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 Author: SerenaJ
Title: Rachael and JD
Part: Chapter 2
Universe: Reedville and The Davidson Fishery
Summary: JD resigns from his 'day' job to move home to Reedville
Keywords: MF, cons, rom, interr (HF/WM), exhib

   Chapter 2: So Long

   JD hung up the phone, took off his glasses and rubbed his temples.  He
hated dealing with freshmen legislators.  They always had more ideas than
sense.  Eventually, this right honorable gentleman would prove himself -
worthy or no - and JD just hoped it would happen before the subcommittee
vote and not after.  It was his eighth Assembly phone call of the day the
Fishery and the last before his lunch meeting with Paul and the board for
the firm.

   `I'm getting' too dang old for this.' JD thought, `One job is enough.'

   As much as he hated admitting it, he was going to have to choose.  He
either remained as Lead Legal counsel for the company that he helped form
and steer for the last 33 years or he resigned and become a full time
lobbyist for his family fishery.

   He sighed and turned to look out the window at his coveted view of
McPherson Square.  He did not want to leave the company.  If he had to be
honest, it was a matter of personal pride.  Davidson Fishery had been
established in 1804 in the same small fishing town, on basically the same
patch of ground where their simple packing plant stood today.  Nine
generations of Davidson men - well, McElroy after his grandfather - had run
the fishery and run it well.  He was proud of that, glad of the time he had
spent working there himself and happy that all three of his sons worked
there still.  But JD had always needed something personal; a testament to
his own accomplishments.  As much pride as he had with the family business,
he would never be able to claim its success or failure as his own.

   But the company, he had helped found and build.  From the days when they
had set-up shop in Adams Morgan in one room above a Mexican take out place
- back when rent there was still affordable.  He had been here through
eight presidential administrations, six military conflicts that had
affected sales or supplies or both, three major expansions, two serious
recessions and Black Monday.  He had raised this company just as surely as
he had raised his sons.

   But every good parent knows when it's time to let go.  Truth told, JD
did not handle much of the day-to-day issues any more - he had handed that
over to Bill Clark, his senior aide almost a year ago.  JD smiled; he
claimed the decision was to promote Bill but really, it was to lighten JD's
workload so that he could in turn spend more time off with Rachael.  Now
most of that extra time was being spent running back and forth between DC
and Richmond following Virginia's legislative process.  Bill was handling
the added duties far better than JD had expected and maybe it really was
time to consider retiring and letting Bill and Paul guide the company's
next generation.

   His phone buzzed and a woman's voice cut through his thoughts, "JD?"

   "Yes, Ms.  Johnson?"

   "I have a Mark McElroy on the phone for you and Paul says to tell you
that Jerry and Phil are waiting in his office when you're free."

   "Mar-cus, Ms.  Johnson.  Marcus McElroy." He hated it when Rachael took
a day off - especially a day off without him, "I'll take the call.  Tell
Paul that I'll join them presently." He waited for the phone to buzz again
and hit the speaker button.  "Marcus?"

   "You got good news for me, Julius?"

   "I don't have bad news if that helps."

   Marcus sighed heavily, "George has given me a couple estimates if'n this
bill passes.  Right nasty."

   "Can we absorb it?"

   There was a moment of silence then another heavy sigh, "Yeah, profit
margin'll make Momma scream ta all hell but we can take the hit.  Don't
know how some of the smaller charter's'll do with it."

   "Well, I've been trying to get them to make the tax a pass-thru.  It'll
raise prices but at least it'll raise `em across the board."

   "That'd help.  You comin' in for Momma's birthday?"

   "Could I ever set foot in the house if I didn't?"

   "Wouldn't think so but I ain't never tried." He paused then asked, "You
gonna bring this new catch of yours this time?"

   This time JD went silent.  He had been putting off giving the family
much detail about Rachael.  "If she's available." She had not been
"available" yet.

   "Maybe I'll come up there and meet her.  You going awful far to keep her
an' us apart, Julius.  Something you need to tell us?"

   "Well, I'll tell you Marcus." He hesitated and then just decided to come
out with it, "She a might bit younger than I am and I don't know how the
family's gonna take it.  The boys are still pretty loyal to their Mother.
And I know Momma's not gonna like it one bit."

