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Educating Danielle Part Eleven By Karen E. Lea Chapter Fifty The Entrance is a large holiday town, sitting on the entrance to Tuggerah Lake, one hundred kilometres north of Sydney, with the ocean to the east and Tuggerah Lake to the west. Two hours after leaving home, I drove in to the underground security car park, having done some grocery shopping on the way. Pulling in to one of my allotted spaces, I turned the Rover off and slid to the ground. My name was called, I turned and two arms encircled my neck and lipstick coated lips met my lips. "Darling, so good to see you again." the woman said as our lips parted. "Leanne...Hi...how you been?" Leanne was in her mid thirties, a gym toned and tanned body, large breasts, E cup was my guess, flaring hips, very vivacious and outgoing. Her strawberry blonde hair hung past her shoulders. "Really good, Richard is overseas, again, we'll have to get together on the weekend, I'm sure we'll find something to interest us?" "Sure...this is my fianc?e Laura..." I introduced, as Laura appeared from the other side of the Rover. "You sly dog." Leanne squealed, kissing me again, her tongue trying to probe in to my mouth. She swung to Laura and congratulated her; Laura thanked her with a look of thunder. I introduced Danielle and Leanne called her daughter Sandra from the shadows. "You are the luckiest woman alive, I knew there was somebody for him, Richard will be devastated, he was convinced you were gay, I can't wait to tell him and a ready made family as well, that's the way to do it, step in as they are ready to leave the nest..." "Danielle's only sixteen." I interrupted. "Are you sure? Sandra's sixteen, I'm sure they will have something in common for the weekend." "Positive." "This is so exciting. Engaged. Who would have thought?" Thank god, she was slowing up. I invited her up for Sunday lunch. We excused ourselves and pressed for the lift. We loaded the bags and groceries after it arrived, I took a key card from my pocket, swiped it and pressed ?P'. "What's ?P' mean?" Danielle asked. Penthouse. I'll give you a card each; the lift won't go there unless you swipe first." "Penthouse." They said in unison. "Yep." "You said it was a unit." Laura squeaked. "Well it is, just takes up the whole top floor. This is my hideaway, well our hideaway, not many people know that I own this." We rode the rest of the way in silence, when the door opened at the top; I quickly unloaded our bags and opened the front door. They followed me in to the unit mesmerised. Turning lights on and opening windows, I returned to the lounge, they hadn't moved. Leading them around, showing them the features and bedrooms, they didn't say a word. We finished out on the balcony. "Take a deep breath, smell the ocean...you are allowed to speak you know...one of you please say something." "It's absolutely beautiful." Laura said. "It's lovely daddy." "I'm starved, I'll ring for pizza." While we waited for the pizza, we put the groceries and bags away. Forty minutes later we were eating out on the balcony, enjoying the open air. "Leanne seems friendly?" Danielle asked. "Too friendly. Is she always like that?" Laura asked. "Only when her husband isn't around, you're not jealous are you?" "If a strange man kissed me like that, you would be too." "She was just being friendly, the Leanne way." "Friendly. She nearly raped you next to the car." "No that was last time I was here, I still don't know how I managed to stay out of her clutches." "Sandra seems nice?" Danielle asked. "Complete opposite to her mum, she's a bit shy." I said heading for the fridge for more drinks. We had discussed the new offer on the way up in the car; Laura was flabbergasted that Spencers had chased Danielle to sign. "Thought any more about the offer?" I asked as I returned from the kitchen. "Like I said, I'm stunned they still want to go ahead." "What do you think honey?" I asked Danielle. "I'd really love to do it, but a bit nervous if I had to get up and speak in public." "I'm sure they would make sure you were up to it, if you look bad, they look bad." We chatted about our day, and Laura told us about her day, "I've been showing that stupid daughter my job for a fortnight, she still hasn't got it. It's not brain surgery for god's sake, how can anyone be so dumb. I had to do a catch up this afternoon, so there was nothing outstanding. The best part is, I can't believe it, eight weeks off." "It had been a big day and we were all yawning, I locked up and we all went to bed, falling asleep to the crashing surf below." We arose the next morning after seven and spent a relaxing day around the unit. Sandra came up during the day and spent some time with Danielle, they decided to go shopping the next morning, and so set about making times. That evening we went for a walk around the foreshore of the lake, and then another early night. Easter Saturday dawned bright and clear, not long