Volume 5: Growing Up Chapter 317 Let’s Scrap the Clubs
Jason's son, whom he had never met, arrived very quickly, arriving in Greenville the next day, thanks to convenient air travel between the United States and Canada.
Before the child arrived, Tommy had been advising Jason not to admit anything to the newcomer. Who knows if someone made up the story just to divide Jason's property.
But when that large family of Canadians showed up in Greenville as if they were on vacation, after seeing each other for the first time, Tommy felt that it didn't matter whether Jason admitted it or not, because his son looked almost exactly like him, so similar that there was no need for a paternity test.
"Hello, sir." The other man, with his wife and daughter, stood in the sun and greeted Jason.
Jason walked over in disbelief, looked at the other person, then looked at the little girl next to him: "Hello, kids."
"I guess you don't have time to attend my party. Your story once again reminds us how important it is to take safety measures, whether you are working as a gigolo or as a call girl." Tommy patted Jason on the shoulder, put on sunglasses, and walked towards his car.
"I'll be there, but let me digest this surprise first." Jason said to Tommy from behind, "See you at the party."
This time, Tommy took Interstate 81 north, passing through Tennessee and Virginia all the way to Washington, DC. Charles Salmon was accompanying the president on his overseas visit as his adviser, leaving only Ted to take time out of his busy schedule to have a working lunch with Tommy. During the meal, Tommy talked to him about Jason's experience, and Ted thought that Jason's story could be made into a comedy and then broadcast on the TV network he runs.
Today, Ted should be the busier person in America than the president. Tommy's previous TV network, newspapers, etc. are all managed by him. The media network matrix that Ted now controls attracts politicians like honey. Every day when he opens his eyes, there are various invitations or meetings waiting for him.
When they arrived in Philadelphia, Pam gave Tommy a comprehensive inspection of his car for free. Now he, Carly and the children live in Philadelphia. After retiring from the Navy's engineering department, he opened a chain of used car dealerships. Every night at dinner, he asks the children to be grateful for the U.S. Navy Philadelphia Fleet for bringing the Marvel family a good life.
This is the truth. When Pam was 29 years old, she was transferred to Philadelphia as a naval engineer to maintain a large number of World War II warships sealed here. America had hoped that if the Third World War broke out, these old antiques of the Philadelphia Fleet could return to the battlefield, but Pam felt that the Third World War would not break out while she was alive. Even the Soviet Union had fallen, so who else was worthy of the United States using these old antiques? To put it another way, if these old things were really sent to the battlefield, it would be time for the United States to perish.
So he felt at ease dismantling the parts of the ship and selling them to save up capital for his retirement and starting his own business. This is why he asked his children to thank the Navy for giving them a good life before dinner every day. After all, Pam could own a chain of used car dealerships with more than 70 branches, thanks to the Navy for giving him the initial start-up capital.
However, Pam was not too greedy. After working for the Navy for more than 30 years, he only dismantled 14 battleships into empty shells. Compared with the size of the Philadelphia Fleet with hundreds of battleships, it was not worth mentioning at all.
Of course , his actions were never investigated in the end, because those ships were eventually towed to designated waters as target ships and used by the Navy to test various new missiles or torpedoes. It was the Navy that helped Pam destroy the evidence of stealing military property.
Seeing Pam eager to get on the passenger seat, Tommy asked curiously, "You can rush over to meet up with me later that day. There's no need for you to go with me now."
"Carly is having a tantrum. I'm going to go back to Warwick for half a month before coming back."
"What did you do to her that required you to escape for half a month?" Tommy asked curiously.
Generally speaking, among his peers, Pam and Carly are the couple with the most stable relationship. He met Carly in high school, and the two got married after Carly graduated from college and had children. Carly became a real estate agent, and Pam has been working as a non-active engineer in the Navy. Every time he sees the two of them, they look very loving.
"It's nothing. She made an appointment for me to have a physical examination with the family doctor without my knowledge. And then... when the doctor came, I was sitting in the living room doing handicrafts while watching a movie on TV. That damn doctor threatened to sue me for sexual harassment. Please, she was the one who suddenly broke into my house. Carly was furious with me because of this." Pam said, pushing up her glasses on the bridge of her nose.
Tommy said bluntly: "You would rather do your own handwork in front of the movie than touch Carly. This is the main reason why she got angry, right?"
"I look at Carly's body like my own body. Who would be interested in their own body? I would rather fuck a car exhaust pipe and maybe feel some pleasure and warmth." Pam argued.
"After sleeping in the same bed with a woman for forty years, it is impossible to still have passion. To be honest, there was a time when I saw a guy in the community who dressed as a woman, wearing stockings and a short skirt and claimed that his psychological gender was female, and I was more excited than seeing Carly."
Tommy sternly advised: "Take my advice, Pam, don't touch those LGBTQ groups, it’s very difficult to deal with, I’ve had trouble with this.”
"You fucked a transvestite man who called himself a woman?" Pam suddenly became interested.
"Of course not. If that happened, I would rather my golf clubs rot! I just haven't tried lesbians before. And there's a woman named Quinn at Stanford University. She's actually a lesbian. She always deliberately seduces me and teases me. Then when she flirts with me again, I really... you know, that woman is not easy to mess with. I fucked her once, and she fucked those women of mine many times to compensate herself, so don't mess with white-haired lesbians." Tommy said to Pam:
"She was terrified that time. She probably didn't expect me to be so shameless. She knew she was acting, but she took it seriously. I regretted it afterwards because she even vomited. It was only then that I realized that people like her really can't accept close contact between the opposite sex. In order to make her shut up instead of suing me, I donated a large sum of money to her laboratory, enough for her to fuck every woman in America."
