest of my student loan repayment up to the full federal allowance. She was so awesome. I wasn't sure if I could, or even should, continue to have her do my taxes once I was no longer just working for KAMA, but she insisted. So, I was thankful. To show my appreciation, since she was charging each of us, KAMA adjacent souls, less than H&R Block, I sent her a Best Buy gift card for a couple of hundred bucks.

Ms. Gwen called and offered me a deal, "Darcy, I would like it very much if you could find some time to come out to Lima once my new office is closer to being ready and help me get the new computers and everything and create a cyber security system, make it so my clients information is as safe as houses."

"I can certainly do that." I told her with no hesitation, my mind immediately starting to try and decide how fast a processor would be best to run some of the better accounting softwares. I'd have to do some research to find out which one she liked the most and which one was the best on the market.

"Good, I'd also like you to set me up so that I can have an umm… I've forgotten what Arthur called it, but I want to be able to work from home more often without having to drag actual paperwork all over the place, I'm hoping to go as paperless as possible. Oh, and I'll need to be able to access my staff's client files, but keep my files accessible only to me. Is that possible?"

"Yes, it is. I can set your business up with a remote desktop system. I can even make it so that you're the only one who has the necessary credentials to log in remotely. And backup your staff files from their hard drives to a separate server weekly that you can access if you need to but only you or your IT specialist would be able to get into the files on it." I advised her.

"You're agreeing to be my IT specialist, though right?" She asked with a small bit of unease.

I chuckled. "You know I've got your back, Tax Lady." And I did. Given the mobility of my job, I couldn't even be sure that Sam, Cedes and Puck even knew when I flew to Lima in March. I'd spent a few days helping Gwen order the right CPUs, monitors, printers and other peripherals that she needed for herself, her assistant business manager, Sunni, her four junior accountants and the receptionist she was hiring. Her husband and the interior decorator guy had done a good job on making sure the office looked nice and was somewhat functional. They had made sure that each workstation or office had a desk, an ergonomic office chair, a place for a visitor to sit and storage. Me, I made that bitch user friendly. I made sure that every desk had a computer, monitor, ergonomic wireless keyboard and mouse, speakers, a flatbed scanner, one of those big ass accounting calculators with the receipt tape on it that printed out their math, and I picked out the office phone system. I also gave her the specs for the office copier-slash-printer-slash-fax machine and got her under contract with a VoIP service provider that included IP faxing as part of their package. I made sure to get her an eighty terrabyte Buffalo DriveStation server and kept a full twenty terrabytes accessible only by her and I which was set to back up all her staff files weekly, keeping the files for a year. Then that year of files would be backed up on a second one of the same servers that would hold those for seven years.

While I was there in Lima, I also hooked Uncle Ben up too. He'd finally realized that between Amicitiae Amore, the parent's subsidiary businesses, most of which were too small to have their own HR departments, KAMA and Amor Verissima, he needed help and couldn't manage it all out of his home office anymore either. Thankfully Amicitiae Amore had spaces in their newly refurbished business park. Uncle Ben's office was next door to Gwen's. He was in the process of hiring a part time receptionist, an HR administrative assistant, two HR Generalists, a benefits administrator and a compensation specialist. I helped him get all the tech he needed too. Okay so I just made sure that everyone would have all the same things as Gwen's people, just with small all-in-one printers rather than flatbed scanners. They each cost slightly more, but it served their needs more than just a scanner would have. That wasn't to say that Uncle Ben's office didn't have one of the big ass major yield printers too, it did, but Uncle Ben said that the HR types would appreciate having the chance to print small documents at their desks.

One of the biggest differences in the two setups was in their conference rooms. They were both technologically ready for conference calls and video conferencing, but Uncle Ben's everything was doubled and the build out itself meant that he could close one of those accordion walls that sub-divided the room so he or his people could hold two different conference meeting at the same time. The next most noticeable difference was that Gwen had a much larger space dedicated to file storage, and a separate one just for KAMA and their property management company's files. Uncle Ben was dedicated to having everything saved digitally unless it was something they had no choice about and had to keep paper copies because of federal, state and local laws. It was therefore an easy decision to set him up with an additional Buffalo drive to facilitate his greater digital storage needs. I was grateful for all the experience I was gaining through my association with KAMA. The two networks I built for those two businesses were better than anything other businesses their size in Lima would have been able to afford or even manage.

When I took the job, Gwen had already had a domain name, thanks to Artie, so I just had to upgrade its security. From there it was an easy matter of setting it all up and establishing the emails for her and Sunni and the rest of her staff. Uncle Ben was a whole different situation. He had only just stepped out on his own, so I started him out from the ground up. Well, I got it started, set up the hosting server, purchased the domain, that kind of thing and then turned it over to Lauren for the web development. My Baby Cousin was fucking awesome at web development. She did her daddy right and she did her daddy proud.