after we finished breakfast on the balcony, Sandra arrived for Danielle, "I can't go out with you like that." she wailed. "Why not?" "You're too good looking." "I am not." "You should look in a mirror more often." Sandra retorted. "It's just a bit of makeup...come in to the bedroom and I'll bring you up to my standard." Danielle said. "Danielle. Please show some manners." I chastised. "Like Jeff, don't sweat it. I need all the help I can get." I shrugged as they walked off. Twenty minutes later they came out to say goodbye, "We're off." Danielle chirped. "Do I look okay?" Sandra asked. I turned, "Good grief, don't let your mum see you." "I know, like she couldn't stand the competition." Sandra answered. We all laughed. "You two have some time...you know..." Danielle said as they headed for the door. "Take your mum's phone." I called after them. "Okay. Bye." Chapter Fifty One Laura and I cleared up the breakfast things and then we headed for the bedroom for a shower, half naked I attacked Laura playfully, which led to more intimate things. As we lay there afterwards, Laura posed a question, "Would you like to be more adventurous?" "Adventurous?" "You know...sexually. Try different things." "What. Now?" "No, unless you want to." she answered coyly. "Any time you want, is fine with me." "But seriously, I just want to know if you have an open mind?" "My little hobby must answer that." "Your little hobby interests me too, I find it very stimulating, you're the girlfriend I always wanted. I'm not sure that makes me gay, still trying to work that out." "I love you Laura Williams." "I love you too." We kissed and cuddled for a while, then the mobile rang, "Starburst." "Daddy, can we catch the bus to Erina Fair, it's not very exciting here." After a moment's hesitation, "Okay, but keep in touch." "Thanks dad. Bye." "You hesitated then." "I worry. She attracts attention just being herself." "Maybe that's what Spencers see in her." "I think you're right." ??? Danielle put the phone back in her handbag and smiled, "Let's go." The Entrance shopping centre wasn't particularly big and there wasn't much of a choice of shops. They climbed aboard the waiting bus, paid their fare and sat down. "Do you want to ring your mum?" Danielle asked. "No it's cool. Do you have to check in all the time?" "Mum and dad worry about me." "Is Jeff your real father, he's never mentioned anything before about you or Laura." "No. I wish he was, I have never known my real father, he run off when I was born." "Sorry." "Don't be, I've got Jeff now. What's your dad like?" "He's cool, when he's home." "What does he do?" "Sales manager for Australasia, he sells software. He missed his plane in Singapore Thursday night. I think mum had plans for Jeff this weekend, boy, was she pissed after we met Thursday night." Sandra said. Danielle giggled, "So was my mum. Does your dad think he's gay?" "Yeah. Jeff talks to mum about makeup and fashion; I think dad just assumed he must be gay. I guess he's not though." "Not going by the noises mum makes in the bedroom." They both laughed and the journey continued, while they chatted about school. Thirty minutes later, they were at Erina Mall. "This is more like it." Sandra stated. "We can do some serious shopping here." Danielle nodded. "Where are we going to start?" "This end, finish at the other." "Sounds like a plan." The girls spent the next couple of hours trying on clothes, checking out jewellery and spending money. Danielle made a dent in her bonus from Thursday. Lunch time came; they bought a slice of pizza and salad each and sat in the food court. Three boys sitting nearby started to show interest in the two girls. "Would you girls like to join us?" "No thanks." Danielle retorted. "Aren't we good enough?" "I didn't say that. I'm shopping with my friend thank you." "Like she said." Sandra said. They tried to ignore the boys, but snide remarks kept coming to their ears, "Stuck up...think they're better than us...tourist sluts." The girls finished their lunch, put their rubbish in the bin and headed for the next shop. The boys followed at a distance. The next stop was a jeans shop, one of the major chains. Danielle was keen to get a short denim skirt, she knew Karen liked them for casual occasions and you could always dress it up with heels and tops. They sifted through the racks, the boys waiting outside, "These guys are starting to piss me off." Sandra said. "You're not wrong; know I know what the term stalking means." Danielle replied. Danielle had found a skirt she liked and moved to the change rooms. A woman in her late twenties was talking in a loud voice, "My last jeans were a size ten, why won't these fit?" "I think madam may have gone up a size." the manager replied, trying to be nice. Sandra and Danielle looked at each other, the same thought crossing their minds; this woman was at least sixteen. "Bring me another brand," the woman demanded. Danielle tried on her skirt and was happy with