A little later, they all sat at the large kitchen table, coffee or soft drinks in front of everyone. "Okay," Jeff said as he put his cup down. "Then we're all agreed that we are going to try having a teacher come in. I don't know exactly how it will work, but if we get any responses from the ad, hopefully the teacher will know how to set up
everything. Otherwise, they would probably be the wrong person, anyway. I think we will have to have some interaction, somehow, with the local school. But, as I said, I don't know. We have another couple of weeks before school starts. If this doesn't work out," he said, motioning to the advertisement draft on the table, "we can always enroll you girls in school, and work out the private teacher later. The important thing, I think, is to get the advertisement in the papers, and see what happens."
"What about a classroom, Dad?" Arlene asked.
"Well," Jeff said, smiling. "We certainly aren't pressed for space." Thinking for a moment, he continued, "I think it would be best if we kept everything pertaining to school on the second floor. That way the teacher could come in the front door, and ride the elevator directly to the second floor. Since the house is on a steep slope, the elevator's ground floor is actually one floor below the first floor. I'm glad the house was constructed that way. Anyone coming in is presented with a large room and an elevator. To go anywhere else, they have to get on the elevator. I can override access to the first floor, then the elevator just won't stop until it gets to the second floor. We could also, tactfully, tell the teacher that the first floor is our private dwelling. Some people would not understand our way of life.
"Seriously girls," he said looking at each of them, "you are going to have to be extremely careful about what you say in front of anyone outside our family." As Arlene started to say something, Jeff waved his hand, "I know. I know. All of you are smart enough to recognize that, and it isn't the first time that I have mentioned it, but be very, very careful. One wrong word could destroy our family."
Everyone was sobered by the thought. Finally, Laura cleared her throat and joked, trying to liven the group up a little, "Everything pertaining to school remains on the second floor, except homework. You're not going to be able to get out of that."
All the girls groaned.
Laura continued, looking at Jeff, "I know you mentioned college courses earlier, and we don't want to forget them. Not just for Diana and me, but for each of the girls, too. That's something we need to discuss when we're interviewing the teacher. If he or she doesn't know..."
"She," Jeff broke in. "We don't want a man."
"Don't want another male sniffing your pussy?" Laura laughed.
"Exactly," Jeff said, sitting straighter in his chair, obviously not joking in the slightest. Then laughing at himself, he said, "Heck, I would be a damn fool to bring in competition."
Everybody laughed at that, but a look passed between Laura and Diana. They both had recognized that the Alpha Male had become a little restless for a moment.
"As I started to say, there are many high schools that allow students to attend a nearby college in conjunction with the high school's regular curriculum. They get high school and college credits for the same courses, if I understand the process correctly.
"You girls," she said motioning to them, "are a little like the old Yogi Bear cartoon. He was a little 'smarter than the average bear.' You're all straight 'A' students; and generally don't even have to crack a book. That's a formula for disaster when you get into college. You will have to study there, and unless you develop good study habits quickly, you're probably going to get into big trouble."
Ann, Jennie, Arlene, and Melissa had a quick conference before Melissa offered, "There's another reason to have a teacher come here, instead of us attending regular school, that maybe you haven't thought of," she said, indicating the adults. "It's normal for kids to date, and when they don't date by the time they are our age, people began to wonder about them. In our old school, we could just make a comment about those two getting AIDS, and say something like 'I'm going to wait to date.' Nothing much was thought about it; although, we were asked out pretty regularly, anyway. But..."
"But," Laura picked up, "when there are four of you going to the same small school, living at the same house, and shunning boys, people will start to wonder. Good point," she finished, looking at Jeff.
"But it's none of their business..." Jeff started.
"Daddy, you and Mom were married. You didn't have pressure to date like we do. I had already been accused of being a lezzie by the time I was fifteen. I did have a boyfriend, well sort of, but no one knew about him (Arnie), and they thought I was strange for not dating. Now that I'm sixteen, everybodywould be asking, why. And it is important to us. The term, of course, is peer pressure, and a girl can sure feel pressured to date — among other things."
Diana got up to pour more coffee for Laura, Jeff and herself. "Okay, again, we're agreed; we bring in a teacher if possible. I guess if that doesn't work, it's home-school, or something through the Internet." Looking at Jeff, she continued, "Why don't you call our ad in to the papers while we start lunch."
"Yeah, I figured I would get that little chore, so I've already looked up the newspaper numbers, but we have something else to consider."
"Who sleeps, where, tonight?" Ann popped up.
When everybody laughed, Jeff said, "Well ... that's pretty close. I spoke with the contractor just before our family meeting. He wants to start early tomorrow morning with our bedroom expansion. I offered him a big bonus if he could do everything in four days. He said he was going to start ordering the materials as soon as we hung up. He said he thought he could get all the stuff we picked out, in Denver."
"Hey, that's great, husband," Jennie teased. "Then we can have our big bed delivered."
"I thought you said you were still sore," Ann remarked.
