'Good night then?'
'Sleep well Cordova.'
'I plan to.'
When he was finally in his bed he was unable to sleep. He considered his options. Fucking Martha was one thing. The daughter was another.
But yet she had approved. Did he have a choice in the matter? Probably not. If it wasn't him it would be someone else.
So what was wrong with it? Well, it would be tiring but Samantha showed promise and she was not without her obvious rewards.
Martha was excellent in bed and he had no complaints insofar as that was concerned. Her demands were totally realistic and within proper bounds.
No complaints there.
Caroline wouldn't be a problem either. Martha could manager her quite nicely and in so far as Raymond's brother went, well, he would just have to see.
Knowing Martha and her methods she would have him thoroughly investigated and even so the poor boy wouldn't know what he was getting into.
No, there was no cause for alarm, he decided and then he was able to get to sleep.
Martha was the type of woman who made decisions and stuck by them. She knew what to do to Samantha and was reasonably sure she was going about it in the right way.
Cordova and Caroline would be co-operative as would Samantha so she didn't foresee any problems and if there were problems she knew she could handle them.
She also knew things could be a lot worse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The following morning Martha and Samantha had a late breakfast together, eating at a small table in the main dining room that was relatively close to the kitchen so as to make it as easy for Caroline as possible.
She was a good cook, responsible with money and also managed it well, in addition to her other talents which Martha knew very well.
'If you want a car I'll buy you one this week,' suggested Martha as she dabbed at her mouth, finished with her breakfast.
'Oh, I guess Cordova can drive me around for a while, can't he?'
'Yes, but he also has other responsibilities, you know,' reminded Martha.
'All right, you can buy me a car next week if you want to.'
'Something small and sensible, but not too cheap,' said Martha.
'It's not that big of a deal?'
Martha had been observing Samantha all throughout their meal. She had filled out since she last saw her and there was no doubt that she was a woman.
There was a vague trace here and there of the little girl she had once been but that was only to be expected. She had blossomed.
Well, I'll just speed up the process a little bit, thought Martha, help nature along.
'Have you decided what you want to do yet, dear?' she asked.
'No, not really. I suppose it'll take me a few weeks to get back into the swing of things.'
'I could get you invitations to some parties and balls if you'd like that.' 'Yes, I think I would but not right now. I mean I'm not in any rush.'
'Of course you're not. I just thought you were anxious to begin your life here, that's all.'
'I am, but in my own good time.'
So she has a mind as well as a body, thought Martha as she sipped her coffee while Caroline hovered in the background.
Well, we'll see about that after a few weeks of Cordova's cock therapy. We're both in a rush my dear, but you don't know it yet.
'Where's Cordova?' asked Samantha.
'He's waxing the Rolls. Why?'
'I thought I'd do some shopping. I want him to drive me unless you have plans for him.'
'Me? No and even if I did I'm sure we could work something out whereby we could share him.'
'Yes, I'm sure we could. I'll be in my room.
Could you send him up in about thirty minutes?'
'Caroline will tell him, won't you?'
'Yes ma'am.'
'I think I'll go down to the club and lay in the sun. You're welcome to Cordova and the Rolls. I'll take my Thunderbird. Want to come with me or meet me there afterwards?'
'Maybe, I'm not sure.'
'Then I'll see you at dinner,' said Martha as she kissed Samantha lightly on her cheek.
'Yes.'
Martha left and Samantha lingered over her coffee, smoking a cigarette. Ten minutes later Martha came down from upstairs, waved to Samantha and then went into the garage where she got into her car and drove away.
'Tell Cordova he can come up anytime, whenever he's finished,' said Samantha.
'Yes, Miss Harding,' said Caroline as she cleared off the table.
Samantha went up to her room where she puttered around for a few minutes as she tried to decide what she wanted to do.
After a few minutes she made up her mind.
So soon, thought Cordova after Caroline delivered the message.
'Tell her I have to clean up, then I'll come and fetch her,' he instructed.
Caroline didn't bother to go up in person. Instead she called on the house telephone and relayed Cordova's message.
Cordova changed into a fresh uniform, wearing a plain black suit. The black cap gave him away though and as he walked up the stairs that led to the second floor he wondered what Samantha had in store for him.
Her room was airy and got a lot of light but it wasn't nearly as large as her mother's. He knocked on the door, cap in hand.
'Come in,' called Samantha.
He went in but didn't see her. The room was neat. The larger bed was somewhat conspicuous but he was surprised. He had been expecting her to be very messy, with clothes flung all over the place but that wasn't the case.
'I'll be right out,' she said from behind the closed bathroom door.
'I'll wait outside.'
'Stay right where you are.'
There was a chair by the window and he wondered if he should sit down or not. He decided not to. He felt uncomfortable.
Even though Martha had given him the green light he still didn't trust her one hundred per cent, not being able to tell for sure what was going on inside her head.
He knew there wasn't a way out so he decided not to worry about it, to do as he saw fit and to hope for the best, come what may.
'Do you like it?' asked Samantha.
She was wearing a string bikini. The bra covered her nipples and a little more. The bottom half just managed to conceal the vee of her sex mound and the crack between her buttocks.
For all intents and purposes she was naked.
