Empirical son chp02

Elliott's last first stand:

Wednesday night of the gala week:

We walk down the airport causeway, battered, and wore from the plane ride back to Seattle from Albuquerque. We have no checked baggage; just carryon. A sad comment on our life. Emotional drained as the last weeks have been. I have hope. A glimmer of hope in the girl holding my hand.

Walking outside into the chill of Seattle after the bast furnace of New Mexico. Clint is waiting next to his SUV. His wife refuses to let him drive it; too many dents, scraps, and missing pieces on his sedan, truck and even his mountain bike. Her SUV could star in a Soccer Mom's Car Show, not a dent, or scratch defaces her precious.

Once inside the plastic fantasy interior; reminds me of mom's joking about her some older cousin in Los Angels, with plastic over the furniture, carpet, and sofa. I would bet if I filled the SUV with water, pouring out the windows, the upholstery and carpet would be dry. She would kill me with a very dull butter knife, But the look on her face might be worth it. I sneakily whisper my irrelevant thoughts to my girl. She laughs, I laugh. Clint looks at us like we are aliens. His Wife glares in the mirror, she has a wild child son; So, like Grace, she can read minds. I stick my tongue out. "Eyes on the ROAD!"

Clint relays everything relevant and local gossip; Seem my green tech at the Antikyreos building is up for an award. Still think the name is strange? Some Greek or something, Lou the former doctor of Philosophy from Berkely, who couldn't find a job, and end up a plumber. He tried to explain it to me; Cyparissus, son of Orchomenus and brother of Minyas cured Hercules's insanity there or some plant on the building emblem? Saw the TV show, didn't think much of it. The actor was too flaky. I will try next week to take my girl to tour the building.

The SUV pulls into my driveway from NW Elford Dr. Originally my lot was two lots. A fire destroyed both house and all the tree around them five years ago. Four years ago, I bought the whole parcel, combined it, and began building my dream house; my second. The first in Kirkland, on 20th West across from Juanita Bay Park. Was too close to the parents in Bellevue, I do miss walking to Medina Beach Park.

My original plans looked something like a rich narcissist asshole would build. Like the losers on Mercer Island. When everyone in the office called me out on it; "Elliott you're not with Amazon or Microsoft or Wall Street." I revamped it.

The new design was worked out over a weekend with my landscape guru, Mr. David 'Lama' Nakashima. He's pushing seventy, but sharp as a tack. His grandson and grandnephew do all the grunt work. He's currently going a golf course down south in Olympia. With the privacy curtain of trees, scrubs, and plants. The three-quarter acre lot is well hidden. But in the dark right now you just can't see it. Since the green tech include light pollution reductions. The lot looks like a black hole in the neighborhood. Tomorrow, I'll show my girl around our home and hearth. I love thinking that about us. This is our Home.

Right now, we head upstairs to our room, our bed, and our future. "Babe?"

She turns to me, taking in the large comfortable bedroom. With the very large comfortable bed. I take her hand and lead her into the walk-in closet. She buggy eyes at the space and her cloths.

"Whose cloths are these!" She squeaks hurt. Must stop this death spiral of doubt about us.

"I had Mom's personal Shopper Carol Action, lay in some cloths for you. These are your cloths. I have never before had a woman in this room. Never brought a sex partner in this house. This is our home."

"OH? Sorry. Elliott." She melts into me, we kiss and let the world escape from us right now.

"Showing you this, so you don't destroy my cloths looking in the morning." I laugh, referencing are first sex at Rehab. She tore my shirt trying to break the world record for dressing while panic-stricken by chasing medical staff. The sight of her running down the hall, falling, scooting on her butt trying to get her pants on, crawling, falling, bouncing off walls, and chairs; donning my shirt, having grabbed mine. And her sneakers were hilarious. Even the staff and doctors had to stop and laugh as she hit the wall, floor, medical cabinet and fell thru the closed door and into the pool. She came up dripping, crying and just so damn cute, drown cat look becomes her, never stupid enough to say that out loud.