"I'm not that sore," Jennie quickly responded. "And we're his wives now, no more sleeping alone."
"What big bed?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, the one we bought several weeks ago," Diana answered mysteriously, grinning.
"But that was before we knew that we were all going to..." Jeff began, a questioning look on his face.
They all looked at him as if he were retarded — a mere man.
Jeff mentally shrugged, figuring he had better change the subject. "Okay, but we need to move all of our personal stuff out of our bedroom and Arlene's room, also everything out of the bathrooms and closets, so the contractor can work."
"Where are we going to move it to, Dad?" Arlene asked. "Oh, I know," she quickly answered herself, "the 'honeymoon suite.'"
Jeff grinned, "Sounds good to me. I have some good memories about that place."
All the women made some type of agreeing statement, but they were all much more serious about it than Jeff was.
"Does anyone have a suggestion about where the furniture should go while the work is being done on our suite?" Jeff asked.
"Why not just put it on the side of the main hallway, past where you turn to go out the back? That hall is plenty wide enough. We just need to be sure to leave enough room to get the riding vacuum past, so we can clean. I'm assuming the contractor will be responsible for moving the furniture," Diana said.
"He said they would move it, and cover the carpet. He claims that nothing will be harmed, and we won't be able to tell an expansion was done," Jeff said. "Putting the furniture in that hallway sounds like the easiest solution. I had thought about putting it in the first conference room on the right, but the hallway sounds like a better idea."
"One more thing, ladies. And I really hate to say this, but the bras go back on while the crew is in the house."
"Oooh, poor baby. I'll bet it hurt to have to say that," Diana joked. "Maybe we need to kiss it and make it better," she teased as she got up and stood by Jeff, raising her top.
As Diana shoved a nipple into his mouth, Jeff mumbled, "Hey, I thought youwere supposed to kiss..." He stopped trying to talk as she shoved some titty in with the nipple, effectively silencing his complaints.
The move was put off for an hour when Jeff relieved Diana's pressure, then Arlene complained that she had as much milk as her mother. Jeff wound up in the living room in the recliner while everyone either sat on his face or his dick. He gave four of them sperm injections. Diana, laughing, cleaned him up with a washcloth, then noticed a trail of spots on the carpet.
"Arlene," she yelled. "You guys aren't done, yet. Get in here and clean this carpet where you dribbled."
When the girls came back into the living room, Diana tried to be stern, but lost it and began giggling as she pointed to the obvious trail toward the door.
"Don't look at me," Laura said, "I sat on his face." That broke them all up.
Jennie got the carpet spray and paper towels. "You girls should cap your hand over your pussy," Diana said, trying to keep from laughing.
"We did," all the girls said in unison.
That really brought the house down. Then everybody looked at Jeff, who was trying to get his pants back on over another erection.
"What?" he asked, a blank look on his face.
With all seven of them working, the clothing move took only thirty minutes. As the women rearranged the suite's furniture for multiple occupancy, sorted out clothes and cosmetics, Jeff went back to the kitchen and called in the ad. It was to run for the next week in both the morning and evening papers.
Thinking for a minute, he called the principal of the local school. After introducing himself, he reminded Doctor Adams that he and Diana had stopped by several weeks ago when they had seen a car at the school.
"Did you wind up with any vacation this summer?" Jeff joked.
"Well, I did have a couple weeks, but as I said when you dropped in earlier, principals don't usually have as much time off as teachers do, at least that's the way it works here," he said chuckling. "There is always plenty for me to do."
After a few pleasantries, Doctor Adams asked, "What can I do for you Mr. Matthews?"
"We just put an ad in the papers about a teacher for the girls. We've decided to have them schooled at home."
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that Mr. Matthews. I presume that's the reason for the call — to notify me that they aren't going to enroll here, after all?"
"Actually, I realized that I might be missing my best source of information on the subject of a teacher. Is there anyone you would recommend?"
"Tell me again how old the children are. I'm sorry, but it slipped my mind."
"Two sixteen, and two seventeen — all girls. They're all above average, absolutely straight 'A' students. They will all be seniors this year."
"Uhmm. Sounds like I need to be trying to persuade you to enroll them with us, rather than suggesting a teacher for them. We need more students like you described." There was a moment of hesitation, then "I'll tell you what I'll do. I have a good friend that retired after her husband died. Doctor Helen Boswell. She's a retired principal, and has more degrees than I can remember. She's a classy lady, and she is also the reason I have this job. The school board was going to hire someone else; someone less qualified in my opinion — but then, that's my opinion. However, it happened to be Helen's opinion also. I had known her for years, but I never would have expected her to go to bat for me — at least to the extent that she did. Well, maybe it's time for me to return the favor," he said almost to himself.
"Look, I know she doesn't think she's interested, but she needs something to do. Unless I miss my guess, she's still grieving over her husband, although she won't admit it. I am almost certain I can get her to meet with you. The rest will be up to you.
"She can be the best friend you would ever want, but if you get on her bad side — well, just don't go there," he laughed.
