A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 09

Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes.

Enjoy!

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Pam went to the library to continue reading the book on dreams. I gave her $200 in cash to pay for lunch and for whatever else she needed; then dressed and headed down the mountain to meet with Ron, my general manager. I made a mental note to call my bank today and have Pam added to my credit card account.

When I walked into our company office and greeted Cheryl, my assistant, she expressed surprise. "Tom, you look great. Has something good happened?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You look different. Happier than normal."

"You mean for normal when I return from the cabin?"

"Yeah, I suppose."

"You're right. I had a great week and was able to begin focusing on the future for the first time in a long time."

"I'm so happy. It's been a really rough time for you."

"And I'm afraid I made it rough on you, Ron and a lot of our team. I really apologize to you for that. You're the best staff assistant it's possible to have and I just haven't treated you that way in a long time. Can you forgive me?"

Tears came to her eyes and she reached out her hand to me.

"Of course. We all love you Tom and we know your world almost ended when Lydia died. You're a wonderful man but you just haven't been yourself. We understand that."

"Are you available for lunch tomorrow? I'd like to take you and Ron out."

"Sure, I was going to meet my daughter but we can do that some other time."

"Can you call Mandi and see if we can get a table at the Rudder for around noon?"

"Sure."

I walked to Ron's office and waited while he yelled at one of our suppliers. Evidently, this guy had delivered some substandard steaks that our chef refused to serve. He promised to give us credit and deliver a new shipment immediately. I wished all such calls ended that well.

"Hey boss! How's it going?"

"Ron, it's good to be back. How have things gone this week?"

"Actually pretty good. The Bistro is up 5% over the same week last year; the Place is up nearly 9% and the Rudder is up 3%. We launched the new radio ad spot on Monday and did see a pickup in reservations this past weekend. I got your message about adding rabbit to our menu at Bistro and Tim loved the idea. He's searching for a supplier now and is planning to work up some dishes for you to try. Did you see that in a restaurant at the lake?"

"No, I went up to Greenville for a couple of days and had it for dinner in a restaurant there. It was delicious. I don't know of anyone else around here serving it, do you?"

"No I don't. You know your dad had an idea one time to serve various game dishes in the fall and winter. It didn't go over so well but times have changed. I think people are more adventurous now. Tim said that he would also like to try elk and venison dishes."

"Wait, that gives me an idea. Why don't we have a contest between the cooking staffs to come up with the best dish from non-traditional meat?"

"That sounds like fun. What rules do you want?"

"Let all the chefs know that they can order sample sizes of any meat they want and have three-person teams compete to see what they can do. It must be an original dish and contain at least two sides. Each team can do two entries. The winning team members will be given two extra days of paid vacation and all the bragging rights they want."

"That's a great idea; also very generous. So your idea would be to put some of these dishes on the menu?"

"Why not. Let's shake things up a bit and have some fun."

"Who would be the judge?"

"My dad plus one other person to be named later."

"Uh, OK. That works for me. Can we announce it during the staff call tomorrow morning?"

"Sure."

"Tom, something's going on with you. I haven't seen you this happy in five years. What gives?"

"I'm finally looking forward and not back. This has been a watershed week for me, Ron, and I've finally been able to come to terms with Lydia's death. I can't give you all the details right now but I will soon."

"Does it involve a woman?"

I grinned and said, "Maybe."

"OK, I'll wait till your ready but I'm very happy for you. It's great to have you back."

"Thanks. Now let's talk about my plan to meet with the employees." I handed him a printout of the schedule he had e-mailed me. "I've marked the individuals I'd like to meet with and a suggested time for each one. It's going to take me a couple of weeks to get to everyone but I think it's well worth me doing."

"What do you want me to tell them? This is going to scare them to death if we don't tell them the reason ahead of time."

"Let's tell them that I've been very impressed with their work and I want to personally thank them."

"I think that'll work."

Ron looked quickly over the schedule and agreed it looked doable.

"Tom, you mentioned meeting several of our former employees and taking them to lunch. You want to do that, say, in about three weeks?"

"Yes, or whenever they can be scheduled. I know these folks are more problematic so if they say 'no' then we won't push it. But if that happens, I do want their home addresses so I can send them a personal note."

