It was a nice peaceful sleep that we enjoyed together last night; Julia and I waking up tangled in the sheets and each other. After a few seconds of getting oriented as to what was happening, we both just started laughing.
After showering together, and a little morning delight involving a rather horny induced wetness to go along with the shower water, we got dressed and ready to take care of business. I worked on a few things involving my personal websites and upon completion of another post for Briasphere.com, I decided to check in on our apartment at 70 West End Avenue; me intending to do a little clean up and such.
When I got there, I walked around the complex a bit to see if any of the usual neighbors were around to say hello to before heading inside. After walking into some cars that were parked in the fire zones at a strange angle, I stopped to investigate and discovered that the complex manager was now making assigned parking spots out of the fire zones.
When I ran into Roland and mentioned it to him, he told me it was none of my business and that They could do what they wanted. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But I did walk away when I heard that and checked out the other fire zones on the complex and found other spots that had been created. He again walked up to me and told me to mind my own business. I quietly walked up to him at that point and very softly said, “No.” I then continued walking around the rest of the complex until I arrived at my apartment.
I went inside and did my thing, getting home at around 1:30 PM. When I got in, Julia was just wrapping up a virtual session with a client and very pleased to see me, until she looked me full in the face that is.
“Baby? What’s wrong.” Julia asked me in a voice of deep concern. So, I told her what I had found with regard to the complex and she took my hand and started walking towards the door and our jackets very quietly saying, “Show me.”
I tried talking her out of it but… She said, “No. I want to see this for myself. We’ll take pictures, too, and see how the little bullying fuck likes that. Oh… By the way… Um… You did leave him breathing, right?”
When I shook my head yes, she said, “Good. If anyone is going to beat that little cock sucker’s ass it’s going to be me.”
Julia burst out laughing at the look on my face and walking out the door with me she said slyly, “No worries honey. I’ll be a good girl until no one is looking if he’s dumb enough to piss me off.”
When we got there, this time taking my Dodge which Julia really likes driving, she saw the cars and the newly created parking spots. She suddenly chuckled and said, “We’ll take some pictures of those cars on the next loop around.” When I looked at her questioningly, she suddenly slammed down on the gas pedal coming around the corner by Building 5, roosting the rear end of the truck as the engine gave a throaty roar. She then put my window down and slammed on the brakes and shouted out the window.
“Hey Roland! You wouldn’t happened to know where there’s a handicapped parking space on this complex that my disabled guests can use, would you?” Julia asked innocently. When he said, “No. There’s none.” She asked, “Why not? You are required by law to have them.”
He said, “We are exempt from that stuff. We don’t have to do it if we don’t want to.”
Julia said, “Oh. I didn’t realize this place was so special,” in a voice that was dripping sweetness and venom all at the same time.
“Well Roland, enjoy the rest of your day,” Julia finished. She then suddenly gunned the truck’s engine and left Roland standing in a haze of blue smoke left behind by the rear tires.
Julia was only doing about five miles per hour down past building five When she spotted his truck in a fire zone nearby, a van he drives parked on the lawn and his little car parked with the front wheels on the sidewalk.
Julia decided to stop the truck behind Roland’s car and went halfway up the steps to building six. There she took out her phone and took a picture of the car; making sure to get the plate in clear view along with the way the vehicle was parked. Then she walked down the sidewalk and took pictures of the truck and the van, complete with their plates as well.
When Roland saw what Julia was doing, he said, “No one will do anything about it. So, mind your own business and move on. Otherwise, you’ll be kicked out of here.”
You know… Uh… Um… I think Roland realized that was the wrong thing to say just a little too late.
Julia’s response? “That’s pretty good coming from a man who is supposed to be a full-time complex manager. Let me see… Yeah… These pictures prove… Yeah… You’re probably right… … Nothing. The IRS will probably just save them as screen savers for all their employee computers. Your boss, Michael Goldberg, probably will enjoy seeing the Van parked on the lawn and the local, county, and state fire marshals probably have better things to do. You know? Like eating donuts with the cops.”
She then paused for a moment and said, “But I’ll bet you are lying on your state tax returns about where you live, and the New York State DMV will probably be thrilled to death with you once they find out you don’t live in their state full time.” She then continued, “And then there’s the New Jersey Bureau of Housing. What are they going to say when they find out you aren’t really a full-time complex manager? I’ll bet Michael will totally enjoy paying the fine and really be understanding when he finds out you’ve been screwing him, while working for Barry Ser, too.”
