Satin Letter

Boy did my Mom tear into me. "You were so late. I didn't know if you were in an accident. I actually called the police to see if there was an accident involving your car. Were you drinking? You could have called me."

I only had only one excuse. "It was so late I didn't want to call and wake you. Did I drink? Yes I had a couple of shots of tequila at the bar." I say, and Mom sort of smiles.

"And how was it?" She asks.

"Strong, but not bad." I say, and Mom shakes her head. I know she was hoping I would say it was horrible.

"Next time, I don't care what time it is, call me if you are going to be so late." Mom says standing in front of me looking up at me.

I hug her. "Sorry, Mom. I will." I say as I imagine the real call. "Hey Mom, Cathy is on her knees blowing me. I am pretty sure I am going to get laid. I am going to be late." Yeah that would have gone over well.

Monday morning Cathy walks down our end of the office, and stops to talk to Artie. Naturally she lost everything in the fire including her phone book with his phone number and address. She wants to call Amanda and thank her for her gift.

"What gift?" Asks Artie, and even I can tell he is lying.

Cathy smiles at him. "Yeah ok. Just give me your number." She writes down his info and walks back to her desk. As she passes my desk she smiles at me and flicks a folded piece of paper onto my desk, and keeps walking. I glance around and unfold the piece of paper. "You never know. Maybe someday I will let you thank me." It says, with a lipstick kiss on the bottom. I feel my dick instantly get hard.

I study 24/7 right up until the Series 66 exam. There is a lot of stuff covered in the exam. I stress and stress and stress over it. The other exams came easy to me. It was stuff I was reading about while I was working. This stuff I have never looked at until I had to take this test. I am surprised when they grade my exam. I got a 95. I am almost walking on air as I walk back into the office. I go to walk into Mr Cohen's office to show him my score, and stop dead in my tracks.

"Ah Larry." Says Mr Cohen. "You've met my daughter, Deborah before." He says with a big smile.

"Haha. Real funny Dad. He scared the shit out of me." Deborah says.

Mr Cohen chuckles. "You scared him too when you screamed at him. He thought he was walking into an empty house."

Deborah turns and looks at me with a smirk on her face that her Dad can't see. "You were.. scared when you saw me?" She asks.

"No, not scared. More like surprised." I say, and Deborah lifts her eyebrows at me.

"Well you scared the crap out of me. I was alone, and thought maybe you were trying to rob the place or even rape me." She says.

"Jesus, Deborah. Really?" Mr Cohen asks.

"Dad, it happens. It's something women have to worry about." She says looking back at her Dad.

I don't know what comes over me. I am feeling confident after acing the exam. "How about you let me take you out to dinner and make it up to you." I say.

Mr Cohen looks at me with a straight face. "Are you asking my daughter out, in front of me, your boss?" He asks.

"Umm... I ummm." I start to say and I stutter.

"Daddy!" Says Deborah.

Mr Cohen smiles. "On one condition." He says as he grabs a post-it note and writes something down and folds it over.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Deborah asks.

"Oh please. You have asked me about him at least every other day." He says.

"Daddy!" She gasps.

"Beat this number, and I will allow you to ask my daughter out." Mr Cohen says.

I keep seeing flashes of Deborah naked on her bed. I am not thinking. "What number?" I ask.

"Your score." Mr Cohen says.

"Oh. That number." I pull out my grade that's printed on an index card.

Deborah grabs my card and Mr Cohen's post-it. "I will decide who I will, and will not go out on a date with." She says as she glances at both. She sticks the post-it to my card and shows me. Mr Cohen had written 90, and she tosses it on her Dad's desk. "But in case you were worried he beat your number. So I guess we have your blessing."

"To go out on a date. You have my blessing to go on a date!" He says emphasizing the word date.

Deborah takes one of Mr Cohen's business cards from the holder on his desk and writes a phone number down. She stands up, walks around to her Dad. She leans down, hugs him and kisses his cheek. "Thanks for the cash, Dad. I love you." She says and walk towards me. She hands me the card. "That's my phone in my room. Call me tonight." Deborah says. She then walks out of his office.

Mr Cohen looks at me pretending to be mad. "Don't you have a job to do?"

"Yes, Sir." I say, as I turn and head to my desk.

I call Deborah that night from home. I am sitting in the kitchen and Mom is watching TV in the living room. "Hi, Deborah says, sounding a little chipper." After some small talk she asks me, and I can hear the smile in her voice. "So you were scared when you saw me naked on my bed playing with myself?" She asks.

I glance up to be sure Mom isn't nearby. "No. I was not scared." I say.