"We don't have caller ID on these phones; that other five bucks a month would break the school system I guess," he joked. "Give me your number and I'll do my best to get her to call you."
Jeff gave him the house number and his cell number, but cautioned about the cell number not working consistently in the mountains. "I really appreciate this," Jeff said. "I owe you one. Keep that in mind. I like to pay my debts, one way or the other."
"Mr. Matthews, don't tempt me. Schools are always begging for something, and mine is no different."
"If she is as good as you say she is, and this works out, you won't be sorry."
Diana walked in just before Jeff finished his conversation. When he hung up, she looked at him inquisitively. "That sounded like an interesting conversation."
"I should be getting a call, hopefully very soon, from a prospective teacher."
An hour later, they were all in the theater watching a movie when the phone rang. Diana paused the player as Melissa answered the phone.
"Matthews' residence, Melissa — Yes, Ma'am, Mr. Matthews is here. One moment please," she said, muting the phone. "It's a woman. Maybe it's our new teacher," she grinned handing the phone to Jeff.
Taking the phone, Jeff activated it and answered.
"Mr. Matthews, I am Helen Boswell. I understand that you had a conversation a short while ago with Doctor Adams concerning a teacher for four girls. Is that correct?"
The woman was barely civil; her voice clipped. "Yes Doctor Boswell. We have four girls, all seniors this year. Two are sixteen and two are seventeen."
"Doctor Adams tells me that you told him that they are exceptional students. Are they, indeed, special students, or just special to you? And yes, I am completely aware of how this conversation sounds, but if they are not 'absolutely straight 'A' students, ' as you told Doctor Adams, I am not the least bit interested."
Jeff almost called her a bitch and hung up on her, but took a breath and said, "They are very special to me, but they are very special students, as well. Whether you believe it or not, none of these girls has ever had any discipline problems. They are all extremely intelligent, and are self-motivators. If they were not these things and more, we would not have even considered having them schooled here. However, courtesy is also part of their education, and from what I have heard so far, they would be the instructors in that subject as it relates to you," Jeff said, trying desperately to keep his voice level.
There was a chuckle from the other end of the line. "I won't apologize yet, but I will tell you this. Doctor Adams told me where you lived, and it's obvious that no one could buy such a ... house, if they were not rich. I tried this once before, shortly after I retired. The couple was rich, and their 'child' was, shall we say, so undisciplined, that I quit after a day. I am not a spoiled rich kid's teacher, and never will be. I enjoy teaching, and even when I was a principal, I taught at least one class per day; usually the gifted class."
There was a pause, and as Jeff started to speak, Doctor Boswell continued, "I'm on my cell now, in route to visit relatives near Winter Park. Instead, if you are willing, I think I would like to do this: I suggest that we meet in Winter Park tonight. One of the resorts there has a nice restaurant. I know the manager and I think I can get a private dining room. I'm not an impulsive person, but I like to complete things as soon as possible. I promised Doctor Adams that I would meet with you, so if you are willing to bring your family, we can have a meal, then make our decisions based on our observations and conclusions. Is that agreeable with you?"
It was Jeff's turn to chuckle. "To be frank with you, Doctor Boswell, I almost called you a name, and hung up on you."
"I'm not a mousey little schoolmarm," she said, affecting a drawl. Her voice changed back to its cultured, clipped tones. "But I do know how to teach gifted students; however, I will not teach children that expect to be given good grades just because they are rich. Whether or not we meet is up to you. I will have fulfilled my obligation to Doctor Adams. If you do not wish to meet with me, though, I think I can recommend one other person that might not be committed for the school year."
"Okay," Jeff said, "give me the name of the restaurant, and directions. We'll be there."
Doctor Boswell continued, "I will arrange for a reservation at seven. If I do not call you back, expect that. I will put the reservation under your name."
She gave Jeff the name of the restaurant and directions which he committed to memory. He told her that they would be there at seven, and she hung up without even saying good-bye.
When he pushed the Off button on the phone, there were six pairs of eyes staring at him. As he put the phone on the table, he leaned back in the chair without saying anything, purposely. "Well?" everybody chorused.
"That was certainly — different. I really don't know. She comes across as pushy, at best," he said, refusing to call her the name that had come to mind. "We have a meeting with her at seven in a restaurant in Winter Park."
"Tonight?" Arlene squealed, jumping up.
The theater was almost instantly empty of everyone but Jeff. I don't think they could have left any faster if they had teleported, he mused as he got up to dress. When he stepped into the hallway, there wasn't anyone in sight.
A few minutes later, he emerged from the 'honeymoon suite's bedroom with his clothes, heading for another shower. There were nude females bustling about, but no one was interested in playing. Apparently they were taking showers two at a time, while others were laying out clothes, and choosing shoes. There are more bathrooms in this house than I can count. And I haven't seen one yet that didn't have a shower. Why don't they just spread out a little. Logical or not, he was not going to suggest it. They would just look at him, he figured, and pity him for being a little challenged, that is, a man.