"I like that. Let me get Cheryl working on it."

We talked about some remodeling that needs to be done and a few minor things before I left for a quiet lunch at Wendy's. I was in the mood for their chili that is really good and low in calories.

As I drove to the airport, I thought about dinner that evening. I had recently heard about a new place, The Boathouse Rotisserie and Raw Bar. The early reviews were very positive. All of us liked seafood so I decided to call there for a reservation.

The plane was on time and I met up with mom and dad in baggage claim. We hugged, of course, and I kissed mom.

She said, "Your dad and I are thrilled that there's a young lady in your life again. How did you meet?"

"Pam and I want to tell that whole story tonight as it takes a while. But let me just give a brief outline. We met two weeks ago over at the cabin. Just wait till you meet her. She's everything I could wish for."

Dad asked, "Did you meet at Susan's Place or a store?"

"No, she was in the cabin when I arrived." I saw a confused look on their faces.

Dad asked, "Did you know she was there?"

"Only after I turned the lights on. She had found a key I left for Jeremy under a flower pot and had been staying there about a week."

Mom exclaimed, "Oh my. So she just made herself at home?"

"Well, there were a lot of good reasons for it and we'll talk about those tonight."

Dad came back, "This ought to be an interesting evening."

Mom asked, "Is she staying at your house?"

"Yes, for now anyway. She's kind of limited on money."

She asked, "You said she's having lunch with Donna?"

"Yeah, that's another part of the story we want to tell you."

Dad replied, "Sarah, we better take a nap; this is going to be a long evening."

We loaded their four large bags in the car and headed to their house on Lookout Mountain. They lived in a 90-year-old restored antebellum-style house that has won many decorator and garden awards over the years.

After carrying the luggage upstairs, we sat and visited a few minutes and talked about their two months in Europe. I told them about the Boathouse and our reservation at 7:00pm. Dad had also heard about it but had not yet dined there.

I then headed back to the office to continue efforts to catch up from the vacation. I called the bank and asked them to add Pam to my credit card account. The bank officer asked me to stop by and sign a form at my first opportunity. While I was on the phone with him, I asked to speak to Jason.

In just a few seconds, he came on, "This is Jason, how can I help you?"

"Hey buddy, this is Tom Sumter."

"Hey man! How are you doing? It's been too long since we talked."

"I know. Business is improving and I've been really busy. Hey, I have a friend who's looking for a job. I think she would be wonderful working as a teller. Do you know of any openings?"

"I am amazed at the timing of your call. Just this morning, one of my most experienced tellers told me her husband was being transferred to Atlanta next month. So I'm going to have an opening and there will be time to fully train a new person before the turnover. What's you friend's name?"

"Jason, this is going to sound funny. She made me promise not to help her get a job. She wants to do it herself and not have anyone pulling strings to make it happen. I will tell her you have an opening and will send her down. But please evaluate her just like any other applicant and feel free not to hire her if you don't think she can do the job. OK?"

"Tom, believe it or not, I understand what she's saying. I like that attitude and I promise I will not show any favoritism."

"Great, that is very important to her. Her name is Pamela."

"Good, I'll look for her."

I walked back to Ron's office and sat down.

He had already bounced my contest idea off Tim, the chef at Bistro, and he was excited about the opportunity to kick Mike and Bill's butts. They were the chefs at the other two restaurants.

"Tim was satisfied with your Dad as a judge but he's concerned about your person to be named later."

"Yeah, I want to have a mystery judge so no one can politic with them prior to the tasting."

"Actually, that's a good idea. These guys will do anything to win. And, of course, no one can sweet talk your dad."

We talked a few more minutes about some other menu changes I was mulling over and then returned to my office. I answered many e-mails and reviewed the various on-line comments about our restaurants to see what people were thinking. Most of the comments were very positive.

I left for home a little after 5:00. I saw that Pam was home since Angel and the Jeep were there. She was in the kitchen, looking through cookbooks, when I entered.

"Hey sweetheart, how was the office?"

"Great. I had a good meeting with Ron and things are rolling along."

"Did your mom and dad get in on time?"