Lauren created a site that was both aesthetically pleasing and damn near educational. I certainly learned a lot. She had pages that showed the services Zizes Human Resources Management Group offered, others showed the qualifications and certifications of the people who had managed to get past all of Uncle Ben's stringent demands and requirements. My smart cookie of a cousin even included a link to both SHRM and HRCI so that lay people could read and understand all the extra letters behind all their names. I had to give her mad credit. No one would have believed that it was not only not done by a pro and cost Uncle Ben a metric shit ton of money. But the truth was that it had been handled by a college sophomore who'd concentrated mainly on film studies and finance…one for whom programming was a stress relieving hobby. Once it was up, and Artie had seen it, he had to tweak his mom's site too. By the end of the school year both businesses had amazeball websites and I wasn't sure they weren't going to end up out growing the offices they'd just gotten all set up.

With those two side projects successfully completed, and my work for both KAMA and Rangeman going strong, I was fulfilled and content. I lent my services to a few small non-profits and helped them establish their social media presence but even with making my own self crazy trying to do way too much, I was having so much fun. Lester and Hudson both agreed that I could and did so much without feeling worn out or tired, because I was doing what I loved. I got to do some programming. I got to break social media platforms on a semi-regular basis. Everyday there were more republican candidates entering the twenty-sixteen presidential campaign and I had so much fun tearing them apart on my own social media accounts. Those that Sam, Cedes or Puck took a particular dislike to, like say Ted Cruz and Ben Carson…those guys I got to shred in my professional capacity as well. And, after we spent a week with KAMA on the tour, Lester and I took a little four day, long weekend, mini-vacation spending a weekend in Hilton Head.

The way things worked out, that Friday after the buses left Atlanta to go to the South Carolinian capital city, Lester and I caught a flight to Savannah-Hilton Head International Airport and rented a cherry red, Chevy Camaro Convertible. We had an a-may-zing lunch at a waterfront restaurant called Love's Seafood. I'd found it online and decided that it was perfect. After devouring some ridiculously good shrimp n' grits, and their Bubba Gump Shrimp and an eight ounce ribeye, between the two of us, we drove to the South Beach Marina Inn where Lester had gotten us an quaint little one bedroom, two bathroom suite that had a kitchenette and loft. Plus, it was only like a second's walk to the beach. But before we could really get settled, we had to hit a mall. The vacation had been somewhat spur of the moment and neither of us really had any beachy clothes with us. Lester was one of those people who loved clothes. It was almost unnatural how much he loved clothes, it really was. Usually, I didn't let it bother me, after all a case could be made that I was the same way when it came to my tech. But just like me with my tech, he was a little specific about where he wanted to go and shop. Since I didn't care, I let him do him. So, we ended up at the Tanger Outlets. My entire contribution to the excursion was creating a list of what I felt we'd need for four days of fun in the sun and four nights of romance and lovemaking. The way I figured it, I needed four swimsuits, a decent dress and heels, some lingerie and regular underwear and a few pairs of shorts and walk around tops. Lester would need less but want more. Thank God, I was in comfortable shoes.

We hit the Leggs, Hanes, Bali store first so I could get some more bras and panties. I found so many cute pieces, nothing that qualified as lingerie, but I only wore lingerie on date nights anyway. I found some extra cuddly pajamas and got a bunch of stuff that had Lester chuckling at me…including some tights. But hell, they were on sale and like HBO had been saying all summer, winter was coming. From there we went to the Adidas store, I do not know how Lester talked me into getting running clothes and sports bras tops…but I ended up with two sets of exercise clothes and new running shoes. He grabbed new stuff too, but that was to be expected. I'd noticed a long time before that all the Rangemen loved exercise and all its associated accoutrements. We went from Adidas to PacSun and I found some really cute walk around clothes, not all of it just for that trip either. I found a gorgeous, maxi dress that would be perfect for a date night while we were down there. I hadn't actually planned to look at the swim wear there, just because I thought of them as a place for surfers. Lester wasn't that limited in his thinking. He pulled several and talked me into trying them all on. I tended to be more comfortable with one pieces, but living with health foodie, Hudson and getting sucked into exercising with Kama for over a week had done a body good. I was looking pretty fucking fantastic in the bikinis that Lester found for me. When we left PacSun, I truly believe that after that stop, we just needed to hit a shoe store…I was so not considering how much Lester loved clothes and me…and me in sexy clothes.

Lester looked at me as we made our way towards the next store and all of me felt beautiful. I loved the fact that Lester had never once asked me why I didn't wear my contacts more often or why I didn't curl and-slash-or straighten my hair, or wear more makeup or a less bold lipstick. No matter what, Lester always looked at me with love, want, desire and need. So, when he asked me the question that followed the heated look, I actually contemplated it. "Darcy…I love how you look when you're dressed down…I love how you look when you're dressed for a professional occasion or event…I fucking love how you look when you're not dressed at all. And I also love how you look when you're dressed for a club or just because you're feeling naughty. Can I pick you out some things and you wear them out and about while we're here?"

I waited for the feeling of inadequacy or inadequacy based anger that I truly expected to start surging inside me. It didn't come. I waited for the feminist outrage. It did not come. Instead, I found that I only had two concerns. "Okay, two things…finding clothes off the rack for curvy girls is not easy, like at all. And second, if you dress me like I'm guessing you're wanting to, are you going to go all crazy if guys look at me? Because, seriously the girls get mad attention when I'm not dressed up like your dirty fantasy chick."

