“Three. If I ever met you or anyone from his team, tell them how proud he served with them. I almost feel like I know you. Between the stories from my mother and father, they both love you very much.”
She looks at Vickie and Jane, “We know he loves you four. Even I could tell the difference between Navy Seal widows and others. I always suspected Bill. To me, he was the kindest man besides my father. Nothing has been easy, but it was much easier coping and not worrying about money.”
She looks at me harshly, “You need to deal with my father’s death. You’re stressing your family, Juanita, mom, Sandy, Kim, and Libby.”
How does she even know those names?
She openly laughs at me, “Get used to it. Women can’t help but talk about you. You can’t wallow in this pity you have for yourself. You were a US Navy Seal to help save the world. I think it’s time you save yourself now. When you finish, deal with your own father’s death.”
Everyone but Michael gasped. Tears are falling down my face at an alarming rate.
She screams out, “Ah ha, I was right. This stems back to your dad!”
I never think about dad. The more I think, the more obvious it is. I hid those feelings. Woah, this is heavy.
Kelly shakes me, “Hey! Earth to Bill. Let’s play air hockey.”
She stands up, takes my hand, and leads me to the air hockey game.
I hear Phyllis laugh as we walk away, “She will be back when she turns eighteen. I’m warning you now.”
The interesting thing is nobody said no. Well, that’s a bit off still. We shall see.
Unlike her brother, she isn’t an air-hockey queen. They stop us with her up three to two games. I was winning the last game. It seems the party is moving outside. Juanita and Phyllis each have a guest room to change in. We all meet at the pool. Well, other than Kelly. She’s waiting for me by the stairs.
As we walk down the stairs, I comment to Kelly, “You do realize you’re risking your life being so close to me. My family is very protective.”
She looks up at me lovingly, “Your wife shares her man very well. Don’t worry, I’m only fifteen. Mom is older, and I’m from a previous husband. I’m not going to get you in trouble. This is fair warning, though; in three years, I’ll be back on a Saturday night.”
As we reach the pool, I kneel to check the water. Kelly pushes her leg to my back and presses forward, pushing me into the pool.
Of course, the whole family is there to see that. I am quick to exit the pool, grab Vickie, and throw her in. Now she’s mad until Jane follows her in. Mom, Sophia, Juanita, and Phyllis all jump in before getting tossed.
Michael yells at winning, “Yeah! Men win!”
Oh no, we’re not doing that. Yup, he too is tossed in the pool, much to the delight of all the women. I jump in, splashing everyone. The adults and Kelly stay by the side of the pool and talk. Much of the talk is about me not dealing with dad.
They’re quite impressed with Kelly. She will get a degree in Psychiatry but will help the company with training and management rather than working with patients.
Ninety minutes later and Marcene sends us to shower and dress for dinner. With family, guests, and staff, several leaves are used on the table. That’s a first.
We have a shrimp feast. There are four different appetizers for us to try. We then have a choice of breaded fried shrimp or a shrimp stir-fry with shrimp eggrolls. They did make me some Crab Rangoon. They made some milkshakes for the children, and we enjoyed a lovely wine. They top it off with still-warm apple pie with cinnamon ice cream.
It’s hard to eat dinner with four fresh apple pies baking in the oven. The cinnamon smell is fantastic. After dinner, Ronnie takes the children up to the game room. Pat takes Phyllis to a bedroom. What do I do?
Juanita leaves, and a few minutes later, comes back with scripts. We’re each given a script.
Juanita’s excited as she says, “I know Phyllis the best. I’ve been working with Pat for a few days, and this is the script we worked out.
Phyllis has been dropping hints for a week now. I think she suspected this would happen. I did change some things. As you read, I think you will see that Vickie was a valuable asset with this script.
As I read the script, “Fuck me” slipped from my lips accidentally. If I didn’t know these women, I would stop this now. I don’t care if this is what she wants. The basic premise is wrong on too many levels. With this group, I can see how this will be fun.
Juanita explains, “In your rooms are your costumes. We will meet down in the basement. We can’t walk through the game room without alerting your children. We can use the dedicated elevator to sneak into the room. Once we are in position, I will text Pat, and he will bring her up here. He will play with the children and make sure they get to sleep while we have fun. Any questions?”
I ask, “What’s her safe word?”
Juanita is bashful, “Pat will tell her pineapple. However, she told me she wouldn’t use it. HOLD IT! Before you stop it. She has been a wimp in the past. If given a choice, she won’t do anything. She wants to have a life-altering experience. She really wants us to play our parts.
“BILL! No objections, LET ME FINISH! She has faith in you. She knows you will stop anything if it gets dangerous. Otherwise, she wants to let loose without herself getting in the way. Does this make sense?”
Mom spoke first, “I can see it. She’s a ‘good’ girl. She would never do this. That’s exactly why, in a safe environment, with Bill here, that she can let loose and try to experience this. The question is, can Bill let her do that?”
They’re all looking at me with fire in their eyes. They want an answer.
I reply softly, “If she isn’t having fun. If she doesn’t leak fluids. If she looks scared. We’re going to plan ‘B,’ OK?”
Jane asks with a shrug of her shoulders, “What’s plan ‘B?'”
I smile at her, “I fuck her silly until tomorrow.”
Sophia shouts, “I vote Plan’ B’ is permanent for every Saturday night. If all goes to shit, let the fucking begin!”
They all shout in agreement. I can’t help but chuckle at their cheering.
I suggest, “How about we go get dressed. I’m looking forward to tonight.”
Vickie laughs, “I bet you are. Come with me stud, I’m dressing you tonight. We can’t trust you on your own. Start with a shower; I want you squeaky clean for tonight.”
As we’re walking up the steps to the bedrooms, mom offers a cute story, “You all know that tonight is set at NSA. The two married craftsmen and artists who built and painted the room went to NSA to look around. They took their wives there, and it seems they all got quite the eye full. The wives went topless, and they stripped their husbands naked.
“Each man got sucked at least once and fondled a dozen times. Each wife allowed other women to tease their breasts and finger them. They did a lot of watching to get a feel for the types of things people do. Let’s say they found it very educational, and their sex lives have been off the charts since then. They would like to rotate renting out the room on Sunday nights with their wives.
I’m thinking out loud, “If we had a second building, they could transfer whatever we did on Saturday, and they could use it all week. A new ‘benefit’ for the employees. We even let them use our scripts or an abbreviated script that Pat makes for only a couple. We could let couples or groups from work use it as well.”