"Yep, they were in baggage claim when I arrived. They can't wait to meet you. We're going to a new seafood restaurant at 7:00."

"Do we need to pick them up?"

"No, they're meeting us there. How was your lunch with Donna?"

She smiled, "We had a marvelous time. I really, really like her. We talked about everything. In fact, she's as easy to talk to as you are. I think she's going to be like a second mom to me. We went to the Bistro and the food was fantastic."

"How was the service?"

"We had a lady named Vivian and this really nice young man but he seemed nervous. He actually dropped the basket of rolls when he first walked over."

"You have that effect on a lot of guys."

"You weren't nervous when we first met."

"You're right. I was scared shitless with all that screaming."

"Awwww, poor baby. Have I made it up to you yet?"

"I think another 50 or 60 years might do it."

She stood up and tucked herself in my arms. We kissed a couple of times and then she unzipped my trousers and went fishing for junior. Her hands were cold and she knew it, of course.

"Pam, junior is shivering. Couldn't you at least warm up your hands a little bit?"

"You're just a big wuss." She pulled it out and stroked it a few times before dropping to her knees. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft and she kissed the head and tongued the slit that was starting to ooze. Those wide open, captivating eyes focused continuously on mine as she peeked out from those blonde locks.

"You don't seem to have a problem with gaging. Is that something that comes from practice or do you have to be born with that capability?"

She frowned and continued stroking with her hands. "Both, I think. I've had a lot of practice, as you know, but I never did have a strong gag reflex. I can deep throat most reasonable size cocks. Yours is at the upper limit for me."

She resumed with licking and gently sucking on the top three or four inches as she stroked the bottom of the shaft. "I really like your cock. It's very smooth and neat. You should let me shave you sometime. I think that would increase your sensitivity."

"You also need to be shaved again. The stubble was getting a bit rough when I was attending to your needs yesterday. Why don't we have a mutual shaving event before bed tonight."

"Oooohh, I like that idea. Tom, this marble floor is killing my knees. How about we adjourn to the bedroom?"

Once near the bed, it seemed to suddenly be a flurry of lust as we yanked off our clothing and quickly pounced on each other's genitals. Pam moved on top and into the reverse cowgirl position with her hands on my shins and her pussy pounding my cock like a hammer does a nail. Her feet were beside my chest and I caressed the calves of her legs while she bounced. I moved my hands to her hips and was captivated by the quaking of her butt cheeks as she slammed me. We did not last long. She slowed and then squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles on each slow stroke. Her moaning was very intense and I could feel my cock head bottoming out on her cervix at the peak of each stroke. Her vagina was very wet and my cock glistened with her lubrication when it emerged. I effortlessly stroked in and out in rhythm with her vaginal contractions.

Pam's orgasm was not loud or all consuming this time. I erupted just ahead of her and she shuddered and gasped for air as my ejaculation shot hot semen deep within her tunnel. She finally collapsed with her butt in the air and her chest on my legs. I watched as her body twitched and gradually relaxed. Her feet were still on each side of my chest and I leaned over and kissed them.

We lay there for a few moments with her ass in the air. Pam's breathing returned to normal and she began massaging my feet and playing with my toes and I did the same to hers. That eventually turned into a tickling contest and she squealed and jerked as I lightly ran my fingernails over the soles of her feet. She tried to do the same to me but my feet are not sensitive to that. She gave up, turned and straddled my stomach while pinning my shoulders to the bed. Semen was smeared all over me.

Pam kissed me and then asked, "What should I wear tonight?"

I laughed, "I thought you were going to ask some profound question about sex."

"I'll let you ask me those questions. Seriously, what should I wear? I really want to look nice for your parents."

"Sweetheart, this is not a dressy restaurant. I'm going to wear khaki trousers and a nice long sleeve navy shirt. You're going to look great no matter what you wear."

"Well, you're sweet but I'm a little nervous about meeting your mom and dad."

"Go get a few things and let's pick something together."

Pam slid off me, grabbed some tissues to catch the drips and slipped her panties back on. She walked to her closet and brought several outfits for me to critique. After some debate, she decided on a medium gray pants suit with a burgundy blouse and black three-inch spike heels. She also decided to add a nice colorful silk scarf that was one of Lydia's favorites.