"Wow, you raped the Dean of Stanford University?" Pam smiled and searched for Quinn and Stanford on her phone, then found her photo. "Except for Tony to send someone to assassinate her, I can't think of any reason why you shouldn't be sent to jail."
Noticing Tommy's gaze, Pam shrugged. "I guess Tony should be able to send out elite agents to deal with anyone like those big guys in the movies, right?"
"Of course not. I enjoy Quinn's SM once a month. It's very effective in relieving stress, except that I can't have sex with her. But sometimes she sees that I'm too uncomfortable and will allow me to have sex with her girlfriend." Tommy took out a cigarette, handed one to Pam, and said with a smile.
Pam put her hand on the car door and hesitated, "I think... I think maybe apologizing to Carly and going home is the right choice. The difference in social status makes it difficult for me to understand the daily life of a jerk like you."
Just like that, Tommy rushed to New York with Pam, who would rather fuck LGBTQ people or even a car exhaust pipe than touch his wife. Jim Manz lived in New York after retirement. He was in his seventies. When the two met him, Jim, who was full of fat, was lying like a doll in the massage room of his luxurious villa, allowing an eighty-year-old woman to do an essential oil SPA for him meticulously.
Tommy recognized the old woman as Jim's old lover Julia.
After Julia finished the massage, kissed Jim's forehead and left, the two walked in. "You are really loyal, Jim. You have let Julia apply essential oils on you for forty years and you are not tired of it. You can't let someone else do this kind of work. Massage is very hard work."
"She came here on her own. It's none of my business!" Jim got up angrily and sat on the sofa naked:
"She has Alzheimer's disease, you see? She also lived in this community and was my neighbor. But every day she thought I had made an appointment with her to come to my house for a massage, and then she always came to my house and forced me to lie on the massage bed. In fact, I haven't made an appointment with her for a long time. Her children felt very sorry before, but then something happened that made our two children feel that this matter was not simple, but it was all just a misunderstanding. What can I do to an old woman in her eighties?"
"So, what did you do?"
"Once I asked a young masseuse to accompany me in bed to relieve stress, and my children and Julia's children happened to see it. Then they thought that Julia would definitely be pressed on the bed by me when she came to give me massages every day. They asked me to marry Julia, but I objected. Then... Julia's children got angry and called the police, saying that I harassed their mother, and moved to another district. This shackle was specially prepared for me by Julia's children and my children to prevent me from going to that district to harass Julia." Jim said, lifting his ankle to show the two of them.
Tommy and Pam then noticed that Jim was wearing a small electronic signal device on his ankle.
"But they can't stop Julia, an eighty-year-old woman, from driving across town to give you a massage when she has an attack?" Tommy asked.
"Yes, that's why my children want Julia to be their stepmother. They think Julia truly loves me, and Julia is also very rich, very elegant and kind, a perfect match for me. Even though she has Alzheimer's, she hasn't forgotten me. It's so touching." Jim picked up a cigar and put it in his mouth. He bit off the cap roughly and spit it out.
"But who wants to marry an old woman? Although I am almost eighty years old, I am still loyal. I only like young girls. This has never changed since I became an adult at the age of eighteen until now when I am eighty years old."
"Me too," Pam echoed from the side.
Tommy looked at Jim and said, "I'm going to remarry Otilia and have a pre-wedding party."
"I can't go. If I leave this crappy villa without informing my children, my shackles will send a signal to my children, telling them that an old pervert like me is planning to sneak out and do something bad. Maybe I'll even find some half-siblings for them to divide their property." Jim lit up a cigar, took a puff, and said with regret on his face.
"Why not just take this thing off?" Pam came over and examined the electronic anklet. "It's a crappy information positioning product produced by Tommy's company. The Navy used similar devices to restrict some soldiers who were punished. It's easy to get rid of it."
Jim suddenly became excited and lifted his foot to show it to Pam: "Pam, if you can crack it, I have decided to buy all the used cars in your New York branch as the unlocking fee. This damn thing has been bothering me for a long time."
While Pam was observing the shackles, Tommy asked Jim curiously, "I have a question, why are you willing to wear this thing? Even if you forcibly remove it, your children will not do anything to you."
"Because wearing it, my children will agree to my request to call a high-class girl to come to my house for door-to-door service once a week, and it can help me find girls who are willing to provide door-to-door service." Jim said with a depressed look:
"Tommy, you don't know that many high-end clubs in New York no longer accept people my age. They are afraid that I will get too excited and die there. So, although the shackles are a bit humiliating, they allow me to enjoy a happy vacation on the weekend like a child."
"If you anger your children, and you're left with Julia as the only woman left, that's really painful."
Jim Manz said seriously: "I will never touch Julia. This is my bottom line. My dignity can accept humiliation, but not the golf club, even if it is about to be scrapped."
Pam easily removed Jim's electronic anklet without raising the alarm, and held it up to show the two men: "Done, much easier than removing the propeller from the Cleveland cruiser."
"Let's go scrap the clubs!" Jim took a deep puff of his cigar and laughed happily.