   "Girl's old enough to drink, ain't she?"

   "Well of course!  She's not in high school, for heaven's sake."

   "Then ta hell with `em.  If you like her and she likes you then that's
all that matters."

   "Thank you, Marcus.  I appreciate that."

   "'Course you bring a black girl in here and I'm gonna eat them words."

   That was a joke - Marcus' wife Candice was Black and the family had had
no complaints about it.  "Thank you, Marcus." The intercom light on his
phone flashed.  "Marcus, I'm sorry but I've got to go.  I've got a lunch
meeting and they're waitin' for me already."

   "When are you gonna quit an' come home?"

   "I don't have time to discuss that, now."

   "Well, you need to start thinking about it, Junior, an' make time to
discuss it.  We need you here."

   "Later, Marcus."

   "Count on it." There was a sharp click and JD slammed the phone down
then held his breath for the count of ten.  His older brother could tick
him off faster than anyone else in the world.  Always could.

   He composed himself and left his office.  He paused at Ms.  Johnson's
desk, "If my brother, Mr.  McElroy calls again, take a message.  I don't
want to be disturbed unless Miss.  Sullivan calls, hear?"

   "Sure, JD."

   In Paul's office, the senior managers and most of the board sat around
the informal conference table.  JD fixed himself a plate, took a seat, and
listened as Paul updated everyone on the latest, greatest idea.  To his own
surprise, he found himself not the least bit interested.  His mind wondered
to the charter tax bill so he was chagrined when he realized that everyone
was staring at him.  Paul repeated the question, which JD answered.  Over
the next hour, though, he found he had made his decision.  He hoped Rachael
would understand.

   As the meeting neared ending, JD spoke up, "One more issue, gentlemen,
and I know this was not on our agenda but this would be the group to make
the decision.  What would you all think about Bill taking over as Lead
Legal Counsel when I retire?" The response was good so he made a swift
silent prayer and said, "Good, good, I think he's a fine man for the job. I
bring this up because I'm thinking about retiring soon."

   "How soon?" Paul asked and JD could hear the suspicious edge in his
voice.

   "Oh, I don't know.  90 days ought to be enough time for the boy to get
situated.  I could loiter on a part-time basis another month or so after
that but I don't want to get in the boy's way." The rest of the afternoon
was spent discussing the issue first with this group, then with Paul and
Bill and later with Paul and the HR Manager.  By the time JD made it back
to his own desk, he was talked out.

   Seeing Rachael sitting in one of his guest chairs was almost enough to
relieve the stress.  She kissed him lightly and hugged him tightly.

   "You look beat up."

   "I feel beat up.  Let me grab my things and we can discuss it over
dinner."

   They were settled at a table, order placed and JD had taken his first
sip of a welcome bourbon and water when Rachael casually said, "So Karen
says you put in your notice today."

   He coughed and nearly spilled the drink.  "And how in thunder would she
know whether I did a thing like that or not?"

   "She's Paul's admin.  If Paul knows it, she knows it.  Really, JD, it's
not some state secret.  It had to be coming soon.  You've got, what, 2-3
years on Methuselah?"

   "Funny."

   She leaned over and kissed him, "I like the idea of moving to Reedville
and becoming Grandma and Grandpa McElroy."

   "No one's grandmother has ever looked like you, my little willow."

   She lowered her voice, "No one's grandpa ever ate pussy like you."

   "You have a foul mouth, you know that?" but he could not help smiling.
Or thinking of her taste.  He was glad the table hid his sudden erection.

   "And you love my little foul mouth, don't you?"

   This was not like her; Rachael was not prudish but usually showed
discretion in public places.

   "What's gotten into you today, woman?" he glanced to see if anyone else
was close enough to hear her.  "You being a might forward, do you think?"

   "You have no idea." She leaned forward again, "I'm not wearing any
underwear." She giggled.

   It was vulgar and whorish.  The idea also made JD's erection throb.  He
took a long pull from his bourbon.  "Upper or lower garment?" He asked.

   "Neither." Her eyes flicked upward and then she composed her face as the
waiter returned with their dinners.  JD ordered another drink.

   "That is highly inappropriate." He said when the waiter left and he had
downed in one swallow what was left of his first drink.

   She looked a bit crestfallen, "You don't think it's hot?"

