Dad peered in the closet.
“I had a professional decorator, but I also made it clear what I liked and didn’t like. This space is never used. I do store some things in here,” he pointed to the dresser, “but it’s more for show.”
“For show? Who are you tryna impress?”
“No one. What I mean is, I went with a three bedroom, versus two, because it helps for re-sale. I may not live here forever so I see each large purchase as an investment. Even my car, regardless of it depreciating in value once off the lot, it’s rare, so I’ll get more for it than I paid eventually.” He killed the light and opened another bedroom door, exhibiting a similar space. Once he reached the master suite, he placed his cigar in his mouth and slipped a key out of his pocket. His father cleared his throat behind him. When they entered, the motion lights were activated.
“Fuckin’ unbelievable!” the old man yelled, then burst in a fit of laughter. “This bedroom alone is the size of an apartment in some places. Wow! My son is a fuckin’ big shot!” On one wall hung a painting depicting wine bottles, lit cigars, and a lipstick-stained glass on a table, and red lace panties hanging from one of the chairs.
“Another picture. I had no idea you were into art like this. This shit is nice, though. Provocative, but nice.” Dad stepped close to study it.
“I wouldn’t say I’m particularly into art, like a collector or anything, but if something calls to me, then I want it.”
“I take it this was expensive, too?”
Nixon shrugged.
“It was moderately priced. Nothing that broke the bank. That’s from a local artist named Luisa Francis. She’s really well known.”
Dad noticed Nixon’s Satyr white stone statue, a recent purchase. The figure sat on a pedestal, holding a curly-haired naked Nymph in his arms and kissing her. His huge dick was extended, the tip inside the Nymph’s pussy as he passionately kissed her.
“Nix, I think ya need some help, son. Almost every damn piece of artwork in this joint has some tits, a ding dong, or a fuckin’ beaver! Is that all ya think about?! I’ve failed you. You’re a fuckin’ pervert. Jesus…” Dad muttered.
All Nixon could do was laugh his head off. The old man made his way over to the bathroom and peeked in.
“Holy shit!” Dad hollered. Nixon remained in his bedroom, casually smoking his stogie. “Waterproof speakers in the wall! Look at these faucets and the shower head in this baby! Nix, you really are doin’ it up, big! Wow! I’ve got a serious question.” He came back out and paused, his brows furrowed as if everything was riding on his next words. “How can ya afford all this shit?! I mean, I know you make a good living, but this is crazy.”
“My firm is one of the best in the city, so we’re able to charge larger fees than most of our competition. I also make great investments. I get a royalty check each month from some Jujitsu belts and rash guard shirts that are sold internationally, since I helped with the design and patented it.”
“Oh, yeah.” Dad walked to the closet. Nixon was prepared to tell him not to open the doors. “I remember you tellin’ me about that now.” Dad reached for the handle slowly.
“Yeah. As you know, I also made partner and my salary increased quite a bit… Please don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Go in my closet.”
“Why? Ya got a dead body in there?” Dad chuckled.
“No, but I have some things that are for my eyes only. Stuff I’d rather you not see.”
They sized each other up. It wasn’t just the strange costumes his father may want him to explain, but he also had all manner of toys, masks, and BDSM props he’d used at The Cage. Private stuff. So that was off limits.
“Fine.”
“So, as I was saying, that’s how I was able to get this place. I also do contract work for smaller companies who don’t pay large retainers, but have me on the payroll as a kind of insurance policy should the need for a lawsuit arise. That way, it’s not as expensive since they’ve already been depositing money monthly. There are other things, too. I have multiple streams of income. For example, I offer online business advice for a small fee, and help law students through a subscription service set up through a number of universities. All of that combined gives me a