Chapter 9

Note: This is a work of FICTION! Although the areas this story takes place in are real; all of the landscapes depicted, the people described, and everything else this story uses to make it enjoyable reading for you are NOT REAL. As you read this story, try to remember:

THIS IS A NOVEL!

31. Patricia and Stephano Get Married.

After speaking to Stephano on the phone, Victoria Valentino was very happy she was going to be at her son's wedding. This was a miracle, since she never thought she would see him alive, again. The gruesome pictures, the terrible emails, the arguments she heard her husband having with William, all led her to believe that her son would never survive his imprisonment. William turned out to be more of a man, then her husband. He told her husband, he could not hurt an innocent human being. That was exactly what her son was: an innocent. So was Laura Garrett and Bruno had killed her and forty students for no reason at all. She loved her husband. She did not love the things he did, but she did love her husband. She refused to live the lifestyle his money could have afforded her. She lived a quiet life. She did not wear jewelry. She did not go on expensive vacations. She would not let him buy her a mansion. They lived in the same brownstone building in Manhattan, for all their married life. It was moderately expensive when they bought it, but it was not in a trendy neighborhood. She walked to most of the stores where she shopped, except the grocery store, and there would be too many packages to carry home from there, anyhow.

This was the first time she was on an aircraft in eight years. The agent told her to buckle her seatbelt, and to look out the window while they descend. He said, "The Mountains here are red. They are spectacular to look at from the air, and on the ground. There is nothing else like them, anyplace on earth."

She enjoyed viewing the mountains, but she loved the view standing at the bottom of the stairway of the aircraft. Stephano was waiting for her on the tarmac. He took her in his arms, to prove to her, he was alive.

"Momma, I cannot breathe. If you don't let go of my chest, you are going to kill me."

"I have not seen you in over five months, and you refuse your mother a hug; you should be ashamed of yourself."

"I could survive a mother's hug; I am not sure about a hug from a mother grizzly bear."

Victoria smacked him playfully, again.

As they parked in front of the villa, Patricia, Jemma and William came out to meet them.

"Victoria Valentino, I would like to introduce you to William Zabo; and his wife Jemma Zabo.

Victoria responded, "Hello William, it has been a very long time."

William kissed her on both cheeks and said, "This time, Victoria, it is on a happier occasion. I would like to introduce you to my bride, Jemma."

"William, she is a head taller than you are. What do you do when you want to kiss her, get a ladder?"

"There are ways Victoria, and I am not that old yet that I cannot learn new tricks."

"You were always monogamous, when I knew you; did that change in all these years?"

"No, Victoria, I stayed true to the woman I loved; that never changed. The only reason I am back here is because your husband killed her, tried to kill my daughter, and killed many other innocent people."

"Yes, I know about all those horrible things William. He confessed those crimes to me and to the government. He will pay dearly for them. I am not here for that, because I had nothing to do with it. I am here for my son's wedding, and then I am going to return to New York to live out my life."

"Mother, why aren't you going to stay with me?"

"Both of you are going to have to hide for years, until the trials. You cannot drag an old woman around with you. I need my creature comforts. I need my home, my doctors, and my friends. If you need to move in a hurry, you do not need me to slow you down. Your father wanted me to ask you about money and my access to it, before the federal government impounds it all."

"Do not worry about that mother; I will take care of that tonight. I will move it from all of dad's legal businesses, because those will be the hardest for the government to find."

William told Stephano to transfer the money to his accounts, and he would take care of transferring the money to his mother. By the time the government tried to figure out where the money was three presidents would have come and gone, and they would still be looking for it.

Patricia nudged Stephano, with her elbow, and asked if anybody was going to introduce her to his mother.

Flippantly, Stephano said, "Oh yes, mom, this is my Patricia."

Patricia balled up her fist, and was getting ready to hit him, when her father yelled, "Patricia!"

"Papa, he earned this one."

"I agree, but there is a better way to handle that arrogance then hitting him. Your wedding night is coming, and he may not be."

Patricia looked at her father, smiled and said, "Papa, you are a genius."

Stephano was downtrodden. "Dad, that was mean. I have waited so long for that night, and you may have taken away from me."

Victoria asked her son, "Think for a minute Stephano, who took that night away from you? Was it you and your big mouth and arrogant attitude toward your future wife? Or was it your future father-in-law reminding his daughter not to use physical violence upon her spouse? One day you will learn to keep that big mouth of yours under control, before you put your foot into it. A day could turn into a week, a week into a month. The next time you speak to your father, ask him."

"Mom, not you, you would never do that to dad, would you?"

Victoria put a smile on her face and said, "Your father ruled everything outside the bedroom, when that door closed, I ruled."

Stephano turned and looked at Patricia. She had the biggest smile on her face he had ever seen. He asked her what she was smiling about.

She replied, "I don't have to go to Toys "R" Us or, Gymboree to buy a gun. Your mother just told me how to kill you."

"This is not fair. I am not even married yet, and my life is ruined. If I am not going to get laid, I may as well call off the wedding."

Patricia asked, "Are you withdrawing your proposal? If you are that releases me from all my pledges to you. I am free to lose my virginity to whomever I want, at whatever time I wish. It also releases you from any pledges you gave me, as far as seeing other women, and your celibacy. You can return to Philadelphia, and find out if you did father those two children."

Victoria yelled, "What children did you father?"

Stephano blew his top. "For the last time, Patricia, I did not get any women pregnant, while I was in school. I had sex with many women, but I always used protection. None of them came back to me and told me they were pregnant. I never paid for any of them to have an abortion. I do not want you to ever mention that to me again."

"Well, how about the rest of it? Are you releasing me from my vows, because you're not going to get laid? If that's all I'm going to be to you is a vessel for your prick, I don't want you."

"You know better than that Patricia. I have walked through fire for you. I gave you up to keep you safe. You came back to me, because you love me. I will release you from your obligations, if you want out of this marriage. Better still, I release you from all your promises to me, and I forfeit all my promises to you. I will be in the sanctuary tomorrow at 10 AM. If you want to be married to me, for the rest of your life, or until I kill you, be there. If you do not, I will understand. I will disappear, as I am supposed to do, and I will be out of your life forever. William, will you take my mother and me to a hotel, please. I will not be staying here tonight."

Stephano packed a suitcase and was ready to leave in less than five minutes. While they were driving down the winding road out of the development, Victoria said to her son, "Are you out of your mind? How dare you talk to that girl the way you did. If it were me, you would not see me, ever again."

"Dad, I need your word that you will not say anything to Patricia about what I am going to tell my mother now."

"Anything you say in this car will stay in this car Stephano. I will not say a word to Patricia, or Jemma ever."

"Thank you, it is very important that Patricia not know what I am about to say."

"Mom, Patricia does this all the time. She comes on very strong and challenges me right up to a point. At that point, I challenge her, and her mind and her heart conflict. At that point she freezes and until she gets pushed to use one side or the other, she stays frozen. She'll do it herself tomorrow. She'll look at the clock and she will decide. Logically, she will know that she is in love with me, and wants to be with me. Her heart will tell her the same thing. Once she realizes it, she will run to the church and we will get married. It will just take her some time to figure it all out by herself. It is her only weakness. She is the smartest person I have ever met. Love is the only thing that confuses her. I believe it is because of her mother's love for William. I don't believe she ever understood how a woman could love a man she could never marry. Laura would never marry another man, because her heart was in Italy, with William. Love that deep frightens her, and that is how deeply she loves me."

Victoria looked in the rearview mirror and saw tears flowing down William's eyes. She reached into her pocket book and pulled out a hanky, reached over his shoulder, and handed it to him.

He nodded his head, and thanked her.

"Son, you may be right about what Patricia goes through during these periods. However, I have a feeling you overplayed your hand. First, you treated her like an afterthought when you introduced her to me. It was inexcusable. If she is the love of your life, she is supposed to be treated that way at all times, not when it's convenient for you. You should go back there right now, on your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness; or tomorrow at 10 o'clock you and I are going to be the only ones there."

Stephano replied, "Believe me mom, she will be there."

"If you are that sure Stephano, you have to take me shopping for clothes."

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"Jemma, if I had a gun, I would have shot his dick off."

"It would take a lot of fun out of your marriage, Patricia. I think what you actually need with Stephano, is a stapler. You have to teach him how to control his mouth more than his dick. You have been doing a great job with his dick, so far, but his mouth is out of control. Your father never talks to me that way."

"Do you think it comes with age Jemma, or do you think it comes from what he saw while he was growing up?"

"Your father was already a man when he was involved with those people, so he was not as impressionable. Stephano was a young boy, and a lot of it may have rubbed off on him. However, he did have the best possible education. That should have smooth off all his rough edges. You have to remember, I was brought up in a rough section of Boston. My father was a mason, and bricklayers are a tough bunch of men. I was around them every summer, bringing bricks up scaffolds to my father, earning money for clothes, and other things that I wanted for myself. I did not use their rough language, but I did have that heavy accent, until your dad sent me to the school, in Virginia. I am not going to hazard a guess as to what you should do tomorrow. I know you love him, however, are you willing to be treated that way for the rest of your life. It is a really tough choice?"

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Stephano felt like a pack animal, when he returned to the hotel. He was carrying all his mother's purchases from three hours of shopping. All he heard during every moment of those long hours was, "Stephano, don't be an ass, call the girl and apologize. She is not going to be there, unless you do."

He was so pleased they did not get adjoining rooms. That is all he would have needed. His mother would be banging on his door all night, ordering him to call Patricia. He knew she was going to acquiesce. There was no doubt in his mind. At 11 PM, he called the switchboard, told them no more calls for the evening, and asked for a wake-up call at 7 AM'

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William returned to the Villa after dropping the Valentino's off at the hotel. True to his word, he did not mention anything about their conversation. He asked the girls if they would like to go out to dinner. Jemma said yes, but Patricia said she would rather stay at home, and think.

 

Patricia opened her computer. She made a list of the pros and cons for a marriage with Stephano. One glaring problem came back at her each time. Stephano was treating her in public as an old-fashioned Italian woman. She was to be seen, but not heard. She was to be the mother of his children, but not a partner in his life. As Mrs. Valentino said, "Bruno ruled everything outside the bedroom." She could not live that way. She would not live that way. If Stephano wanted her in his life, they would have to be equal partners. If he was going to treat her any other way, their marriage was not going to work. She wrote him a letter telling him exactly that. She would leave it for him to find in her bedroom. After she left in the morning, her next question was, 'where would she go?'

She remembered talking to Susan Robbins on the aircraft on their way to Whiteman Air Force Base. She had a ranch somewhere near Cottonwood. She looked her address up on her computer, and her phone number was listed. Susan would remember her, but would she be willing to let her stay with her for a while, until she got her act together.

She opened her Skype account and called her.

"Hello Susan, this is Patricia Parent. We took an airplane trip to an Air Force Base, a short time ago. Do you remember me?"

"Of course, Patricia, how are you, where are you?"

"I am calling because I am confused. I am in Sedona, and I am supposed to get married, in the morning. I have decided to call it off, because my fiancé is beginning to act like an idiot. I was wondering if you could put me up for a while, until I can decide what I want to do with myself, and my life. The reason I am calling you is I can't get to an airport faster than my fiancé can. I don't have a car, and that is the first place he will look for me, anyway. I can take a cab to Cottonwood, and meet you there, if you are willing to take me in."

"Where are you staying, Patricia, and what time did you want to leave."

"I have to sneak out of my dad's place, so it would have to be early in the morning, between 6 and 7 AM."

"Give me your address, and a landmark. A Cottonwood police car will pick you up at 6 AM."

"Thank you, Susan, I can pay for everything. I have plenty of money, so you will not have to lay out anything for me."

"Patricia, money is the least of my problems. When you get here, we will get your head straightened out. I'll put you on one of my horses and let you go riding. You will love it. I will see you tomorrow."

Patricia packed her suitcases, and put them in the coat closet, by the front door. She felt like the weight of the world was taken off her shoulders, now that she had made her decision. She placed the letter on her desk and set her alarm. She went into the kitchen and made herself dinner, and waited for her father and Jemma to come home.

5 o'clock the following morning, the alarm rang, and Patricia turned it off quickly. She washed, brushed, dressed, and packed up the remaining items into her backpack. At 5:45 AM, she went to the front closet, and put her bags by the door.

Jemma asked quietly, "Are you leaving without saying goodbye?"

"Jemma, you scared to shit out of me."

"So you decided love is not enough."

"No, it is not enough. Respect has to go with it, and I don't think he respects me. I think he wants to treat me like the little woman. I think he wants to treat me like his father treated his mother: Seen but not heard. He talks a good game, but when push comes to shove, it has to be his way, or no way at all. His mother was here for two hours, and that was all it took for me to see it. If I had never asked her to be here I would've walked into that trap, without seeing it. He has to change, because I cannot change him. No woman can change a man; he has to change himself, or it is not going to work. Would you say goodbye to my dad for me. I will be in touch with both of you."

William walked out of the bedroom and said, "A man could get a good night sleep, if you two would stop talking."

"I am sorry papa; I did not mean to wake you. I guess you heard the whole thing?"

"Yes I did, and I agree with you."

"I left him a note on my desk. If you are going to the church, you can give it to him. I would rather he come here to find it himself. He is probably so sure I will be there; he will be furious, when I am not on time."

William said, "There is a police car sitting outside. I don't think you should keep him waiting. Should we use the same site to keep in touch?"

"Yes Papa, I will talk with you soon."

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Stephano and Victoria arrived at the rectory at 9:30 AM. Father Ambrose asked where the bride was. Stephano replied that she would be here at 10 AM.

Victoria said, "Call her this minute, and beg her to come."

Stephano smiled and said, "Mom, she will be here, trust me."

At 10:10 AM, Father Ambrose stuck his head into the room and said, "I have the service that starts in five minutes, I cannot delay it. When the bride shows up, you will have to wait until I am finished."

Stephano was furious. "Mom, let's go to the car, and see what is keeping her."

When they arrived at the Villa, William opened the door and told Stephano there was a note for him, in Patricia's bedroom. William asked Victoria to step into the living room, and he was sorry for what was about to happen.

Victoria understood the meaning of William statement, and did what he asked.

Stephano read the note and came storming out of the bedroom. He shouted, "Do you know what that bitch had the nerve..."

William swung his right hand at Stephano's face as it cleared the wall, and Stephano hit the floor with a thud.

"Jemma, please get him an ice pack, he's going to need it."

Stephano lay stretched out on the floor, from the hard right to his temporal lobe. William took the letter from the floor, and handed it to Victoria. When she finished reading it, she smiled. "William, my son said she was the smartest woman he ever met. She put together my entire life in less than an hour. If that is not brilliant, I do not know what is."

Stephano started groaning a few moments later. As his eyes regained their focus, he looked at William and asked, "What was that for?"

"Where would you like me to start? Insulting my daughter in public, maliciously, jocularly, or just because you felt like it. I showed the letter to your mother. Would you like me to tell you her reply, or would you like to hear it directly from her?"

"I would like to hear my mother tell me what she thinks of Patricia's letter."

Victoria smiled. "Your former fiancé was able to dissect my life in less than an hour. I lived with your father, for forty years. Patricia knew what my life was like for all those years in that short a time. You are too much like your father to deserve a gem like her. I am happy she did not marry you. I am happy she decided to leave you at the altar. I am happy that she did not have to marry a man that would force her to live like I lived. William, would you please call the people at the FBI, so I can go home."
"Mom, you just got here, stay with me for a few days."

"I will be here until the FBI can get me a plane back to New York. If I were you I would start trying to mend my ways, if you ever want to see that young lady again."

"How can you mend your ways, when you don't know what you are doing wrong?"

"Start treating people the way you want to be treated, or treat them better than that. Use the language and manners you were taught in school, and by your aunts and me, not what you learned in the gutter, and from your uncles and your father. All of this is inside you, Stephano. You were raised properly, now use it. Try to be a man like William is, not like your father. You catch more flies with honey, than you do with vinegar. Maybe, one day, you will learn enough to earn Patricia's respect. Then you will have to earn her love, again. She will not trust you. She may never trust you again. She will always suspect you of attempting to trick her into marriage, and fear you will return to your old habits. If you like living, don't do it. I would hate to bury my son, before I bury my husband."

"You are telling me, Patricia would kill me if I fall back into my old habits?"

"I never said she who would kill you, did I, Stephano?"

"Very funny mom, I am not going to transfer any of dads' money over to you. I can be just as funny as you are."

William said, "Victoria, never worry about money. I have more than I can use in a hundred lifetimes. You will live comfortably forever."

"You can leave now Stephano. You are no longer welcome here. You insulted my daughter and now you have insulted your own mother. I doubt your father will want anything to do with you once he hears what you said to his wife. Pack the remainder of your belongings, and get out."