the result. She changed back and left the cubicle. The woman was in full flight now. "You people are doing this on purpose; your stock is wrongly marked, it's obvious." "Madam. The stock is not wrongly marked. I hardly think that four manufacturers have singled this store out to send wrongly marked stock." the manager retorted. "You admit they do mark stock wrong." "I admit stock can be sometimes wrong, but it is not a consistent problem to this extent. I respectfully suggest that you try another store in the mall to see if you have the same problem. I also respectfully point out that maybe you have put some weight on since your last purchase." "You're calling me fat." It was obvious that the manager wanted to say yes, instead he said, "Please check another store." "You people are insufferable, I will go and I will make a complaint to your head office." "Madam, it's been a pleasure." The girl left the store and the manager greeted Danielle, "Cash or charge?" "Cash thank you." He processed the transaction quickly and thanked Danielle and wished her a good day. The girls left the shop and moved on with their shadows. "I wish I had this much time to waste." Danielle commented. "Me too. It's not like they're hunks or anything?" "I wouldn't care if they were hunks. Normal people don't carry on like this." They went to another couple of shops, then decided to head for home. Danielle was a bit dubious, "If we go out to the bus, they could follow us to our door." "Yea. I didn't think of that. Ideas?" Sandra asked. "I'll ring Dad." She quickly fished the phone from her handbag and dialled the number, she waited, "Dad. Could you come and get us, some boys are bothering us." "Wait in a crowded area, be there soon." I replied. ??? I hurriedly grabbed keys and wallets, while Laura summoned the lift. Twenty-five minutes later we were parking in the car park at the mall. We found the girls sitting in the food court, the boys quickly drifting off when we turned up. "You two okay?" I enquired. "We're great, but we didn't want to go out to the bus stop and the boys follow us home." Sandra said. Walking back to the car, the girls told us about their purchases and their day out. Driving home Danielle said to Sandra, "What a bitch the girl in the jeans shop was, did you see the way she carried on?" "There's a girl at school, a bigger bitch than that. You've probably seen her in the Spencer's catalogue, you know the department store." Sandra said. Danielle shrugged. "You would recognise the face if you saw it. Wendy Wilkinson is her name, walks around school like she's a movie star. Sends everybody mad, been modelling for them since primary school." "Nothing like a long term job." Laura said. "Not any more." said Sandra with a grin. "What happened?" Danielle asked. "She came to school bitchier than usual Wednesday morning, she abused people, by lunch time she had abused her maths teacher." "It's a wonder she wasn't sent home." I said. "Oh but she was, they rang her mum to come and get her. This is such good goss, my friend Amy was up at the office and heard her mum apologising to the headmaster. This is the best bit; she had been sacked by Spencers." "Why?" Danielle asked. "Who cares, she finally got hers. By the final bell, Amy had spread it around the school. It was so cool..." My phone rang and interrupted Sandra, "Starburst." I answered. "Looking after my babe I hope." "Sam?" I groaned. "Hey, have we got a deal for you." "Sam, we are not interested." "Yeah, yeah, but listen to this, one hundred g's, plus one per cent of net CD sales. Whadya think." Laura's chin hit the floor. "Delusional and crazed spring to mind. Find someone else. We are not interested. Goodbye." I said pushing END. "He just doesn't get it." "He sure is persistent." Danielle agreed. "That guy was talking about one hundred thousand dollars right." Sandra asked. "Yeah, sorry about that." I said pulling in to our parking spot. We dropped Sandra at her floor on the way up and continued to the penthouse, letting ourselves in, we collapsed on to the lounge. "What did you think of Sandra's story?" Laura asked. "Interesting. Moira must have been so sure we would sign, she gave Wendy her marching orders." I commented, when the phone rang again. "Starburst." "Just listen will ya. She's going to be in this video if it's the last thing I do. How much?" "How much what?" "How much do you want, put her on, I'll convince her." "She's sixteen, you've got me." "Come on; be reasonable, this is a great opportunity for a young girl. Hundred gs for a weeks work, can't go wrong." "Do I hear an advance on a week; it was three days work on Tuesday. Look Sam, there must be hundreds of girls out there who want this job." "Jeff, Jeff. We have manufactured everything for this video, this is to make money. We picked a song everybody liked, the boys were picked to attract girls and they could sing. We wanted a girl that could stop traffic, enter Danielle. Everybody has a