Roland just stood there for a moment before slowly asking warily, “What do you want?” Julia just stood there and laughed before answering ever so nicely, “From you? Not a damn thing. You and your boss are too special for the likes of Brian and me. We’re just going to mind our own business and run along now. Nothing whatsoever we can do about this place. We’re way out classed. Silly us.”
Julia then got into the truck smiling and waving and moved us out towards the exit; her making sure to block the driveway by sliding the ass end out using the emergency break each time she stopped to take pictures of illegal parking spaces and cars. I didn’t find out until later that she was parking on an angle to intentionally block Roland as he drove behind us towards the exit.
She then drove back around to the entrance to take more pictures of the main lot. But on this second pass she asked me to run video of our drive through complex while she took pictures, not bothering to park on an angle because Roland had hurriedly drove off complex, turning toward Fredon as we pulled right back toward the entrance to Newtonian Gardens once again.
When Julia was done, she said… Let’s get something to eat before heading home. She then drove us to Jumble Land where we enjoyed an awesome meal together.
The only thing Julia said to me over dinner about what had transpired between her and Roland was, “I know your name is on the lease, too. But… If the office calls you, please just let it go to voicemail and send me a copy of the message they leave, ok?”
When I looked at Julia questioningly, she came around to my side of the table and put her arms around me before giving me a light kiss then saying, “I know you can handle whatever they throw at you. You’re a more than capable advocate for yourself and others. But… Well… I’ve suspected that something has been off about Goldberg Realty and their property manager, Roland, for a while. So, I had a PI do some digging. What they unearthed will make managing things with regard to the apartment go pretty easy from here.”
Seeing my look of concern, Julia then softly said, “We’re not going to lose the place. In fact, we might end up owning the property if push comes to shove. Worst case scenario? We’ll have a nice investment after all is said and done with zero money down.”
Julia then tenderly kissed me again before returning to her side of the table and asking the waitress for a dessert menu. While I was waiting for Julia to come out of the bathroom the waitress walked up to me and quietly said, “I’m glad to see you are doing well and with her. She is a good woman, and you deserve her.” She then quietly moved away as Julia returned.
I held the doors for Julia on the way out and let her into the truck. By the time I got around to my side she’d already fired up the Ram and had the heat cranking.
As soon as my door was closed, she said, “I’m glad this bad boy’s got good heat. That bathroom was freezing!”
When we got home, Julia went into her study for a while before coming into mine to hang with me while I read my new Ingo Swann book, Psychic Sexuality. She giggled when she heard the title but then said, “This might actually prove useful. Do you mind if I read along with you?”
I lightly kissed her and smiled. She kissed me back and then pressed play.
Julia fell asleep after a while, and I sat listening to the Audible book while stroking her hair. When she came around again, I hit pause, sensing that she had other ideas about what she wanted to do on that couch in my study. So, I told Alexa for PC to play a station called Cool Jazz and just let Julia take over.
It was slow and pleasant. The smell and feel of her easing my mind and body. There was lots of touching and kissing and at one point she was totally into just letting me stroke her breasts as she lay in my arms. She came when I nuzzled them once, too.
I’m not sure how long we made love for. But I don’t really care. It was quality times ten. We both came loads and I will probably need to clean the couch up a bit in the morning. But… A small price to pay for quality time with Julia.
She fell asleep in my arms and was clearly drifting off in a state of spent blissfulness, her having given me her all during our intimate moment in time.
So… I gently carried her naked cum soaked body into our bedroom and slipped her under the covers before returning to my study to retrieve her clothes. Then, after checking to make sure she was resting comfortably in dream land, I returned to write this.
I don’t know what she’s got in store for Roland and his boss. I didn’t realize that she’d gotten a Private Investigator to do a deep dig on Roland and our Landlord. That was a bit of a surprise to me.
But… I trust that Julia knows what she’s doing. So… I’ll let her have at it and back her play, even if it is one that makes me a little uncomfortable.
I’m not used to having other people take a stand for me. I’m generally the one advocating for everyone else; most people being unable to figure out how to manage situations that, if corrected, will help a lot of people if resolved. But Julia is different. She is just as aggressive and cunning as I am, all be it in a way that complements her strengths and weaknesses.
So… If she wants Goldberg and company that badly and all to herself, I will let her have at it. I’m quite sure, after the performance she did this afternoon, “She’ll let me know if she wants me to step in at any point.”