by James Ross
Raven kept her naive spirit alive. She rubbed Lew’s chest and murmured in his ear, “Now what’s your name Mr. Owner?”
Lew had met his match. The two women had reduced him to a mere shadow of himself. He sheepishly replied, “Lew.”
Raven kept going. Whatever she was doing was making Lew eat out of her hand. In a sultry tone she asked, “Mr. Lew, do you think that you can get Mrs. Lew to help me with this camera?”
Lew jumped at the opportunity to exert his authority. He shouted orders to Lois. “Mrs. Lew, go help her!” He knew that Lois, in her submissive state, would obey his word.
Lois, however, blew him off. She motioned her hands as if to not be bothered. She was getting a charge out of how the two coeds were manipulating her boyfriend.
The in-your-face denial to his clout enraged Lew. Lois’ action was out of character for her normally compliant role. “You heard me! Do as you’re told!” Lew hollered.
A brief second elapsed. Lois did not want to confront Lew. She knew how violent he could become. She acquiesced to his request, got off of the motorcycle, and walked over to Raven.
Raven was controlling the shots now. She and the blonde had Lew doing whatever they asked. She turned things up a notch. Raven brushed her hand against Lew’s chest and blew some breath on his neck. With as much persuasive ability as she could muster she said, “Mr. Lew, the celebrity that you are with is named Cancun. Go introduce yourself to Cancun.”
Of course, Cancun was on the other side of Lew and had been stroking his arm. She had been rubbing her breasts against him the entire time. Meekly, Lew grinned at Cancun and said, “Hi, Cancun. I’m Lew.” His stating the obvious was comical to J Dub and the boys. They rolled on the ground with laughter. The two coeds had compromised the controlling nature of Lew.
The fourth college kid could see the uneasiness on Lew. “You look a little uptight and uncomfortable around those two heartthrobs.” He grabbed a beer and offered it to Lew. “Here, this might loosen you up a little,” he stated.
Lew seized the opportunity to return to power. He was not about to let some college kid make a suggestion to him at this juncture. “I don’t drink,” he said defiantly.
The first college kid felt bad for his buddy. To deflect some of Lew’s momentum he confronted Lew. “You don’t want Cancun to feel uncomfortable, do you?”
Lew smiled at Cancun. He enjoyed all of the affection that she was lavishing on him. With an elfish grin he said, “Cancun deserves to be comfortable.” Lew saw this as an opportunity to possibly get her into his bedroom.
Cancun reacted in a manner that Lew was not counting on. She jumped with excitement. “Oh, yippee!” Cancun shouted. “I’m sooooo glad you said that Mr. Lew because it is such a hot day.”
Cancun proceeded to undo her top. She slipped out of her halter top and turned to reveal a marvelous set of store-bought boobs. The boys and J Dub couldn’t believe that a woman was undressing on the golf course. All of them howled with laughter.
Cancun returned her attention to Lew. She snuggled up next to him and let her breasts jiggle against his chest. He took the occasion to fondle her breasts and pinch her nipples. She played with his ear and nibbled on his neck.
As Raven looked into the camera she said, “Cancun that is going to make such a nice picture for Mr. Lew. Now everybody smile!”
She snapped the picture. Lew had a grin that wouldn’t go away. Cancun’s breasts were front and center in the snapshot. She continued to dote on Lew. As she rubbed her fingers through Lew’s hair she said, “Mr. Lew, you don’t mind if Raven gets comfortable too, do you?”
Lew was in a world of his own. The thought of two naked coeds rubbing against him practically drove him into a maniacal frenzy. That was a dream that any elderly man cherished. To have both of these women nude on the golf course was a dream come true. He could barely muster up enough strength to talk. He finally spoke in a tone so softly that it was barely audible. “It’s awfully hot out here.” He followed the comment with a devilish smirk.
