Marilyn immediately moved around and took a look at the baby. “He’s gorgeous!”
I looked at the baby, who was bald and red faced and wrinkly, sort of like Winston Churchill on a bad day. I smiled. “You’re right, he is good looking.” I looked over at my friend. “Who’s the father? This baby is way too good looking to be any son of yours!”
Both Tessa and Marilyn yelled at me, but Tusker just laughed. “Fuck you, Buckman!”
“Such language in front of your son!”
Another nurse came in and announced she had to examine Tessa. Tessa reached over and took Marilyn’s hand, and then pointed towards the door for Tusker and me. We boogied out the door and the nurse closed it behind us. We wandered down the hallway towards the nursery. “How you doing, man?” I asked.
He gave me a loopy sort of grin. “I don’t know. It’s like it wasn’t real before. Or isn’t real now. Or something. You understand that?”
I laughed at him. “No.”
“I mean, I thought I was ready, but now, I mean, I don’t know… What if I make a mistake or something? This is a human being?”
I maneuvered Tusker over to a chair and sat him down, and then sat down next to him. “Let me tell you something, Tusker. You’re going to make a mistake. You’re going to make a lot of mistakes. You ain’t going to be perfect. Don’t sweat it. You’re not going to make all that many mistakes.”
He stared at me for a second. “You’re not helping, buddy,” he said, smiling.
I smiled back. “Listen, was your father a good father?”
Tusker shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“And you’ve known other guys who have been good fathers, right?” He nodded, and I continued, “And you know some fathers who have been lousy fathers, right?” Tusker gave me a sharp look at that. I suspected I knew who he was thinking about. “Just behave like the good fathers and not like the bad fathers. How hard can it be?”
He grinned at me. “You really aren’t helping!”
“It sucks to be you. How’s that for some good advice?”
Now he was laughing. “Asshole!”
The door to 304 opened again. “You ever going to marry the mother of your son?” I asked.
He just shook his head and gave me a rueful smile. “I’ve already offered. It’s her old man, he doesn’t want anything to do with me…”
“Who would?”
That earned me a middle finger. “… and Tessa wants him to walk her down the aisle.”
“Hang in there. Being a grandfather might just change his mind. Name him after her father. Suck up to him.”
For some reason this made him laugh. “Too late for that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll let Tessa tell you.” He stood up and I followed him back to Tessa’s room. “Did you tell her the baby’s name yet?”
“I was waiting for you.”
Tusker looked at both of us a touch nervously. “He said we should name him after your father, to bring him around.”
“Too late for that.”
“What’d you name him?” asked Marilyn.
“Buckman James, after these two,” said Tessa.
Marilyn smiled at me. I just stared at my friends. “You have got to be kidding me!” Marilyn giggled at my reaction.
“Hey, we couldn’t have done this without you,” answered Tusker.
I rubbed my face. “I think my idea makes way more sense.” I looked over at Marilyn. “We can call him Bucky!”
“Good Lord!” she muttered.
“Listen, we have to be going. We have a honeymoon to get to!” I needed to get out of there. Buckman James? We probably had a serial killer on our hands! I gave Tusker the card for the limo company, and explained that there were some baby gifts coming, and then kissed Tessa and Tusker good-bye. Well, Marilyn kissed Tusker, I just shook his hand.
We headed back out and found the limo driver napping in the limo. “Ready to go?” he asked.
“Ready to go!”
He hopped out and let us into the back, and then climbed into the front. A minute later we were pulling out onto the road and heading for the Arterial, and then on towards the Thruway. “Buckman James Tusk! Poor bastard’s probably going to grow up to be a mass murderer,” I commented.
“He’s no such thing. Now you behave!” replied Marilyn.
I snorted. “You still want kids?” I asked.
“Of course!” She leaned over on the seat and kissed me quickly. “You still want to wait until you’re a captain?”
“I’m thinking maybe colonel or general now.”
“Too late, you made a deal!” She also stuck her tongue out at me.
I grabbed for her tongue, and we wrestled a bit in the back seat, and also started kissing. Then I got an idea, and leered at her. “You know, we’re on our honeymoon now.” There was a solid barrier between the driver and the rear of the vehicle.
“Yes.”
“You know what that means, don’t you?”
Marilyn eyed me askance. “What do you mean?”
I ran my hand along her back, and rubbed her bra buckle. “You agreed to a no undie honeymoon, remember?”
Marilyn’s eyes popped wide open. “Oh, no!”
“Oh, yes! You promised, remember?”
“I must have been lying.” Marilyn was so worried about her bra, she didn’t focus on my other hand, which I quickly pushed under her dress, all the way, until my fingers were at her panties. “That’s cheating!” she complained, and tried to push my hand away.
That simply opened up the back of her dress to my flanking assault. While I started to finger her pussy through her panties, and Marilyn squirmed around trying to make me behave, I quickly pulled the zipper on the back of her dress down. Marilyn squealed and tried to reach behind her, but that just let me slip my fingers inside her panties to the pussy I had shaved the other morning. When she tried to react to that, I flipped the catch on her bra. “It would be so much more fun if you didn’t fight,” I told her.
“Fun for you, maybe.”
I leaned in and whispered in her ear as I licked her earlobe. “Fun for you, too!” I flicked my finger across her clit, and Marilyn groaned and her legs slipped apart. “Do it!” I ordered.
Marilyn did it slowly, but probably more so because of the distraction I was providing than anything else. She pulled her dress down around her waist and then peeled off her bra. I tossed that to the side and then helped Marilyn lift up and I tugged her panties down. I left her with her sundress bunched around her waist and fingerfucked her and sucked on her tits for the next half hour, as we tooled along towards Syracuse.
Mind you, I wanted more, but we just didn’t have the time! I’d never done it in the back seat of a moving limo, and I kind of liked the idea. Eventually we had to stop, when I saw the signs for the exit off the Thruway. I allowed Marilyn to compose herself, and zip up her dress, but when she went to reach for her underwear, I grabbed them first and stuffed them in my pockets. This time she didn’t argue, but just gave me a wicked little smile. “Are you wearing your underwear?” she asked.
“You’ll just have to find out later!”
“I intend to!”
There was a Best Western near the airport that offered shuttle service and luggage storage. We unloaded the limo and I sent Marilyn in while I gave Tom a nice tip. He helped me carry things in, and then waited when we discovered Marilyn had simply gone up to the desk and not started the check-in process. After confirming we had a room for the night, I sent Tom on his way with our thanks.
I did the check-in process, putting everything on my trusty AmEx card. The last time I did this, Marilyn and I were as poor as church mice, and we raided our wedding gifts for any cash in the cards. That was how we paid for the honeymoon, or at least the stuff Big Bob and Harriet hadn’t covered. We snuck the gift card box into the back lounge at Trinkaus Manor and giggled as we went through the cards, and I tucked about $600 in cash into my pockets. That was quite a bit of cash in those days! Now I had about two grand in cash, and another couple of grand in traveler’s checks. Things were different.