Once dressed with glamour makeup, Pam looked amazing. She could have been a cover girl for any magazine.

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We decided to drive Angel since the restaurant had valet parking. Valets always put cars like her near the front door so they can keep an eye on them; and it helps advertise the fact that well-to-do people eat there.

Mom and Dad walked in just a few minutes later.

I greeted them as they entered, "Oh there you are."

Mom replied, "Hey Tom, and this young lady must be Pamela." Dad was all smiles.

"Hi Mrs. Sumter. Hi Mr. Sumter."

Dad replied, "Please call us Jim and Sarah."

She hugged both mom and dad. I remember thinking we would never get that smile off dad's face.

"And please call me Pam."

Dad surprised me when he said, "I think I want to call you Pamela. You are just too elegant for a Pam." Aaaaa that dirty old man was starting to emerge.

Pam's face lit up in a flash. "Tom, why don't you have the charm of your dad?" She hugged dad one more time, kissed him on the cheek and whispered something in his ear that I couldn't understand. But dad roared with laughter. It became their little secret. The only clue was from that moment on, she called him James and he called her Pamela.

Mom looked at me and whispered, "I think he likes her."

We were seated immediately. Like in all restaurants, the other patrons stared at Pam as she graced the room.

While we studied the menus, a man walked to our table and introduced himself to dad. "Mr. Sumter, my name is Ray Walker. I own this restaurant and I'm honored to have you here tonight."

"Well, thank you Ray." Dad and I stood. "This is my wife Sarah, my son Tom and his friend Pamela." The two ladies nodded and smiled while dad and I shook his hand.

I commented, "We've been hearing good things about this restaurant so wanted to experience it in person."

Ray replied, "Thank you very much. I've been to your restaurants and they set the

standard for all of us. Unfortunately, I've never had a chance to meet you before now."

Dad asked, "How did you know it was us?"

"One of our servers used to work for you and she told me. I quickly checked the reservations book to make sure."

"Oh, who's the server?"

"Morgan Thompson."

I replied, "Fantastic. She was a very hard worker for us. I hated to lose her." Dad didn't know her since he had retired by the time she was hired.

Ray thanked us again and said he would send her over to say "hi."

After we placed our orders, Morgan slipped in behind me and tapped my shoulder. "Morgan! Great to see you again." I stood and we embraced as friends.

I introduced her to everyone.

"Tom, it's good to see you again. You look very happy."

"I am. How long have you been here?"

"Since it opened, about three months ago."

"How's your little one doing?"

"Very good; he's in kindergarten now. I have remarried, by the way."

"That's wonderful, Morgan. I'm very happy for you."

I continued, "My staff assistant is going to be contacting you soon. I want to take you to lunch and talk through a couple of things that I feel guilty about. I owe you some apologies and I really want to talk it through with you. OK?"

"I'd love to have lunch with you, Tom, but it's not necessary. I know what you were going through was tough and none of us took it personally."

"But that doesn't excuse it. So would you have lunch with me?"

There was a pause but then she said, "Sure. I'll be glad to."

"Good. My assistant's name is Cheryl and she'll give you a call."

"Great, you guys enjoy dinner. It's very nice to meet y'all."

Pam looked at me and smiled. I then turned to dad and mom and explained my plan to meet personally with all our employees to apologize for being out of sorts with them these past couple of years. Dad said he was proud of me for doing that.

As we dined on very nice scallops, shrimp and oysters, the subject turned to Pam and me and our relationship.

Mom looked at Pam and asked, "Can you tell me how you two met?"

Pam started, "Tom broke in on me late one night and I liked him so much I decided to keep him."

I think I was smiling and frowning at the same time. "Pam, maybe I need to tell my version of the story. I arrived very late at the cabin one night a couple of weeks ago. I knew someone was there for several reasons. When I opened the bedroom door, she screamed like a banshee and scared me to death."

I went on, with Pam's help, telling the whole story complete with our dreams and the revelation of Lydia's conversations with her mom and Susan. Mom and dad sat there and appeared to be totally shocked at what had happened. A lot of questions were asked and answered.