Lester's smile managed to be lascivious and possessive and protective all at the same time. "Gorgeous, you don't know how sick I am. Because while I guarantee that I will keep you safe from any attempts at disrespect…I love watching men's reactions to you. I don't know how you don't see it, but we can be in a club just dancing and some 'wish he was me' will start checking you out, sometimes to the point of ignoring the model thin chick he's with and I can see it in his eyes, that he knows that you are the hottest woman in that entire place and he would drop old girl in a second if you gave him any signal at all that you even might want him, but you never do. Because you're with me…because you chose me. Its fucking hot as hell." He confessed. "And don't even get me started on how hot it is when their dates are checking you out too." His eyes were several shades darker and I was sure that if I'd checked, I'd have found him more than half hard.

How could I not kiss the hell out of him…if my boobs hadn't been all sweaty and gross, I'd have probably shoved his face between them as a reward for that hot little tidbit of honest. I decided that his honesty had to be reciprocated. "If you're sick…then so am I, because I might not see the looks men give me, but I do see how women look at you. And yeah, knowing that you chose me from all of those chicks to make your long-term lover…it does make me very, very happy in my lady parts."

He growled sexily. "Gorgeous, you know I've been with a lot of women, but none of them have ever made me feel the way you do. I've never met someone so open and honest about who they are. You live life as if you have zero fucks to give and with a bravery that is just unbelievable. That is the sexiest thing about you and when you consider that amazing rack and your diligence in your Kegel exercises, that's saying a lot. You're fucking perfect for me."

"Well, to be worthy of your admiration, I guess it's only fair that I tell you that if I was more comfortable with the idea of arrest…I'd blow you here and now and not give a fuck who saw or who watched."

Lester pulled me into what hopefully looked like a simple hug from the outside. "Darcy…you don't know what kind of man I really am. You should not say things like that to me. Fuck…Come on…shit. I need to sit down."

We found a bench neat the Sketcher's outlet, we were sure as hell going in there next, and Lester was able to sit down with his legs splayed wide enough for me to stand between then. I liked being taller than him for a little while. "It's a little too late for the 'you're too sexually sick for me' talk that Stephanie warned me about." I replied with a hint of something I was calling sarcasm.

Lester huffed. "If Beautiful knew some of the thoughts Primo had about her after those distractions, she would have run screaming."

I smirked. "If your cousin knew some of the things that Stephanie was thinking after some of those distractions…he'd have realized that he was fooling himself a hell of a lot earlier." I laughed humorlessly, throwing myself to the bench beside him. "It's funny really…every Black person I know swear that all white girls are freaky as hell…but you and Ranger both, seem to think we're all as pure as the driven snow. I'm not saying I'm a complete freak-a-leek, but until today…I was almost positive that some of my fantasies would forever be fantasies." I hesitated.

"Like what?" Lester said wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me close. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I rested my head on his shoulder and nodded. For the next few minutes, Lester laid out a fantasy that so closely mirrored my favorite 'Lester's in Trenton, guess I have to take care of my needs all by my lonesome' masturbatory fantasy it was almost surreal. "There are clubs in New York that take a private membership to attend." He started again. "Some cater to the real hardcore BDSM types, others to people like me…people, I think if I'm right about where this conversation is going… people like you. People who like to put on a show…perform for a crowd." I bit back a whimper, desperately not trying to either break the spell or do something that would totally get us arrested. "I am nobody's dominant, not the way they mean it in most of those places, but I would love to fill a special closet or wardrobe with outfits for you to wear just to a certain club I know of. I'd pick your outfit from the skin out, you'd take all the care you could with primping and dressing…because you'd know that every eye would be on you. Even if we never took the stage, you're too gorgeous, too beautiful, to sexy and we look too hot together for anyone not to watch us as we eat or dance or play."

"Fuck…" I breathed.

"Oh yeah…but not at first. I'd want to watch your eyes go sapphire as I licked and sucked your beautiful tits before that…and even they would have to wait until I got my full of dancing and making out with you on the dance floor." He said before he pressed a kiss against my temple. "I love dancing with you Darcy. I love doing everything with you…even just sitting here people watching while we talk about exhibitionism and voyeurism and whatever is locked in that gorgeous head of yours. But I'm gonna hold off on that until we get back to our room. Probably only because Ranger would KILL me if I got you arrested for public indecency."

I laughed. "He probably would, but only if Stephanie wanted him to. Otherwise it would upset your YaYa and we both know that you and all of your cousins are more afraid of that than you are of going to war or being dropped in the Atacama with just a divining rod."

Lester looked down at his lap. "Oh good…that killed that erection." He muttered. "I'm going to need you to never again mention YaYa that soon after we've been talking about any sexual topics, let alone kinky, freaky ones."

