SURPRISE PARTY
Roxy drove along Lake Shore Drive to the Harbor Cove Supper Club. She had an appointment with the new owner to plan a birthday party for Mac. Daddy Mac. He was her dad, but she'd always called him by his first name. He loved it and thought of it as an endearment--so did she. It made them laugh when stuffy strangers thought it odd.
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The day before, Ed, her dad's long time golf buddy, stopped to pick up his fishing pole. Roxy was fixing breakfast and insisted he stay--at least, for a cup of coffee--from there it was an easy jump to get him to join her for breakfast.
"No man in his right mind can refuse coffee followed by bacon and eggs and toast. Especially, on a crisp September morn."
"Glad to have your company Ed. I love my time out here, but it gets lonely sometimes."
"Roxy, you might as well know, I didn't stop here just for my fishing pole. I got something on my mind I wanna discuss . . . yesterday, your dad told me he was turning over a new leaf and joining the gym. Said he was not getting enough exercise with our golf. I asked him, WHY Labor Day?"
"I could have told you that one, it falls on his birthday this year."
"That's what he told me. Said he wanted to restore himself. Maybe find himself a good woman. Seriously, Roxy, aren't you going to have a birthday party for him or something?" I haven't been able to get it off my mind. He's NEVER celebrated a birthday? Can that be true?"
"It probably is. It seems that every time his birthday rolled around he was gone--separated from my mother--out of town or out of the country on business."
"I want to give him a party."
"Me too, Ed. Let's do it!"
"Tell you what, If you get it all set up at Harbor Cove, I'll call all his friends. Pay for it, too. Is it a deal?"
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Half way to her appointment with the owner of the supper club, she she called a family friend and musician over in Province Town.
"Hey Spike, you always said a party's, not a party, without music. I'm planning a surprise birthday party for Mac on Labor Day . . . it would make the night if you and the other guys can come. Maybe you could even talk Daddy Mac into playing a few numbers with you. Tell me that you're free to come . . . "
"Matter of fact, I am free. Free to come and free of charge. Got a cancelation. Do we stay in the guest cabin again?"
"Of course. I'll have it stocked for you, like last time. Oh, Spike, I love you. I'm so tickled you'll do this on such short notice. I'll call you tomorrow with all the details."
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With the music out of the way, her job was half done, the rest would be easy even if it was difficult. As she pulled up to the Cove's front entrance she heard a tall stern looking man telling the valet to park her car. He introduced himself as he opened her door.
"I'm Mel, you must be Roxy Raycoff. Follow me into the bar. We'll work out a plan over coffee and a sandwich."
He was pleasant enough, but lacked sophistication. It made her wonder about the place, but shrugging it off, she decided he was probably more of a listener than a talker. Good or bad, the Harbor Club would have to do. The other local club had closed for the season.
From the corner of his eye, he caught the frustration on her face. Dropping his head, he doodled and fingered his pen. "Sorry, I'm not better at this, but my daughter Peggy usually does this part for me, you know, meeting with the customers. Planning the parties. But I'm the chef as well as the owner, so, with your patience, I shall attempt to be of service. Peg will be back soon to help us with any last minute details."
After a lengthy discussion, she'd dug enough information out of him to decide she'd have the celebration at sundown in the Lumber Jack Room. Being a big converted bayside porch with a dance floor and small stage for musicians, it was ideal.
"Okay Mel, here's what I want: A candle lit buffet with my dad's favorite hot and cold hors d'oeuvres--ones that look like macho appetizers to the men and yet pretty enough to please their women."
"Gotcha," he said pointing to the array of glossy colored photographs on the party menu.
"Great. Hmm. Let's go with your spicy meatballs, Virginia baked ham with sour creme rolled around baby scallions, your Gooey Cove Pizza Medallions, and your house specialties--the Hawaiian Pineapple Green Pepper and Ham Shish Kabobs and for sure, your Lasagna Cupcakes."
"Excellent choices Roxy. All crowd pleasers. For contrast, I will add complementary salads and fresh fruits, that is if you agree."
"Yes. Of course. Now to top it all off I must ask, do you know how to bake a Cherry Cream Cheese Birthday Cake? It's a favorite of Dad's but the only one I ever knew to make it, was my mother."
A slow warm smile spread across his face. "It's been a long time, but I have an excellent recipe--the Philadelphia Cream Cheese Company's--I would love to make it for you."
"Fabulous! Now what do we serve for drinks?"
That question took another twenty minutes, but Mel did not mind at all. By now, he was thoroughly enjoying her company and in no hurry.
They finally decided on two kegs of local beer and a variety of prize winning bottles: Pinot Grigio, Pinot Noir and a few alcohol free sparkling wines. To preserve the old fashioned look, she asked that the bottles be chilled in a big galvanized wash-tubs behind the outdoor bar and next to the wooden beer kegs.
"Roxy, you'll be happy to know, the Sunny Star Farm throws in a fourth of a pound of their famous goat cheese with each two bottles of wine ordered directly from them. I can add that to the buffet for you at no cost and include crackers and garnish. By the way, did you know, that the Sunny Star cheese can only be purchased locally? It is divine and will be a nice addition to the buffet."
"Thanks Mel, for all of your help. Despite your fear of being inadequate in your daughter's absence, you have been wonderful."
"My pleasure," he said shaking her hand goodbye.
And how could it NOT be pleasurable, he thought sitting here all afternoon in the radiance of her smile, watching her plump lips--the way she nibbled at the samples he'd placed before her.
He did not stand up when she thanked him and said goodbye. He excused himself by saying his back was acting up. Any other day it wouldn't have been a problem, but today he'd gone commando and his huge erection was tenting his loose white chef's pants.
* * * * * * * * *
Once Roxy was beyond seeing and hearing distance, he wiped his brow and quieted his throbbing dick. "What a sexy woman," he sighed.
Bolting off to his upstairs office he looked down and saw her sliding into her white 1966 Mustang Spring Special Convertible. He hollered out, "Nice car! They don't put pin striping on like that on them anymore. Your red stripes are all painted on and vivid . . . " Not brilliant repertoire but it was all he could think to say.
"Yeah, it's my dad's pride and joy, he lets me take it out for joy rides when I'm here in the summer."
Mel knew her red leather seats had to be sticky hot . . . sure enough, as soon as she sat down, she shot back out of the seat and grabbed her jacket to shield--what he imagined to be--white tender thighs. Soft ones. Like silk. Hot and wet.
Sitting back down, Roxy looked up and saw him still at the window. With a smile and a wave she drove off with her long blond hair dancing in the wind.
Blowing a kiss down the road after her, Mel closed the window and cursed the gods for not making him quite good enough for a beautiful woman like her. But then again, maybe the way to this woman's heart was through her stomach. He went to search for the old Philadelphia Cream Cheese Cherry Cake recipe .
To Be Continued: Part 2.
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