Cancun was genuinely happy for her friend. Of course she played Lew for a stooge. In her excitement she jumped up and down and let Lew ogle at her bouncing breasts, once more. “Oh! Another yippee!” she exclaimed.
She continued to dote all over him. Her breasts made solid contact with his body. She whispered in his ear. “I’m so glad you said that,” as she played up to him the best that she could. Cancun kissed Lew on the cheek.
Raven handed the camera to Lois. She then proceeded to remove her top. Raven’s breasts were just as beautiful, if not more impressive, than Cancun’s. Lois’ mouth dropped open in awe as she eyed Raven.
“I can’t wait for Mrs. Lew to take my picture with Mr. Lew,” Raven exclaimed.
Lois couldn’t help herself. “That’s quite a matching set,” she said as she focused the camera. Both women snuggled up to Lew and pressed their breasts against him. Lois snapped the picture.
“These might make good Christmas cards,” Lois chided Lew.
Lew could do nothing but grin. J Dub and the boys continued their rants in the background.
As the girls put their tops back on, Lew stared at them with mouth agape. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that something like that would happen to him on the golf course. He wanted to keep the connection with the two girls. “Do you two girls need some work? I need cart girls this summer,” Lew volunteered.
“I already have a job,” Cancun stated matter-of-factly.
Lew’s interest was piqued. “Doing what?” he asked.
Raven stepped into the conversation. “We’re dancers,” she said.
“At the Treasure Chest,” Cancun continued.
Raven reached into her purse for some admission cards. She handed several of them to Lew. “Come by and see us, Mr. Lew.”
In a sick and demented fashion Lew replied,” Only if I can bring Mrs. Lew.” He had a perverted grin on his face.
“Take these free passes,” Raven stated. She and Cancun were ready to move along and play golf with their friends.
After being a spectator, Lois took advantage of the invitation. She was not about to let the two young women get away. “You can bet we’ll be over to see you.”
Chapter Forty-Six
The next day, Julie and J Dub were both in the office. On occasions like this Julie normally paid the bills. J Dub took the receipts from the prior day and counted the money. It was a good way for the two of them to catch up on the business without airing too much in front of the customers in the pro shop. Easy Earl generally filled in behind the counter a few days a week to give them a break from the cash register.
“Congratulations on the news that you got from Lew,” Julie said.
“Thanks. I’ve had the option to buy it for quite a while. We just didn’t know when he would get in the mood to sell,” J Dub stated.
“You know that I’ll do anything that I can to help you.”
“I appreciate that Julie. Curt wanted me to get the financial statements and tax returns. He said that he could help out with the financing stuff.”
Julie had been the bookkeeper for years. She knew the “ins” and the “outs” of all of the entries. “I’ll copy those things for you.”
“Good. Curt said that he’d like to have them as soon as possible.”
“No problem, but there will come a time when I’m going to have to sit down with both of you. There’s some stuff that you need to know, especially if you’re thinking of buying this place,” Julie hinted.
“What kind of stuff?” J Dub inquired. He stopped counting the money and looked squarely at her.
“I’d trust him about as much as a goat with two peckers,” Julie blurted.
J Dub couldn’t help but chuckle. “What did he do now?’ he asked.
“He’s been funneling money out of here faster than a hummingbird can flap its wings,” Julie responded.
“He’s doing what?” J Dub’s interest was piqued.
“You know how he is with money,” Julie continued. “He can’t stand to pay taxes.”
“The business has been doing okay, hasn’t it?” J Dub solicited for more information.
“Of course,” Julie said. “We’ve got plenty of cash flow.”
“Then how is he doing it?”
“You’ve called him on it a couple of times, but you didn’t know that you were hitting one of his hot buttons,” Julie confided.
“You mean for raiding the checkbook when we start getting a nice nest egg built up?” J Dub’s curiosity was on full tilt now.