My laughter that time drew attention…more than we needed in the moment, so we got up and headed into the Sketchers outlet store. The comfort flip flop mecca. I ended up with like six pairs of super comfortable thong sandals and wedges in a variety of designs and colors. Lester brought two pairs, one black and one deep wine colored…both were flats and looked really athletic and he was happy. After we left Sketcher's, we headed to the Michael Kors followed quickly by Saks off Fifth and Lester started playing dress up. He didn't stick to just club apparel either. He found me some seriously sexy day and career dresses. Some sexier walking around vacation apparel, some even sexier bikinis, and the shoes, aw man the shoes. My legs and ass looked amazing in the shoes he picked. Though most of it was stuff that I would never have picked for myself…I looked amazing in every piece of clothing or pair almost ridiculously high heels. I'd been paying for all my own purchases until Lester took over choosing and from there, when I tried to pay for anything, he smacked my hand or ass and told me that his choice, his cash.

We finally took our happy asses back to our room and dropped it all off before we walked to the Salty Dog Café, a Hilton Head must visit restaurant. The food was pretty good. It was a family restaurant, so we kept our conversation as family friendly as possible. "So, beach tomorrow afternoon?" I suggested happily.

"Hell yeah, beach tomorrow afternoon, then we're gonna get all dolled up and going out for dinner…then dancing. I'm going to make sure that you know every time men or women are drooling over you. Make sure that you know every single dirty, freaky, nasty thing I'd do for that particular person as our audience. You're going to do the same and then when we have had as much fun dancing as any person ever, we'll come back here and fuck each other until all we can manage to do Sunday is lay out on the beach and rest."

"Sounds like my kind of weekend. But Monday, I'd love to go to the Historic Charleston City Market Monday morning."

"We can definitely do that. Maybe have lunch somewhere there in Charleston then drive back to Savannah for our flight." He agreed.

It was an amazing vacation. Lester catered to my every need or whim and all he asked in return was that, if I didn't have a major objection to something he picked, I'd wear what he selected for the entire three remaining days we were in the resort town. Saturday morning after we made love, again, we had breakfast at an amazing place called Stacks. The pancakes were so good that the only thing that stopped me from ordering seconds was the fear of having a food baby in which ever of the bikinis Lester decided that I needed to wear that day. which turned out to be a retro, red bandana looking, halter top one with tie side bottoms that Lester had found at H&M. I paired it with a white, halter top, lace maxi-dress cover up that was kind of sheer. I put my hair up on top of my head in a bun and slipped my feet into a pair of white, wedge thong sandals, grabbed my glasses case which contained my prescription sunglasses. Lester handed me a reusable shopping bag we'd gotten the day before and I threw our stuff inside.

We spent the day either playing in the water or laying out under the hot southern sun. Lester made a point of reapplying my sunscreen every hour. As he rubbed the thick, protective cream into my skin, he talked to me about the people around us. "You're gonna make those kids so sad. If their daddy spends any more time watching your sexy ass, their mommy is so gonna divorce him…oops, never mind, Mommy's watching us too." It was great.

Until, Lester went to go and get us some water. We'd decided to stay a while longer before we headed up to get ready for our romantic date night. Not long after he left, an older man and his super young companion set up shop way too fucking close. The guy had looked to be in his later forties, with dark brown hair and one of those 'I've still got it' dad bods. He was definitely one of the more fit men on the beach, but he had nothing on my Lester. The chick with him was clearly a trophy. She was maybe my age…maybe. She had long blonde hair and surgically enhanced lips and tits on a size nothing body. The rock on her finger was big and blinding. It wouldn't have been so bad, except that the old guy started trying to strike up a flirtatious conversation…with me…with his wife sitting right next to him. It really didn't help that there was something niggling me at the back of my mind about him. Some weird sense of déjà vu or something even though I'd never seen him before in my life.

Lester came back with our water and I was sure that he could see the relief in my face. That relief turned to shock, horror and disbelief when Lester introduced himself to the man who was clearly flirting with me and disrespecting his trophy wife. "Richard Deal, and this is my new bride Amy, we're here on our honeymoon."

"Holy shit, you're such a sick bastard, you were just flirting with your own daughter." Lester blurted out while all I could do was start laughing hysterically…and I meant that in the most literal sense of the word hysterical.

Richard Deal took off his sunglasses and there in his face were eyes I saw every time I looked in the mirror. "My only daughter is only six years old and lives with her mother in Alpharetta Georgia." He said in denial.

I stood and took off my own sunglasses, showing him his eyes reflected back at him. "No, the only daughter you acknowledge is six and lives with your second wife. My mother was Amelia Denisof. You met her when she was fifteen, started sexing her when she was sixteen and by the time you were done, she was addicted to Xanax and oxycontin and I was on the way. You should remember her, after all she is the only time any of your 'beloveds' parents tried to have you charged."

"That bitch lied." He growled. "Sorry to tell you sweetie, but Amelia was already popping pills when I met her." Then he looked me up and down, "you do have her fabulous rack though…I think yours are even bigger."

I just laughed. "Wow, so first you're lying to try to victim blame, then you're perving on my breasts even though you know that you can't deny that I'm your biological daughter. And I do mean just biology. I have a father and he's a thousand times the man you'll ever be."

He just shrugged. "I guess I, technically could be your biological father. You do look quite a bit like your mother. I was with Amelia; I never denied that. But then again, Amelia was with a lot of men. She could be bought for a smile and quick, 'you're so pretty'. I guess low self-esteem must run in the family since you're here with that Spic."