price; I just haven't sorted yours yet." "That's because we don't have a price." "Yeah right, I'll find it, so help me." "Goodbye Sam." I stared at Danielle, "Short, back and sides Tuesday morning, this is getting way too hard, Daniel's back. Danielle got hit by a bus." "Daddy. Nooo." "Wonder where I can get a dead body from?" "Dead body?" Danielle wailed. "Well everybody will want to come to the funeral." She leapt at me flailing her closed fists. I retaliated by tickling her till she fell from the lounge, nearly hitting her head on the coffee table. "Come on you two, stop it." Laura ordered. "Someone's going to get hurt." We untangled ourselves from the floor, "Yes mummy," we said in unison, laughing. "I don't know what's worse, you two or a couple of two year olds." Laura said. I cuddled Danielle on the lounge and said, "We're so adorable." "Two adorable maniacs." Laura retorted. "Why thank you mummy, we try hard." Danielle grinned. Laura rolled her eyes, "Would you two like a drink?" "Yes mummy," we said in unison. "Daddy, what's the worst that could happen if we agreed to Spencer's and the video?" "We'd have to go in to hiding for twelve months." "Seriously." "That was serious. If the tabloids got hold of your secret, there'd be no peace." "What's the best that could happen?" "You would be a very well off young woman." I replied "Or man." Laura said with a mischievous grin, coming in with drinks. "Mother." "After twelve months, I don't think there would be a boy to find." I replied. "But as Daniel, I always felt I was Danielle anyway, I would be just dressing the way I want and getting paid for it." Danielle said with a pout. "You want to go for it?" "Yes." "And the video?" "Why not." "What do you think?" I asked Laura. "I'll support whatever he or she wants to do." Laura answered. We sipped our drinks. "Dad?" "Mmmm." "Daniel won't be going back to school will he?" Danielle asked. "Guess not. Twenty four seven for you." "Yesss." "Not only that, you're going to be too busy initially." "Why?" "After you come back from Kim's, you'll have the catalogue, the video the way Sam's going, then Spencer's will probably want a few commercials. There's the next six to eight weeks gone." We finished our drinks and decided on a walk before dinner. Danielle changed into jeans, joggers and a white sleeveless cotton top. We walked along the foreshore of the channel to the lake, watched the pelicans floating in the shallows. The sun was setting in to the west as we looked out over the lake. We wandered back, just on dusk and decided to eat at the hotel beer garden. We all ordered fish, chips and salad and sat and waited for our order with a bottle of wine. I suggested to Laura, that on Tuesday she should look at getting Danielle a bank account and talk to an accountant. She readily agreed. I thought I'd better ring Moira tomorrow and put her out of her misery. Our meal arrived and we ate and chatted. Our meal finished we continued our walk back to the penthouse. "Daddy. When are you going to tell Moira?" "I thought tomorrow." "Why not now?" "What if you have a change of heart?" Danielle stopped walking and turned to me hands on hips, "Not funny. I will not change my mind." I handed her the phone, "Well, ring her now." She scrolled through the numbers till she found the number, pushed call and put the phone to her ear. It seemed ages before she spoke. "Hello Moira...I can't hear you, too much noise behind you...that's better, hi, it's Danielle we're ringing to let you know our decision...yes, I'm in." Danielle held the phone from her ear; I could hear the screaming as well. She slowly put the phone back to her ear, listened for a moment, then handed the phone to me. "Hello." "Thank you, thank you, you've made my night." "I can't say I'm completely happy with it." "Don't be silly, we'll look after her, after all, we have a lot riding on this too." "That I can't dispute." "Talk to you Tuesday, goodbye and thanks." "Bye." We resumed walking to the penthouse, rode up in the lift and sat out on the balcony with a drink. I cuddled in to Laura watching the stars. It had been a big day and soon we were all yawning. Danielle asked me to look at her breasts. They had become very tender and the cups of her bra were overflowing. We went to her bedroom and she stripped her top and bra off. His breasts looked full under the forms, there had been definitely something happening, "I'll buy you some 12E bras tomorrow to get by and we'll strip the forms off Monday night when we get home, okay?" "Thanks Jeff." He said kissing me on the lips, both arms around my neck. "Danielle. Daniel. Stop that." I spluttered. "I'm just thanking you. You like it when other girls do it. I saw you the other night." "What?" "Leanne. You enjoyed that. You like her don't you." "Yes, but not the way you think. I like her body. She's on my mental list of woman I would swap bodies with." "Uh huh... I think daddy's been reading too many Altered Fate