He looked around the room, wondering where he had gone wrong. Yesterday, everyone here was his friend. Today, he had lost his bride, threatened his mother, alienated his future father-in-law, and probably pissed of his father. He turned and looked at Jemma for help. The stone cold look on her face stopped him in his tracks. In less than twenty-four hours, he had lost everything that mattered to him, and he had done it by using his own big mouth. He went to his room packed up his suitcase and left through the front door without saying goodbye. It was then he realized he had forgotten to call for a cab to the hotel. He was going to knock on the door and ask to use the phone, but decided to swallow his pride, walk down the hill and out of the development. He would find a cab at the main road. He did not want to face anyone in that household again, today. He forgot all about his cell phone.

31. Virgin and Mother

After a fucking delightful time with Debbie, Fred ordered dinner for the girls and himself. Then, he went to take a shower. He decided to lie down and take a short nap, but was woken up by a ruckus going on in the living room. He stuck his head out of the bedroom to see what was going on. He found four naked teenage girls having a pillow fight, using very expensive pillows, from very expensive couches. Whoever said youth is wasted on the young was incorrect. This was a sight to behold, and his eyes were delighted by it.

He said, "Will the three non-virgins move away from the virgin. She has something I have to remove to make her compatible with the three of you?"

Sandy, Cindy, and Debbie retreated from Danni. Danni found herself standing alone, with a pillow over her head, waiting to toss it at her sisters. "I thought you guys said 'Nothing would separate us.' The first time I want you near me, you vanish."

She dropped the pillow to the floor and walked towards Fred. She whispered into his ear, "Wouldn't now be a good time to spank Sandy?"

"I can't do that without your mother's permission. It would constitute child abuse."

"She is nineteen. She is no longer a child."

"Technically, you are correct. However, I would feel morally incorrect, if I spanked her, without your mother's permission."

"It find that very honorable, Fred. However, you are fucking four of my mother's children, and you do not find that morally reprehensible?"

"No I do not; because if I fail in this endeavor, I forfeit my life. There is a very large difference between the two."

"I did not remember that part, Fred. In that case, I agree with that assessment."

"Why do I have a feeling that you are an English major?"

"What gave me the way?"

"Let me see: morally reprehensible; assessment; the way you phrase your sentences. How am I doing so far?"

"You're not doing badly, Fred. I was in Honors English."

"Let me see if you can do you the honor in bed?"

"What position do you have in store for me?"

"Do you have one in mind that you would like to try?"

"I saw a dirty movie once; where a guy had a girl sitting in his lap. Can we do it that way?"

"It is a very intimate way of making love. You are almost always in eye contact, until you are ready to orgasm. It is at that moment I will try to take your virginity, if I think you are ready. Otherwise, I will hold off and take it in another position. Is that all right with you?"

"Yes, I saw the way you took Debbie's virginity. It was beautiful, and according to her, nearly pain-free. I would not mind a little pain, but not the type of pain I hear the girls at school talk about, when they lost their virginity to their boyfriends."

"Most young men have no idea how to appropriately relieve a young woman of her virginity. They do not wait until she is ready. They drive straight through, until they are as deep into her as they can go. If a young woman is thoroughly soaked, you can take her virginity, put three or four inches of your manhood into her, and not hurt her. Afterwards, when her muscles relax, you can put the rest into her without any restrictions at all. I have done that with all three of your sisters, and I will do that with you. As I have said to your sisters, our time for talking is done; the time for teaching is here.

"Girls get to bed!"

Danni said, "Oh shit, I forgot about them."

Debbie responded, "I didn't forget about you. You bit my tit. I am going to get even with you."

"It was not me, you idiot; it was Cindy. Would you please get your tits straight?"

Debbie thought about this for a moment, and said, "Whatever; I'm going to bite your tit anyhow."

Danni looked at Fred and told him, "Sandy and I managed to get all the brains in our family. When Cindy and Debbie were told they were handing out brains, they thought the angel said they were giving out cranes. They don't like boy's toys, so they stepped out of line, and went for ice cream."

Cindy laughed, "It was strawberry ice cream, and it was heavenly."

Danni shrugged her shoulders. "It happens in the best of families, Fred. It happened twice in ours."

"That is all girls. It is time for Danni to join the non-virgin club. I want the three of you to heat her up and get her ready; just like all of you were. Do a good job, or you all will get spanked tomorrow, when your mother gets here."

"Danni yelled, "I didn't do anything wrong."

Fred said, "You were the instigator."

Fred sat down at the edge of the bed to see how the three girls would attack Danni. Sandy went straight for her sisters' muff. Debbie sat on her face, and Cindy had both breasts to herself. It did not take long to see Danni reach her first orgasm.

Sandy looked for Fred, and showed him a finger. She wiggled it in the air, and smiled.

Fred nodded his head, knowing that this finger was going to go up Danni's ass, very soon. He lay down on the bed and watched as Sandy insert it into Danni's vagina to moisten it. Her tongue returned to the virgin clit and attacked it.

Danni was lost in the throes of passion as Sandy inserted the finger up her sister's ass, without any hint of discomfort.

Fred asked Cindy and Debbie to stop, and move to the side. He took a wet cloth, and cleaned Danni's face. How are you feeling Danni?"

"I have not felt like this before in my entire life."

"I should think not, you have never had a finger up your ass before."

"What are you talking about, Fred? I don't have anything up my ass."

"Sandy, wiggle your finger please."

"You bitch, get that out of there."

"You said nothing was in there, so I don't have anything to take out of there."

"Danni, one day, when you are relaxed enough, you will be able to take salami up there, without any problem at all. It will feel just as good as having vaginal sex. Just make sure whoever it is, is wearing a condom."

"Sandy, if it was possible, I'd have my sphincter muscle cut off your finger."

"Is that a nice thing to say to the only other sister in our family that has brains?"

Fred moved into position at the head of the bed, with pillows stacked behind him. He was leaning at a seventy-degree angle, so his prick was completely exposed. He had Danni sit on his lap with her knees bent, so she could slide her vagina, along his dick. Her fluids would keep them both moist enough to avoid any heat caused by friction. As she settled on him, he used his fingers to spread her labia apart and exposed her clit. He asked her if she was comfortable, and ready to begin.

Danni said, "Yes, but what do I do?"

"You look into my eyes, and you use your hips to slide your vagina against my penis. I will be using my hips to rub my dick against your vagina. Once we get into a rhythm, it will feel like we are actually having sex. If and when the time is right I will insert my dick into your vaginal canal and take your virginity, as I told you. Let's begin.

Danni started to move her hips, ever so slowly, feeling her clit rub up against his penis on every stroke. Initially, her strokes were short, but when Fred joined her, he forced her strokes to move the length of her pussy. As she became more accustomed to the rhythm; their strokes traveled from the top of her pussy all the way to her anus, and back, at a moderate pace. The feeling became exquisite. He kissed her and she began missing strokes. He told her to concentrate on the movement of her hips, as well as kissing him. She did and she did it well. Her hips moved, and her mouth was all over his. Her pussy was drippy her honey all over his thighs, and the bed. Six female hands and three pair of lips were playing with her breasts, ass, and back.

Fred increased their tempo. His lips left hers, and he began kissing her eyes, neck, ears, and throat.

Danni went out of control. Her hips moved so fast, they seemed to be on automatic control. She didn't know where Fred's kisses were going next, because he was all over her face, shoulders, and chest. Her fluids were wetting his thighs and penis. She felt him move his hand down and play with her asshole. When she felt him playing there, she thought he was adjusting his position. She did not realize it was a preamble for him to grab his cock and position it for his stroke into her vagina. As she reached the highest point of her upstroke, Fred positioned his cock at Danni's velvet opening. As she powered down, she pushed Fred's dick through her hymen, and into her depths. Danni did not stop. She did not squeak or yell. She felt the intruder entered her, and it only heightened her experience. She was nearly at her crest of her orgasm. Fred never stopped kissing her. Her mouth would be raw, in the morning, because they were kissing so passionately. She was pounding down on him, and he was pushing up into her. The sensations she was experiencing was the most amazing she felt in her entire eighteen years. It was not the soft sweet love making, she had seen her sister make with Fred. It was unbridled lovemaking; just as she had seen on the video. As she crested the top of the mountain, her entire body went into a spasm. She screamed so loudly her sisters covered their ears. A second afterwards, Fred screamed as he emptied himself into her with the last ounce of energy he had in him. He did not withdraw from her. He gathered Danni into his arms, kissed the top of her head, and fell asleep with her in his arms. They did not wake up until the next morning.

The three sisters covered them, turned off the bedroom lights, and let them rest. They had never seen anything like it before. They went into the second bedroom, and went to bed. They knew the fun and games were over for this evening.

Fred woke with a start. His body told him he was late for work, but he realized quickly it was only Sunday. He was also used to sleeping alone, but he had 100 pounds of delicious arms and legs wrapped around him. He peered down on the top of the covers, and saw the dark-haired beauty with her nose buried into his chest. She looked so comfortable; he just had to wake her up. He tickled her nose, and received no reply. He tickled it again, and her hand moved to shoo the fly away that was aggravating her. As soon as she settled back down, he tickled her nose again, and her hand smacked her nose in an attempt to kill that damn fly. In her comatose state, she said to herself, "Dummy!"

Fred whispered in her ear, "You are one of the most gorgeous dummies I have ever met."

Danni grabbed the covers, and pulled them over her head.

Fred said, "If that is what you want to do this morning, it is fine with me. You have to go down two more feet and it is there waiting for you to put it in your mouth."

"You wouldn't do that to us, would you?"

"Sandy and Cindy have already done it. It is just another part of the sex experience. It is nothing to be ashamed of or horrified by, it is just sex. I licked your pussy, and you didn't say anything. You licked your sister's pussy. Why shouldn't you lick or suck on my dick, and have a problem with it?"

"It just seems soooo, gross."

"Was licking Debbie's pussy, gross?"

"I was nervous at first, but it was not gross."

"It will be the same way, with your first dick. If you want it to be mine, I would be honored. If you want to save it for your boyfriend, on another day, that will be fine. Just remember, it is just sex; have fun, be careful, and enjoy it."

"Fred, you make it sound so easy."

"My job is now done. All four of you are now women. If none of you is pregnant, I will be very happy for all of you. I will take care of all of you, the way I promised, Sandy, and Cindy. I feel an obligation to all of you, and I will not let you down. Let's go wake up the other beauties, so you can shower and get dressed for when your mother arrives. I will order breakfast for everyone."

He smacked Danni on the rump and she yelled, "Hey, what was that for?"

"That will teach you not to stick something so pretty in my face, at this time of the morning."

"You said you needed my mother's permission to spank any of her children?"

"One of your mother's smarter children reminded me last night that you are legally adults."

"Sometimes having brains is not all good. Cindy still has not come up with the answer with 'How will she know if there is a fire in your bedroom?' One day, I may tell her."

Fred said, "Don't do that to her, you could ruin her entire day."

"Fred, you are as bad as Sandy. Did she tell you what she did to Cindy on a multiple-choice test?"

"No, but this should be good."

"Cindy did not study for a history test. She apparently pissed off Sandy the morning of the test. Sandy got a 100, while Cindy got a 25 on the test. Cindy was livid with Sandy afterwards. It was a multiple question test. Sandy gave Cindy the answers starting with number two twice, instead of number one. When they compared their test at home, Sandy said, "Don't blame me dummy, you didn't put the answer down for number one. If you move your answers down one slot, they are all correct." Cindy was furious with herself, and she never caught on. She even apologized to Sandy for accusing her of wrongdoing."

"I am amazed there are not more twins in politics. These back channel conversations of yours would drive other politicians, crazy. Go wake up, your sisters!"

Fred went in to take a shower, and prepare for the day. Within moments shower door opened and four naked girls joined him.

"There is another shower in this suite, ladies."

"Yes, we know, however, you are in this one, and we wanted to show our appreciation for how you treated us this weekend."

"Okay ladies, I accept that, however, no sex. Do you understand that message? You can wash me and wash yourselves, but there will be no sex in this shower that involves me this morning; and that is final. I want to see four young women, appropriately dressed, when their mother arrives. We have a lot of business to discuss. You will be turned over to the security detail of this hotel, and sent out to have some fun."

After he dried off, Fred received a call from the manager. "Good morning, Mister Cuneo, everything is arranged. Once your guest arrives, her vehicle will be taken to a Mercedes dealership. It will be completely inspected. Any worn or suspect parts will be replaced. All normal maintenance requirements will be done. If there any parts that are unavailable, the dealership will take care of that problem, with the owner, at its own expense, at a later date.

The new vehicle will be here by 6 PM, along with the original vehicle. I have been told to tell you, there will be no charge for either vehicle. It is a gift from your friends."

"Thank you very much, Mister Hastings. I appreciate all your help in this matter. You have been more than kind. In the future if there is anything my friends or I can do for you, I would consider it an honor to help you myself."

"That is indeed an honor Mister Cuneo. We are glad to have had you as our guest."

Fred smiled and thought, "They take $500,000 from me, just to see if I'm willing to pay for the girls. Then, they turn around and give me $400,000 back as a gift. It is really interesting working on the wrong side of the law. If I don't get caught, in eighteen years, I can retire."

Breakfast arrived just as four girls marched out of their bedroom completely dressed. He said to them, "It looks like you have been running around naked all weekend. There is not one wrinkle on any of your clothes."

Sandy replied, "Very funny Fred, when did you give us time to put clothes on?"

"Oh, so now it's my fault is it. Certain little nymphs didn't fall in love with that thing called sex, did they? They just cried and laid there like lumps, when the big bad man stole their virtue. Is that the way it was, Sandy? Is that the way you remember it, now?"

"You are twisting my words Fred. I love what happened here, and I would not trade it for anything, but..."

"I never got to your butt, Sandy. I got to Cindy's, but your butt is still virgin."

"You see, Fred, you have done it again. We were talking about clothes, and now you are talking about my ass. You are not being fair."

"Would you like to drop your pants, so I can take care of your ass? At least they would be wrinkled, when your mother got her."

"I think I will wait for that experience. I don't want to rush into it now. If I wanted to wrinkle my pants, I could take them off and do that myself."

"Do not take them off while I am around Sandy, it would 'Bum' you out, for the entire day, and possibly longer."

"Cindy didn't seem to have much of a problem, afterwards, why would I?"

"I prepared Cindy. I would not have time to prepare you. It would be a totally different experience, and you could walk around like a duck, for a week."

"You have convinced me to wait until the time is right for that adventure."

"Okay ladies, we are going for a ride so that housekeeping can clean the room, and make it pretty for when your mother arrives. I have rented the Beetle, so it is going to be tight. Be prepared to snuggle up with each other."

"Why didn't you rent something bigger?"
"It is a Sunday, and a holiday weekend. The companies are devoid of cars. I got one of the few cars the hotel had left."

As they exited the front lobby, many people were waiting for taxis to take them to their destination. The hotels limousine pulled up in front of Fred, and the liveried driver got out and opened the door for him.

He said, "Good morning, Mister Cuneo.

"Good morning, George, did you map out a pleasant tour for us?"

"Yes, Sir, just as you requested. 90 minutes of cruising around the city to see all the highlights. The bar's stocked with soft drinks and there are snacks in the well."

"Thank you very much, George. Now if I can wipe those looks of my nieces' faces and get them into the limousine, we can start."

Cindy said, "You told us you rented a beetle."

George responded, "The hotel calls this limousine 'The Beetle,' because it is limousine number two. Limousine number one is called 'The Aardvark.' We have a total of six limousines and they are all referred to by letter, instead of number."

Cindy looked at Fred and said, "You are never to be trusted."

"Cindy, have I ever lied to you? Have I ever said anything that I have not followed through on? I told you I rented the Beetle, and here it is."

"You said it was going to be a tight fit, and you knew it was going to be a limousine."

"The management said they were going to put aside the Beetle for me. I did not know it was a limousine, until we walked out the door."

Sandy and Danni looked at Fred and said, "If you were made out of wood, your nose would be 2 feet long."

He went over to them, and whispered in their ears, "If my nose was 2 feet long, I know exactly where I would put it."

Both girls laughed hysterically.

George said, "Mister Cuneo, our timeframe is getting tighter. We have to start immediately."

"Thank you, George; girls get into the car now."

As they pulled away from the curb, George opened the sunroof and raised the pedestal on the floor. He told the girls they could safely stand on it, and watch the sites as they went by. Four beautiful heads popped out of the top of the limousine, and Fred was left looking at four delectable asses. He knew what he wanted to do, but even if George raised the privacy window, the screams the girls would give out as his tongue reached their clits would be a dead giveaway. He sat back and dreamed of the nasty things he would love to be doing to these four beautiful women. He believed that these 90 minutes, were going to be the longest of his life.