   "I think it is astounding.  And when we get home, I will show you just
how `hot' it is." He paused as the waiter brought his drink, "That,
however, is not my point.  It's simply unhygienic."

   "Oh." She waved the comment off, "I'm not putting my bare butt on
anything but my own clothes and those can go in the wash."

   "And the wet spot you have undoubtedly left on the back of that skirt?"

   She giggled again, "I haven't left one yet but you can't imagine how wet
this is making me."

   "I can imagine quite well, thank you." He smiled, "You have a weakness
for exposure that this must surely be titillatin'.  `Sides, I can see this
adventure has your, attention let's say.  It's not hardy that cold in
here."

   "They're rubbing against my sweater every time I move.  It's all I can
do not to play with them."

   "A little forbearance is good for a body."

   "It's driving me crazy.  It's just this constant tease."

   He pictured what was going on inside her - the subtle touches that must
be igniting her nerves but not really enough to make her feel good.  Even a
few minutes of that usually made her mad with desire.  It would be another
few hours before they made it home and she could be relieved.  By then she
would be drenched.  He smiled again, "Good."

   He took his time finishing dinner and ordered dessert just to tease her
a little longer.  She enjoyed the game just as much and ate her meal
suggestively - something JD thought was a Hollywood myth until he started
picturing her lips and tongue doing those things to him.  Then his found
his pants far more uncomfortable then they had been.

   She had parked in Vienna, so after dinner they walked hand in hand to
the subway station.  They had not remembered the game earlier in the
evening.  The trains were as crowded as they would be at rush hour.  They
squeezed into the back and when a seat next to them cleared, JD tried to
put Rachael in it.  Instead, she pushed him to sit and sat in his lap.

   He was never comfortable in this position; it always seemed to emphasize
their height difference.  Right now, it also exaggerated his desire for her
and the constant movement of the train did not help the matter.  He tugged
her sweater to get her attention and she turned her ear to him.

   "You need to stand up before I have a right problem, young lady."

   She squirmed against him in response.  He closed his eyes and swallowed
hard.  Her movement was slowly moving her skirt up.  He was not sure how
public she wanted to be but he was nearing his limit.  With a few very
slight movements, he could open his pants and slid into her and - in this
crowd - no one would be the wiser.  It was beginning to sound like a good
idea.  He glanced around.  No one was paying them any attention; the
passenger next to them was asleep and wore headphones.

   He slipped his hand surreptitiously under Rachael's butt.  Her skirt was
so far up, he could feel the heat from her slit.  He pushed his hand a bit
further and touched the lips.  They were slick and hairless.  She had
shaved for the occasion.

   `Oh heavens,' he thought, `I am gonna stain my pants for sure.'

   Rachael leaned forward and rested her arm on the back of the seat in
front of her.  After moment of JD's further investigations, she rested her
chin on her arm.  Only the tension in her butt and convulsing pussy gave
away the pleasure JD's fingers caused her.  He alternated between fucking
her with his fingers and toying with her clit until her free hand squeezed
his leg.  She shook with unexpressed tension.  He stopped playing with her
then but did not remove his hand.  Every few minutes he would tease her to
the brink of cumming then stop.  Despite himself, JD enjoyed this semi
public display immensely.  If he was not so concerned about the risks of
being caught, he could see the appeal of exhibitionism.  Especially if one
was watching Rachael.

   Finally, their seatmate got up and JD realized that the train had
dwindled down to only a few riders for the last two stops.  He slipped his
fingers inside her again but this time did not stop when her hand
frantically signaled him.  An audible groan escaped her and JD glanced to
see if any of the other riders heard her.  If they did, they did not seem
to care.  He continued and Rachael began twitching and shaking.  She
whimpered then moaned and drenched his hand with hot, wet, cream.  JD
leaned against her back and tried not to cum himself.  He wiped his wet
fingers on her thigh under the skirt at about the same time the train
pulled into their station.

   "Come on, now, Willow.  Up you go."

   Rachael stood unsteadily and staggered to the door.  JD put an arm
around her to keep her up right.  Happily, the wet spot on his pants was
not too visible in the low lights of the station and less so as they weaved
through the parking lot.  It took all his strength not to lick his fingers
as they walked.