stories." Danielle giggled. "Guilty as charged, your honour." "I must admit, I could live with it too. There's a lot worse around." "You don't have to swap; you are a totally bodacious sixteen year old." She grabbed me and kissed me again, "You say the yummiest things, thanks." "Put your PJ's on and we'll go and tell your mum what we're going to do." Back on the balcony, we explained to Laura what I thought was happening. "I thought she looked bigger the other day, fuller, if you know what I mean." Laura commented. Chapter Fifty Two We arose to another beautiful day and breakfasted on the balcony. The morning sun was quite warm and we were quickly looking for shade. Even though it was autumn, summer was still with us. We finished breakfast and cleaned up. Laura wanted to go to church, I wasn't thrilled, but said I would go, "But don't blame me if the roof falls in, I haven't been to church on a Sunday for twenty years." We showered and dressed. Danielle dressed in a above the knee beige skirt, a matching blouse, panty hose and three inch beige sandals. Laura was in a similar outfit, but in black. "I noticed Karen has clothes here, why don't you come as Karen?" Laura asked. "Too much chance of bumping in to Leanne, I don't think I could fool her. Thanks." I answered kissing her on the cheek. "Give her something to talk about." "You don't care?" "Not really. Basically it's none of anyone's business, but I won't force you if you're uncomfortable." "Thank you, but no." "You don't need my permission to dress, I don't care if you're Jeff or Karen beside me, you're the same wonderful person to me." "Darling, thank you." I said kissing her. We drove to church and joined a large congregation in the Easter service, which was quite enjoyable. After the service, we made our way to the local K-Mart at Bateau Bay for bras for Danielle to get by with. Next we bought some groceries for lunch with Leanne and returned to the penthouse where we made salads and marinated the steaks for a barbeque. At midday Danielle went to fetch the visitors from their floor. Leanne greeted me the same way as Thursday night. This elicited a stare from Laura who was not impressed. As usual, Leanne held court, and at times was hard to get a word in edge wise. We sipped wine on the balcony and listened. She asked when we were getting married. Although we knew we would, we hadn't actually talked about when or how. Leanne planned some scenarios off the top of her head. Pity poor Sandra when she comes home and says she's getting married. Too weird for me. Danielle and Sandra cooked and served lunch; Leanne continually talked about any subject that popped in to her head. The two girls cleaned up and served dessert and coffee. When they had finished, decided on a walk. Once the girls left, Leanne commented, "Danielle is absolutely stunning, a very beautiful young woman." "Most stunning." I agreed. "Does she do any modelling?" "The odd job." "I would have thought she would be a full time model?" "She's only sixteen and happy, plenty of time. If she wants to do it." "No. She's got it and you're in the business. She has it made." "Leanne, I have seen a lot of heartache, with kids been forced in to this business, totally against their wishes in some cases. She has it made if she wants it, otherwise I'll support her in any endeavour." "My thoughts too." Laura said as I pulled her towards me and kissed her. "A woman I play tennis with on Wednesdays, her daughter's a model with Spencers. She hopes to make a career of it, very attractive, although not as attractive as Danielle. Although last Wednesday she was more than miffed with Spencers." "Why. What happened?" Laura asked. "Well, after the ranting and raving, it was basically, don't ring us, we'll ring you. She was so unglued over it." "Would you like another drink?" I asked, changing the subject. "Love a coffee, thanks." Laura jumped up and grabbed the coffee pot, she poured us all another cup, then we all stood at the railing sipping at our cups watching the crowds below. Leanne left soon after, she said she was expecting a call, as she made her goodbyes, she told Laura, "You are so lucky, I knew there was somebody for him. You make a great couple." We thanked her and saw her out to the lift. After she left, we went back to the balcony, "You don't like her do you?" "It's a not a matter of liking her, it's the way she greets you." "She's always been like that." "Well I'll put it this way, if you had come up here this weekend, she would've devoured you." "If it stopped her talking for a few minutes, it would be nearly worth it." Laura laughed. I kissed her, "I love you Laura Williams." "I'm not there yet." "Consider it so." We lazed on the balcony, reading the paper. The two younger girls returned and joined us with a cold drink from the fridge and my phone which had been off since the church. "Thanks." I said turning it on and sitting it on the table. A minute later the phone beeped. I picked up, six