Lester laughed in his face. "I'm not Mexican, you bigoted asshole. And no one has more self-esteem than my gorgeous girlfriend. She is amazing. Oh, and I've met Amelia Denisof Lewis, she is the very epitome of loyal. I've read those old police reports, she firmly believed that you loved her and you were going to marry her as soon as she was old enough."

"In fact, my mother stayed loyal to you until the day you got engaged to your first wife." I snarled. That no good mutherfucker could say what he wanted to about me…but I'd be damned if he was going to talk about my mother like that. "Amy, I'd watch it…Dear old Dad," yeah the sarcasm was real, "He marries all his wives before they can legally drink and divorces them before they hit thirty." I warned her, not out of compassion…but just to be a bitch. It had the advantage of being the truth.

Whether she had the intellectual capacity to respond, we'll never know because Dick proved his own lack thereof, he looked completely unconcerned. "That is your version of events. You are nothing and no one. I am a Deal of the Georgia Deals. I have connections you can only dream of. Not that they are necessary, any possible charges would have had to been filed twenty-five years ago."

"You're right, you got away with what you did to Darcy's mother. You've probably always gotten away with what you do to young girls and women. But one day, you're going to get caught with your hand in an underage cookie jar. That kind of sickness doesn't go away, it never gets better. Wifey number three is what twenty? And I'm willing to be that you'll have an even younger mistress set up somewhere within a couple of months. Probably, she'll have just turned sixteen." Lester said with a deadly seriousness. "When you slip and get fooled into thinking some chick is older than the age of consent, I'm going to be there to help with your arrest and conviction." He vowed.

"And I'm going to be there in that courtroom every single day of your trial to make that jury think about the fact that you have a daughter who is older than the victim and you should have known better." I hissed. We gathered our stuff and headed back to our room having gotten the last word and happy for it.

After that, Lester offered me the option to stay in or even if I did still want to go out, we could go lower key…and I could pick my own clothing. I shook my head. "I want what you promised me. I want a weekend of semi-naughty kink negotiation. Because that's what we're really doing here. Seeing how much of what I dream of I can actually handle. I want to know."

"Okay." He said simply. I loved how he trusted me to know what I wanted or needed.

I did take a long ass shower. I'd spent a good portion of the day in the sun and the best I'd managed was to be less glowingly pale and more just plain glowy. When I was done, drying my hair to a livable level of dampness, I quickly threw it into a thick ass four strand, Dutch braid. There was no sense in my having my hair down in that humidity. Yes, Hermione Granger was totally my spirit animal…but I didn't want to look like her. Once my hair was done, I headed into the bedroom to see what I'd be wearing. I could hear the shower running in the second bathroom and knew that he'd left his shower until he'd heard mine stop. That was kind of him. I gathered myself and smiled when I saw the pretty black with floral embroidery plunge bra and matching thong set that Lester'd found at the Lane Bryant outlet. It was a deeply plunging bra and the shape of the cups would match the sweetheart neckline of the BCBGMAXAZRIA, sleeveless, babydoll, mini dress he'd picked for me to wear that evening and night. The flowers embroidered on the sexy lingerie would match the red of the dress perfectly. Rather than sticking with black or red shoes, he'd set out a pair of sparkle, crinkled, metallic, leather platform pumps from Giuseppe Zanotti that matched the other color of the embroidery of my lingerie, a deep, burnished pewter.

I was rubbing lotion into my soft, if more toned than I'd even been before in my life, body…grateful as hell for the spa day I'd enjoyed with the KAMA crew when Lester came in wearing just a thick, white towel around his waist. "Do not even look at me like that, Gorgeous. We've got reservations at six-thirty."

I pouted a little bit, but I finished dressing. I wasn't in the mood for a whole lot of makeup. I fully intended to dance my ass off and didn't want it to melt off onto my dress. Besides, I was taking full advantage of the facial I'd gotten a few days before and the sun-kissed glow I was rocking. So, I just gave my eyes kohl wings, hit the upper lids with some silver shimmer and let mascara be my friend. My lips were moisturized, lined and given a bright, bold red paint job. I mentally went through the limited jewelry I had with me. In went a pair of largish diamond solitaire earrings, and on went a silver and diamond pendant necklace that was long enough to draw every eye to the swell of my breasts. It was a somewhat unnecessary redirection, even I could barely stop looking at the girls in this dress. I made sure that I had everything I needed in my purse. When I pushed my feet into those amazing heels, I gained five inches of height and my gait immediately changed.

"Fuck, you're so fucking sexy." Lester breathed drawing my eyes to him. I'd been avoiding looking at him as he dressed lest all our plans ended up being thrown out of the window. He'd paired a pair of deliciously cut Armani slacks with an ivory Henley that was tight enough to make his pecs and arms look amazing, but clearly high end enough that his admittance was guaranteed anywhere. He was considering doing away with his blonde tips and had decided months ago to grow his hair out, so there was a bit of a dichotomy with how great he smelled and how put together over all he was…and his slightly scruffy looking hair.