When they returned to the penthouse, he was horny as hell. The housekeeping staff had been there, and had done a marvelous job. The smell of sex was gone, but he was in favor of returning it to the room immediately. He had to get himself under control. Sharon was doing here soon, and he had business to attend to with her.

Room service delivered the meal Fred had ordered for the two of them. The girls looked at the table and asked, "Where is ours?"

Fred said, "Junk food!"

Cheers rang out throughout the apartment.

Then there was a knock on the door, and four girls ran towards it.

Fred yelled, "Freeze."

They all looked at Fred, who was pointing back towards the living room area.

"Your mother is my guest, and I will let her in. You four behave yourselves."

He couldn't understand why he was nervous as he walked towards the front door, but he was. He opened it, and stared into the deepest green eyes he had ever seen. His mouth didn't open, until Sharon asked if she was at the right room.

"Sharon, you have to forgive me. You are stunning. Please come in."

Sharon's husband had not said anything nice to her in years. His gambling debts had turned him into a monster; both at work and at home. She spent her days and nights, at home, protecting herself and her children from him. She comes to a hotel to meet a man who has deflowered her four daughters, and has ordered her to get a divorce from her husband. Now he tells her she is stunning! She did not expect that kind of welcome. He could have called her any name in the book, but he tells her 'She is stunning!' What was this man truly after? Why hadn't her children come running to her as they always did? Why were they being so quiet? Did he have them drugged? Had he threatened them? She had to find out.

"Fred, do you have my children's feet and nailed to the ground?"

"No, Sharon, we have an agreement. They will act like young women, if they want to be treated like young women. Otherwise, I told them I would ask your permission to spank each one of them. Danni told me that they are over 18 years old, and I did not need your permission. I told her I felt obligated to ask you, anyhow. So far they are acting like demure young ladies, I kind of like it, don't you?"

"Yes, I like it. I am just not used to it."

"Would you like me to set them free, one at a time, or all at once?"

"They are my gang Fred, so could you let them go free, all at once, please?"

"Okay girls, you are free."

Four young women cheered and raced towards their mother. Sharon, spread out her arms and embraced all of them. There was one recurring theme during the initial conversation.

"Mom, why didn't you tell us sex was so much fun?"

Sharon groaned loudly, turned to Fred, and said, "What did you do to my little girls?"

"I turned them from little girls into sexually active young women."

"No, that is not all you did Fred. You taught them to love sex, just like I do. Now they are going to get married to some jerk, who can make them cum, just like I did, and they are going to ruin their lives forever."

Cindy said, "Mom, I thought you loved Dad?"

"I had four baby girls, where was I going to go? What was I going to do? He raped me when I was fifteen years old and my parents didn't believe me, when I became pregnant with you two. They disowned me. I had no choice but to marry him. It seemed I was not out of the hospital with you two, and I was already pregnant with the two of you. I guess four children in two years were enough for him, because he put me on birth control pills immediately. I never loved your father. I love the four of you. I would do and have done everything I could for you. How do you think we put away $200,000 for your college education? Your father didn't do it, I did. Every week I took something out of the food money. If he gave me money for clothes, I would buy something cheap, rather than something expensive, and put money aside for you. Everything was for the four of you. Every time a bank statement came in, I was the one that got it out of the mail. For sixteen years, he never knew the money was there, and then somehow he found a statement, and threw it in my face. He claimed I was saving it, so I could run away from him. I told him it was for your college education. He called me a liar. He beat the hell out of me and I showed him the college brochures for Sandy and Cindy. He still did not believe me. He withdrew all the money out of my account. I didn't even sign the paperwork, but he got it out, anyhow. Your lives were lost just like mine, because of that man. I did not have enough money left to buy a gun. I would have killed him, if I knew where he kept the money. Soon, men started showing up, demanding payment for money he owed. I told them where he worked, and his schedule. They found him, and they came up with this arrangement. I was horrified by it. I did not want the girls to do it, but the men scared them with the thought of their father walking around without hands, or a tongue. I would not have cared if they killed him, but I was not allowed to say or do anything. So here we are today, and I have four lovely daughters, who are now just like me; horny as hell, and looking to get laid by the next man who crosses their path."

Fred said, "Sharon, I have a question for you, between Sandy and Cindy, which one is the stronger mentally; not smarter, stronger."

"It's very simple, Fred. Cindy is the stronger of the two."

"What would you say if I told you that you were wrong?"

"First, I would tell you that I have known these girls since the moment of conception. You have only known them for a full day. Second, I would tell you that I have taught them everything they know about the world around them. You have only taught them about sex. There is no comparison."

"Sharon, your facts are true, however, the outcome is false. What you taught these girls is what you have feared since their moment of their conception. They didn't know about love, because you didn't know about love. I taught them that in less than a day. As Sandy has said time and time again, the people I work for could have put them on the streets to work as hookers, or made them into high-priced call girls. Somehow, through the grace of God, they got me instead. I know that sounds presumptuous. I am in the mess I am in because of my parents. I have to serve eighteen more years before I am set free. I have to do what they tell me to do, or I am dead. It is just that simple. They told me to fuck these four girls, so I did. If they told me to rape these four girls I would have. If they told me to kill these four girls I would have. I have no choice. They own me, because they own my father, my mother, my sister, and their business. In eighteen years, everything will be paid for, and everything reverts back to us. I will have paid with thirty-five years of my life for that privilege.

I know people, I know how they tick. I know how they think, and I know how they react. You think Sandy is weaker than Cindy. You are wrong. Sandy has an inner strength that is like the steel that holds up buildings. Even under the worst of circumstances, she will hold a family together. She will hold a business together; she will hold a community together. She has no weaknesses. She is extremely smart.

When I spoke with Cindy, I told her that she will marry very well, and she will divorce the bastard and take half of everything he has, including his business, which she will run with an iron hand. She plays 'stupid' very well. She is anything but stupid. She is waiting to be pushed. Something or someone will take her interest, and she will move heaven and earth to get to where she wants to go. I will be around to see it when it happens. I will be around to see all of you get married, and have your own children. I will be around you for very long time."

"Sandy, call security, I want four agents up here now and for the next four to six hours."

Sharon asked, "Why do we need security agents?"

"I am sending the children out to play children's games and to get junk food. You and I are going to stay here to play adult games."

Danni yelled, "You said we could stay."

"I am a man. I'm allowed to change my mind."

"That's wrong. That's something a woman is supposed to say."

"That, young lady, is a sexist attitude. Everyone is supposed to be treated equally, and I demand that right for your mother and me. If you have to go to the bathroom, do it now."

"We are not children; you do not have to tell us to do that."

Fred said, "Well, do you have to go or not?"

"Yes."

"Why are you standing there?"

"I want to get spanked, first."

Fred looked at Sharon, and asked, "The four of them have been asking for it, but I need your permission."

Sharon asked, "Which two do you want?"

Fred grinned and said, "BOTTOMS UP!"

The four girls screamed and split up.

Sharon ran after one group; and Fred after the other.

Over the next fifteen minutes, four young women learned that teasing adults about spankings led to real spankings, and real spankings turned pink cheeks to red cheeks that hurt when sitting down.

When the fun and games were over, the girls were given to the security agents, with the appropriate warnings, a goodly amount of cash to spend, and a 6 PM curfew. Dinner would be served at 6: 10 PM. Death would occur to anyone, not seated at the table and appropriately washed, and dressed at that time.

Fred locked the door to the penthouse. He turned to see Sharon unbuttoning her blouse, and looking at him.

She asked, "What are you waiting for; you said you wanted to get laid."

"Sharon, what would you say if I changed my mind, and said I wanted to make love with you instead?"

"I would say you are lying through your teeth, Fred."

"In that case, would you stop undressing so we can talk for a while?"

"What's the matter Fred, my girls wipe you out?"

"I don't think so, but I have things I want to talk to you about, and the sex can come later, if at all."

They sat in the living room talking about the two days he was with the girls. He did not talk about how much sex he had with them, he talked about them. He told her how they handled their fears, how they coped by being together, and how they used each other's strengths to multiply their own. He told Sharon how impressed he was with Sandy. He told her how, with the right education, training, and meeting the right people, she foresaw a future for her, which was unlimited.

He reiterated Cindy was bright, but lazy. Business was going to be her field, and she would enter it to spite a cheating husband.

He placed his hands on hers, and started talking about Danni. He said, "Sharon, you have to go easy on Danni. She is going to grow in bursts. She could get all 'D's this year and all A's next year. She may never finish college, but I have a feeling she is going to do great things. She has a great head on her shoulders. You have to let her grow at her own rate. Remember, people like Bill Gates and Mark Zuckerberg didn't finish college, either, and they are doing quite well for themselves.

Debbie is the wildcard. She is immature for her age. She is a sixteen-year-old girl in the eighteen-year-old body. She needs extra care and guidance, until her maturity level catches up with her age. She is like Cindy in school, but Cindy has already matured. She is very precocious about sex. When you asked me what did I do to your babies? She is the only little girl that needs your attention in that area. If I am allowed to be there, I will help her. If not, and you are too busy to help her, I will get her professional help. I do not mean a psychiatrist, because she is not crazy, she just needs a little guidance in the right direction."

"You know this about my babies after one day. Who are you 'Kreskin, the magnificent?' "Are you a mind reader, a psychiatrist?"

"I am a guy who is owned by the mob. I am a trained observer. I know how to read people. I know their strong points and their weak points. I know how to push their buttons. If I live eighteen more years, without getting caught, I am a free man. If I get caught, and I go to prison; if I do not say a word about who I work for, and what I did for them, when I get out of prison, and if I reach fifty years old, I am still a free man. Fifty is my magic number."

"What do you want with us?"

"Before I met you, I was only thinking of the girls, and the possibility of their children. I was going to make arrangements for a house big enough for them and the babies to grow up in. It was going to be close enough to a college, so the girls could attend school. I was going to have a lawyer set up nannies for the babies and an adult to make sure that the girls did not run amok, while they were home. I wanted adult supervision for them to make sure they raised the babies correctly. I wanted them to continue to be raised correctly. Then one of the girls mentioned you, because you didn't cause this problem. I told them you solved one of the problems I was having about adult supervision. Then this afternoon, I looked into your eyes, and something happened. I wanted something more than I ever wanted in my life. The problem is I can't have it for eighteen more years. I can nibble at it. I can see it every now and again, but I cannot have it all the time, until my fiftieth birthday.

"Are you for real, Fred? Do you really expect me to believe that you fell in love with me, when you saw me? Or are you just balanced on such a fine edge that you need something right now, to satisfy some yearning you have."

"Sharon, you know who I work for. If I wanted a $5000 a night hooker for free, I could get one. If I wanted a new car every week, I could get one. What I do for them is important to them. They are very generous with me. They are very protective of me, and I am very protective of them."

"So where do we go from here, Fred?"

"We can go for a walk; we can go find the kids; we can have coffee; we can talk about our future; or we can watch television. The choice is yours."

"You left one out, didn't you?"

"You did not seem to think I was being honest, so I purposely left it off the list."

"I have only been with one man my entire life, and I have hated him, that long. The sex with him is fantastic, and he always satisfies me. How would I know the difference between making love and having gratifying sex?"

"I can only talk from a man's point of view. I have had sex thousands of times, with hundreds of beautiful women, and it has meant nothing to me. I have never had a fiancé. I have never had a steady girlfriend. When I had great sex, it did nothing for me, except relieve a physical need. Yesterday, I met two young girls. I had never met them before, but I talked with them, and found their circumstances were quite similar to mine, when I was their age. I felt terrible about what I was going to do to them. There was fear in their eyes, and Cindy was close to crying. I could not hurt them. There was nothing in my being that would allow me to do that to them. After listening to their story I told them I was going to make this as pleasant an experience for them, as was humanly possible. I told them I was going to make love to them, and I did. I poured my heart and my soul into everything I did with each of your children. In doing that, for the first time in my life I felt love. I think that is how you find the difference, Sharon. When you give everything you have to someone else, you are the beneficiary."

"Show me, Fred show me how to make love."

He reached for her and pulled her up into his arms. "I was hoping your daughter's looked like you, and not your husband. I am happy to report your daughters have 99.99% of your genetic make-up, and I am thrilled about that. Let's make love like teenagers Sharon. Let's make love like it is the first time for both of us. Your children are my children for the rest of our lives. I think I fell in love with you while talking to them."

He kissed her, and waited for her to react, before he increased the pressure on her lips. He did not want to push her too fast, and he did not want to keep her waiting too long. Finally, he said, "If I overthink this I cannot give her everything I am." He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and he heard a peel of laughter. He smacked her on her rump and asked, "Are you laughing at me? Are you laughing at...ME? NO ONE laughs at ME. I spank all little girls who LAUGH AT ME. He bounced her onto the bed, jumped down beside her, and started to undress her. Loving her was going to be fun, and he wanted her to enjoy it as much as he was. As her flesh became exposed, he started kissing and licking it. Most of all, he was looking for her to react to her ticklish spots. As he found them, he committed all them to memory, for future use.

The future, in this case, was not too far away.

When he finished unbuttoning her blouse, instead of removing it, he lowered her sleeves to a point just above her elbows, trapping her arms along her sides. She was wearing a strapless bra. He reached behind her, unsnapped it, and put one of the cups on top of his head.

Sharon laughed at him, until his mouth descended on her nipple, and he began to suckle on it. She moaned, and went to grab his head, and hold him to her. This is when she realized that he had her arms trapped.
"You bastard, you did this to me on purpose. Take my blouse off, I can't use my hands."

Fred removed his mouth from her breast, and looked at her innocently. "Really, you can't use your hands? Gee, how terrible that must be."

"Don't do this to me, Fred. I have to use my hands. I will go crazy if I can't use my hands."

Placing little kisses around her mouth and jaw, he asked "Did you say crazy? Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? I think I will find out, before I release you from your current predicament."

"How did Danni put it, Fred, 'you cock sucking son of a whore.' I will get you for this."

Fred lowered his mouth to her nipple, and nipped it at its tip. Sharon moaned again, as he slid up her body to kiss her lips, again. "I was hoping you would say that Sharon, but before that happens, I am going to take you on a trip around the world, first, without you leaving this bed."

"You talk a good game, Fred. I am still half-dressed, and you are still completely dressed, when does the fun begin?"

He moved his fingers along her right flank, just below the rib cage and started tickling her. She reacted uncontrollably. Her body arched off the bed, and she started laughing, and yelling, "Stop, please, I am ticklish."

Fred stopped tormenting her and said, "Your ticklish, really, I never would have guessed it."

"I am going to kill those girls. Nothing is sacred to them."

"They didn't tell me; your body did as I was undoing your blouse. I told you I was a trained observer. It only took a simple touch and I saw your reaction. Would you like me to show you the other areas, you are ticklish in?"

"No Fred, please don't tickle me."

"As I said to the girls, the time for talking is over. Now, I want to make love with most of you."

"What do you mean 'most of me?'?"

"I am not going to release your arms. I am going to allow you to go crazy. I'm going to allow you to be loved, and allow your body to feel free to react in its own way."

"But..."

"No, I will get to your butt later."

"I am not talking to you anymore, Fred."

"Thank you Sharon, because that beautiful mouth of yours is very distracting." He attacked her lips; and her breasts with his hands.

She wanted desperately to hold him, but her arms were pinned to the sides of her body. She was not strong enough to rip the material and free herself from it. She wondered how many times he had done this to other women, because it was very effective.

He kissed down the center of her body, and licked every inch of skin along the way. As his mouth reached her belly button, his hands made short work of her pants, panties, and shoes. She had gone from half- dressed to naked in a matter of seconds. He continued his southbound trek, across her hairless mound and played at her pubic promontory. She was furious with him, when he stopped there. She was leaking all over herself, and the bed. She was waiting for his tongue to enter her, lap up her fluids and bring her to her first orgasm which was one lick of her clit away. She wanted to grab his ears, and move him where she needed him, so she could explode. However, the bastard had her arms trapped. She began moving her hips spastically, and moving her body up, in an attempt to bounce his head up and move his mouth lower. His mouth, never left her belly, or crossed the border to the area she needed him so desperately.

When she was unable to take any more of this torment, she cried out, "Please!"

