CHAPTER NINE

Mar. 7, 2002

Wyneth lolled on his boat, watching his new friends, the doctor and his young wife on shore, and fingered his glass of Tom Collins. He was not alone. The two girls were very obliging; both dressed in the customary uniform of high cut bikinis and bras that left little to the imagination. What a life he decided. His ex was very capable of making enough money to support that little brat. Besides, it wasn't his. The Lab guys faked the DNA tests

"Want some more beer, Artie?" asked the blonde, bending over him

"Thank you Sheila."

She had a squeaky voice just as false as her lack of intelligence. Sheila Grant was a Physics major cursed with a dumb blonde's body. Her friend, Melody, came from a working class family, most of the times on welfare. She was dark and curvy and spoke with a Southern accent. Both girls had one thing in common. They were users although Wyneth did not know it.

Both girls had appeared on a video called 'College Girls Showing It All' which was advertised on late night television shows and lately on the junk email circuit. However, Florida soon proved too hot for them. Melody's brother bought the video and said to his parents, Say lookit what Melody's doing!" The result was that her parents kicked her out of their rented house.

Sheila was going back to California after the Spring Break a couple of years ago, when she met Melody walking along the road. Well she was rich enough to pay for two tickets, not just one. They got on the airport, Melody got a job in a restaurant that had excellent tipsters, while Sheila went back to Whitney University, and now since she graduated last year, they could have fun.

They leased a condo and soon found that the only way to afford the rent was 'getting older men to date and pay for us', and making excuses when the men asked, "do you hot babes wanna come over for a drink?" They got the men to buy them furs, diamonds, pearls, and other valuables which they promptly pawned and pocketed the difference. Now here was this tall hunk with that gorgeous tan, and that cruiser!

Cayman Islands here we come!

"Say girls, you don't know any good places around here, dancing, you know."

"It's a small town. You have to go to San Bernardino. They do have a night club here, but hardly anyone of interest goes there," said Melody.

"But we haven't anything to wear," said Sheila looking forlorn. "They don't allow swim wear and all I have is this stupid dress." She pulled out a bedraggled calf length dress from her bag, something she picked up from the Salvation Army Thrift shop for just an occasion. It did nothing for her. The color was all wrong. Melody had more curves, but although she was of the same height, the dress was designed for someone who was model thin and so in either case, it would not have looked good on either of them and especially on Sheila who was rather extensively endowed in the top section.

"I got my waitress uniform. That won't work," said Melody with a pout.

"Where are your other clothes?" asked Ken.

Sheila looked shocked. "Don't you know we came here to get a tan? You can afford to buy us something, can't you? Please?"

Her eyes were so appealing and so pathetic, reminding him of his ex wife, how she looked when they were dating and how he was able to get her to do what he wanted.

"Yes dear. I really don't need to go out," she would say when he came up with an excuse of needing the car at the last minute. Of course, he always made sure that it was when she was going some place and to make sure that she did not get wise, he borrowed it on nights she planned to stay home.

How she got the courage to complain about not getting any alimony or child support payments, he never knew and now he heard they were sending some wisecrack investigator after him. Well let them send their finest. They'll never catch me! Besides this town in California is a whole lot better than sticking it out in Hampton.

The two beach bunnies were anxious to go shopping. So, they wanted two cocktail dresses either here or in San Bernardino where they were more expensive. Well, the stores are cheaper here. He changed from bathing trunks into his polo shirt and Docker pants. "Ladies," he said, "let's go shopping."