I licked suddenly parched lips and returned the compliment. "And you think you aren't? I want to throw my panties at you like you were a fucking rock god, Dude."

"We'd better go, now." Lester moaned as he gave me a very quick kiss. "Or I'm going to end up fucking you here and now."

My boyfriend was legitimately the best. He'd made reservations for the two of us at OMBRA Cucina Rustica on the main road of the island. The restaurant was lovely and intimate. The food was delicious and I kind of wanted to move in and force them to cook for us for every single meal. We talked about my work, not just with KAMA and Rangeman, but I was working with some smaller non-profits in New York and the tiny non-profit in Lima that Gwen had had to create to handle the expenses of Sam's signature philanthropy project, the Allen County Family Shelter. I proudly told him how close I was to paying off my student loans. "The only thing is…that I have no clue what to do after they are paid off. I mean, my original ten-year plan was to rent as cheap a place as I could stand until I paid those off and then spend two years paying the money I'd been putting towards my loans into a savings account to buy a house. But now, should I keep up the same plan, just pulling it forward. Should I stay with Hudson and just save for the future? I love Huds, she's like the sister I never thought I wanted. But, I've always dreamed of having my own space. I went from Mom to Pop-Pop and Grandma back to Mom then her and Dennis…then it was off to college, but I always had a roommate, and now Hudson."

Lester let me get it all out never advising, just listening. Finally, he asked me if there was a length of time I wanted to be on my own, or what would determine when or if I ever wanted to live with someone again. "Is there something that would make you need to move within the next year or so?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I can't really say. I mean, if I won the lottery, I'd pretty much have to buy a place just for the tax shelter. But I'd never want to move to the 'burbs or anything. A nice condo or something would work perfectly. No yard to mow and someone else to call when something breaks." we shared a laugh at our shared philosophy.

Lester directed the conversation to a discussion of Rangeman; things like the increases in their profits since I'd increased their online presence. We talked about the other ways to make the business grow. Most people thought that Laster was just one of the men of Rangeman, but he, Tank, and Bobby were a part of Ranger's core leadership team. Hal was joining the four of them and the heads of the Atlanta, Boston and Miami offices. "The original plan was that the four of us would all split up and do as Ranger has Hal doing, setting up and running an office. Tank was going to set one up in New Orleans, I was either going to have LA or New York and Bobby would have the other. Unfortunately, as we were getting ready to start the next expansion, the recession hit. In addition to that set back, marketing on the whole completely changed and without the ability to do what you've done for us, we were getting stagnate…just treading water. Things were good and we were making consistent profits, but not necessarily enough to grow things the way we wanted to. When we got the call asking us to provide protective services for a group of underage popstars, we really wanted to say no, but Beautiful was having none of it. You see, she'd seen what we hadn't. She actually watches award shows. She realized that they were good kids who were being forced to make big changes because their life was happening so fast. Steph said that she had a good feeling about us taking that contract. We couldn't doubt her, all of us have seen how her feelings can come to fruition. But this time, I really think that even Beautiful is shocked by how much good has come about since we signed on to provide body guard services to them. Ranger said that even with the cost of expanding into the Midwest, we couldn't afford to wait. We needed to reorganize the New York office. It needs a real head, more guys and, with the new Warner Contract, we have got to go bigger."

"Wow, that's awesome." I said sincerely. "So, how is it going to be accomplished?"

He gave me a bright smile. "Well, the Trenton office will be kind of downsized…but only in a technical sense of the word. Instead of being our headquarters, it would be a satellite office like New York is now. Since it would be a lesser office, the current manager of the New York office would be moved down to Trenton and the Core Team and Beautiful would relocate here. Primo is still debating whether to buy one of the buildings near our current NYC offices and turn those into apartments for us and the men and then redecorating the fifth and sixth floors of the Rangeman building into more offices and client meeting rooms…maybe even a secondary monitor room just for off-site monitoring of our biggest clients like the Warner properties and the like. The second option would be to sell the current building and buy something that would work more like the current Rangeman building model."

"So, what I'm hearing is that in the next what eight to ten months, you'll be moving to New York…like I can see you every other day or so…rather than every other week?" I asked him, trying not to sound too hopeful.

Lester gave me a long slow smile but shook his head. "Probably closer to twelve to eighteen months. Maybe even as long as a full two years. It would actually take a little less time to start from scratch. Hal is on track to have his office fully staffed and open by the end of the year, January at the latest. We're giving the New York guys who wanted to transfer to Trenton with their CO the chance to do so…which means time to get their shit together. We're also letting those closest to Beautiful transfer up here too. It's a whole big thing. Plus, getting the transfers licensed to carry in their prospective new states, which takes a while all by itself."

I thought of something. "How is Steph gonna handle being that far from her mother?" It seemed like every time I was face to face with Stephanie, she was fielding calls from her mom and spoke as if she saw her every day.

Lester laughed. "She's looking forward to it. The better question is 'how is Helen taking the thought of her daughter being that far from her'…not well. As I understand it, Abuela Edna had to finally have a serious come to Jesus talk with Beautiful's mom."