The word had not finished reverberating in her ears, when his teeth nipped her clit and her orgasm slammed into her. He sucked the nub completely out of its cave and into his mouth. She cried out, "Thank you," as second orgasm crushed her ovaries. They grew exponentially in size, ferocity, and closeness, as the moments ticked by. Her third orgasm was larger and lasted longer than the previous two and her hips were off the bed, searching for something she did not know existed. The fourth had her screaming as if she had been struck with a knife. Her hips were flailing in all directions and getting nowhere, as she screamed obscenities at her husband. Sharon's fifth and final orgasm had Fred up on his feet, trying to keep his hold on her. The only part of Sharon's body remaining on the bed was the back of her head. Her legs were above Fred's shoulders; her pussy was sealed against his mouth, and her velvet tunnel had been invaded by the length of his tongue. When the spasms had ceased, and the orgasm had released her from its mind-bending grip, Sharon was fast asleep.

Fred had never brought a woman to a multiple orgasm before. As he looked down at Sharon, he was very happy that it had happened with her. He turned on the television, put on a music station, and lie down beside her. He did not fall asleep, he just looked at her until her eyes opened up and looked straight at his.

"Is it always like that?"

"It was a first for me, and I am thrilled it happened with you. I know for sure that you do not like your husband. However, your low opinion of yourself is misplaced."

"What are you talking about, Fred?"

"While you were in the midst of your orgasms, you said things about your husband you would never say to anyone, while you were fully in control of your senses. However, you blame yourself for the position you are in, and in your heart you know it's not true. I do not know anything about your parents, but anyone who would disown a fifteen-year-old child and force her into an unloved marriage is not worth a pound of shit, in my book. I don't care if you are running around in a pair of hot pants and a bandeau top; no man has a right to touch you without your permission. If your parents allowed you out of the house with those clothes on, they are as responsible for what happened to you as you were. If you were dressed in a potato sack from head to toe and you were raped, and they still blamed you, they still had no right to disown you and force you into an unloved marriage at the age of sixteen. You did nothing wrong. You had sex against your will. You were raped at the age of fifteen. You told your parents, you were raped and they didn't believe you. They disowned you, so you were raped, again. It is amazing that you survived. Your children's love for you tells everyone what a wonderful person and mother you are."

"Fred, please don't get angry with me, but I have to ask you this question. Do you do this to all the women you try to impress?"

Fred climbed out of the bed, went into the kitchen, got himself a glass of water, and sat down at the bar. "She thinks I'm playing her. I guess if I was in her position I might think so too. I will do the things for the girls I wanted to do, and I will leave it at that. I will keep in touch with them, as I promised, and make sure they have everything they will ever need."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and without turning around, he asked, "What can I do for you, Sharon?"

"I want to apologize for what I said. You have been very kind to my daughters and me, and my question was uncalled for and insulting. No man has ever been nice to me before; or he has never had a chance to be nice to me, because I was already married. I don't know how to act around a person like you; a person who wants to give me something, without taking more from me, than he is giving."

"Is your husband still living at home, with you?"

"Yes.

"No, he's not, not anymore. Stay here, I will be right back."

Fred went to his suitcase, pulled out his throwaway phone, and called the number.

"Yes."

"The Williams man has been beating the wife and children. He is not to return to the house, ever again. Ask my parents if they can have someone explain that to him very personally. Someone should pick up his effects next weekend."

"Done."

"Thank you."

He returned to the bar area and sat down next to Sharon. "Your husband will never set foot in your house again. Someone will pick up his effects next weekend. Do not go through a lot of trouble for him, just the basics: clothes, shaving gear, and shoes. He will not have time for anything else for the rest of his life."

"You did that with one phone call?"

"Yes, I told you before, I am very important to them, and they are very good to me. As long as I keep my part of that arrangement going strong, everything will be fine."

"Am I allowed to ask what you do?"

"If you ever mention a word to anyone, even the girls, I am a dead man, or I am in jail."

"I understand, I will never say a word to anyone, ever."

"My real name is Fred Hastings. I work for the Attorney General of the United States."

"Holy shit, no wonder these guys treat you very well."

"Have I made a mistake in telling you this Sharon?"

"No, but I think we should get married as soon as I get a divorce. I will not be able to testify against you because of marital confidentiality."

"No, I will not do that to you. You were forced into one marriage; I will not allow you to be forced into another one."

"Who said I was going to be forced, Fred?"

"I could have you divorced next week, Sharon."

"Would you have to make another phone call to your friends?"

"No, I would send you on a trip to Reno, Nevada."

"I forgot about Nevada's quickie divorce rule."

"Please don't jump into this. Think about it. Talk to the girls about it. Wait to see if any of the girls are pregnant. All of these things are important, Sharon, and we have not made love yet."

"Fred, I think you should ordered dinner."

"It is only 2:30 PM."

"Yes, I know. You are going to be very busy for the next 3 ½ hours, proving to both of us you want to marry me."

"What would you like for dinner?

"You order dinner, Fred. I'm going to bed to warm-up desert."

Fred looked at her as she wiggled her behind walking into the bedroom. He dropped the menu twice before he was able to contain the shaking of his hands. He began thinking of individual orders, and he said to hell with it, and ordered a party dinner for fourteen people that included steak, veal, roast beef, lobster, cracked crab, oysters, and prawns, along with all the side dishes, desserts and beverages they would need. He told them serving time would be 6:15 PM, and it would be casual.

He called the front desk, and told them he would be staying one more night. He wanted no calls, except for the Williams children this evening, and they would be going for a ride in their Mercedes later tonight. When he finished making these arrangements, he went into the bedroom and found Sharon heating up dessert, with her fingers.

He said to her, "I think dessert is done; it is time for a taste test."

Sharon turned towards him, brought her knees up to her chest, and spread them wide. Fred slipped his tongue between her swollen lips and heard Sharon take a deep breath. He lapped at her clit, teasing the little nodule out from under its hood, and slipped two fingers into her cunt to play with her G spot. He slid his body further up alongside her, until they were nearly inverted. He grabbed her legs and then turned completely in half. He removed his fingers, and replace them with his thumb, and began fucking her with it.

Sharon was approaching another organism, when she felt him biting the side of her leg and moving up towards the crook of her knee; the most ticklish spot on her body. His thumb was moving faster, his mouth was approaching that spot, and she was getting ready to cum. She was going to panic very soon.

His thumb moved to her clit, and worried it mercilessly and her hips left the bed. Her eyes never left his lips, but just as he neared the junction of her knee. He skipped over it, and began kissing her calf. With a sigh of relief, her head flew back, and she felt her orgasm begin to rise in her belly. His mouth left her leg, and moved to capture her clit between his lips. He moved his thumb back into her weeping hole, and fucked her with a circular grinding motion.

Sharon's hips were in sync, her eyes were glazed, and as she passed over the threshold again she screamed the name "Fred!"

Fred was thrilled that she called out for him, but wondered how she would feel when she realized she had two of his fingers inside her asshole.

"Fred, you do know how to make a girl feel special."

"Thank you, Sharon, it is my pleasure to give you pleasure. How do my fingers feel?"

"My breasts are always sensitive and when your fingers touch my nipples, it is like fireworks going off in my head."

"I am not talking about those fingers, Sharon. I'm referring to the two fingers that I have in your ass."

He felt the muscles around her anus grip his fingers, relax, and then grip him again. She said, "Fred, you are pervert. Nothing is supposed to go up there, the Bible says so."

"I will bet you $1 million against your ten dollars, that it does not say that Sharon. I will even run down, and buy the Bible and show it to you after you make the bet. However, as part of the bet I get to fuck you there tonight also, after I prove you are wrong."

"Our priest always say that it is immoral to do those things."

"They say it, until ministers, like Jimmy Swaggart, or priests gets caught with his dick up some young girls or boy's ass, on film. Then they will make excuses for this behavior, and refer to some obscure passage in the Bible as they reinstate him so he can make more money from his television audience. Now, are you going to take that bet, and win $1 million? Or are you going to lose ten dollars and let me fuck you up your ass."

"I didn't bring any money with me."

"I will lend you the ten dollars, without any interest."

"You are too sure of yourself, Fred. If you want a piece of my ass, you are going to have to wait, until after we get married."

"I don't know why you have such a problem with it. Cindy and the girls took it very well."

"You fucked my babies in the ass?"

"Listen to that foul mouth of yours now. I think I like it."

"You are having a deleterious effect on me, Fred."

"You have been helping Danni study for English exams."

"How did you have any time to make love to my children? You seem to know as much about them as I do."

"I told you, Sharon, I am a trained observer. I see something or hear something once, and I have it memorized. I can repeat it back verbatim. It is what makes me very valuable to my owners."

"Are you sure they are going to let you go, when you are fifty?"

"All I can do is take their word, and hope they keep it. I have no choice in the matter. I didn't at the beginning; and I don't now?"

"Fred, if you take your fingers out of my ass, I will blow you up and get you ready again."

"What would you do if I didn't tell you when I was ready?"

"Well, after I bit it, and scolded it for spitting at me, I would have to blow it up again."

"I think I would like that, except for the biting part."

"I wouldn't worry about that too much Fred, I have sensitive teeth."

"I also believe in an equal distribution of labor. I do not like lying idle while someone else is performing an arduous deed. So why don't we do a 71-2, and we will both enjoy ourselves."

"I like that plan Fred. Are you a top or a bottom?"

"I prefer being a bottom, if you don't mind."

"This will be new for me, my husband always wanted to be on top. He could always force his thing into my face from there."

"What did he force it into your face?"

"Don't start with me, Fred. You are the second man I have been in bed with in my entire life. You told me to go slow with Danni and even slower with Debbie. You are going to have to go slow with me."

"We are going to have a long distance relationship, Sharon. You will see much more of your children; then you will see of me. We will be going slowly, whether we want to or not."

"We will only be fifty Fred; young enough to live, and wise enough to stay out of trouble."

"Sharon, if you are doing what you said you were going to do, I couldn't hear you. However, I hear you, so you're not doing what you said you were going to be doing."

"Ouch! That was not supposed to happen until after it spit at you."

"That was to remind the person at the other end of this arrangement, to keep his eye on the ball."

"You see, Sharon, you have your quotes all wrong. You are supposed to keep your eyes on the ball's; I am supposed to keep my eyes on the prize."

"Whatever!"

"That's Cindy's line; couldn't you come up with anything more original?"

"Ouch! Stop that, or I will spank you."

"Don't you wish you could do that to me?"

Sharon felt him grab her around the waist, but before he was able to do anything else to her, she pushed her mouth over his dick, and down until he was buried deep in her throat. She didn't realize it was possible, but she smiled when he cried out, "BITCH!"

He had tortured her for more than an hour. It was her turn now. She nursed on his prong, withdrawing slowly, and using her tongue to keep it moisturized. Every time his hands touched her head, her teeth closed down on his dick. In no time at all, Fred got the message. This was a hands free assault on his manhood, and no assistance was necessary.

She had eight and one half inches of him in her mouth on every stroke. She gave him no quarter. She came all the way up and licked the slit at the top of his dick, and slowly, ever so slowly slid them down, until he was completely encompassed in her throat.

Fred had been working so many hours it had been a very long time for him, until this weekend. The twins had been good for him, but none of them had been like their mother. None of them had taken him into their mouths, voluntarily, and he had not asked any of them to do it. Now, Sharon had his eyes crossing because of her expertise. She knew what she was doing to him and he was enjoying it too much. He wanted this to last as long as possible, and he started thinking about work. As his mind cleared of the sensuality of the moment, his eyes focused on the clam shaped object directly ahead of him. "Fred, how could you be so stupid. She wants to play King of the Hill, and you can't play that game alone. To hell with work; attack the gates of heaven."

Sharon was luxuriating in her impending victory over his cock when she felt him grab her thighs. She didn't think he was ready to cum, but she was not sure. When he jerked her hips down and sucked on her clit, she choked on his cock. She pulled her head back and took a deep breath. "You cock sucker, you could have at least warned me."

Fred didn't answer her; he kept nibbling and sucking on her cunt. He reinserted his thumb into her pussy and pumped it as fast as he could, until she was dripping like a waterfall. His fingers were rubbing over her asshole, threatening to invade that orifice at any second. His mouth was firmly suctioned to the upper portion of her pussy, and his tongue was moving over her distended clit mercilessly.

*****

Now, it was truly a race to the top of the mountain. Who would be crowned king or queen for-a-day, or the hour? Both were energized, both were determined, and neither would be denied. In the end, it did not matter, because they both won. He came deep in her throat and she splashed all over his head and face.


They were having a very good time at the arcade, when Danni asked Sandy if it would be okay with her if she got sick.

Sandy asked her what she had up her sleeve this time.

"I want to catch mom and Fred in the act. Actually, I'd like to join them. If we are not going to see, Fred for a very long time, I am going to miss him. We have to figure out a way to find out where he works so he can buy us a home close to it. That way we can go to school there, but we can also drive him to work and pick him up. If we can lighten his workload and make it easier on him, we can see him more often. We might be able to be more like a family; a little dysfunctional, but a family nonetheless. If am pregnant, I really do want him close to me."
"What are the chances of all of us being pregnant, Danni?"

"It happened to mom the first time."

"You did have to bring that up, didn't you?"

"You asked me, so I told you."

"Okay Danni, get sick and I will round up the girls."

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When she nipped him on the tip of his prick he laughed. He told her she would need an air hose to blow him up right now. He flipped her over onto her back and climbed on top of her.

Sharon asked, "What happened to the air hose?"

"It will be around sooner or later. However, did you ever know of four teenage girls who listened to instructions exactly?"

"Are you saying my darling little girls would try to sneak back up here and try to catch us in the act?"

"There is no doubt in my mind. Why don't we shower, get dressed, sit on the veranda, and have some coffee. They will probably run in thinking we are in the middle of screwing our brains out, and we will catch them instead. I will call the front desk have them inform us when they are on their way up."

"Fred, I really believe what you said about yourself. You know how people tick and how they think. You will one-step ahead of everyone else."

They were just barely out of the shower when the phone rang, advising them the girls were in the lobby. The manager said that Danni was ill, which was the reason they were back so early.

Fred told the manager to keep them there for five minutes. He was getting the house Doctor to look over Danni. The girls tried to argue their way out of it, but it was no use. After the allotted time was up, the manager told the girls, the doctor was on another call and he would have him call the penthouse, when he was free.

The girls ran to the elevator and went over there plans to attack their mother and Fred, while they were in bed. Quiet as church mice, they slid the card into the door, opened it, and slid inside. Not wanting to take a chance of being heard, they undressed where they were, and in single file, they walked slowly to the bedroom door. At the count of three, they screamed, charged into the room, and jumped on the bed.

Cindy yelled, "They fooled us, they are in the other bedroom." The girls ran out of the master suite into the second bedroom, and no one was there, either.

Sandy noticed the living room drapes blowing and walked out on the veranda, followed by her sisters.

"What are you two doing out here, mom?"

"We are doing what adults do, darling. We are having coffee and talking. However, I am sure our neighbors are enjoying the sight of four naked young women standing here talking with us."

"Mom, no one can see us up here; it is much too high."

Fred pointed to the hotel across the street and said, "Sandy, would you waive to those eight young gentlemen, staring at you from the Marriott Hotel. They were playing tennis, but the sight of you four standing there has made them want to play a different game."

The girls looked and saw the men waving their tennis rackets at them. Instead of shrieking and running back inside, they stood there and waved back.

Fred said to Sharon, "I guess you're right; they are ready to screw everything in sight. I will send those gentlemen the number to our penthouse and have all of them come up."

Sandy said, "You wouldn't dare."

"If you are going to act like a trollop, I am going to treat you like one. Make up your mind."

"It was only a joke, Fred."

"This kind of joke gets you raped, and killed. Don't you ever do something that stupid again! Go inside, get dressed, and sit down on the couch. Your mother and I have something we want to discuss with the four of you."

Dejected, the girls walked into the living room, and awaited the verbal tongue-lashing they thought they were going to get; plus whatever news Fred and their mother had decided upon as to their future together, or apart.

Sharon said, "Fred let's strip and go in there and knock their panties off. You and I both know they wanted to join us in bed. After we tell them what we have decided to do, we will order them to sit on the couch and listen to us make love. They are not to touch themselves; or each other while we are in the bedroom. If we catch them doing so, there will be no sex for three months. If we catch them in the middle of an orgasm, there would be no sex for six months. If we catch them touching each other, they will be separated into different homes for one year, even if they are pregnant. After the screaming and yelling is done, you will threaten them with giving them back to your owners; that will shut them up. We will go into the bedroom and start making love. After I come in first time, I will continue ranting and raving about you still being in me and pumping harder, while you go out and check on the girls. Yell something at them that you know will get them in here in one second to be with us, and we will have a free-for-all. What do you think Fred?"

"Sharon, I love you, and I love all of your daughters because of what you made them. If we do this once, there will be no end to it. Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?"