“Yeah. If you ever noticed, that was when he came up with his little jobs out on the course,” Julie rambled. It was becoming obvious to J Dub that she was getting ready to expose something about the business that he hadn’t known occurred. “Most of that stuff that he does out there isn’t even needed,” she continued. “But that’s his way of getting to the money.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about this before?” J Dub began rubbing his neck in aggravation.
“I’m just the bookkeeper. I do what the owner of the company and the CPA tell me to do,” Julie quickly reminded him.
“I just thought . . . well, it doesn’t matter now. I’m sorry, Jules.”
“It’s ok.”
“So what does he do? How does he go about it?”
“After he gets done with the job, he’ll give me a bill to pay.” Julie was on a roll. “And the key thing about it is that we code that as an expense.”
“How can that be?” J Dub continued to play dumb with the hopes that she would reveal more secrets.
“I don’t know for sure, but I think that Walter made the original suggestion,” Julie continued.
“He has stated to me several times that he can’t stand to pay taxes.” J Dub added.
“And keeping the books this way certainly avoids that.”
J Dub pried further. “How are we getting around the taxes?”
“Basically, we have added a fictitious expense. That’s an offset against income. Whatever we make, he takes for his jobs and we categorize it as an expense to show that the business isn’t making any money,” Julie explained.
“Huh?”
“When you and Curt look at the books you’ll see that there isn’t any net income. The books are done that way so that he doesn’t have to pay any corporate income taxes,” Julie clarified. “He might as well be taking the cash right out of the register.”
“That was the main reason that he wanted me around. He wanted to make sure that whoever was working the register wasn’t stealing from him,” J Dub countered.
“And as it turns out, he’s the biggest thief,” Julie said.
“Is he paying taxes on what he takes?” J Dub wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on.
“I presume, but I don’t know,” Julie stated. “He’d really be taking a chance if he wasn’t. And, I honestly have a hard time assuming that he does pay taxes on it.”
“Get me copies of everything that I need,” J Dub stressed. He knew that he and Curt would need everything for their analysis.
“Give me a few days. I don’t want him to walk in on me,” Julie muttered.
J Dub was still in an inquisitive mood. “What can I do about all of this?”
Julie shrugged her shoulders. “It’s technically his business. He can do what he wants. I believe those three letters, s-o-l, pertains in this scenario.”
J Dub thought out loud. “Just when you think you really know someone . . .”
“ . . . They come back and screw you,” Julie added.
“Any other ideas?”
Julie could only add something in a way that was unique to her rural upbringing. “I don’t know, J Dub. If I were you, I’d be as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.”
J Dub forced a chuckle even though he was frustrated.
“But you do know that Coach’s friend is with the IRS,” she added.
J Dub jerked his head around to serve notice that he heard her.
Chapter Forty-Seven
The day had finally arrived for Maurice DiMonte to be released from prison. He had spent the better part of his term in a minimum security facility. However, make no bones about it. Prison is prison whether you are lobbying a volley or digging a ditch or chasing after a loose bar of soap.
During his stay he tried all that he could do to appeal his conviction. As a convicted felon a lot of his freedom was compromised. One of the things that Monty cherished the most was his law license. He wanted to get his conviction overturned so that he wouldn’t have to give up his certification to practice law.
The appeal process did not go to his satisfaction. Time and time again he was rebuffed. It was only a formality now for the state to jerk his license. With that, his livelihood was compromised. He would have to come up with another way to make a living. Those prospects did not excite him.
Monty could go back to his old acquaintances, but his friendships were far removed. The incarceration was very costly to him. The restitution to the government alone was enough to make a grown man weep. He had lost a lot of money. He had lost almost all of his business connections. He certainly learned that crime doesn’t pay.
The other obsession that he acted upon in prison was the payback to Eleanor Hackett. Her career had progressed rapidly. His, on the other hand, had plummeted. Monty could think of nothing more satisfying than bringing her down. Prison gave him time to think. He also had ample opportunity to research ways to get back at her. He was no idiot. Before he had gone to prison he ran with people that intimidated others. By nature, Monty was vindictive. In time he would pay her back. He only had to wait for the right opportunity.
