Jane snaps at me, “HEY! That’s not fair. Now I have no love loss for the bitch, but she has mental issues and can’t control her urges for sex. How did that stuff Randy say about you feel? It’s no different with Vickie. You can hate her for deceiving you and treating you like shit, but don’t you dare throw shad at a person with an illness.
“Now imagine you’re an alcoholic, and they just passed prohibition. The thing you’re addicted to, you can’t get anymore. Try doing without your morning coffee every day. See how you feel. She’s now alone, with only her mother. She caused this, she had a choice, and now she is going to suffer like you can’t believe.”
I’m staring at her with eyes wide open. That was a passionate speech, and I feel like an ass now as well.
She is shy and soft-spoken now, “My friend Lorrie McGovern was a Nympho. She was a slut and was teased about it. Senior year, she took her own life. So yes, I know a bit. I know the hurt and pain you’re dealing with. I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you with us. Mom and I can’t take anymore. Dad was too much; you would break us. Please, please, please listen to me.”
At hearing her pain, I have tears running down my face.
I hold her hand with mine, “I hear you.”
I strip off my clothes and swim twenty laps in our nearby pool to my sister’s amusement. I then spend a hard hour in our home gym.
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Dinner is unusual tonight as that no staff is eating with us. Typically, they’re like family and eat with us unless they have a family at home. I’m not talking, someone has an agenda, and I bet it includes me.
After our steaks and lobster are served, my favorites, I now expect they want something from me.
Jane, not surprisingly, tells her mother, “I am claiming Bill.” That did surprise me. “Everywhere I look, I see danger and men I can’t trust. I can’t go out without several security guys following me, and even then, I am a scared mess. I’m afraid to go shopping or even see my friends. I know he works; I will work around his schedule.”
Mom didn’t bat an eye, “What does Bill think? He may not want to be your servant and bodyguard, and he has a gaggle at work, the gym, and everywhere else he goes. He still loves Vickie.”
I blow up, “WAIT ONE MINUTE! She is NOT part of my life anymore!”
Mom dismisses me, “Settle down, William. I only said you love her still. Your actions and your pain confirm that. Jane, you say you want to claim him. Denied. You can’t own a man like him. WE CAN serve him and his needs. He has no girlfriend that I know of, so we need to keep his spirits up any way we can.”
She looks into my eyes lovingly, “William, you are so much like your father, only better. There is so much of life I want to share with you. I’m talking about more than the bedroom. Our portfolio needs a strong leader. The cats are straying, and they have worn me down. It’s been too long without a strong leader. I need your help. You in hand are lost in life. The bitch stole your heart and self-respect. Together, your sister and I are going to give you some of what you need. We can’t fully replace Vickie, but we sure as hell are going to try.
“I want you both safe and happy. I want you to meet Jane’s friends. You need someone to replace Vickie. Your sister is a wonderful and fun person to be around; it would do you some good. Ok?”
With as little emotion as possible, I softly say, “Oh … okayyyyyyyy. I suppose I should. I will meet her friends if I must.”
They’re both looking at me with a look of anger on their faces.
I tried hard, I mean, it was agony, but in the end, my smile snuck out, and I got slugged in both arms by my sister and mother. I start giggling, and they look at me with contempt. THAT WAS FUN!
Jane is commanding, “Ok. Listen up, asshole. I told them you are coming with me. We’re having a cocktail party at Ann’s house tonight. Time to shower and wear your suit. I will curl my hair and put on an evening dress. They want to dress slutty and see what a stud you really are. None of them have met you; they have only seen pictures. I tried to explain what a beast you are, they all dismissed me. Their driver will be here in one hour. Yea, she’s like that, controlling. You will like her.”
It’s easy for a guy to dress up in an hour; I have zero confidence in my sister. At one hour, the driver pulls up in a limo, and we both get in. She set a record for dressing.
Chapter 6 – Friends
I thought we had a large house; their place dwarfs ours. I’m not impressed, though, because everything is gaudy and over the top. Each item draws attention to it to the point it’s distracting. The driver helps Jane out and stands out of my way, I chuckle. We ring the doorbell, and a maid answers the door. She leads us to a large room with a dancefloor, a bar, a bartender, four young women, a mother, and a father, all drinking by the bar.
All drinks are set down as we are announced, and the four young women make a beeline to Jane. They’re all crying and hysterical. The mother and father slowly amble behind the women. No doubt they want to meet me, and they seem guarded at my size.
All four of these women are petite and short. I kneel, so I’m not as imposing. One by one, Ann, Vickie, Beth, and Cindy hug me hard and thank me for saving my sister. I stand back up as the parents’ approach. The husband uses a firm handshake, and I smile at his attempt to intimidate me. His was good, but I could have broken his hand.
The wife looks bashful as she pulls close to me, mashing her breasts and body into me while whispering, “Welcome to our home.” She has a giant smile on her face. “I understand you won’t drink and drive; that’s why we sent the car for you. I didn’t want you being left out of the fun.”
As polite as I can, “Thank you very much,” then I kiss her on the cheek, causing her to smile big and giggle. The husband took it well and laughed at his wife. Well, played.
I order a scotch and am given top-shelf stuff. Within minutes, classic rock songs start playing. The wife grabbed me immediately, and she’s hanging around me like she expected this to happen. We go to the dance floor and slow dance. The father picks one of the other women to dance with, and two of us are on the dance floor, dancing. The young ladies are peppering my sister with questions about her brush with near death. Because the girls swap out to dance, Jane ends up answering each question twice.
Each of the women wants to dance with me very much, and I can’t go more than one song before they’re tapping my partner on the shoulder to swap out. No surprise, the father ends up dancing with the mother most of the night. After the music stops, I have had enough to drink. I move out onto the veranda, and they have one of those custom swimming pools. It’s lit up with greenish lights, so it looks like Caribbean water. It has a slide, excellent lighting, a waterfall you can walk under, flames around the edges, a bar, and a BBQ for cooking.
I want to go swimming.
I hear a voice behind me, “NO!”
I look back at my sister and smile.