I headed over to the studio. Again, I knocked and once again no answer. I opened the door quietly to see Allison on the front end of the camera with Belinda holding the camera. Once again, it was a masturbation scene. I just stood there watching until Allison noticed me and stopped.
“David, you have the worst timing, I was almost there,” she says to me.
“I’m sorry ladies, but dinner is served and your presence or lack of it is noticeable. It’s Taco Sunday and the chefs would like you to participate in their little contest about who’s seasoning is better,” I tell them smiling. This makes Allison get up and Belinda put the camera down on the sofa. They both walk with me back to the main house.
Once we are back inside, I see the porn twins with the CG boys all sitting together. They don’t think that I see it, but each couple is holding the hand of their partner. I just smile as I walk by them.
Allison and Belinda each go get themselves a plate taking care to try both types of meat. They fix themselves a taco each. I see Jill and Dakota already on their third taco and yet, John hasn’t even had one taco yet.
Once all the ladies have food in front of them John bounds up like someone set his ass on fire. He heads over to the taco bar and takes not 4, not 6, but 8 hard shells and begins filling them with meat and fixings. Jennifer, John’s Mom, makes light of John’s endless appetite. Everyone giggles.
The eating and socializing go on for a couple of hours. The CG boys regale us with tales of some of their amazing adventures working on the USCG Reliant. That leads Bobby and Sammy to add to the evening telling us about being aboard the ‘Big Stick’. All in all, it was a delightful time. A time that we all needed to let the stress of the recent events just go by.
As the dinner began to wind down, I asked Dr. Ronda to stay the night, but she said she had to get back home as she has a few patients in the hospital that she needs to visit before heading to the office in the morning. Before she leaves, she does make mention that moving in here would save her about a half an hour of drive time as it is so much closer to the hospital that she works out of.
“Just one of the things in the life of a doctor,” she tells me. I kiss her and walk her out to her car. I poke the buttons to open the garage door and the front gate. I watch her drive off thinking how the baby will be so beautiful, all because of her.
I close the gate then the garage door. Before I head back inside, I’m cornered in the garage with Jill.
“Are you really OK with Dr. Ronda wanting to have a baby by you?” She asks in a serious tone.
“Of course, I am. We discussed it before she ever came to ask you. She was all nervous that you would make her beg or embarrass her somehow,” I tell Jill.
“Why would I do that? She’s a Marine and she’s our friend,” Jill says to me.
“I believe that she was just overthinking the whole scenario,” I tell Jill.
“Seriously, you don’t feel uneasy that Dakota and I are already pregnant with your child and now Dr. Ronda wants one as well?”
“Actually, I feel quite honored. You and I had discussed this in bed a couple of times. Until she told me, I never knew that one of Dakota’s secrets was to have a baby and it really shocked me that she chose me as the Father. Now, Dakota says that I look at Ronda differently than any other of the playgroup,” I say to Jill.
“Well, you do. It’s almost as if you are trying to ‘make love’ to her each time you two get together. If I wasn’t your wife, I would probably be jealous,” Jill says to me.
“Really? Jealous? I would never have guessed,” I say to Jill.
“You realize that I’m still a woman, not just your wife and a Marine,” she replies.
“I feel so lucky that you married me,” I say to her.
Jill steps forward, puts her arms around me and kisses me. We hold the kiss for several minutes before we break and head back inside.
When we get back inside, we hear all the raucous laughter from the group. Apparently, someone challenged John that he couldn’t eat another 12 tacos, fully loaded. He was currently eating number 7 and didn’t look like he was slowing down a bit.
“Can I get in on this? I put my money on John,” I say to the table.
John finished number 7 and begins at number 8. In my head, I was sure that this was Dakota’s doing, but a few minutes later I find out that it is Jennifer who put this all together. Imagine that, his own Mother betting against her son. If anyone had insider information about John’s eating habits, it would be Jennifer.
John finished number 8, then 9, then 10. At number 11, John showed a major slow down. He struggled through the taco. He just stared at taco number 12. Unbeknownst to him, Jennifer had rigged it. She put a couple of pickled jalapenos underneath all the fixings. She let the juice from the jalapeno drip all over the meat before adding the fixings.
John picked up the taco and took a huge bite, deciding that if he took two or three big bites, it would be done with quickly.
However, with the mystery item in the taco, John swallowed the bite and yelled, “Holy Fuck!”. He knew instantly who set him up. He went over to the fridge and poured himself a big glass of milk, sat back down and took another huge bite. He chewed and swallowed before taking a big swallow of milk. On the final bite, he dangled the bite over his mouth before shoving it in. The girls all laughed as Jennifer had to hand over the money collected to John.
John counted the money and gave me half of the winnings. I just told him to keep it. I knew in my heart that he would have a solution to the secret ingredient that his Mother has put in the taco.
Bobby and Sammy both laughed out loud asking John if he wanted any more tacos. This drew laughter from everyone. All in all, John had made over $100 from that little bet. His Mother said it was the best money spent on John in a long while.
Mom and Fred finally made it out to the dinner table. Mom went over to the little pan that the chefs had waiting for her with little to no spice. She took a spoonful and kissed each one on the cheek telling them the meat was perfect. Fred let her make a plate before he made one for himself. He took 4 hard taco shells filling two each with each meat. He really didn’t take much of the fixings. He took some lettuce, some diced tomatoes, and some shredded Cheddar cheese.
While he was eating, I asked the table to vote for the meats. Pan one, the yellow pan. Pan two the blue pan. As I went around the table it seemed to go back and forth yellow, blue, yellow, blue, blue, yellow and on and on.
After everyone had cast their vote, it was blue ahead by one vote, but Fred had not voted. He chose yellow. That tied it all up and the two chefs shook hands and decided to do the same thing the next taco night.
As the night went on, people began heading to bed since tomorrow was a workday. Jill and I were one of the last ones to leave the table with Dakota following us to our bed. I stripped down, Jill did the same, as did Dakota. We all snuggled up together and drifted off to sleep.