I jumped in and held her. She was bruised for days, while we suffered therapy dentation for our sexcapades. But you have to admire her determination to get dressed, nothing was stopping my girl from getting clothed. Not well clothed, but at least she wasn't standing there laughing like a loon; while everyone had jealous glances at my hunk of junk third leg.

Taking her into the bathroom. She really gawks. The large space has two stalls, four-person walk in with multiple shower head. Large jacuzzi soaking tub and steam room, with long wide three sink counter. "You have never had anyone up here?"

"Madison! This house was designed for me to live here, forever. I always knew you were out there waiting for me. Downstairs is a guest bedroom; 100% wheelchair accessible. With capacity to be a hospital room. I used it when I reinjured my leg. I want us to start and raise a family here." I beg her. "Clint's Wife added a lot of female special things for you. Both stalls have advance bidet from Japan."

"OK!, sorry. It's just, this is so great, beautiful. I don't deserve this?"

"No, you don't deserve this." She tears up. "You deserve so much more. Especially for putting up with my childish humor and low browed wit. And my little man."

"Well ok, but your man is not big enough to be little, microscopic for sure!" She dashes out of the bathroom, shedding cloths as I bounce her on the mattress. Making love to my goddess!

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Thursday morning:

Music seeps into mind from the alarm clock. Slowly the night memories fade to the reality of day, must be near dawn. I have trouble seeing as the blonde hairs blindfolds me. Smell of sweet apple blossoms and cinnamon. I could wake her up with a poke. But we need to get going. Deedee is not due till lunch. My housekeeper lives in a mother-in-law two-bedroom, one bath unit near the northeast corner of the lot. Without her, I would have died years ago, if not from starvation, food poisoning for sure. Or some dirty cloths disease.

Rolling out of bed, hit the closet for some shorts. Heading down stairs. Cannot walk around my house naked; DeeDee rules. When I first hired her, she bought and used a Taser, low setting, on me every time she saw my junk or naked ass; SHE ZAPPED ME. Might have fired her, but the lasagna and Salmon with Lemon, Capers, and Rosemary is to die for. Wearing shorts is a small price to pay for four-star meals, clean laundry, and clean house. Beside Mad is as housekeeping and cooking deficient as I am. I think the foundation of our ability is scrambled eggs, toast, precooked sausage links or patties, and coffee. I am a master of the microwave sausage, egg, Biscuit sandwich, and the hotdog wrapped in pancake on a stick. I can shutter with the memories of making Pillsbury Refrigerator Biscuit at the Kirkland house. Two fire trucks and new stove/oven and redid the all the charred kitchen cabinets.

In the kitchen I start the coffee machine, AH! Clint wife Stacy strikes again, fresh croissants! I nuke four and nuked softened butter in a little cup, Grandma T's apple butter and sugar. Mad and me take the first cup in the morning black with two tablespoons sugar. Later we may get adventurous with syrups or spices. Once the tray is loaded, I put it in the dummy waiter and sent it up.

Added this little beauty, after an incident at the Manor, while recovering from my first knee surgery; tried to climb the stairs with a tray of foods. Knee buckled and damn near behead dad as the tray and thing flew down to the first floor. This is better to avoid those accidents. Recovering the tray, walking into the bedroom. The bed is empty, the small hide away door for the four season El Mirador is open.

Walking out on the small balcony, just room for two chairs and mount to the wall fold down table from Ikea. My girl wrapped in my robe, looks like death warmed over. But we both do before coffee. Placing the tray and she blossom into life. We drink and eat. Letting the dawn sooth us. "This is a very small balcony?"

"Yes, my El Mirador; my lookout. You cannot see from outside; but the outside of the glass is a graphic overlay texture of the wall. From the ground or pool, you can barely discern it here. We are hidden; I can watch you swim and nude sun bath on the garage deck, over there."

"Ah, mmmm! Just us here, nudist fantasy comes alive." She purrs, raising my man attention.

"About that? Ah? Deedee, the housekeeper! Does not allow that. She will enforce it with a taser gun." She laughing hard "we're you a bad, bad, boy?"

"Yes, I was. Now, I'm a good boy and you are my good girl. So, parading around the house naked is only allowed when she's on vacation or out of town visiting her sisters, any of the six." Madsion laughs "six! No brothers?"