Despite all the hubbub, everyone was ready and getting into the Escalade in forty five minutes. The women and girls all wore conservative dresses, but there was no doubt from the styling and materials that the clothing was expensive. Diana and Laura wore black spikes, but the girls wore more conservative heels.
They did not have to wait in line, only because they had reserved a private dining room. As they walked into the room, there was a well-dressed lady sitting at the other end of the table. She had a very pretty face, and shoulder length, dark brown hair with a streak of gray. From what he could see, she had a well-defined muscle structure, and a trim figure. As Jeff appraised her, he realized that she wasn't skinny, but had a thin build that made her medium sized breasts seem almost too large for her body. She appeared to be about Diana's height. He guessed her age to be between forty and forty-five, but he thought she would have to be older to already be retired. She was a striking person who exuded an aura of confidence, just sitting there.
They were told that someone would be there shortly for their drink order.
The woman gracefully stood, and introductions ensued.
Jeff seated Diana and Laura, and the girls seated themselves. Jeff wound up at one end of the table with Diana and Laura flanking him. The girls were seated two to either side of the table, while Doctor Boswell sat at the other end.
Jeff and his family all ordered soft drinks or tea, while Doctor Boswell hesitated, then ordered a soft drink.
When they were alone again, Jeff said, "Doctor Boswell, feel free to order anything you would like. The girls are obviously not old enough to drink, at least not in a restaurant," he amended. "We seldom drink alcohol, even then, nothing stronger than wine. We have nothing against it, and in fact have shared some wine this past week. Even the girls had a half glass, but please feel free to not be constrained by us."
Doctor Boswell had an odd look on her face for a moment, then answered, "I think you misinterpreted my hesitation." Clearing her throat, she said, "I used to drink a glass of wine when my husband and I went out. Keep in mind I have taught school, or been an administrator in a school system for many years. Although many educators subscribe to the system of 'do as I say, not as I do.' I was always uncomfortable with that. Parents often tell their children to refrain from drinking while they sit on the couch with empty beer cans strewn about them. My drinking was always private, with modest amounts, even then. The irony is that my husband was killed by a drunk driver. I haven't tasted even a sip of wine in over two years. That's what crossed my mind when the steward asked for my order."
Everyone instantly gave their condolences, and Jennie reached over and touched Doctor Boswell's hand and said, "We're sorry."
The drinks arrived. Jeff asked if they could have a few more minutes to make up their minds, and the waiter said he would come back.
When the food discussions were over, the orders were eventually taken, and they were alone again, Jeff looked around the table and said, "Doctor Boswell, you spoke a little about a problem you had with a 'rich' family. Perhaps, I should give you a little background while we're waiting on our food."
Jeff spent a few minutes giving a stilted version of their early life. Finally, Diana interrupted. "We have all assumed that you wanted to get to know our family, for you, and us, to decide whether you would take the teaching job. Am I correct?"
When Doctor Boswell nodded her head, Diana continued, "Well, let's go back and tell a little more of the details, so you can understand why our family is the family it is." Jeff glanced at Diana, showing concern if this was the right thing to do. She winked at him and started, "When Jeff said we were married young, he failed to say that he got me pregnant when I was thirteen. No, that isn't exactly correct. We managed to get me pregnant. When my parents mentioned an abortion, Jeff had a fit. There was no way our child was going to be aborted. We got married. He worked and went to school. We lived with my parents in a room that had walls so thin you could practically hear a whisper in the next room. Not romantic for newlyweds.
"Jeff seldom got eight consecutive hours sleep, many times no more than two hours. But we made it, and we made it through his college years the same way. When he became a freelance engineer, he still worked all the time, both on his invention and the jobs he picked up to keep the creditors at bay.
"Laura had the same thing happen to her, but the gentleman ran away, leaving her to raise her daughter alone. At least Jeff and I had each other. She had no help other than her parents, and they were killed while Ann was still very young. Laura made it through college on guts and brains. She had no more sleep than Jeff did, sometimes less, I would imagine. But understand this, the best things that ever happened to us were those pregnancies. For from them, we now have Arlene and Ann."
"From that work..."
"And us working as a team," Jeff interrupted with.
"Jeff managed to sell the patent rights to his invention. The house that you alluded to on the phone when you talked with Jeff, came with the package when he sold his invention. Laura is Jeff's assistant, and will be working with him on his next invention. Ann, if you remember from the introductions, is Laura's daughter. We are Jennie and Melissa's legal guardians. But we are all one family, everyone equal. And yes, I do mean all the girls, also. Jeff is obviously the head of the household, but major decisions, for instance the decision about a teacher, are made in a family meeting."
Jeff spoke up, "The 'girls' as we are wont to call them, are young women. We will probably still think of them as the 'girls' when they are fifty, since they have been our kids all their lives, but make no mistake, they are young adults. Diana mentioned to me only a couple of days ago that the girls had taken over more than half of the food preparation. They maintain our grocery list, and do almost all the cleaning. No one assigned those jobs to them, they just knew the work had to be done, and did it."
