Nope. Next Friday.

Ahh, thank God. Or gods. I’m David Walker. Who? Well, we should see if we can make them forget we have a trial date. Good idea. And what do we do about mom’s body. Shit! Seriously? You forgot about Mom? Text Beth. Get her to handle it.

All the while you’re fucking into Jan, clapping into those hard round cheeks while she makes moaning sounds into the sink. That’s when you realize that you’ve been dirty talking the whole time too...

“... gonna do exactly this to both your daughters. Have them calling me ‘daddy’... Fuck ‘em ‘til their ears bleed...”

Dear gods, you really are a sick fuck.

Then again so is Jan...

12/10/19 09:45 - Janet: Love +20 (He’s a real man... I’ve never felt so... protected. Even with Ed) Lust +15 (So dirty to talk about doing my babies, and by god I want him to. And I want to watch!)

“Yes Daddy! Fuck their little quims with that big cock of yours. Make my little girls women!” You knew that people on the Range were a little weird, but holy shit. “Your dick feels so good, Daddy!”

This, of course, only spurs you on.

It’s nearly an hour later that you get on the phone with Beth.

“Seriously, Jimmy? Another one? We really can’t leave you alone for five minutes.”

“I dunno what’s wrong with me, Sis. It’s like I can’t help it.” The road you’re on snakes out of Ely heading toward Soudan, icy as fuck so you’re taking your time. You’ll be lucky to make the trip in four hours if the roads are this bad the whole way. “Look, I’m heading toward Bemidji and I’m not sure how long I’ll have service. Can you talk to the other girls and figure out who all can make it there tonight? I have a suite reserved at the Cedar Lakes casino. And there’s one more thing...”

Turns out Beth already made arrangements with some help from Lee. It ends up taking four and a half hours to drive the 174 miles. You spend the time listening to a series of podcasts about locksmithing through the centuries. It really is a dying art.

The Ojibwa’s original name for the Cass Lake region in whats now northern Minnesota was Cedar Lake and the damn casino is theirs, so they can name it whatever they want, you suppose. It’s the perfect mixture of opulent and destitute. It feels like if you wipe off the chrome on the slots you’ll find rust underneath. The food is sort of meh, but the rooms are downright decadent, with California King beds being the standard. That’s all that really matters, although you could try out your new blackjack system...

You walk into the room with an extra five grand in your pocket. It was pretty easy to play until you got your room comped once you figured out they were only using a three deck shoe. Hell, you can count three decks in your sleep. On the way in you nearly trip over Tammy, kneeling on the floor just inside the entrance in full uniform (which is to say wearing only her collar).

“Good evening Master.”

You stroke her hair affectionately, she arches into your hand with a satisfied sigh. “Anybody else here, pet?”

“Mistress Chrissy. Mistress Beth has class tomorrow.”

Damn. You were hoping for more Beth time. But you have two of your girls, and Jan said she’d be by tomorrow afternoon. She’s already called the twins to tell them you’ll be coming. Again, weird that right up until 11 days ago you were pretty much a lone wolf, and now it feels unnatural to be without your pack... your mates. You lightly scratch the back of Tammy’s neck, eliciting another joyful sigh. “Where’s Chrissy?”

Tammy begins unbuckling your belt. “Mistress said something about you not remembering a change of clothes, so she’s out shopping for you.” Your girls think of everything. What did you ever do without them?

“Well, pet, I’ve been in a car for five hours and on a smoky casino floor for another two. I need a shower. What do you say we check out the bathing facilities?”

Tammy squeals with joy and runs into the bathroom.

You reserved one of the high-roller suites so in addition to the gigantic bed (plenty of room for six if you don’t mind being cozy) you also have a sitting room and a moderately opulent bath by anyone but your standards. It’ll do.

You allow Tammy to wash away the dust from the road and the funk from last night and this morning’s sweaty exercise, something she clearly takes pleasure in, and then settle into the sunken jacuzzi in the middle of the sitting room with her on your lap. It takes a direct order to get her to start touching you without first waiting for permission, and the two of you idly fondle each other while enjoying the heated jets. Tammy snuggles into your chest, her tiny frame pressed against you, and you just spend an hour enjoying each other’s company. So much so that you don’t hear the door.

“Room for one more?” Chrissy is already slipping out of her clothes.