"I am taking the girls to the doctor when we get home this week. If they are not pregnant, they are going on the pill. If they are pregnant, they will start their prenatal care. Do we know how to contact you?"

"Yes, I inserted half the message into Sandy and the other half into Cindy, just in case they were checked by a doctor after this weekend. They will not be, since I purchased all of you from my owners."

"Inserted; that sounds ominous. Exactly where did you insert it?"

"Exactly where your mind is thinking I did."

"Fred, you are horrible; ingenious, but horrible."

"Cindy didn't seem to think so."

"Cindy would not think a rock thrown at her head would be a bad thing either."

"The girls must be wondering what is keeping us. Let's go in there and give them a lesson to live by." Fred helped Sharon up; they undressed quickly, getting more shouts from the men on top of the Marriott. They waved, and walked inside to the startled looks of four teenaged girls.

32. Knots and Not's

Susan walked out of her front door to greet Patricia, when she arrived. She asked, "How are you feeling, Patty? I would guess it is not one of your best days."

Patricia patted Susan's expanding abdomen and said, "You would be surprised Susan. I am not as upset as I thought I might be. I did what I do best; I analyzed the subject from every angle and came up with a logical conclusion. Our marriage would not have worked, and I would never have asked for a divorce. I am too proud to admit defeat. I would have stayed with him, and tried to change him, regardless of how long it took. I would have ruined my life if I married him today, and that is why I am here, instead of there."

"Patty, I have six bedrooms, twelve horses, and 350 acres of land for you to play on. I just have one thing to warn you about before you step inside. There is a dead man walking around my house, and you are never to mention it to anyone, with the exception of your father."

Patricia's eyes opened wide, and she saw Susan start to grin. "Alan; Alan is alive?"

"No, Alan is dead. I have a dead man walking around my house, Patricia."

"I watched you on television. You should be an actress, you were magnificent."

"Wait until you see him, and you will know why."

"Elmore, bring Patty's bags to the west bedroom. I want her to see the sun setting over the mountains."

"Okay Susan, did you hear what the squad is getting Sergeant as a wedding present?"

"We have had enough killing around here for two generations, Elmore. Please tell me he is not going to want to kill the entire police force."

"We are going to take the precaution of removing the firing pin from his gun, just in case. We ordered a nose ring from a cowboy catalog: the kind they put through the inside a bulls noses. We had it plated in gold, and inscribed with the saying, "A DYING BREED."

"Elmore, I believe you guys outdid yourself. It is perfect."

"It was Amanda's idea."

"What else would be new?"

"Come on Patricia; let me introduce you to the dead man."

"Alan, where the fuck are you?"

"Where am I at 8:30 every morning? It must be the treadmill, because I hate this fucking machine."

"As you can see Patty, he is as congenial as ever."

Patricia looked at Alan and gasped. "Alan, you are skin and bones. What happened to you?"

"Do all women have defective memories? You were there when it happened. I saved your lives, and nearly lost mine."

"Don't let him play on your sympathies, Patty. He is just hungry, and he cannot eat until he finishes his thirty minutes on the treadmill."

"I need to know what happened to him, no one told us anything, except he died of multiple gunshot wounds. Then we saw the pictures you received, while we were in the airplane. He was smiling and laughing, and we thought you were fine. What happened, please tell me, I have to know."

"Let me take you up to your room and help you unpack. After you freshen up, Alan will have finished his time on the treadmill, and I will have breakfast ready. He will tell you the entire gruesome story his way, and then I will tell you the truth."

"You are trying to ruin my day and it is not even 9 o'clock yet."

Susan replied, "You ruin my day every time you wake up in the morning, and I can't get laid. I am so horny, I am thinking about bringing in a pinch hitter."

"Guys, have a little pity on me, please. After twenty-two years as a virgin, I was supposed to make love for the first time tonight. Yesterday, I find out my fiancé believes in old world Italian values, where a woman should be seen and not heard, while in public. So instead of losing my virginity tonight, I am going to be looking out a window at mountains. For the first time in my life I was looking forward to having sex, because I was so in love with my man. Now I have no prospects at all. So if you would save your arguments over getting laid, for another time, I would appreciate it."

"Patty, this is only friendly banter for us. We are sorry if we hurt you. It will not happen again. Let's go take care of your clothes, and we will sit down to breakfast." Susan gathered Patricia into her arms and led her up the stairs. It did not take long to put her things away.

Alan was stepping off the treadmill as they came downstairs. He kissed Patty and Susan, and told them he would be down, after he showered.

As they were eating breakfast, Alan gave his soliloquy of what happened at the hospital, up to the point where he passed out. Susan picked up at that point, and told Patricia what she had found out from nurse Callaway. When all the explanations were completed, Patricia was aghast, but so happy that Alan was safe and alive.

"According to Stephano, the guy inside the Justice Department has told the families that you are dead. They have checked everything out, from the hospital records, newspaper clippings, cemetery registers, and the gravesite. I don't believe they will be looking for you, ever again, but I would keep your new appearance, just in case. Do not go back to looking like Alan Robbins. Someone may catch on, and it could start someone asking questions again. This whole mess started because someone I knew from college bumped into me accidentally. I can see one problem already. The FBI is paying you your full benefits. That means it goes through the Treasury Department. If two people know a secret; it is no longer a secret. I will contact Michael, and warn him about it. He may be able to explain it away, because of the circumstances of your death. However, it is better to have that in writing, before someone asks, then after they start asking questions. My father has more money than he knows what to do with, and I have $64 million sitting in the bank myself. You do not need the government's money. We can set you up for life and keep you safe."

Susan smiled. "I know this house and this ranch may not look like much, but I keep it this way, because I love the way my grandparents built it. I do not need your money, I do not need Alan's money, I have plenty of money of my own, and I am managing Sergeant Money also. He does not have to work. He just does not know what he would do with himself, if he didn't work. Our money started in the 1800s, with the silver rush, and our great, great, great grandparents invested wisely and bought large pieces of land that backed up to the Grand Canyon, Colorado River, and every other waterway in this state. We are quite wealthy ourselves, but thank you for the offer."

"So that's what those thingies were by your computer?"

"Alan, if you weren't so weak I would beat the shit out of you. They are prospectuses, trading forms, and account information on stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and commodities that I trade either electronically or by phone. You said you didn't want to pry into my personal life, even after we were married. I should have hit you then, because it is not my personal life. It is our lives, and this little one in here. You had better start studying these things, because if I die in childbirth, you have to take over."

Alan took her hand in his and squeezed it, until she yelled. "If you die in childbirth, I am going to come after you, and kill you just for the hell of it. I am going to give our child to Cassie, and Sergeant, and haunt you for eternity. You are not leaving me, just like Sergeant would not let me leave you."

"What are you talking about now, Alan?"

"I don't know, I just remembered him yelling at me that I was taking the easy way out. He kept telling me, he was not going to let me leave you, and the baby. Then I heard this really loud sound, and that's all I remember."

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch. That is what he has been hiding from me. He called you back from the nearly dead, because he doesn't want me to be alone again. You may have been dead, or you may have been touch and go; however, that bastard yelled to you that you were still needed here, ordered you to come back to take care of me. That is why he said, I am no longer allowed to aggravate you. I will teach that son of a bitch a lesson he will never forget."

Alan laughed at her. She was fire engine red. He wanted to diffuse the situation, so he asked her if Sergeant had eaten that bagel, yet.

Susan was in the middle of swallowing her coffee, when he asked and the coffee stuck in her throat. She coughed, and Patty started pounding on her back, as Alan laughed.

As she recovered, she looked at Alan with daggers in her eyes.

"I will take that as a yes. Was it the bride-to-be's bagel or someone else's?"

"If you say that to Cassie, the real Alan Robbins will be in that cemetery plot."

Patricia asked, "Do I want to know what is so funny about a bagel?"

"Patty, you told us not to include you in anything involving sex. My husband came up with a novel description of a part of the female anatomy, using a bagel, cream cheese, and/or sour cream. Trust me when I say, you do not want me to explain it to you."

"The five families of the New York mob looked for my father and mother for twenty years and could not find them. I found my father, in less than thirty minutes. I will find out what these items have to do with each other, in short order."

"That is fine with us Patty. It is better that you find out for yourself, then either one of us, explaining it to you."

"Susan, do you have a Wi-Fi set up or do I have to plug my computer in to a telephone outlet?"

"My whole house is a Wi-Fi hotspot. You will have no problem connecting to the Internet from anywhere up to a quarter of a mile away from here. Let me write down the code for you, so you can sign in on it."

Patricia had been working on a bagel problem, on her laptop for more than two hours. Susan was working on her computer doing her financials, and Alan was resting on the porch.

The silence was broken when Patricia yelled, "Alan, you are gross."

He yelled from the porch, "It took you longer to figure it out, than it did to find your father."

"I know what a man looks like, Alan. I had to compare every part of the female anatomy to a bagel. It did not immediately occur to me that I would have to cut it in half, and turn it on its side to get the appropriate view. Then I had to figure out what cream cheese and sour cream had in common. That was the hardest part. I was about to give up, when I said to myself, "He wins; there is no sense crying over spilt milk." That image gave me the answer. You are a sick man Alan Robbins."

"Yes, I know, but Susan loves me that way."

"Do you happen to have a brother?"

"Yes, but he's a priest."

"It hasn't mattered to a lot of them, lately."

"Jamie is a straight shooter. He would kill himself, before he hurt a child."

"How much would you like to bet, Alan?"

"Betting is a sin. How about one dollar and it goes to charity?"

"One dollar it is, Alan. When can I seduce your brother?"

"He is in Rome; so he is safe from you, for a while."

"He needs to be safe from me, Alan. I thought I had to be safe from him."

"I believe you talk a good game, Patricia. It is time to put up, or shut up."

"I agree, however, the guy you want to 'put it in me' is 7000 miles away. So I am safe at this moment, and so is he. Goodnight all, I am going to bed, all by myself, again."

As she lay down in bed Patricia looked out at the mountains and she was lonely. She missed the last few days of sleeping in bed with Stephano. For the first time in her life she lay down in bed with a man, and he had honored her wishes. She had done things with him she never thought she would do before she was married. She loved Stephano, with all her heart, but her heart was not stronger than her brain. Her brain told her there was a problem that at this point was insurmountable, unless he changed his attitude towards women. She decided she would call him and see what he had to say.

"Hello Stephano, it's me."

"You're late."

"I know. I guess you got my letter; what do you think?"

"I think you ripped my heart out. I waited at the church for you, and you were no-show."

"You were so sure of yourself, you probably bet your mother I would be there, until 9:59 AM. You never gave it one chance in one thousand that I would ever disappoint you. Your superior male attitude would never think otherwise. You never thought you did anything wrong, which is part of your problem. You don't think there is problem, so therefore there is no problem. Your mother saw it right away. It was the same attitude she lived with every day of her married life. You are your father, Stephano, and if you ever want us to get back together, you are going to have to change. I cannot help you. No one can. It is something only you can do for yourself. I have spoken to many people since my wedding day; you may have said the same thing over and over again. The only way a man can change is if he wants to."

"I got that same speech from my mother, Patricia. I told her the same thing I am going to tell you, "How can you change when you don't know what you are doing wrong?"

"That's easy Stephano, take a voice activated tape recorder with you, and listen to how you speak to people during the day. Listen to how abrupt you are with women, and how friendly you are with men. When you order lunch from your server you are very curt. If it happens to be a waiter listen to how smooth your voice is. I miss you, Stephano. I am in bed by myself, and I don't want to be. I so wanted to be lying next to you, but loving you was not enough. You did not respect me when we were in public. You treated your mother the same way your father treated her. In public, it was like she was not there. I will not be treated like an afterthought. I love you, Stephano; I hope you will call me soon."
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Cassie and Sheriff were lying in bed the day before the wedding, and she asked him what he was going to wear. He calmly said, "My dress uniform, of course."

"What is the punishment in this state for killing an idiot? You will wear the pink dress, before you will wear that uniform."

"The only suit I have is fifteen years old, and I don't think it will fit me anymore."

"Our wedding is not until 2 in the afternoon. You can be at that men's store, in Prescott at 10 o'clock in the morning. Get yourself two suits, four shirts, and eight ties. No, wait one minute." Cassie picked up the telephone and called Amanda.

"Hello, little girl, you finished screwing Joe's brains out yet?"

"Are you keeping tabs on my sex life again, Cassandra. Is Sergeant not filling you up anymore?"

"No, he is still keeping me full. I have a favor to ask of you for tomorrow morning. Would you accompany Sergeant to Prescott? He needs two suits, shirts, ties, the whole shebang. If I left it up to him, he would come back with plaids and stripes. I need someone with taste to go with him, and Susan, has her hands full with her idiot."

"I am committed for tomorrow morning, but Susan does have a houseguest. Patricia does have good sense, when it comes to men. Sergeant also wanted her to meet Felix. It could kill two birds with one stone. I will set it up for 9 AM, if you want me to."

"Set it up Amanda, he will be at Susan's at 8:30 AM for breakfast. It means I can get beauty sleep for my wedding."

"You get any prettier lady, and someone is going to steal you away from the man of your dreams."

"Yeah, like my former husband."

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At 8:30 a.m., Alan was cursing at his treadmill, because the doctors had upped his speed again.

Patricia was helping Susan make breakfast, when Sergeant walked in the door. He said, "Cousin, if you are trying to keep him a secret, you had better soundproof this house. I could hear you cussing at him, when I was turning off the highway."

"I will get a bridle for him, and put a bit in his mouth. That should shut him up."

"I wasn't talking about him cousin, I was talking about you."

"Watch your mouth Sergeant, or you will never get fed in this house again."

Alan yelled, "Way to go, Sergeant!"

"Shut up Alan, I will have Callalily come here with your enemas."

"I thought you said you could handle me better than she could?"

Susan took the steak out of the frying pan, turned off the burner, grabbed a potholder, and turned towards the living room, where Alan was walking on the treadmill.

Patricia yelled, "Susan, don't do it!"

Alan saw her coming, but continued running on his treadmill. He said, "Just think Susan, the baby has to grow up knowing the mother killed the father, and the mother has to spend the rest of her life in jail because of it. What a stigma that is to live with all your life."

"I am not going to hit you in your head Robbin's, that would be useless. I am going to hit you where your brains are." She reared back and smacked him on his ass.

Alan had to grab onto the side rails, so he did not fall off the treadmill. "You bitch; I will get you for that. Sergeant, are you absolutely sure you want to get married, look what she has turned into."

"Unfortunately, Alan, I am as hooked as you are. Terrible, isn't it?"

Patricia listened to both men talking about the two women they idolized and loved. She had already seen how Alan didn't want to live without Susan, and even though they had these cat and dog fights, every day, they always had each other's best interest at heart.

When she was in the car with Sheriff, and she asked him about his relationship with Cassandra, and she was blown away. Here was a man, as strong in mind, and in body, as any she had ever met, yet, all his life, he was afraid to approach this one woman, for fear of rejection. He could face danger coming at him from the barrel of a gun, but rejection from one female was too much for him to risk. She had to order him to come to her house before he would go. Patricia found it amazing. All her life, men had pursued her. They were always stronger, and more persistent. She watched all her female friends get gobbled up by stronger male personalities. Some were able to grow into their own, because of their intellect. Even those showed signs of being subservient to their husbands in public. Was there something different out here in the West that made strong men like stronger women? Maybe she would do a study on it. She remembered listening to a professor, when she was in college, say that the West was not won by the likes of Wyatt Earp, and Buffalo Bill Cody, it was won by wagon trains bringing women and children to the West. It was the women and children that forced changes in attitudes towards lawbreakers. Bank robbers and train thieves were no longer admired and their days were numbered, because the money in those banks belonged to the men, women, and children, who lived in those new towns that were growing in the West.

She scolded herself, "Patricia, you are not out to solve everyone's problem, you have to solve your own first. After you do that, maybe you can help someone else."

Sheriff noted that Patricia had become quiet. "What is the matter, Patty?"

"You are, Alan is, Joe is, and I don't understand it. Three of the bravest, strongest, biggest men I have ever known, and women rule your lives. Well, not really rule, but they are your equals and you do not push them around like they are clay in your hands. Joe could squish Amanda like a bug, yet he protects her like Fort Knox. Alan doesn't want to live without Susan, and he told her so. You put yourself in front of machine gun fire, but you would not talk to Cassandra, because you were afraid she would reject you. I meet a man and I fall desperately in love with him. He treats me like a goddess in private. In public, he wants me to be seen and not heard. It is the reason I am not married today. He does not respect me, like the three of you respect your women. If you could tell me why, I would not have a problem."