"Don't worry," Jeff laughed, they are also teenagers. "Sometimes I have to leave the room when the screeching becomes too intense," he said, grinning at Arlene, who stuck her tongue out at him. "But these girls have neverfought. And don't consider them to be wimps, or submissive, or whatever you would prefer to call it. They are far from it. But somehow, they have always seemed to want to do the same thing at the same time. I guess I keep expecting to hear an argument, but I've never heard one.
"We want, and I mean the whole family, not just the parents, to have a school with subjects that will challenge the intellects of these gifted young women. I only regret that we did not have the money to do this years ago."
Doctor Boswell started to comment, but the food arrived. By unspoken agreement they put the discussion on hold and dug in to a splendid meal.
When the meal was over, and the dishes carried away, the waiter asked if they would like after-dinner drinks. Everyone ordered coffee.
Jeff grinned at Doctor Boswell. "We buy the stuff in five pound bags, several of them at a time," he laughed. "And, now we're ready to answer your questions."
Everyone looked at Doctor Boswell. A bit flustered, she said, "Well, I guess the first thing I need to do is to apologize for my attitude on the phone. Doctor Adams was insistent that I call you, and he wrangled a promise from me to do so. He bluntly told me that I needed to get out of the house and quit feeling sorry for myself. I'm going to have to apologize to him, also," she mused, "for you, Mr. Matthews, are not the only one to whom I was rude."
"Certainly; apology accepted, Doctor Boswell. I'm glad I didn't hang up on you," he grinned. Everyone laughed a little at that.
Doctor Boswell looked around the table at the intent faces of the strikingly beautiful women watching her. Early on she had realized that Jeff was a unusual male. He was far younger than herself, she reasoned, yet she was attracted to him. His slightly rugged countenance, good looks, and tall, muscular frame seemed to draw her eyes. He and his wife were obviously intelligent. Laura had said little so far; not enough for a guess at her intelligence. She would have had to have a good intellect to work her way through college under the circumstances they had outlined, though. Other than introductions, and Jennie's one comment, she had not heard the girls say anything, except in general conversation during dinner. Even then there was little to judge their intelligence. They were well-mannered. However, Jeff's and Diana's comments spoke truth, if she was any judge of character. There was an underlying something, that she had not been able to pick up on, but she believed what they had told her.
She, at first, had almost confused Diana with the girls. Laura looked, just barely, old enough to have a sixteen-year-old daughter, assuming she had her daughter at thirteen or fourteen. But Diana seemed scarcely past her teens, if that. Jeff looked like he was about thirty-one or thirty-two. But Jeff had mentioned the military. Wasn't that for four years? The numbers didn't add up. He had to be older than thirty, unless he was another prodigy like herself, and they hadn't said anything about that. Bemused, she came back with a start, only seconds had passed, though. Uncharacteristically, she stumbled for words. Then she startled herself by saying, "Sitting at a restaurant table with limited time will never accomplish anything of value to me. I need to see your house, the area you are going to use for your classroom, talk to the girls privately and at length, give them a test — many things.
"I packed an overnight bag, thinking I would spend the night at the hotel, then go visit my relatives tomorrow." Hesitating a moment, then smiling a little, she continued, "I'll admit, you have piqued my curiosity. Unless you have rejected me as a possible teacher for your children, and you children," she hastily added, belatedly remembering their family meetings to decide issues, "have also already rejected me, I think I need to step out and give you a few minutes to decide if we need to go further with this."
As she walked out, the waiter came in and Jeff settled the bill, leaving a good tip. When the waiter left, Jeff looked around the table at his harem. "Yes or no? One hundred percent, or we tell her thank you, but no."
"Yes," everyone said, almost in unison.
"My vote also," Jeff said.
Everybody, including Jeff, needed to go to the bathroom before starting for home. At the door of the restroom the women met Doctor Boswell coming out. "Is your meeting over, already?" she questioned.
"Sure," Diana quipped, "We told you we had family meetings. We didn't say they took long. Remember, we said the girls generally agree on everything. Jeff, Laura and I tend to do the same." Just to put her off a bit, Diana didn't say which way the vote went, just went on into the restroom.
Doctor Boswell was still standing there a few minutes later when Arlene came out. Boswell, not being your "average bear" either, had figured it out.
"I'm riding with you," Arlene said as she walked past, grinning.
Boswell smirked and followed her to the parking lot. Arlene waved to her dad as they got into the car. "Should we wait for your parents?" Doctor Boswell asked as she started her car.
"Why?" Arlene asked, "I know the way home. Besides," she continued, "if you balk on our driveway, I'll get to drive the rest of the way. Mom never lets me drive up the driveway."
"Driveway?" Boswell questioned, pulling out on the highway.
Arlene looked at her with an unfathomable expression. "Ah, it's no big deal at night. You can't see into the abyss much with it dark, and besides, you went to the bathroom before we left. You don't have to worry about that."