"Tell me." She says softly. "What were you feeling?"

"I think you know." I say.

"Maybe I want to hear you say it?"

"I was turned on watching a beautiful girl do what you were doing." I say.

I can hear the smile in her voice. "What did you see me doing?"

"Playing with yourself." I say quietly.

"Nope. I think you owe me a little more detail, since I didn't tell my Dad what you saw." She says.

"You are mean." I say.

"I can be." Deborah says giggling.

Mom walks out into the kitchen. "Larry! I didn't know you were out here on the phone."

"Well I am, Mom. Could I maybe have a little privacy?" I ask. Mom smiles at me. She knows I am talking to a girl. She refills her water and walks out.

As she is walking out Deborah giggles. "You don't have a phone in your room? And Mom walked in on you?" She asks, enjoying my discomfort. "I think I have tortured you enough." She says now laughing.

"So you wanted to torture me?" I ask.

"I did. I figured I owed you that after you walked in on me while I was finger deep." She says, and she hears me moan softly. "Good. You are going to be thinking about this all night aren't you?"

"I hate you right now." I say, and Deborah laughs. We make arrangements for me to pick her up for dinner & a movie Friday night.

I pull up and park at her, well Mr Cohen's condo. I am sweating bullets. I am worrying about what Mr Cohen might say to me about taking his daughter out. He was in meetings most of the day today, so I barely saw him.

Deborah opens the door and has a big smile on her face. "Hi. Come on in." She says, stepping back. I walk in and look around. "Don't worry. He isn't here." She says with a smile. "He is out to dinner with the partners. He told me to remind you that you are taking your boss's baby girl out."

"I have not forgotten." I say seriously.

She grabs my hands and holds them in hers. "Relax. He isn't all that tough." She says.

"Sure, not with his baby girl." I say with a smile. "Come on." I say nodding my head to the door. "We have to get there a little early to get tickets." We see the new Robin Williams movie, Good Morning Vietnam. Then I take her to dinner. Over dinner we actually have a real deep conversation about losing a parent. We both agree it's the first time we have been able to talk to someone our own age, that has also lost a parent.

I walk Deborah upstairs. She opens the door and Mr Cohen is sitting in an arm chair facing the door, with one small light on. "Ten more minutes and I would have been calling the cops." He says in a deep voice.

"Daddy, Stop! I am in college. I don't have a curfew." Deborah says, and she flicks on the lights.

Mr Cohen is sitting there smiling at me. He finishes his drink and smiles at me. "I just wanted to see that face." He says pointing at me with his glass and putting it down. "Goodnight, Baby." He says, as he leans down and kisses Deb. "See you Monday, Larry." He says with a smile and walks back towards the bedrooms.

Deborah walks up to me, and holds my hands in hers. "I really enjoyed tonight. It was really nice to talk like we did." She says.

"It was." I say.

Deborah smiles at me. "Hey, my friends are getting together on New Year's Eve for a party downtown. Would you like to come?" She asks me and I smile at her. "I was thinking of getting a room." I smile even bigger. "Oh you like that idea don't you?"

"I do." I say.

She steps up to me, and presses herself against me. She kisses my chest through my shirt. "Do you remember how you found me when you walked in with my comforter?" She squeezes her arms around me and giggles. "Maybe you could see it again on New Year's Eve? Maybe I should kiss you goodnight and go into my room and... practice that specific pose you saw me in."

"Oohh." I sigh.

Deborah giggles. "Sweet dreams, Handsome." She says reaching up on her tippy toes to kiss my cheek, and she gently pushes me out with her hand on my chest.

"You are cruel." I say as I step back.

"Consider it payback for scaring the shit out of me when we met. Call me in the morning, but not too early." Deborah says, smiling at me as she closes the door.

"Fuck!" I sigh.

Mom is not thrilled when I tell her about the party and getting a room. "Mom, we will be drinking. You don't want me driving when I have been drinking." I say trying to convince her.

"It's what you will be up to after drinking that concerns me." Mom says.

"Jesus, Mom! Stop!" I gasp.

"I know. I know. You are a young man." Mom says.

"Mom, please just stop." I plead.

I go out the next day with George, and when I come back there is a large box of condoms on my bed. Jesus Christ, Mom.

I walk out into the kitchen and Mom looks at me. "I just want to make sure you use protection."

"MOM!" I gasp. "I am begging you. Please Stop!"

"Protection is not just to keep me from becoming a grandmother."

"Shoot me now!" I sigh.

Mom comes up to me and hugs me. "It's hard to forget you aren't my baby boy anymore."