"You are not going to like my answer, Patty, but it is the truth. Joe and I are very simple people. We live very simple lives. We love our neighbors and most of them are friends. Most of us grew up together, and that makes our lives very easy. As far as Cassie and me, I already told you, our story. It is the story of Joe and Amanda that would really set your panties on fire. He was the laughing stock of the city for the entire year, she let him chase her. She was a mink, and he was a skunk trying to get rid of his white stripe. She wanted him, but she was not going to let him know it. She would drop a hint that her house had a broken floorboard on her deck and she was going to hire someone to repair it. She would go home at night, and have a brand-new deck. He would get fined because he didn't pull a permit. She kept dropping hints about things that were wrong at her house, and he kept fixing them. By the time they got married her house was completely fixed up. She put it on the market, got top dollar for it. She moved in with him, and had him start repairing his house. You could hear his screaming all the way in downtown. She did not talk to him for weeks. He could not stand the silence. He served her with divorce papers, thinking she would break down and stop the nonsense. She signed them immediately. He broke down, instead. He cried like a baby when she signed those papers, and he has not yelled at her since."

"What about Alan, Sergeant? He was a city boy. College graduate, worked undercover for the FBI, twice divorced, been through the mill the hard way, even went through the bottom of the bottle. How do you explain his relationship with Susan?"

"Do you believe in love and first sight, Patricia?"

"Love; or lust at first sight, Sheriff?"

"One or the other, Patricia, because both are needed for a relationship."

"Tell me more Sheriff; I'd like to hear about this."

"From what I am told, you started the dominoes falling, Patricia."

"Me! What did I do?"

"You blew up Alan's computer."

"Oh my Lord, it was him; that is really funny."

"I will give you the abridged version. You blew up Alan's computer. He brought it in to get fixed, which was not possible. Our computer person told him to get some riding lessons, and sent him to Susan's ranch. Susan talked Alan into some riding lessons that did not include horses. They were married a few months later, after she told him she was pregnant. They were both thrilled, because it was a first for both of them. She got him out of the bottom of the bottle and into a new life. She had been married once before, and he turned out to be a real bastard. She swore she would never marry again, until Alan knocked her heels over her head."

"Did they get married because of the baby?"

"No, he asked her, before they knew she was pregnant. However, he would not let her answer, until this thing with your fiancé in the cave was completed. No one knew what the final act would be, so he wanted to wait. Once he found out she was pregnant, they got married that weekend to make sure she was protected by the government for insurance and everything else. He never inquired about how much money she had. He didn't care; he only wanted Susan."

"I have got to get Stephano out here to talk to you men. He has been surrounded by the wrong type of people all his life. Gangsters do not make good role models. I wonder if he would come and stay out here for a while. He has to hide, why not hide here. Do you need an unpaid deputy?"

"I could always use someone extra on the midnight shift."

"Would you like to make a phone call to my fiancé and tell him he missed a 'Courting Date' in Cottonwood. When he finishes tripping over his tongue, you can give me the phone."

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"May I speak to Stephano Valentino please?"

"Whom may I ask is calling?"

"This is Sergeant Sherwood of the Cottonwood police."

"This is Stephano, Sergeant, how may assist you?"

"Mr. Valentino, you missed a 'Courting Date,' in Cottonwood, two days ago, and your presence is required at the Public Safety building, within five business days. Will you be there, or do we have to put out a Bench Warrant for your arrest?"

"Sergeant Sherwood, although I admit being in the area of Cottonwood, I have no idea what I could have been doing that would have been grounds for an arrest. What are the charges against me?"

Patricia took the phone from Sergeant, and said, "Mental Cruelty, and Physical Torture. Are you going to be there or not?"

"It all depends, are you going to show up this time or not?"

"I will be there, surrounded by armed guards."

"Why would you need to be protected from me?"

"According to my father, your last words were when I get my hands around her throat..."

"I didn't mean that Patty, and you know it."

"I will believe it when you are in chains, again."

"Why are we meeting if this is going to be your attitude?"

"I love you, you ignorant bastard; that is my problem. I am trying to figure out a way for you to change your ways, without my interfering with your growth process. I believe I have found it, but you have to be here to listen and understand what is going on. If you are in, fine. If you are out, we are done. At least I will know I will have to begin looking for a new life, and so will you. There are no guarantees that this will work. There are no guarantees in life. We will not be living together. We may not even see each other. We will talk over the phone. The judge will be our go-between and our arbiter. I am told that she is fair, honest, and as hard as nails. Neither one of us should expect a break from her. I want this to work. I want us to work, but I have to be treated as an equal, not like arm candy."

Stephano said, "I will rent a car, and be in Cottonwood, in an hour. I will check out of my hotel, and look for a place to stay up there."

"Don't expect to stay at a hotel for more than one or two days. Your housing arrangements will be taken care of after that. Where are you now?"

"I am having breakfast in the restaurant of my hotel in Prescott. I have come to like the climate here."

"What is the name of the hotel?"

"It's the Spring Hill Suites Hotel."

Sergeant overheard the name of the hotel and flashed three fingers.

Patricia said, "A police car will be outside your hotel in four minutes to pick you up; be outside, and don't forget to pay your bill." She hung up the phone before he could respond.

Sergeant said, "I told you three minutes, not four."

"I know, but I wanted to check my makeup first. Pull over for a moment please."

Sergeant looked out the window of the car and said, "God bless you women; you cannot live without them, (Patty joined Sergeant at this point) and you cannot kill them all." They looked at each other and laughed.

Her makeup now perfect, Patricia gave Sergeant the go-ahead to continue.

Sergeant picked up his police radio microphone and turned to the local channel. "Felix, are you working today?"

"So help me, Sergeant, if you are asking me for another favor. I am going to take my shotgun off the shelf and double load it."

"Would I do that to you on my wedding day? You are going to be on time, right?"

"Absolutely nothing could keep me away from your wedding Sergeant."

"I have a young woman with me, who is not my intended bride. I want you to meet me at that men's shop on Crossroads. Cassie would not let me get married in my uniform, so I have to get suits, and everything. This young lady is to make sure I buy something that has style and good taste."

"Thank God Cassie has good sense, Sergeant, because you have no taste at all."

"I am marrying Cassandra!"

"She had to hit you with a Mack truck to get the message across."

"Back to the reason I'm speaking to you, friend. I want you to give the young woman I am with a real Latin welcome. Do you understand me, Felix, the whole nine yards? The young man who is going to be with us is her former fiancé. He has a few marbles loose when it comes to how to treat a woman. I want to start his education today. You, my friend, get to be the letter 'A.'"

"Will she be prepared for it?"

"You come in the door and scream 'Patricia' and go for broke. She will be ready."

"Okay, Sergeant, you have made my day, and I hope to make hers."

"See you soon my friend."

"Patricia, when Felix walks into the store and screams your name, scream his name, and run to him. Be prepared to get your head swallowed, because his lips will be all over yours."

"How am I supposed to explain that to Stephano?"

"Felix is an old and dear friend."

"Felix is an old and dear friend who has just made me cum in my pants. Is that what you want Stephano to think?"

"Can you think of a better way to get his mind focused on the task at hand?"

"No, but I don't want him to start out by being angry either."

"Patricia, hold your ground. You are not asking for more than fifty percent. However, you will not take less than fifty percent, either. There he is; let's get this show on the road."

Patricia exited her side of the car and kissed Stephano lightly. She told him to sit in front because there was more legroom and he was much taller than she was. She got into the back, and that ended their discussion. Two minutes later they were at a clothing store, and Patricia said to Stephano, "Sergeant needs two very good suits. The cost is not a problem. The style, fit, and cut are. You have always dressed well; make yourself useful, and help him on his wedding day.

Stephano looked at her when she said those last three words, because she accentuated them. She also looked him straight in his eyes when she said them. As if scripted for a movie, from behind her, Felix yelled, "Patricia!"

She turned around and saw a police officer standing there. It could have been anyone, because she did not know Felix from a hole in the ground. She yelled, "Felix!" She ran to him, and jumped into his arms. Felix delivered as promised, and Patricia was not immune to his assault. This man was an accomplished lover, and she was not the first woman he had ever kissed. When they came up for air, Patricia whispered in his ear, "Do all Latin men kiss as well as you do?"

"We have a kissing contest in this town every year. I came in third this year."

"I hope the girl who kissed the winner wasn't wearing panties. They would have been so wet; they would have fallen down to her ankles."

"You do know how to flatter a man Patricia. How do we know each other?"

"You lived in Glens Falls, New York, that's all he needs to know." Patricia took his hand and led him over to Stephano, and Sergeant.

"Sergeant, you have a death wish. You told me someone in Prescott, knew me, but didn't tell me who or from where. Cassie was nearly a widow before she got married. You cannot do that to a girl, not with a friend like Felix. She turned and kissed Felix on the mouth heartily one more time."

Stephano's blood pressure was setting record heights on both ends of the scale, and he had not yet been introduced.

Patricia asked Felix how long he and Sergeant had known each other. He responded that they had been really good friends for three years, before that Sergeant was just a pain in the ass.

The talking went back and forth for about fifteen minutes, without Stephano being invited to join the conversation. Finally, Stephano said, "Sergeant, you are here to buy suits for your wedding this afternoon. If they have to be tailored we have to get moving, very soon."

Felix said, "You and Sergeant do your thing; while Patricia and I catch up on our lost years."

They sat on couches, centrally located in the suit department. They watched what Stephano was picking out, for Sergeant to wear. The associate was staying out of Stephano's way, because he was in fear of his life. Stephano was discarding suits like yesterday's laundry. Finally, Patricia stood up, walked behind him, and asked, "How did you like it?"

Stephano wheeled around to face her, and said, "What are you talking about?"

"How did you like being ignored, while you were in a group of people having a conversation? How did it make you feel, not being allowed to add your point of view?"

"Is this what I do when I am with you?"

"You, not only do it with me, you do it with any woman. You do it with your mother. You do with women in restaurants, on airplanes; you even did it when you were warning the women at my school about the dangers of being kidnapped. How you managed to belittle women, while warning them about the dangers to their lives absolutely startled me. I thought I was reading you wrong. I thought I was hearing your words and putting them in the wrong context. I had been accused of doing that many times, during my school years. I was so far ahead of everyone else; they thought I was being condescending. I never meant to be insulting, but it came across that way, because I could not understand why a concept that was so easy for me to see was so hard for them to grasp. I don't know if that is your problem, part of your problem, or not your problem. I am not a psychologist. All I can tell you is, from what I saw this last fifteen minutes, you reacted the same way I did when I sat down at the computer trying to figure out if I wanted to get married to you or not. The way you handled those suits, were the same answers I put down on the paper. I wanted no part of a life with you; because of the way you were going to treat me. Now I want to know what you are willing to do about it."

"Who is Felix?"

"None of your business."

"You never kissed me like that."
"I have scars on the inside of my mouth that would differ with you."

"Who is Felix?"

"He came in number three in last year's kissing contest."

"Who the hell came in number one?"

"Do you want me to ask him, so I can take the guy for a test drive?"

"No, Felix will do nicely."

"I wish I had brought another pair of panties with me, because he did very nicely."

"There is a lingerie store down the block. I could always help you change into a new pair of panties."

She showed him her left hand. "Stephano what is missing from the third finger of this hand?"

"Your wedding band is missing."

"Why is it missing from my third finger?"

"We have miscommunication in our relationship. It has to be repaired, before we can go forward."

"Do you know what you have not said to me since I did not show up at church on Saturday? I must have said it six times, and you have not said it once. Do you know what it is Stephano, or do you not have a clue?"

"I have not told you that I love you."

"Would you like to explain to me why you have not told me you love me, or should I just assume that all your feelings for me have been negated by my not showing up. Has your pride has been so mortally wounded by a woman, you can never possibly forgive her, or love her again."

"If I say I love you now, it does not mean a thing, because you asked me to say it. My problem is I thought I gave you everything I had. I offered you my body and my soul, yet it was not enough for you. I put myself in danger for you. I pushed myself away from you to keep you away from danger, and still it was not enough for you. I do not know if I will ever be enough for you."

"If that is the way you truly feel, I think we are done. I will make sure you have a computer in your hotel room tonight. I want you to do what I did before I made a decision not to marry you. List all the things that you did specifically for me. Then think of the things that I did specifically for you. When you finish, make a list of the reasons you want to marry me, and the reasons you don't want to marry me. You can drop the lists off at the Public Safety building on your way out of town, or you can leave them a phone number where you can be reached. You can leave now; Felix will show you the door. I will help Sergeant."

Stephano looked at her as she turned away from him. She had dismissed him. He wanted to say something, but he did not know what. She wanted their relationship to work, and she said so every time they spoke. He didn't know what he wanted to do with this new set of parameters. Why did they argue every time they were together? His mother never argued with his father, neither did his aunts with his uncles. The women were always shunted off to one side, while the men in his family held court. The more he thought about it, the more it began to sink in. Even though Italian families were notoriously matriarchal; because his family was mob connected, the reverse is true. As he stood outside the store thinking about this anomaly, he realized he was the problem, and he had to change to make things work. He started walking back towards his hotel. He took out his cell phone and called William.

"William, this is Stephano; please do not hang up on me. Is my mother still with you?"

"Yes she is, but if you called to insult her again, I will not give her the phone."

"No William, I have called to apologize for my behavior, and to ask for advice."

Stephano talked with his mother for nearly 30 minutes and was crying by the time the conversation was over. How could he have missed all the signs of domination, by the men in his family, over their wives as he grew older? Youthful ignorance was one thing, but as you grew into a man, these things should have become obvious to him. All the psychology courses he took as part of his undergraduate and graduate degrees failed him, when he looked at his own family. He was trained to see these faults in other people, and use it against them in business relationships. Yet he missed them in his own home. He would still use the computer as Patricia asked him to do. He would make the two lists and see what he had done specifically for her, and what he had done for himself. Then he would list the reasons he wanted to marry her, and the reasons he did not want to marry her. When that is done, he would make his decision, just like she had on the night before their wedding.

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Cassandra Middleton was beautiful in her rose-colored dress, as she was walked down the center aisle of the Episcopalian Church, escorted by her brother Michael.

Sergeant looked great in his new black with silver pinstripe suit, silver shirt, black tie, and black low-cut boots. Susan's chest was almost out as far as her stomach, when she looked at her cousin standing there waiting for his future bride.

The Right Rev. Godspeak smiled at the congregation and asked them to be seated. He said, "Dearly beloved, before we start, I have something important, I have to get off my chest. Amanda darling, where are you."

Amanda stood up on the bride's side of the aisles and said, "I am here Your Grace."

"Amanda, I just wanted to thank you for putting the dress and the pants on the right people this time. Cassandra does look much nicer in pink, then Sergeant does and her legs much nicer to look at."

"Anything to please you, Your Grace."

"Friends, by my calculations these two people have known each other for thirty years. They should be celebrating their twentieth anniversary, instead of getting married today. However, one of them, I won't say which one, but he is losing hair and gaining weight, while she is becoming lovelier by the hour, did not have the courage to say hello. Everyone in their high school knew they were meant for one another. Their parents knew; their friends knew, people in Sedona knew, people in the state capital knew. There was only one person who didn't know. Even when he came home from serving four years in the Marine Corps, and repeatedly getting hit over the head with blunt objects, he still did not know. Finally, the State of Arizona decided he was gay. It was the only explanation that fit and we forgave him for allowing this beautiful woman to marry someone she should not have. Thankfully she got rid of him, in short order. During the ensuing years, a funny thing happened to us. Our Sergeant became our Sergeant, and showed no signs of being gay. After the recent horrific events which happened in this area, he was not given a choice. Our strong, civic minded, public servant was called to the altar of love, and he passed the test. He stands before us today to give up his vow of bachelorhood once and for all. If he dares mention the word divorce or dies before giving this wonderful woman twenty-nine years of devoted service, I personally will grab him by the scruff of the neck, and bring him back to serve the rest of his time here on earth, with her, because she richly deserves his company.

Do you Cassandra Middleton take as your lawful wedded husband Sergeant John Sherwood...for as long as you both shall live?"

Cassandra smiled and said, "After that build up Reverend, I think I will."

"Do you Sergeant John Sherwood take Cassandra Aurora Middleton as your lawful wedded wife...for as long as you both shall live?"

"I will and for longer if she will have me."

"By the power vested in me, by the Episcopalian church and the State of Arizona, I now pronounce you man and wife. Cassandra, you may kiss your tardy husband."

There was uproar in the church as the new couple, kissed for the first time. Sergeant had a tear in his eye and Cassandra asked him what the problem was.

"The Reverend, Susan, and everyone else knew it, except me. Look at all the time we lost. I can never make that up to you. I was such a fool. I had no courage when he came to pursuing you. You are so beautiful Cassandra, just so beautiful."