missed calls and a text message. The missed calls were all the same number and I was pretty sure it was Sams'. Doesn't the guy relax for one day? I read the text message, ?Ring new offer'. I made my mind up not to respond and if I had any sense I should turn the thing off. Too late, the phone rang. "Starburst." "Hey, what sort of business man turns his phone off?" "One trying to relax on Easter Sunday." "It's just another day...hey I've got a deal for you. One hundred and fifty gs and one percent of CD sales." "Sam." "Alright, alright, one sixty." "Sam. Listen. It's Easter Sunday, I don't want to discuss this, I'm going to hang up, you go and chill out somewhere." "Jeff, be reasonable, my arse is on the line, if we don't have a girl soon, I'm dead meat." "There's nine million girls in this country, give or take, must be some one else." "I found her, but I'm dealing with a dickhead father...shit..." "Bye Sam." Pushing END on the phone, I quickly turned it off before he rang back. Laura came over and sat with me and cuddled up. "He doesn't give up does he?" "No. He's so engrossed in getting Danielle to sign; I think he has lost the plot." "What are up to now?" "One sixty plus one per cent of net sales." "We sat around deciding what to do. Danielle suggested the movies. We all agreed and Sandra went back to ask her mum. Ten minutes later she was back, Leanne would come too. After a light dinner of salad, we prepared to go out. Danielle came out of her bedroom in a burgundy three quarter sleeve blouse, black skirt and ankle boots. Laura and I were happy with jeans, although beside Danielle, we looked underdressed. We rode down in the lift, met Leanne and Sandra and walked to the theatre. Laura and Leanne sat together and chatted before the show started, I sat next to Laura, then Danielle and Sandra. Most of the movie I was distracted by Laura stroking my thigh and Danielle playing footsie with me. After the movie we wandered back to the unit, Leanne asked us up for coffee to their unit. We accepted and had an enjoyable hour chatting, with Laura and Leanne showing none of the animosity earlier in the weekend. Chapter Fifty Three Easter Monday dawned bright and clear, we again ate breakfast on the balcony. Danielle washed up afterwards; I stood at the railing behind Laura, my arms around her watching the ocean. The rest of the day was spent reading and relaxing. After lunch, Sandra came up to see Danielle. I let her in and told her that she was in her room. What I didn't know was that Danielle had just had a shower and was naked. Sandra walked down Danielle's room and opened the door without knocking; there was an almighty scream from Danielle. I think Sandra screamed because Danielle did. I raced down to the bedroom. "You okay?" I asked poking my head in the door. "Sorry Sandra, I saw the door opening by itself...sorry." "My fault, I should've knocked. Wait for you on the balcony." After she walked off, I slipped in to the room, "I'll get a lock for that." "I panicked sorry," she said as dried off with the towel. "Do you think she saw?" I asked as I looked down her naked body. "Luckily the towel was in front of me. You and mum knock." "My fault, I shouldn've sent her down here." I hugged her and left the room. Twenty minutes later, Danielle appeared, She apologised to Sandra for screaming. They decided on a walk. Laura had been oblivious to the commotion as I told her what had happened. "I don't think I could go home, this has spoilt me. I've always wanted a place by the sea." "You can come here anytime you want, in fact you can stay for the week if you want." "No...it's so tempting, but there's the house to be cleaned out. Start to get a handle on the job, open Danielle's bank account...no I better come home." "It's here anytime you want to come." "Thank you darling." We decided on a walk ourselves. One hour later we were back at the unit, Danielle were giggling and laughing on the lounge watching television. "Dad. Can I go to Sandra's birthday in August?" "Sure, okay with me. Check with your mum." "Jeff here's your phone, not turned on again." Laura said coming from the bedroom. I turned the phone on and sat it on the coffee table while it went through its start up. "Eleven missed calls. Sam damn him." I hissed. The phone rang while I stared at it, "Good afternoon, Starburst." "At last." "Sam. Have you ever heard of hello, good morning, good afternoon; you know, manners." "Haven't got time. Now down to business. One sixty plus two per cent net." "Sam..." "One eighty. She needs to be able to drive." "Doesn't have a licence." "Doesn't matter, we'll work that out." "What about coffee breaks?" "Whaa...you're taking the piss aren't you?" "No. Just enquiring." "Taking the piss. I love to fucking know why you're against this, she's not an alien is she?" "Just stepped off the Venus shuttle. Men in Black was a true story you know." "Yeah right." "You're losing your sense of humour Sam." "Why the fuck