"Two brothers, three stepbrothers, five half-brothers and four half-sisters plus the six. Daddy could not keep in his pants; nor decide which of his three wives, four girlfriends, to keep. An he was not Mormon." Giggles "You poor boy!"

"Let's retire to the kitchen, scramble some eggs, toast. Jimmy Dean precooked Breakfast sausage in the freezer. Then a tour of our abode." I take my girl she gets on shorts and top, while I find a tee-shirt.

After a fun breakfast, I take Madison to a downward stair into the first basement. At the bottom. "Left is utility room. This one on the right is the home gym." Walking into bright and airy with a large window looking out into a sunken garden room. The equipment is a well-rounded mix with the required mirror wall. "That door is bathroom with shower." I walk to the window. Opening the outer door. Stepping down a ramp to the sunken garden.

"Doesn't this fill up with water?" She asks

"No, (pointing to the left) the ramp there leads around the south end of the house to the accessible bedroom. This way leads to hidden pleasures." I take her hand a walk to the northwest corner of the sunken garden. Madsion tries to stop me as I step right and into a sunken downward path. "That was wild. How did you do that?"

"No idea. Lama designed the perception shift with plants and terrace lines. Amazing"

"Lama?"

"Mr. David 'Lama' Nakashima, my head garden consultant; you'll meet his grandson and grandnephew Iyo. They do the day-to-day things out here."

"Lama?"

"His Wife nicknamed him around his thirty-something birthday when she banned his pack a day smoking habit. He chose chewing gum as his alternative." I mimic the chomping action of a real Lama or David's; they are pretty interchangeable. My girl laughs.

We wander down the path, working north and west thru a series of shallower sunken garden spots till we arrive in the north west corner next to the driveway, which runs along the north property line. "This is Grandpa T four-variety apple tree. Esopus Spitzenberg, Fameuse (Snow apple), Peck Pleasant, and Roxbury Russe apples. He is so proud of it, named it 'Theodores wife' Grandma was not amused." We laugh. "This spot is amazing. Traffic noise?"

"No, the hidden fence (pointing along the western edge of the property) under the berry vines, most in pot to contain growth, and fruit bushes negates noise. The small scrubs and tree have not only shield us from passerby's as well as sound damping effect. I love to lay here and read in the warm summer days."

We walk around the north end of the house on to the driveway, passing the small entry way into the house and the four-car garage. Continuing along the property north boundary. Just past the garage is a handball slash basketball slash tennis court. We are going enjoy these courts, my girl is a madwoman on the basketball court. The hidden greenhouses are a shock to her. They extend to DeeDee little house and postage stamp yard. I check the door. She's not back yet.

"The amount of food in there Elliott is amazing. You farm?"

"Some, not much, just do what DeeDee or Iyo tells me." I smirk at her face of awe.

"Good, Anna says I have a black thumb." I take her hand, a head to the pool next to other side of the garage. Anna, her former roommates, and best friend is a sore spot for her. I can't reconcile the betray with the stories of the girl. I suspect her parents have more in this, then we know. Maybe get Dad's PI to see what is real and what is her parents' subterfuge.

The pool is weird, according to everyone. From the air it looks obscene. That is to say; a long two-lane lap section with two small four-person in pool jacuzzi in the east end on each corner framed by two greenhouse runs. With the west end having two larger jacuzzi, next to the garage and the mobile bar with two beer taps. These on north side of entertainment paved decking consisting of half round knockouts around west and south side of the twenty-by-twenty paver square. One half-round an outdoor kitchen and one for a fenced in kiddy play set.

"Something to confess?" Madsion looks at the play set. I laugh, like there could be anything possible I have not told her. She raises that cute accusing eyebrow.

"I entertain my crew and their families here. The two doors over there (back side of the garage) are changing and bathrooms. The small fence section peeking (pointing back along the lap pool on the southside) thru the shrubs is a landscaped sound damped area; makes a great quiet fenced area for dogs and small children to nap. Also were I tan. I usually put up a couple of awnings for sun protection. That pile over there (point to a tarps area) is the additional lawn chairs and table next to the garage. The stairs (backside of garage) go up to a small sunset viewing deck. NO KID yet. Ok!"