"We cannot go backwards; we start today and go forwards. We have plenty of time. You are retiring next year, start training someone, because we are going traveling."

"Where do you want to go?"

"The first thing I want to do is to ride down the southwest rim of the Grand Canyon. It is supposed to be the most beautiful part of the canyon. No one goes that way, because there are no roads. It will be you, me, and a few pack animals. Two or three months in the wilderness. What could be better?"

He grabbed her in his arms, and said, "Nothing Cassandra, nothing at all."

When Patricia was introduced to Cassandra, Amanda told her she was the one responsible for picking out Sergeants clothing. Cassandra hugged her, and told her the suit, shirt, and tie were perfect.

Patty told her it was easy; it's the way they dressed the manikin."

After the greetings were finished, Patricia got into the car with Susan, a disguised Alan, and Elmore for the trip home to the ranch.

Elmore said, "Patty, you will find out sooner or later, but your boyfriend was there."

"He was? What was he doing there?"

Alan said, "Seeing how the other half lives, I guess"

"What do you mean, Alan?"

"You sent him packing this morning, in Prescott. You told him to make his lists, and to make his mind up one way or the other. So why is he here this afternoon, looking at someone else's wedding? Do you think that the Rev. Godspeak could get away with a sermon like that in New York? Would Bruno allow his son to be talked to like that? I don't think so."

Patricia said, "Maybe, but something else had to have happened. My father had something to do with this, I know it."

She picked up her cell phone and called him. "Hello Papa, what did you do to Stephano?"

"Are you accusing me of some sort of subterfuge, with your former fiancé?"

"Since you put it that way, yes I am."

"In that case, daughter, I am shocked by that accusation. He did call earlier today, but he spoke with his mother. I was not privy to that conversation. They were on the phone for a long time, and I did not pry into what was said."

"I know you would never pry into someone's private conversation, but what did Victoria tell you about their conversation, dad."

"You are getting too smart for my own good Patricia. You are using my own words to trap me in a corner. Stephano had an epiphany today and realized something that should have been obvious to him while he was growing up. He told his mother, with all his training, he missed the most obvious signs of abuse in his own home. Victoria told me by the end of the conversation, he was crying. Do not coddle him now Patricia. He has a lot of thinking to do, and a lot of work ahead of him."

"He showed up, unannounced, at a friend's wedding this afternoon and left the same way. Why would he do that dad?"

"There are many good reasons, Patricia; however, the one that jumps out at me are he wanted to see what he missed out on. He knows he would not have had his friends and family around him, but I think he wanted to hear two people exchange vows of love between one another."

"I hope you're right, dad. I will know in the morning if there is a list at the Public Safety building, or not. Say hello to Jemma and Victoria for me; I love all of you; goodbye."

33. A Marriage with Four Concubines

Fred and Sharon had just finished telling the four girls that they were going into the bedroom, to make love. They were told what the consequences would be if they were caught doing any of things they had been warned about. Then, to add insult to injury, they were told to strip.

Debbie said, "That's not fair; you are setting us up to fail."

Sharon looked at Fred and said, "I told you she was smarter than Cindy. They are all looking at a minimum of three months with no sex. It will be like; they will be virgins again."

Sharon could see the girls concentrating and said, "There will be none of your private conversations. If you want to curse at me, say it out loud and not between yourselves. You know I hate when you do that."

Fred laughed. He said, "Maybe we should add an extra month to each penalty for their private conversations."

Fred heard his throwaway phone ring. He said, "Everyone stay here, and stay mute."

He picked up the phone and said, "Yes."

"The parents say you are not to take any action in reference to the vault. Alternate arrangements will be made."

"I will forward the phone number by the secure method."

"Thank you."

Fred took the SIMM card out of the phone and destroyed it. It was the tenth conversation used on it, and that was the maximum allowed. He would replace it with one of the dozens of others, he had stored in his apartment building. He kept none of the extras in his own apartment.

He walked back into the living room, took Sharon by the hand, and said to the girls, "Be good or there will be hell to pay."

As a parting gift to the girls, Fred turned on the sixty inch television and played an X rated movie called, "Girls Will Be Girls!" As the title indicated it was girl on girl action, plus the use of various size dildos; both vaginally and anally.

Sandy yelled, "You are a real prick, Fred."

He kissed her sweetly and said, "Yes, and I have the only real one in this room."

Fred took Sharon to bed, but he did not fuck her. He made love to her as he promised. She came until she cried; and she cried many times, before they were finished loving each other.

Sharon may have been addicted to sex, but she had never experienced lovemaking like Fred had made love to her that afternoon.

"Fred is that how you treated my girls?"

"Sharon, don't ever compare what we just had together, to what I had with our daughters. We just had a lovemaking experience, the likes of which I have never experienced. I love our girls because of the way you raised them. I am in love with you."

"I feel the same way, Fred. I have never felt loved or been made love to the way you have made me feel today. I will be the best wife and lover, you have ever known."

"Shall we see what we have done to our daughters?"

"I think they will be passed out by now. The couch should be soaked. I think ice water would be an appropriate punishment."

Sharon began saying as they walked to the door, "Oh Fred, my ass, not in my ass, you're too big, you will split me in half. Please Fred, have mercy. Oh, Fred, it feels so good, deeper, go deeper; I never knew could feel so good."

As they stood behind the couch, the four girls were no longer on it. They were on the floor, in various forms of sexual disarray.

Sharon whispered, "Do you think we went too far?"

"I think the movie may have been overkill. Let's get the water."

They retrieved the ice buckets from both bathrooms and filled them to brim with the frigid liquid. They returned to the living room and doused the sleeping children with it.

The girls screamed as a reaction to the cold water, as they were rudely awakened.

Sharon screamed, "What the fuck is going on in here? You were given simple instructions, which you were unable to obey. I am totally and completely disgusted with you all. I am going back to bed. I am going to leave Fred to meet out your punishment."

Sandy begged her mother not to do it. "Mom, he will give us the maximum. He will not let us have sex for a year. After experiencing it for the first time and enjoying it so much, you may as well cut off our arms; you know how painful it will be for us. You went through it, please, help us."

"The four of you should have thought about that before you disobeyed simple instructions. You deserve whatever punishment, Fred decides to give you. He paid $500,000 for your freedom and mine. The least you could have done was obeyed his instructions."

As she turned her back on her children, Sharon had a smile on her face a mile wide.

Fred had a menacing look on his face as he looked at the four of them. Sandy asked him not to punish the other three. She would take all the punishments upon herself, if he would give leniency to her three sisters.

"Sandy, I told you that you were the strongest one, and you have proved me right again. However, you all broke the rules and you all have to face consequences. Sandy, you may go to your mother. I will let her decide your fate."

"Which of you three broke down first, and don't lie to me, because I will know it immediately."

Debbie said she did. "It wasn't the damn movie; it was listening to my mother being happy, while she was getting laid. My dad would fuck her regularly, but she never sounded happy. She sounded happy today, with you."

"Debbie, you may go to your mother, and she will punish you, also."

"Danni, did you cheat by getting inside Cindy's head, again?"

"Dammit Fred, how do you always know everything about me?"

"One simple statement, Danni. ' I told you I was smarter than you were.'"

"One day, I am going to learn to keep my big mouth shut."

"I enjoyed it very much, when your big mouth was open. As I told you, with a little more practice, you could get the entire thing into your throat."

"Is that my punishment?"

"No, Danni. Cindy, you may go to your mother, she will give you your punishment."

Danni realized she was alone, with Fred and wondered why? "Fred, how much trouble am I in. My sisters are in with our mother, and I am alone out here with you?"

"When we were in bed together. How much trouble were you in then?"

"None at all, I had a wonderful time with you."

"If you had a wonderful time then, why would you worry about being alone with me now?"

"It was a stupid question, Fred. Please forgive me."

"Danni, you can join your mother."

As she entered the room, her sisters said, "It is about time Danni. Mom said we could not start to play, until all of us were in here together."

"Play, play what?"

Cindy said, "She thinks she is smarter than I am mom"; as she began suckling on her mom's breast. Debbie went for the other breast, as Danni realized what was happening and ran to get to her mother's face and lips.

Sharon said, "Give me your pussy, Danni. I want to taste you; I have wanted to taste you again since that first time, when you were an infant, and your little clit was sticking out."

Sandy looked at her mother, and asked if she could visit the place she came out of.

Sharon replied, "As long as I can taste you, you can taste me, baby."

The first thing Sandy realizes it was her mother's pubic area was completely clean. There was not a hair to be found anywhere, from the top of her pubic bone, to her ass. It was a question she would ask her mother, later. As her tongue entered her mother's slit, her hips jerked off the bed. Sandy went after her mom's clitoris, because it seemed to be her most sensitive spot. She added a finger into her mother's vagina, searching for that rough spot on the top lining of her velvet sheath. She could not believe how tight her mother's pussy was. She had given birth to two sets of twins; and had a very active sex life. How could she be so tight? This was another question she would have to ask her mother about later.

Sandy felt a pair of hands spreading her legs apart. She turned her head and saw Fred, smiling behind her. She felt his cock sliding up and down her split, preparing to enter her. She turned her head to her mother's dripping pussy, and continued trying to bring her to her "first 'daughter induced' orgasm." She felt Fred enter her pussy and her muscles contracted around him. He felt wonderful inside her. The feeling transferred itself to her tongue, which worked it's magic on her mother's vagina dripped faster. As her tongue moved, her mother's hips moved, until they were no longer touching the bed.

Sandy was no longer paying attention to Fred, as he used her own fluids, to lubricate her ass hole. He slipped out of her for a few seconds, to slip on a condom, and slid back into her pussy. Sandy did not notice any difference.
As her mother approached her orgasm, Sandy's total concentration was on her. As Sharon screamed her passion into Danni's pussy, Sandy's mouth stayed firmly attached to her place of birth. Fred swiftly slipped out of Sandy's vagina, and slid his prick easily into her unsuspecting asshole. Sandy crossed her eyes and shook her mane of hair, when she realized what Fred had done to her. She wanted to scream at him for tricking her again. However, she felt no pain during his impromptu invasion of her anus, so she turned her head and said to him, "I should have known you were going to do that to me. You can never be trusted, with an upturned ass."

As Sharon came down from her reverie, she looked over her shoulder and said to Fred, "You made Sandy's eyes cross. I did not know that happened when you stuck your dick up a woman's ass."

"How badly did I hurt you, Sandy?"

"You didn't hurt me, Fred, and that's what scares me. What else can you do to me that should hurt me, but doesn't hurt with you, but will with someone else?"

"If that someone else ever shows up in your life, get rid of him immediately. It means he is out for his own pleasure and not for a mutually pleasurable experience. If he causes you a problem, you come to me, and I will solve it for you. I will always be here for you, your sisters, and your mother."

"Do you mean that Fred, you will always be around?"

"Sandy, you are the smartest of the group. Where was your mind when your mother and I said we were getting married?"

Four heads popped up from the bed and said, "You never told us anything of that kind."

Sharon said, "Two adults overrule four children. We told you we were getting married as soon as my divorce is finalized. It is the reason you were allowed to play with us today. After I am married to Fred, these little get-togethers will stop. We may invite one of you into our bed at a time, but not all four of you. When we go home tomorrow, we are going to the gynecologist to see if any of you are pregnant. If not, you are all going on the pill. If any of you are, you are going on your prenatal vitamins. Fred will make arrangements after we know for sure. Now, everyone take a shower and get dressed. Fred has a surprise for us, which we will see, after dinner."

The meal was massive, and no one was hungry, because everyone wanted to see the surprise Fred had for them. When they entered the garage level, Sharon's van was directly in front of them. It was completely detailed and it looked like it came out of the showroom floor.

Sharon said, "Fred, what did you do to my van?"

"That is not your van, Sharon that is the school bus for the girls."

Fred nodded his head to the driver in her van, and he backed it out of the way. Sharon's brand-new Mercedes 11 seat custom van came into view."

Fred said to Sharon, "This is your van."

Four girls screamed and rushed towards the Mercedes, until Fred yelled, "Freeze!"

Danni yelled, "Dammit Fred, you are no fun."

"Young ladies, whose van did I say that was?"

"It's mom's van."

"If it is your mother's van, who should be the first one to see it, and sit in it?"

"Mom."

"Wouldn't it be nice if you took your mother, and escorted her to her new vehicle?"

Cindy yelled, "Can I ride shotgun mom?"

"No dear, Fred is going to be sitting there. I have a feeling there are going to be toys in the back of the van that will keep you happy for a long time."

Cindy said, "Why would he have boys back there, mom?"

Sandy, Debbie, and Danni yelled, "Toys dummy, not boys!"

Cindy smiled, "I must have been out for strawberry ice cream again."

As she slid into the driver's seat, Sharon look at the instrument panel, and it was all computerized. Her hands moved over the instrument panel looking at all of this displays to see what was at her command. The van started rocking as her children piled into the rear compartment, taking claim to their positions.

Fred approached her and said, "Will this do as a promise ring until I can get you a diamond?"

"Fred, this must have cost you more than ten diamonds, you do not have to buy me anything."

"If I am going to introduce you to my boss, as my fiancé, you have to be wearing a ring."

"You are going to introduce me to the Attorney General."

"Don't you think, when I go to work on Tuesday, after taking my first personal day off in over nine years, he is going to ask me what I was doing. I can't tell him I went clam digging on the Maryland shores, because I do not have tan. I can tell him I proposed marriage to a beautiful young woman, and she said yes. He will demand to meet you, because in all the years I have worked for him, I have never had a serious relationship, and he has never met any woman I have gone out with. We will tell him that our relationship has been short, but we are very sure of our love for one another. After your divorce is finalized, we will be getting married shortly thereafter. You can tell him about your husband, and his gambling problems, which is the reason for your divorce. If you tell him a lie, he will know it instantly. He is as good at reading faces and gestures as I am, and nothing gets by him."

"In that case Fred, can I ask for something other than a diamond?"

"You can have whatever you'd like, but new brides always want diamonds."

"That is why I am asking for something different, Fred. I am not going to be new bride. My husband gave me a small diamond, many years after we were married. I sold it, put the money towards the girls college fund, and you know what he did to it. So if you could give me a birthstone ring for either of my girl's birth months, green, or red, that would be wonderful, and I would be privileged to wear it."

"We will go shopping in the morning, before we part company, and buy you a birthstone ring. However, let's go for a ride in your new toy."

They returned to the room 2 hours later, and all the girls could talk about was the computer set up in the back of the van.

Fred looked at them and said, "It pleases me that you were very happy, but which one of you is going to drive the other van home tomorrow."

Fingers started pointing every which way at every other female.

Fred said to them, "Do you want me to pick the winner or are you going to do it yourselves?"

Sandy said, "I am the oldest, I will drive it home."

"Thank you Sandy, I knew you were going to step forward and do that for your sister's. However, you need a navigator and that person has to be smart and not out for strawberry ice cream. So that lets Cindy out."

Cindy shouted, "Hooray for me, and strawberry ice cream."

Danni said, "I guess I am navigating for Sandy? Please don't say it again, Fred; I promise to be quiet next time."

"I told you things were going to come to you very fast Danni, and one of them just has. I was also informed that the old van has a blind spot, which is very dangerous, so we need someone to look out that side, at all times, watching for traffic. I think we can trust that job to Cindy."

Debbie screamed, "Yes, I get to ride with mom."

Sharon jumped in and said, "Not so fast little one; you are the driver with the least experience. You have to look over Sandy's shoulder and watch everything she does so you can learn how to drive the van better than you do. I don't want my insurance rates to go through the roof, because you decide to put the van through someone's living room window."

"Mom, I only mistook the gas and brake pedal that one time. Am I ever going to hear the end of it?"

"Should we ask Mr. Churchill's poodle; or Mr. Churchill himself when he gets out of the hospital?"

"He should have had that dog on a leash. None of this would have happened if it were. The police agreed with me."

"He still says he will sue us."

Fred said, "Send me the paperwork, and I will take care of it, legally."

Sharon looked at him and smiled. "You do things that way also?"

"Every day of the week Sharon; plus Saturdays and Sundays, until I get married."

She smiled at him, when he said that to her. She grabbed his arm, looked at her daughter's, and said, "You are on your own for this evening. Our door is going to be locked. We will be leaving here at about 11 AM. You all know what that means."

There was a chorus of "Yes Mother" from the four beauties, as they kissed their mother good night, even though they knew she was not going to sleep. They were very happy for her, and for Fred. It had only been two days, and their lives and fortunes had changed completely. Their father's destruction of their futures, had led them to a new and better future for the entire family, including their mother, who had sacrificed everything, for the four of them."