I know she's teasing me. I just know she is. But then again, they did say they lived on the mountain where that conference center was built. I hopeshe is kidding. She had to force herself to not tighten her grip on the stirring wheel.
A little later, Arlene directed Doctor Boswell to drive around to the back of the house. When they stopped, Boswell sat with her hands still clinched on the steering wheel. There had been one point where the road leveled out on one of the switchbacks and her headlights reached off into nothing. In essence, I've already invited myself for the night. Jeff just nodded his head when I mentioned the overnight bag. Foregone conclusion that I would stay. That's good. I don't care what happens, I'm not driving down that driveway in the dark. No one can make me do that. No one! If they get mad at me and won't let me stay in the house, I'll sleep in the car.
Belatedly realizing that her thinking had left the reasonable far behind, she became aware of someone talking. "Arlene, have you been teasing Doctor Boswell about the driveway?"
"No Mom. I warned her that it was bad when we left the restaurant, but I didn't tease her — uh, much."
Jeff opened the door. "Are you okay?" he asked, obviously concerned.
Boswell forced herself to release the wheel and step out of the vehicle. Even in the outside lights, it was obvious her face was white. "You have a houseguest for tonight," she managed in a voice that sounded strange even to her. "Maybe, forever. I am not driving back down that driveway in the dark. I'm not sure I'm driving down it in the daylight."
Jeff tried to reason with her, "But you can't see much of the drop-off in the dark. It's hard to know..."
Boswell cut him off, "It is hard to know death, and I don't want to get acquainted with it either. Death and that driveway might just be synonymous."
By then everyone had gathered around. Diana, trying to hide a giggle, finally burst out and laughed. This caught on and everybody joined in, except Doctor Boswell.
Diana took her arm. "I'm sorry. Please don't think we're laughing at you. We have all been through the same thing. I swear if I had thought of it I would have peed my pants the first time I rode up that thing. I refused to drive it for a while. But even I got used to it — well, mostly," she finished, a bit sheepishly.
Doctor Boswell grinned back at her, and went to her trunk where she got the key in the lock on the second try. Picking up her bag, she glanced in the direction of the driveway, "How are you going to get up and down that ... that ... in the wintertime when there is snow and ice on it?"
Jeff laughed as he gently took her bag from her, "Who says we are going to. We have a very large freezer. Of course, I guess our teacher would have to commute every day," he said deadpan, just to get a rise out of her as they walked to the back door.
Doctor Boswell stopped so quickly Arlene almost walked into her. "I would leave right now," she hissed, "but I would have to drive down that damndriveway."
"Jeff," Diana admonished, "quit teasing Doctor Boswell. That thing almost scared me to death my first time — and my second, and my third..." she finished, grinning, not able to resist.
Jeff smiled at Boswell, "We have several vacant apartments, and a whole lot of suites. No one is going to drive up and down the driveway when it has snow or ice on it. I have a company contracted to plow it daily when there is snow, and I bought a truck and snowplow to use if we must go in or out when the company can't get it plowed in time. I'm sorry we teased you, but the truth is, it scares us, too."
When they got inside, Jeff told Arlene to escort Doctor Boswell to a suite and get her settled in, then to meet in the kitchen for coffee.
"Okay, Dad. Come on Doctor Boswell, let's find you a nice suite and get your stuff put away."
A couple of minutes later, Boswell was hanging her clothing up when Arlene, in an oh-so-innocent voice said, "If you need fresh panties, I have some that will probably fit."
Boswell stopped, then finally started giggling. "I did not pee my pants. Although," she confessed, "it might have been because I used the restroom just before we left the restaurant." Turning toward Arlene, Boswell chuckled, "If I do become your teacher, I'm going to get you back — you can bank on it."
Arlene knew she was kidding. Well, she thought she was kidding.
When they walked into the kitchen a few minutes later, they were still laughing.
"What's so funny?" Laura asked. "Has Arlene been teasing you again?"
"That's just it," Boswell laughed, "I know she's teasing me, but everything she says seems to turn out to be true, also."
"Welcome to the Matthews clan," Jeff said. "That's the way I feel much of the time around here. Sometimes these women say more with one look than I can get out in five minutes. Often I just don't have a clue."
A look passed between Diana, Laura and Doctor Boswell, and they burst out laughing.
"Oh, shit," Jeff moaned.
Everybody laughed, and Jeff tried to look as if he were terribly abused.
"Poor baby," Diana teased.
Jeff laughed with everyone else, then motioned to the large kitchen table, and said, "Have a seat, Doctor Boswell. What would you like to drink? We have coffee, soft drinks, juices, and several wines."
"The wine sounds inviting, but ... I want to keep a clear mind and continue our discussion, so I guess, just coffee."
In short order everyone was seated at the table. Laura put out a cake they had bought from a local bakery, with plates and silverware. When everyone was comfortable, Jeff looked at Doctor Boswell and remarked, "I guess a kitchen is an odd place to discuss business, and we certainly have conference rooms, as well as other rooms more comfortable, but we tend to have our family meetings here. So we'll continue with that tradition, if it's okay with you."