wouldn't I dealing with you." "Smell the roses Sam." "I have been doing this for years, dealing with people from all over, but you are worse than dealing with a broad." "Bet you say that to all the boys?" "Look...fuck you...hear me out. The kid's got it. Sal agrees. She's the one." "When is this all happening anyway?" "Three weeks." "Can't, working that week." "You're kidding me." "No. Catalogue for a department store." "All week?" "Not sure." "Shit...shit...shit." "You've certainly got a way with the English language Sam." "You're taking the piss again aren't you?" "Of course." "You're rattling me on purpose. Just listen will ya. Two hundred grand. One per cent of net sales. Howzat?" "Sam." I said moving to the bedroom, "you're going to drive me mad if I don't say yes?" "You're damn tooting I am." "Too many cartoons Sam." "Are you ever serious?" "Sometimes. Tell you what. Four hundred grand and the driving lessons. Half up front in her bank account the day before shooting, the balance within seven days. The contract for only domestic use only, if it goes worldwide we negotiate. And ten per cent per day penalty for failure to pay on time." "Jeff be reasonable...Christ? You virtually said yes." "Very perceptive Sam." "Hafta to talk to Sal." "Take it or leave it Sam, that's the terms and I want them in the contract." "I'll ring you back." The phone went dead. I punched END and walked out to the lounge. I told Laura about the conversation. "He didn't flinch?" "I think he shit himself, but he didn't let on." We decided to go out for a Chinese dinner and invited Sandra along who rang her mum and told her where we would be. We sauntered down to the restaurant and sat at an offered table. We decided to order a meal each and put it in the centre of the table. While we perused the menu, my phone rang, "Good evening, Starburst." I said not recognising the number. "Jeff. Sal. Just been talking to Sam. He told me the terms, which I find totally unreasonable and the money...well, frankly I think it's gone too far." "Fine. The deals off, suits us." I said hitting END. "The barbeque steak Chinese style sounds nice?" The girls looked at me and stared. "Well?" Our meal was enjoyable, which we finished with coffee and dessert. I settled the bill and we wandered back to the unit. I was just thinking about the last phone call, when the phone rang. "Starburst." "I thought we had a fucking deal?" "Sal didn't like it, told me as much. Suits us if it's off." "Well I just had fucking words with him, reminded him about the poor house." "Have you ever thought about property, a lot less stress?" "I didn't get fucking stressed till I met you." "Be nice." "Geessus...Fuck me. All those terms and money discussed earlier, will you agree to it in principle. I'll get a contract to you tomorrow?" "I don't know Sam, Sal might not like it?" "Fuck Sal. You're talking to me, you in?" he yelled. "Two copies of the contract to my place tomorrow. Bye." I pushed END on the phone. "Well that's settled. Pity we had our Easter pestered by it." We continued our walk back. After dropping Sandra at her floor, Danielle kissed her on the cheek and promised to keep in touch. Arriving back at our unit, we packed our bags and put them near the door. "Well, if we all get stuck in to it, it won't take long to clean." Laura said. "The cleaning lady won't like being put out of a job." "What cleaning lady?" "The one I pay to clean here. Having money does have some privileges." "Mum. Go with the flow." Danielle offered, after looking at Laura's shocked face. "I didn't bring you up to be like that?" "Laura. Just relax honey. You both get a chance to clean up at home okay." We kissed, then packed the perishables, locked up and ten minutes later were heading for home. Once home, we took our bags inside and unpacked. I found the glue remover for the breast forms; Danielle stripped her top off, then unhooked the bra and her faux breasts dropped free. Gently removing the breasts, I exposed two orbs of flesh. Daniel was growing breasts, with no apparent outside help. He looked in the mirror, admiring his new assets. "This is like so cool; I definitely can't go to school with these." He was right; I called Laura to the bedroom. Laura walked in to the room and yelped, "What have you done?" "Nothing mum. How big will they get dad?" "I don't know. If you were a genetic daughter, probably C or D cup. Who knows?" "Cooll." Daniel cupped his new breasts. Although they were not quite A cup, it was definitely fast growth for somebody who was flat chested six weeks ago. "You haven't been taking anything?" Laura asked. "Nothing mum." We finished cleaning the glue and moisturising the skin. Daniel was glued to the mirror admiring his boobs. I rummaged around in the wardrobe looking for bra fillers for him to get by with. We wished him good night and went to bed, wondering what to do next. End of Part 11 (to be continued) This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.