Monday mornings were workdays and Fred's body would not allow him to sleep past 5:30 AM. He was not used to waking up with anyone beside him, but these past three mornings were heavenly. He tried to move without waking Sharon up, but she gripped him by his dick and said, "You can go, as long as you leave this with me."

Fred leaned back over and kissed her. He said, "I have become quite attached to it, over these past thirty-three years, and I think I would miss it, if I left it with you."

"I am sure you would miss it, but I am becoming very attached to it, also. Where are you going at this ungodly hour of the morning?"

"Normally, I would be in the shower, shaving, and getting ready to leave for work in about eight minutes."

"What time do you get to work in the morning?"

"6:45 AM.

"They pay you to get to work at 6:45 in the morning?"

"No, I could show up at 8:30 AM, like everyone else, but then I would not be doing my job for my boss and for my owners."

"I understand, I will not ask you any more questions about your work."

"Thank you, are you going to release me now?"

"Are you going to work today?"

"No."

"Good, then this belongs to me." She ducked her head under the covers, and took him into her mouth and sucked on him, until he became aroused.

"Sharon, you have until 10 o'clock to stop that."

"Can you keep it hard that long?"

*****

"No, but I am sure you can." He did not last that long, but Sharon had a big smile on her face as he dosed on his pillow.



At 7:30 AM, his cell phone rang. Sharon grabbed for it, as Fred yelled, "NO!"

Sharon said, "Hello."

A very irate Clark Atwater said, "Who is this?"

"Sir, you have very poor manners yelling at a woman at this time of the morning. You should at least announce yourself, before yelling at me."

"Excuse my manners ma'am, my name is Clark Atwater; I am the Attorney General of the United States. Who are you and what are you doing with Fred Hastings cell phone?"

"That was much better. Mr. Atwater. (Fred groaned in the background) My name is Sharon Williams. How may I help you?"

"Where is Fred?"

"He is recovering from the blow job I just gave him." (Fred pulled the covers over his head, and wanted to die, quickly.

The explosion of laughter on the other end of the phone made Sharon realize that the Attorney General had his phone on speaker.

Sharon asked, "Is my fiancé in trouble for having sex on his day off?"

"HIS WHAT?"

"Are you hard of hearing, Sir? He asked me to marry him last night, and I accepted. He knows I have four daughters from a previous marriage, and I warned him that they were more than a handful. He told me he had saved every penny he had ever made, and still drove a car that is held together by bailing wire. We made an agreement. I told him when he went home today; I would wear his ring, if he would buy a better car."

"Miss Williams, ask him to buy a new car, because any car built after 1950 is better than what he is driving now."

"He thinks the world of you too, sir. You are the only person he ever talks about."

"How did he have time to meet you? He works eighty hours a week, and this is the first personal day he has taken off since forever."

"Sir, do you believe in love at first sight? I didn't. We met here in Philadelphia, quite by accident, and he would not let me go. I thought he was a stalker. He gave me one of his cards and showed me he worked for you. Then he called your switchboard and took today off so he could buy me a ring. He is an amazing man. I don't think many people could beat him in a courtroom. He convinced me to marry him, in less than three days; and my divorce is not final yet."

"You tell that boy to take the rest of the week off. I do not want to see him in this office, until next Monday."

"Mr. Atwater, with all due respect, the reason he got a blow job this morning was because he was up at 5:30 AM and did not know what to do with himself. I had to grab him by the balls to keep him in bed. If you keep him from work for the rest of the week, he will be a basket case. I will see him next Saturday and Sunday. He is no longer allowed to work weekends, unless there is a dire emergency. That is going to take a lot of work on my part as it is. You are going to have to put a guard on the door to make sure he does not sneak into the office on the weekends anyhow."

"I see you know Fred very well in the short time, you have known him. I would like to meet you as soon as possible. You will have to be vetted by the FBI, because of his security clearance. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, sir, not at all. I have been a homemaker, since I was sixteen years old. I have never held a job, and the only thing I have ever done was raise my four daughters. My previous husband may be a problem because he became a gambler in recent years, and that's why we are getting a divorce. It should not affect me, will it?"

"No, the agency will look into his background, but it will not affect you at all. I will arrange a dinner for all six of you next Friday evening here in Washington. Will that present a problem for you?"

"No Sir, I can drive my girls down without any problem."

Fred said, "Can I talk to my boss now?"

"Yes dear, I am finished talking with Clark."

Fred sighed, "Clark; what am I going to do with you?"

"You can fuck me, while you're talking to him."

"Are you trying to get me fired, Sharon?"

"Good morning boss; I have nothing to add to what Sharon has told you."

"All these years Fred, I thought you were gay. I never saw you go out with a woman. The FBI's even checked you out as a possible problem in that area, but you came out clean. You were a mystery, even to them. Congratulations, my boy, I am very happy for you. If you need any help getting your new family into college, I can pull so many strings for you, your head will spin."

"I will get their transcripts to you, boss. I have two certifiable geniuses, one that needs a kick in the ass to get motivated, and one that needs to mature to grow up to her age. I think I will hold her back from college for a year and get her some psychological help in that area."

"Amazing Fred, you are absolutely amazing. You court one woman over three days, and get her to say yes to a marriage proposal. You find out about her children and their strengths and weaknesses in that same amount of time. I do not know what I would do without you."

"You would have to find out how to turn on the coffee maker, and what the pencil sharpeners look like."

"Be careful Fred, I might begin not to like you."

"I know, sir, the truth always hurts. I will be in at 6: 15 tomorrow morning."

"I guess you're not getting another blow job tomorrow morning, Fred."

"No Sir, I'm going to get laid now. We are going to wake up our children, get them washed, brushed, dressed, and fed. Then we are going to go out and buy 'my lady' an engagement ring. After all that is accomplished, she is going to return to her home, and I am returning to Washington to buy a new car. Yes, Sir, I did overhear your caustic remark about my current car, which is called by the State of Virginia, 'A Classic Car!'"

"Fred, I am going to tell the guards, if you come to work in that car tomorrow, not to let you in."

"Thank you, sir. Are you going to make the payments for me, are you going to get me that raise so I can pay for the five extra mouths, I am going to be feeding? Are you going to be paying for the larger apartment, or a larger house I am going to have to buy to shelter this new family? Aren't you happy now that I saved every penny I made during these past fifteen years, so I have something to fall back on, now that I have found someone, with whom I want to spend my life?"

"I am going to work on that raise, Fred. Freeze or no freeze, you do the work of two men in this office, and if I have to prove it to the Office of Personnel Management myself I will."

"Thank you sir, the extra eighteen dollars a month, after taxes will be much appreciated."

"Fred, when you walk in the door tomorrow, if I am holding a gun, stay still, because I am a terrible shot."

"You are not as bad as a former vice president, Sir."

Fred hung up the phone, looked at Sharon, and said, "Now, where is my breakfast?"

Sharon brought her knees up to her chest and smiled at him. It was all the invitation Fred needed.

At 8:30 AM, Sharon went in to the girls' room, and woke them up. They were not happy.

She said to them, "Fred is taking me to the jewelry store this morning to buy me a birthstone ring as my engagement ring. I think he has spent more than enough money on us this weekend and I don't need a real ring to know that I love him. Please get up and get ready for breakfast. We will be leaving at 9:30 AM.

While all the women were busy getting ready to go, Fred ordered breakfast and asked to speak to the manager on duty.

"Mr. Cuneo, this is George Grant, I am the manager on duty today; how may I assist you?"

"Good morning, Mr. Grant. I am looking for a jewelry store that carries the highest quality and a good selection of ruby's and emeralds. Can you give me the address and directions to it, please?"

"It would be my pleasure, sir. When you exit the elevator walked past the front desk, and into the Promenade. On the right side, half way down, you'll find 'Exquisite Gems.' Ask for Martha and tell her that I sent you and you are a guest of this hotel. Charge the purchase to your room and we will take care of everything."

"Thank you, Mr. Grant; you have made my morning very easy. Would you reserve limousine for me for 4 o'clock, to take me to the Amtrak station."

"Consider it done, Mr. Cuneo. It is been an honor having you as our guest."

At 9:55 AM. The entourage left Penthouse 'C' and headed down to the Promenade. Sharon said, "I thought we were going shopping for a ring?"

Fred pointed up to the sign above the door to the shop and Sharon said, "Fred, don't do it, you have spent too much money on us this weekend."

"I love you, and I will spend my money, the way I want to spend it. I am already making arrangements to get rid of the girls permanently, so you and I can be alone, to make our own babies."

Sharon grabbed her girls. "What do you mean, get rid of them permanently?"

"'Clark' is going to pull some strings to get them into local colleges. I am going to make sure they live on campus. Therefore, I am getting rid of them permanently."

"Mom, that is not fair. You get Fred, we get nothing."

"How can you possibly say that with a straight face? You get a college education. You get to meet boys and girls your own age; and you know Fred and I are only a phone call away. That is of course, if you are not pregnant. We will find about that, when we get home."

Fred asked, "Does the morning after pill work after two days?"

"Fred, we are Catholic, and that is like an abortion. We cannot do that."

"It is fine with me. It was just a thought that might have made everyone's life easier."

Danni said, "Mom, religion is fine for you, but I would rather not have a baby at eighteen years old. If Fred can get me the morning after pill. I will take it. Please don't be angry with me."
Debbie said, "Mom, I feel the same way."

Sharon looked at her other two children, and asked them each how they felt about it.

"Cindy, do you want to take the pill or take a chance on being pregnant?"

"Mom, I would take the pill."

"Sandy, how about you?"

"No, mother, I could not take the pill. If I am pregnant, I will carry the baby to term."

"Fred, after we finished here, we have to go to a pharmacy."

*****

"I agree that would be our next stop."



Exquisite Gems opened precisely at 10 o'clock and the girls followed, Fred into the store. He immediately asked for Martha and told her everything he was supposed to. She asked him what she could do for him.

He said, "How many sales people do you have, at this moment?"

"Three, and why did you need to know."

"Martha, I am about to make your morning. I want five rings. My future bride will choose between a Ruby and an Emerald. 2 to 3 carats. The color and clarity must be perfect. I want no flaws in the ring, because there are no flaws in her. If you have no stones that meets that Ideal, please send us elsewhere now."

"Mr. Cuneo, all our stones are certified by the gemological Institute and we will give you the papers on the one you purchase. What about the other four rings? "

"Those are for my new children. They also can choose between the two stones, because they coincide with their birth months. The stones should be between ¾ to 1 carat, as close to flawless and clear as possible. They can pick out their own settings, but we will be leaving by 4 o'clock this afternoon. They all will be leaving with the rings on their fingers."

"Mr. Cuneo, that presents a problem. Our technicians do not get in until 1 o'clock this afternoon."

"Martha, do a little math in your head and figure out how much money you just lost in that sentence. Ladies, we will be leaving now."

"Mr. Cuneo, wait, please, I will call them in immediately."

"Somehow, Martha, I thought you would. Now, would you and your staff start working with my ladies?"

The four girls looked at Fred, as if he was a gift from heaven. "You are buying us rings, too?"

"Yes, pair off with your salesperson, and pick out what you would like between a Ruby and an Emerald. I would prefer that you buy the stone that coincides with your birth month, but that is not imperative. Buy which everyone you want, as long as you like it. Your mother and I will give the final okay on your rings."

Fred sat down and picked up today's newspaper, until Sharon threw her shoe at him.

"What did I do wrong?"

"You are the one that is supposed to pick this ring out, not me. You are sitting there reading a newspaper, while I am going crazy trying to pick out the right gem. I need your help, and I need my shoe back."

"I can tell you right now that you are going to buy a Ruby, because you are going to be bleeding, by the time you leave this afternoon. You have assaulted me with a deadly weapon, and I will get even with you."

"I will call Clark and tell him what you did."

"I have known the A/G, since I was in college, and I have never called him Clark. You speak to him one morning, and you call him by his first name. You tell him intimate details about our sex life, and you get us invited for dinner. He has never invited me to dinner. Who the hell are you, and what did you do to my boss?"

"I am a woman, and we are known for putting men off their game. Now, are you going to help me by a ring, or do I drop my panties here in the store?"

"Okay, I am coming."

Sharon smiled, "Oh no you are not; not without me."

Fred grabbed her, kissed her, and said, "I hope we live to 100."

Martha smiled, when Fred signed the bill to his room. He was correct when he said he would make her day. Actually, he had made her quota for the first three days of the week. $73,000 for five rings will do that for you on a Sunday morning."

The next stop was the pharmacy, which was a little further down the promenade. This hotel turned out to be a city within itself. When the pharmacist asked for identification from the girls, Fred stepped in and asked him to call the manager of the hotel, because he did not want any record of the girls taking these drugs. Five minutes later they walked out of the pharmacy, with instructions for the next three days, and the pills. Cindy, Danni, and Debbie were to take one pill immediately. The instructions were in the bag for the remainder of the pills. The pharmacist kept no record to whom they were given.

Fred had one more trick up his sleeve for his new family. They were going to meet his boss Friday night, and they were going to be dressed nicely. It meant dresses, very nice dresses, and guess where he found them: In The Promenade.

Sharon said, "Fred, I can buy twenty dresses at Macy's for the price of this one."

Fred kissed her. "When you are my wife, and we are trying to figure out our budget, then you can tell me how we might be able to save money and spend money. Until that time, I spend my money on the women I love, the way I want to. This has been a long time coming for me. Let me enjoy it."

"You are going to go bankrupt because you fell in love with me."

"At least you won't have to worry about me stealing your girl's college fund."

"Fred, you are incorrigible."

"You are correct. I also like eating pussy, but you don't stop me from doing it."

"There is no winning with you, so I am not going to try."

He stood behind her, with his head on her shoulder and his arms touching her around her belly. "How soon should I send you to Reno?"

"Very soon, and you have to watch out for when your FBI friends do the vetting. You cannot let your parents come under scrutiny, because of him."

"He will not be a problem."

They had the Bellman put all the packages directly into their vehicles, instead of bringing them up to the room and back down. The girls checked their backpacks and Fred had is luggage taken down to await the limousine. The goodbyes were tearful but it was only until Friday, and they would be reunited once more. Sharon climbed into the Mercedes, waved her new ring at Fred, and pulled out traffic. Sandy pulled up next to him, opened her window, and said, "I know you don't believe me, I love you Fred. It is why I chose to keep the babies. I just know I am pregnant, I know they are yours, and I know I am going to have twins. I could not be happier."

Fred moved closer to the van, kissed Sandy, and said, "If this is what you want, I will always be on your side. There will always be a place for you, with your mother and I. The babies will grow up loved by the three of us. They will be denied nothing. In my own way, I love all you girls. I hated what I had to do to you, but I am happy I made your lives better by freeing you from the syndicate. Go home now I will see you Friday afternoon."

Danni, Debbie, and Cindy yelled goodbye as Sandy pulled into traffic, and headed home.

Fred walked outside, where the limousine was waiting for him. He asked George if he could borrow his cell phone for a moment because his battery was low. He called an alternate number which was answered, "Louise Bakery."

"This is Mr. Cuneo. It is imperative I pick up a new medium size car in Northern Virginia this evening."

"One moment please."

"Sir, Blue Ford Taurus will be ready for you at 8 PM tonight at Jerry's Ford. They will transfer your license plate to that car. All paperwork will be ready."

"Thank you." Fred cleared the phone, deleted the phone number, and handed it back to George. "It has been a very nice stay. I hate to leave George."

"Yes Sir, Mr. Cuneo. Your young lady's sure did attract a lot of attention yesterday. Some men from the Marriott came over to find out what rooms they were in. They were offering some big money for it too. They were escorted from the property by security."

"That's very nice to know George. The four of them are quite a handful, and in their bikinis, God knows there is not enough fabric there to call them swimsuits, every red-blooded male, within five miles would want to get near them."

"Those men were saying they were naked."

"George, they had their mother and I in the room with them. Would we allow those kids to be going around naked?"

"I wouldn't think so, Mr. Cuneo. You would probably beat the tar and feathers out of them if they even tried."

"Five Roman Catholic women; I would hate to be the priest that had to listen to that confession. The mother beating the tar out of the four children that were parading around naked. Then listening to the four children, telling him why they were parading around exposed on a balcony naked. The poor priest would have a heart attack."

"That's why it pays to be Baptist, Mr. Cuneo. You can beat the tar and feathers of your children, and all they can do is cry."

"It works a lot better that way, George. It is the way nature intended it to be."

Fred got out of the limousine, and gave George $200 for his help. He boarded the train to Washington and settled in for the two-hour trip. He had no reason to notice the two ordinary looking men sitting several rows behind him. They were heading to Washington, also. What none of them knew was they were also headed for the same set of offices.

THE END