Two of his most faithful supporters were Lew Zerrmann and Raymond Parsons. They were present on the day that he walked through the gates and out of prison.
Monty had lost a considerable amount of weight behind the prison walls. The food was not to his liking so his appetite decreased. The exercise time allowed him to further burn calories. In addition, he sported a short crew cut. His new look was quite a bit different than what Lew and Raymond had remembered. He actually had a refreshed, younger look when he walked out to greet them. After they shook hands, Monty said, “That fuckin’ bitch.” He was genuinely in a rotten mood. “I’ve had damn near ten years to think about how to get back at El Cerdo.”
“El Cerdo?” Lew was confused.
“It’s not Ellie or Eleanor with me. It’s El Cerdo,” he declared in an angry tone. “That’s Spanish for the pig.”
Lew smiled heartily. Raymond patted Monty on the back. His old friend had not changed too much. He still had that mean streak and feistiness in his personality. “What did you do in there?” Raymond inquired.
“Not a whole helluva lot except think up ways to get back at that bitch,” Monty stammered. It was obvious that he would hold a grudge for the rest of his life. “You know what the saying is, ‘You don’t get mad, you get even’.”
“El Cerdo. I like that Monty. Let’s go get El Cerdo,” Lew stated. He loved to have control over people. It appeared that Monty was sincere in his desire to go after her.
Monty had a determined sneer on his face. He was bitter and ornery.
“Do you have it all figured out?” Lew persisted.
“You bet I do. After I get out of the halfway house, we’ll take her down,” Monty stated defiantly.
“Good. Let’s show her what it’s like in a man’s world,” Raymond announced.
As they got into Lew’s car, Monty proclaimed, “You can bet your ass that she’s going to find out!”
Chapter Forty-Eight
A few days later J Dub walked into the office and found Julie at her desk. “Hey kiddo, how are you today?” J Dub offered as he walked in. Julie smiled and kept a nervous eye on the door. J Dub leaned back in a chair rubbing Bogey’s belly with his foot as he sprawled out on the floor.
Julie nodded her head toward the corner and smil
ed. “The documents are in those boxes.” Three boxes were stacked in the corner.
“How far back did you go?” asked J Dub.
“Ten years,” Julie replied. “That copier is as slow as a wet week in April.”
J Dub chuckled at her way of putting things. Rain had its way of slowing down play on the golf course.
“I would have had it done a few days earlier, but I had to keep looking over my shoulder to see if the little prick was going to pop in on me. Or should I say pop up on me?” she smirked.
“You did a good job,” a thankful J Dub responded.
Later that night, under the cover of darkness, J Dub loaded the boxes into the cab of his pickup truck. Any responsible buyer of property had the right to investigate the situation. J Dub didn’t want Lew to know that he was doing his homework. A deal was a deal and J Dub wanted to be prepared for any surprises that might be thrown his way. He had way too much time invested in this deal to be caught off guard.
He sped home to meet Marcia and Curt. Marcia had snacks prepared and the three of them conversed around the kitchen table. “Here’s all of the stuff that you need,” J Dub said to Curt. “See if you can make sense out of everything.”
“Give me a few days to look over the numbers. Has he told you how much he wants for the property?” Curt probed.
“He said that he wants five million,” answered J Dub.
“Okay. That gives me something to work with. I may try running the numbers backwards,” Curt replied.
Marcia couldn’t resist a comment. “If you want my two cents, then that price sounds ridiculous. We’ll be in debt for the rest of our lives.”
“It certainly doesn’t sound like he is doing you any favors,” Curt mentioned.
“Nor will he,” Marcia said. “He could care less that J Dub has run that business for the better part of his adult life.”
“See what you turn up and then I’ll tell you what Julie told me,” J Dub offered.
“What did she say?” Curt wondered.
“I don’t want to sway your opinion. You tell me what you find,” J Dub insisted.