"Now, I've really gotta make sure my student loans are paid off. With Ruth Mayzer and Stephanie Plum in the same city, my clothing allowance is gonna have to go up." I joked…kind of.

He laughed and signaled for the check. We settled up and headed out to our rental car. "You know…I never thought that I would be in a committed relationship with a woman. But I love you more than I ever thought myself capable of loving another person." He said seriously as he took my hand.

I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I never thought that I'd trust anyone enough to put my heart on the line. It still bugs me out that I can feel like you'll never hurt me on purpose…and would actually care if you did by accident. I don't know how you managed it, but I love you too." I told him honestly. Then I had to lighten the mood. "Okay, the sex is incredible so that could be a big part of it…"

"I personally blame your incredible rack and your unbelievably tight cocha." He smiled giving back as good as he'd received as he held the door to the car for me.

We exchanged goofy and-slash-or sexy reasons that we'd come to love each other for the first half of the two-hour drive to Charleston. When we exhausted that topic, we talked about current events and such like that. I, as Sam and Puck, was having to discuss the death of Trump way too much on social media and I was whining about it a little, so Lester started coming up with ridiculous ways to address it next time, in character. His Sam sounded like a mix between Foghorn Leghorn and Rhett Butler and his Noah sounded like Fran Dresher's long-lost love child. I laughed so hard I almost regretted not using the bathroom again before we left the restaurant.

Of course, with Lester driving, there was about half an hour shaved off the driving time. We got to Trio Lounge around ten. The place was nicely crowded. The cocktails weren't watered down and the DJ was awesome, almost as good as Cassidy. Perhaps best of all for our purposes, the dance floor was pretty packed. Lester had reserved us a VIP table…which turned out to be totally necessary. Every time we hit the floor, I made sure to pay attention to the men and women around us. There were a fair few women tracking our every movement, but I'd totally expected that. I was really surprised by how many, seemingly, heteronormative Caucasian males were looking at us. We went to sit out for a while after being a little bit goofy while dancing to 'Hotline Bling'. I leaned close to Lester and whispered. "I think you're making that dude over there in the Tom Ford slacks have a 'sexuality questioning' moment." I teased.

Rather than get offended, Lester just laughed. "Nope. Sorry Gorgeous, he's looking over here wondering what he'd have to do to ascertain for himself if your amazing tetas are as real as we both know they are."

"He looks like a real good old boy done good…are you sure you think he's looking at me?" I asked again. Then I checked him over and noticed that his eyes were swung a little more my way than Lester's. There were so many eyes on my boobs, and I was so very used to ignoring those, it must have been throwing me off.

However, the guy next to him was definitely not straight and he sashayed his way over to us. "Hi y'all, my name is Adrian. My brother Jeff and I were really hoping and praying that the two of you are just besties out to get their dance on so that I could, if I should be so blessed, spend a little time with you sir, and he could get to know the lovely lady a bit better." His accent was so thick, I was almost positive that he was heaping it on.

"Sorry, Adrian, I'm straight and we're together." Lester said with a charming smile. "But for the record…because my gorgeous girlfriend and I may have been trying to figure out something…you were staring at me but he was staring at her. Right?" I noticed that he'd never introduced us. It wasn't his way to give that kind of information to strangers.

Adrian gave him a weird look, but he did answer. "Yeah. I mean, I may have looked her over a bit at first. Those shoes are amazing and her bra is a miracle worker…because those puppies are the real deal and yet defying gravity. But mainly I was checking out that beautiful mound of flesh God blessed you with in lieu of a regular ass, and Jeff was trying not to look like he was stripping your lady friend naked in his mind."

We shared a laugh and conversed just a bit more before Adrian went back to report to Jeff and Lester turned to me and asked me a question without ever saying a word. "I like the thought…I still really love the thought of it. But I don't like having someone too close to us in an intimate moment. At a place where we were anonymous and so were they, like one of those clubs you mentioned, that I could totally see myself…us…doing. But I don't think you could relax with some miscellaneous dude there while we're getting down. I know that I'd feel bad being all 'lookie no nookie' to that guy or even that redhead over there who's salivating all over the mere thought of you."

After a long slow deep kiss that made my insides melt and my lady parts stand to attention begging for more, Lester pulled me back onto the dance floor. The rest of the night, we danced teasing each other and all those around us. At one point, Lester led me into a spin that made my skirt flare all the way up and showed the whole place my thong revealed ass. I'd have been embarrassed except, I could have sworn I heard a pretty strawberry blonde lady just a bit younger than Lester comment, "damn, her ass is as sexy as her tits." I liked it when people other than me appreciated my body…it was a damn fine one, no matter what those skinny-minnie chicks say.

Lester heard her too, though he didn't say anything until we were walking back to our car and saw her leaving as well. "I think she really would love to see you naked Darling Darcy…you sure that you don't want to go back to her place. We could make up fake names and perform for an audience of one."

I shook my head. "Yeah, naw. I think my particular shade of voyeurism is more of the public performance kind of deal. The thought of more interpersonal voyeurism just doesn't may my lady parts stand up and say howdy." Then I gave him a side eye, "why do you want to?'