"Ok, Stud. I get it you like to be the center of attention."

"Not the center, but entertaining, respecting, and showing gratitude helps keep, and hiring the best and brightest for my company. We have nearly a zero crew turn over and the office staff hasn't had a replacement in four years. An that was Wendy, Llyod's wife, having twin girls; my goddaughters. And her replacement Tam is still with us, running the permits desk. Her grandson is a Seattle police sergeant down in Capitol Hill."

"I'll be expected to hostess?" She says nearing a panic attack. Her mother, the bit38h, has really screwed her head wrong way around.

"If you want. But I usually let Clint and Stacey do those things. They were born to it."

"Born to it?"

"Natural people persons, extroverts, party leader. I should warn you Stacey favorite thing is homemade Ghost pepper vodka shots and luring unsuspecting people to the pools edge."

"I can deal with that. My brother Ethan in high school developed a ghost pepper filling stuffed Jello shot. And I love to lure people to the pool edge." She smirks all low and sexy the last line. I squat quickly, checking how far I am from the pool, a good twelve feet. Safe! Laughter rings from my girl, who rush to the garage pool bathroom. She exits the bathroom a minute later, soaking wet, with just a towel about her. We're are her cloths? "Elliott put my cloths in the laundry, I will be right back! Don't say a word!" She stomps inside. I wrap the cloths in a towel and put them in the laundry sink. We can start the machine when I show her the room. Might have more cloths to add.

She returns, I lead her to the south end of the house. Showing her the accessible bedroom. She gawks at the southern greenhouse sun rooms both levels. "The greenhouses are food. The sun rooms are most plants and flowers. They also regulate the inside temperatures. Saving energy. This grass space is lawn game, football, and occasional badminton." She curls into my arms and kiss me. "You are frigging amazing." My pride and ego soar in her light.

We head around to the southwest side and here we have another sunken garden leading into the (my house has three basements rooms; gym, game, and utilities with all the mechanicals for the house) lower game room, or as my buddies call It 'USS Beer-hound berth'. Here are pinball some retro game console, Mom's Mrs. Pacman. Plus, four 360 displayed computer game stations with feedback chairs, flight, auto, and gun control and sound system. Here I can fly the Death Star trench or fight the Borg.

She looks at me and smirks reading the signs my buddies hung on the seats. "USS Shuttle Beer-Hound: Captain Elliott Mutant Grey, USS Gunship Screwdriver, USS Shuttle Panties Thief and USS Racer Virgins Arn't US."

"What? I didn't name them? Honestly, I did not name them; ask Clint?"

"Well, Virgin is changed to Star Slicer. Panties free is decommissioned. It's now Lady Grey. Change the sign."

"Lady Grey?"

"I decided last night that my birth name was not going to happen again, and that my mother maiden name Kerry was just as worthless. We'll get the lawyers for the paper work to change my name officially to Madsion Grey. AH?"

"Well, it was going to change anyway when you married me." I kiss her.

"Dream on beach bum!" Giggle in the kiss.

"Elliott are you, have you ever been a member of the fleet?"

"Lieutenant, assistant engineer Steamrunner class USS Parrington Lawn."

"Lieutenant science section, Prometheus class USS Buckmire Slough out of Vancouver Washington."

"Wow, didn't think you were" we both say at the same time. Giggles and laughter as we kiss and hug and use the Beerhound feedback seat for extra mission training.

We glide thru the lower first floor, the billiard room, TV movie room. The second-floor guest bedrooms and the second-floor sun deck. You can just see the spire of the needle.

The laundry room under the stairs. We throw in the pile in the sink and the small cloths we brought from rehab and start the washer. Deedee has picture instruction stapled to the wall. She did not like me flooding the laundry room with bubbles.

We go to the parents Friday morning. That is going to be stressful. Mad hold me, as the worry of where are you Christian? How are you? We then retire to bed. Maybe nap around three pm. O' Yes, baby. Slide up my body with those sex eye!

footnote1: The house and grounds are metaphoric of Elliot's real personality, wants, needs, hopes. hints the lookout and fence along the road.