Boswell accepted a piece of cake from Melissa, and answered. "Well, this kitchen is certainly big enough — the largest one I have ever seen, by far, and beautiful in its own right. I had rather see your family in a relaxed atmosphere. That's the reason we're here. This is just fine."
Taking a bite of cake, she smiled at Diana, "Is this from the bakery in Winter Park?"
Diana nodded. "We stopped by and bought three, all different. This is the first one we've tried."
"I've bought their cakes for years. I haven't found one that wasn't delicious, yet," Doctor Boswell said, smiling.
Doctor Boswell had put a binder on the table when she first sat down. She pushed it toward Jeff and said. "This is my resume. Behind the resume are copies of relevant materials — diplomas, certificates, letters of recommendation from when I was seeking the principal's position, as well as a recommendation from the school board, which I served on for five years. There is also a reference list with phone numbers and addresses. Most of the references are from people I have worked with — some my peers, two who were my superiors, and a number who were teachers working for me. The board members are listed separately. I have no problem with you checking with any, or all of these people. As a matter of fact, I encourage it."
"I know you didn't have time to do this after we talked on the phone," Jeff commented. "Were you looking for a job somewhere else? Doctor Adams led me to believe you were not looking for work."
Doctor Boswell shrugged. "He's right. I wasn't looking for work. I prepared this about a year ago with the intention of looking into a field other than teaching, but I just never got around to taking the next step."
Jeff opened the binder and glanced through it. The first two pages were the resume itself. With a shock, he realized there must have been twenty pages of diplomas, and certificates. Starting back at the beginning, he quickly read through the resume. Stunned, he passed it on to Diana.
Laura slid her chair closer to Diana, and they started reading together.
Jeff got up and got the pot, refilled his and Doctor Boswell's cups. He and Boswell carried on an idle conversation while Diana and Laura finished reading the resume, glancing through the other section, as Jeff had done. They passed the binder on down to Arlene, who carried it to the other side of the table. All four girls gathered round to read it together.
"Shit," Arlene exclaimed as she read through the education part, then capped her hand over her mouth. "Sorry."
Jeff noted that Doctor Boswell's lips twitched. He would bet it was the beginning of a smirk, but she had stopped it before it really started.
When the girls were done, Arlene pushed the binder toward Jeff. Jennie and Melissa returned to their seats, and Ann got the pot and asked who wanted their coffee warmed up. When the pot was empty, she rinsed it out, and started another pot brewing.
"To understate the obvious," Jeff said, "I guess you're qualified."
Boswell chuckled, "I didn't meet my husband until I was thirty-five. I guess I needed something to keep busy, so I went to school at night and during the summer. I curtailed the schooling somewhat after I married, though."
Opening the binder again and glancing at the first page, Jeff said, "You had a BS when you were seventeen?"
Doctor Boswell had just finished her cake; she pushed her plate back and responded, "Well, actually it was a double. They kicked me out of high school when I was fourteen. I was too young to work, so I had to do something," she finished, grinning.
"If you don't mind my asking, why didn't you go into research, or work for any of the big corporations? Forgive me for saying this, but you could have made a lot more money in some other field."
Boswell sipped her coffee and leaned back in her chair. "I was offered jobs when I got my BS in chemistry, and the one in mathematics, but by then I was already teaching. It was something I loved, was good at, and I didn't want to change. I never made a lot of money, but I have never regretted my choice. Every time I obtained another diploma, I had a little more to give.
"Certainly, most students didn't profit from it. Unfortunately, the majority only wanted to get through school, get a job and get on with their lives. But occasionally a student came along with a thirst for learning. Those students were the main reason I continued as an educator. There is nothing like a truly intelligent student who wants to learn.
"There comes a time when we tend to become burned out, no matter what the job, or how much we love it. After my husband was killed, I guess that happened to me," she finished, the sparkle of unshed tears in her eyes.
"After a while, though, I became bored sitting and staring at four walls. I spent several weeks visiting the national parks and other areas where my husband and I used to go on our vacations, but it wasn't the same. It just brought back memories," she choked out, holding back a sob, the tears flowing down her cheeks.
Jennie and Ann, the closest to her, quickly got up and hugged her. Laura got a paper towel and handed it to Doctor Boswell.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Boswell repeated. "I'm just making a fool out of myself."
"Nonsense," Jeff said. "You've just shown us that you're a caring person."
Glancing around the room, individually catching everyone's eye, he finally turned to Doctor Boswell. Boswell saw the exchange and wondered what was going on, then figured it out.
Jeff turned back to her. "My family and I would like to offer you the job. I am aware that you want to test the girls, and probably ask many questions before you make up your mind. That's acceptable with us. It's getting late, but I think you might still want to have a look at the area where the classroom would probably be located. To allow you more contact with the girls, I think it would be best if they showed you the second floor. Would that be acceptable with you?"
"I would enjoy that, I think," Boswell said. "And I apologize for my..."