He too shook his head. "No, like you, if we're going to do it, I want us to take every precaution. A club where no one but management has even the slightest clue who we are, where masks are a thing we could add and the people watching would only think it sexier…I'd prefer it like that too."

Once we were sure that we were definitely on the same page, we tabled the application ideas until we could work it so that we had the ideal scenario. Of course, that didn't mean that we couldn't and didn't enjoy the fantasy and damn if we didn't sex each other so good that night that we never did make it to the beach the next day. We did discover another kink of mine. I loved being praised for my performance in bed. Hearing how sexy I was or how good I felt or how responsive my body was, it just did something to me. Sunday, we just lazed about, making love whenever we decided we felt like it. then we went and had another amazeballs seafood dinner. After dinner, we did go for a long walk. I had to burn some more calories to get rid of my seafood-baby. Monday, we took another trip to Charleston and hit the Charleston City Market, and even though it meant getting up and packed and checked out at the ass crack of dawn, it was totally worth it. I couldn't say which I loved more the Sweetgrass baskets, the artisan botanical beauty products or the handmade jewelry. Oh, or the food. We ended up having to stop by a Fed Ex store and ship all our stuff back to our apartments. It was either that or buy suitcases and have to pay those ridiculous baggage fees.

The drive back to Savannah and the flight back to Newark was filled with a ton of laughter. I didn't realize how many selfies and pics we'd managed to take of each other during our time on the road and our mini-vacay. Lester, like all the Rangemen, had some pretty fucking serious enemies that they had made while in service to our nation, so I was careful to only post pics of the two of us where there was no way to identify him. But I did make sure to put up proof of how incredibly sexy my man was…hey, I had enemies too, just petty ones from high school. We actually said goodbye at the airport and I just took the subway home, Lester's local family had given him a ride back to Trenton. That had taken some serious convincing. It worked better for him, but he didn't like not seeing me all the way back to my door. But I was an independent woman and I had my taser. I dared anybody to fuck with me. Tuesday, I slept in a little, but after that it was back to the grind. The rest of the summer was spent making sure that KAMA's online presence was the best money could buy, and on a merchandising side project for KAMA that Daniel and I were sure was going to be at least a decent money maker. We selected twenty-five holiday or gift themed items and set up a special holiday store on the KAMA site. We had cute sweaters and Ugly Holiday Hoodies and of course the 'ChristmaKah' CDs. By the time we all had to fly out to LA for the VMAs, we had all the merch prepared and the site was all ready to go live on Labor Day. That would give shoppers time to look it over, save their money, and still get their orders in in time to receive their stuff before Christmas…though maybe it'd be cutting it close for Chanukah.

When we flew out to LA, Lester and Tank were both with us. I'd worried that there was an increase to the threat level, but it turned out that two of the guys needed to head back to Trenton to get their physicals and other yearly evaluations done, so my honey and Tank would be taking their place on the last week of the US part of the tour. I had a shit ton of work to do or I'd have gone through Cali and the Pacific Northwest with them. Instead, Lester and I just agreed that once he was back and KAMA was back in school, we'd go to the club we'd spent the rest of the summer after we got back from Hilton Head jumping membership hurdles to join. Yeah, having Ethan look over that membership contract was worth every single thing ever. It was slightly embarrassing so much more funny. But he did me the solid, so I watched EJ and Avery for him, so he and Amanda could spend a kids free, romantic weekend on the Vineyard.

That was one of the most interesting times of my life. I was happy and yet somehow restless. I was truly in love and yet fantasized about doing things with him that most people would consider relationship killers. I was still growing up in certain areas of my life and yet, I was already fully matured in others. It was a little strange to me that at twenty-three, I was still learning about myself. But then I realized that that was what life was…continuing to learn more and more about yourself until you either knew it all or died…whichever came first.

Dear World,

We are so sorry that America is such a shitstorm right now. But Mueller is on the job & hopefully soon the fires will be out and we'll just have to worry about traditional political Bullshit once again.

America's Citizens.

To all those who have lost family members in Mass Shootings in the years since 1996, don't let the cowards in Congress get you down, join me in trying to vote them all out and replace them with people with the guts to stand up to the gun lobby. #NotOneMore

#SutherlandSprings #Vegas #Orlando #Charleston #Newtown #Aurora

As for the rest of my fellow Americans,

First of all no matter what political party we're in, lets all agree on one fact that even our criminals acknowledge. THERE IS NOTHING IN THE WORLD WORST THAN A PEDOPHILE. #NoMoore #RoyMooreisaChildMolester

Second of all, yes we have sexual degenerates in the Democratic Party. Difference is, we shun, prosecute and usually convict ours. (See third for the exception)

Third of all, Repubs, Stop bringing up Monica Lewinsky. She was 22 years old. She was a grown ass woman who was old enough to know better, but had no problem being a man's side piece, because she liked the power he welded. (Or maybe because she was happy to be wanted) Either way, she wasn't a 14 year old little girl. And she has never claimed it wasn't consensual. Kill that false equivalency BS.

To all my readers,

Thank you for still being with me. Let me know what you think of the Chapter. No seriously...I need some reviews, getting kind of weak over here. ;)

TTFN,

Anni