That does sound exactly like him. Juanita comes to me and kneels in front of me. She uses a hand to lift my head and look into my eyes.
With tears in her eyes, Juanita asks, “Did you purposely waste my husband’s life?”
I can’t talk, but I shake my head no.
She asks, “Did you do anything different that day?”
I am crying, “You don’t understand. They died under MY command. I’m responsible for them.”
Phyllis runs to me and kneels in front of me, looking up so sweetly. She cups my head with her hands, forcing me to look at her, “My husband loved you very much. You saved his life twice. When he was home, it was non-stop how you saved people and made a difference. He warned me. If anything happened to him, you would see it as your fault.
“Training says they are all expendable and replaceable. You never learned that lesson. That worried him a lot. He knew that if one of the team died, you would take it too hard. Seeing you like this, he would furious with you. Can you hear his voice? Can you hear all the expletives he’s using because you’re still haunted by this?”
I sit up straight and wipe away my tears, “OK. OK. I get the message. Why are you here? Why do you care? I’m the man that killed …” Yikes, they both want to kill me. “OK, I was their commander. You don’t owe me anything. This isn’t your fight.”
Juanita’s sweetness is gone; she is commanding now, “This is our fight. My husband was killed by evil men. I have accepted that. When I married him, I knew it was his purpose in life. He made the world a better place. I don’t like that he was killed. I sure as hell am not going to let them get a two for one. Your family is scared because of the nightmares your think you hide from them.”
Oh shit. Oh my. This is bad. They know!
Phyllis continues, “We’re here to make a good man accept what happened and move on. You were just my husband’s boss. I was his wife and mother of his child. I have accepted it and moved on. I found out through your mom that you were directly responsible for not being homeless and on food stamps like some others are. I live quite nicely.
“That’s why we selected to work for you. We will be watching you. Your family approved of us being hired. Our husbands would be thrilled at our treatment. Now there is one more thing we need to discuss. It’s a provision that we added to our contracts. Your family agreed 100% to our request.”
I have a bad feeling about this.
Juanita takes over, “Neither of us have dated, we’re a bit out of practice. We want a perfect date.”
OK, I can do that.
She continues, “We want to get fucked.”
Oh NO! No! No! Noooooooo!
Phyllis is smiling, “We suggested a male escort. A young stud with a big cock to please us.”
YES! I love that idea.
Juanita giggles at my smile, “Vickie shot that down. She had a better idea.”
I shoot Vickie a look of death! She won’t look at me.
Phyllis is almost laughing, “It was your mother that suggested you. She said you were the best stud in the state.”
I have had enough, “I hate to burst your bubble, but I can’t. I won’t do that to your husbands. I won’t do that to Vickie. You have no idea how badly I reacted to being shared.”
Juanita purrs like a cat, “Were our husbands not family to you?”
Ah ha, this works; I got them, “Yes. I don’t do incest. I will find you a good man.”
Phyllis is almost laughing, “Your sister and mother say different. We know your secret. We want our turn.”
Juanita kisses me and then says, “We both wanted you at the first officer’s ball. Being married, we didn’t stray. We’re no longer married.”
I look at my family for help, “There’s already four of you. You can’t want two more?”
Vickie answers first, “Actually, there are six. You forgot Libby and Sandy. They will be like Phyllis and Libby, not full-time. We also are doing a role play night with each of them.”
I look at mom to save me, “Don’t look at me, Bill; I think it’s good for them and you.”
I look at my sister, “Don’t look at me; I don’t want anyone taking my time. I hate this idea.”
Vickie adds, “Bill. You’re a wonderful man. These women have suffered. I know what it’s like, missing the man I love for just a few months. These women have suffered for years. I know you can help them. You need to.”
Even the most protective, Sophia, won’t save me, “This is good for all of you. Bill, you can finally put your demons to rest. Forgive yourself and help them. They would have done the same for you.”
Juanita cackles, “I see Jane, oh yes, my husband definitely would have wanted to console her.
Besides, you know our husbands would approve of you. Anyone on your team would have done, but most definitely, you. We certainly would choose you.”
Wow, they know how to beat up a guy. Both women can see they won. They both get up and sit on my lap. I get two hugs and two giant kisses. I can’t believe this is happening. I still have nightmares and their loss hurts me more than anything; even today, the pain is sharp and raw.
Vickie smiles at me, “When your friends were here to protect mom and me. I took one of your boys to have fun. I couldn’t, even though I didn’t have you back. We talked a lot, and he was the one that tipped us off to these two women. They didn’t believe we could talk you into this. They didn’t want to ruin you and me. I convinced them that I had already done that and worse.
“It took some work, but we found out that you were using your trust fund interest to help many widows. You can’t imagine how that touched our hearts with the effort you made to keep anonymous. They will make more money with us, have better benefits, and have a better retirement. Each mother is financing one of them, and you are now a dual employee.
“You work for both your mother and my mother. You will do the same work, but now you have two assets to assist you in any way necessary. Your secretary Kim is aware of their status. She knows what goes on in the office. She’s been very professional. Her payment to keep quiet is to join the office “fun.” She wants to be naughty.”
I sit back, and the two beauties on my lap sit back with me, their arms still around my neck. My family watches on; they’re amused at this. I’m not.
I ask, “What did I do wrong? Why am I being punished? I don’t want this. I never asked for this. I’m happy with Vickie. These two should hate me as much as I do.”
Vickie laughs hard at my answer. Everyone watches her. Mom and Sophia have a look like they know something. I don’t dare ask. I just know I won’t like their answer. Jane looks hurt like I cut her off. Now I feel bad. I’m hurting my family with my outburst.
Vickie confuses me with her question, “Why do we have a huge garage with lots of cars?”
I can answer this, “I love cars, especially classic cars. They’re cool and fun. I love taking them to the shows or just out driving to show them off. All that power and awesome handling on the road is an amazing experience.”
Vickie qualifies, “You can only drive one car at a time. Why do you need a bunch?”
Duh, have I missed something, “Each car has its own use. Some are good in the sun, some are good off-road, and some are classy and look great pulling up to a building. Some are just a hell of a lot of fun to drive.”