Laura broke in, "I lost both my parents suddenly quite a few years ago. I still miss them. There's no apology necessary. Having these characters to teach," she said, motioning to the girls, "might be just the thing for you."
"Come on," Arlene said, "we'll show you around."
"You know where the coffeepot is. We leave it prepped and ready to go. All you have to do is turn it on. We usually eat about seven, but if you get up earlier, feel free to start the coffee, or fix your own breakfast if you like. Otherwise, we'll meet you for breakfast, if that's okay with you," Diana said.
"I am, generally, an early riser. But I usually swim a few laps before breakfast. I assume you have a pool in this fabulous house. Do you mind if I use your pool in the morning?"
Before Jeff could say anything, Arlene started hustling Doctor Boswell out the door, followed by the other girls. "Of course we don't mind. Heck we swim every day. But I'm not in the mood that early in the morning."
As the kitchen door swung closed, Laura chuckled. "Test my rear end. Those girls will have her wrapped around their little fingers before they go to bed tonight. That woman hasn't got a chance. She didn't even ask how much we were willing to pay." Laura thought for a minute. "How much are you going to offer her, Jeff?"
"Make it a good offer," Diana said. "I want her. She impresses me."
"I don't know. How much does a teacher make?"
"Jeff. Wrong approach," Diana said, an unfathomable tone to her voice. "You need to offer her a hundred thousand a year, a car and the apartment on the second floor. She's worth any half dozen teachers we might get."
"What? Now wait a minute Diana. I know I was kidding her outside, but I don't want someone living with us. What happens if she walks into the living room with Arlene sucking my dick? I don't want to spend the next ten years in jail for incest," Jeff said, a look of concern on his face.
"Do you really think that woman won't figure out what's going on with her around us every day? She's probably there, already. She didn't get all those degrees, and letters of recommendation for being an average intellect. Unless I miss my guess, our relationship, all of us, is one of the reasons she broke down about her husband. She saw our love for one another, and it hit her hard."
Jeff took a sip of cold coffee and frowned, sitting the cup down. "I'll bet that principals don't make more than seventy-five a year in this area, tops, and they sure don't get a car furnished, let alone an apartment."
"Jeff!" Diana and Laura said in unison.
"But a hundred is more than I'm paying Laura. Come on," Jeff pleaded.
"She's your wife," Diana said, matter-of-factly. "Her salary is like taking money out of one pocket and putting it into another pocket. And while we are talking about finances, we need to get Laura's name on our checkbook. And she needs a credit card, also."
"I don't need that," Laura said. "Jeff has already deposited my pay in my account, not to mention the money you two put in when I first came out here."
"I'm ahead of you," Jeff grinned. "I ordered another card on our account with her name on it, a couple of days ago. The bank says she has to come in and sign before we can put her name on the checking account, though. We can take care of that the next time we go into town. I've also ordered credit cards for the girls. Arlene already has one."
Laura had tears in her eyes, and started to protest.
"You're my wife now. Remember?" Jeff teased. "That's what that sore pussy was about."
Laura threw her napkin at him. Then got up and kissed him.
Laura, Diana and Jeff had already made love. Jeff was just drifting off when the girls came bouncing in full of energy, expounding on Doctor Boswell's virtues.
"She's the greatest, Dad. She is so cool. She knows how to do so much great stuff," Arlene bubbled.
"We showed her our last report cards, and she said she wouldn't have to see our school records. She said she believed us. She said she could teach us college courses, and get credit at a college in Denver, if we decided to go there," Ann chimed in.
Jennie broke in with, "She said we could start our own school. We could even think up a name for it. And if it's okay with you, that's what it would be called."
Melissa, while obviously enthusiastic along with the rest, didn't say anything about the school. She had been busy pulling her top off and unhooking her bra. That finished, the rest of her clothing soon followed.
Jeff was sitting up, leaning against the headboard of the bed by this time. Melissa straddled him and as he started to answer, shoved a titty in his mouth. Shortly, he was being encouraged to slide down in the bed. As soon as he was lying on his back, he felt someone forcing a tight, wet pussy down his cock.
"So, I guess that means Doctor Boswell is going to take the job," he managed.
"Sure she is, Dad," Arlene answered, bouncing on his dick. "We told her not to worry about the money, that you weren't cheap, that you would take care of her." The "her" went an octave higher, then turned into a squeal as Arlene started her orgasms.
Melissa, having gotten both of her breasts sucked, sat her pussy on Jeff's mouth, effectively ending the conversation.
A little later, Melissa screamed, then after a bit, rolled off onto the bed. Jeff grabbed Arlene's hips and hunched hard into her several times, froze, then pumped his sperm into her. Arlene thrashed wildly, mumbled something, and fainted. Diana and Laura laid her on her back on the bed, and quickly capped her gushing pussy with a washcloth.
Ann cleaned Jeff's cock with her mouth, straddled him and sat down. Jennie sat on his mouth, and the sequence began again.
Jeff was sound asleep when they decided who was going to sleep on the blankets on the floor, and who would sleep in the bed with him.
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