Blind Luck
Ernest Bywater
Blind Luck
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27 June 2021 version
Published by Ernest Bywater
E-pub ISBN: 978-0-359-11629-4
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Author's Note: Over ninety percent of this story was written back in 2007, and it was originally planned to cover all of Gary's life. However, due to outside influences I made a recent decision to cut this story to what is already written and fully outlined. So I chose to complete this story to a suitable break point of their wedding. While a basic story line concept is in place for the rest the lives of the characters there is no actual work or detailed story outline done at this time. Thus my decision to complete what was already done as this story and to publish it now. I'll worry about any sequels later. Apart from some word and style changes the new work is added at the end of the sub-chapter titled Evening of the second chapter titled Saturday, and in the filling out of the text of the story outline following it. Although there are some scenes in those chapters that were part of the older writing.
This story was written during a time in my life when I saw things in a lot darker way than I do now. This was due to a number of external pressures and other events in my life in the decade prior to the time I wrote the bulk of this story. The result is the story is darker than I prefer to write now. This difference in my attitudes also makes it harder for me to finish the story in the same way as it was when I first wrote it, although I have tried to do so. Even reviewing, revising, and finishing what has been added since the original text was written has been hard, and it has taken me well over a year to complete this to where it is by doing a little bit of it at a time. Even so, I've cut back on a lot of the darker aspects of the story in the later parts of it which are the new work. The changes and later events make writing a sequel harder too.
Ernest Bywater
October 2018
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Wednesday Afternoon
The Park
One issue with being a twenty-seven year old and having a nineteen year old girlfriend is you can't go to her house because her parents object to your age. Nor can we go to my home since my Dad objects too. I live with my father and step-mother because I won't pay high rents to live by myself in a city apartment when I'm away so often. So fifteen minutes after school lets out I'm in a large park on the side of a hill waiting for my girlfriend, Sue, to arrive from school. She looks like being late when her friend Joan arrives to tell me Sue won't be coming to see me today as something else came up. I'm not happy because that's been happening a lot of late, but it's not Joan's fault. I thank her and we're about to part when she says, “Oh shit!” I turn back to see her staring at the heavy rain storm moving fast across the city below us. She's only in her summer school uniform, good for looking at her nice legs or looking up her skirt while she's sitting down, but not good for being rained on. The nearest shelter is over half a kilometre away at the park's far edge, near to the main entrance and car park. She'd be drenched well before she got there, and she'll be sure to catch pneumonia before she got home and dried.
Smiling at her I say, “Come with me.” Taking her by the hand I pull her into the nearby bushes where Sue and I meet to have sex. Our little trysting place is right at the end of the local park and it butts up against the national park. It's well away from all shelter, and away from where people go or hang out. The heavy bushes will provide some protection from the worst of the wind, but they will leave us open to the falling rain.
When we enter the ring of bushes Joan says, “Sue says you're a good fuck, and I like the idea, but how's fucking me going to keep me dry?”
I'd read the weather report so I expected it to rain before I got home. Thus I'm wearing my calf-high boots, ankle length Driza-Bone raincoat, and wide brimmed Akubra bush hat from two years of working as a jackaroo for my uncle in Longreach, Queensland. These will keep me dry in any weather short of a severe hurricane because they were designed to handle bad weather. I pull a small blow up mattress out of the left coat pocket and a small gas cylinder out of my right pocket. In seconds the mattress is inflated and on the ground. With one eye on the storm I set the mattress in place with it at an angle to the storm front and close to the bushes. Joan is a little concerned, but she lets me take charge.
Note: A jackaroo is an Australian term for a general worker or handyman on rural properties. Stockman is another common one, and often the duties are the same. Generally a stockman works only with the stock (cattle, horses, and sheep) while a jackaroo will do that and other work too. In most cases, today, the titles are interchangeable.
Driza-Bone is a brand of all weather coat worn by most of the rural workers in Australia. The most common one used has a high collar, falls to the ankles, and does up with a double overlap. They've large pockets with access to inside the coat as well, and a good reputation for keeping the wearer dry in bad storms. They're made for wearing while riding.
Akubra is a brand of quality felt hats, many with wide brims, and are very weather resistant. Several models are often worn by Australian rural workers. The most common bush hat has a wide brim and it looks a lot like the Australian Army dress hat, but it doesn't have a turned up side the way the Army hat does. Many people think the Army hat was based on the first Akubra bush hat, or they were simply from a large order of Akubra hats.
Driza-Bone coats and Akubra hats are so well known many people use the brand names as generic names for the most used styles of their products, even when they're made by other companies.
Joan is a petite girl, much smaller than me, so I know I can keep us both dry. She's a lovely person and a good looking nineteen year old girl, nice figure with hand sized breasts, a delight to look at when clothed; and probably more so nude. Sue told me Joan wants to be my girlfriend. However, Sue usually keeps Joan away from me because she likes the meals and theatres I take her to when we go out; especially the weekends at nice hotels on the coast and in the mountains. In the past Joan and I have spoken many times, and I've found her to be a very nice person.
While I admire Joan's body I have her get on her elbows and knees on the mattress, then I take a position so her body is covered by mine. I tie my hat down tight by the chin strap then tuck the sides of my raincoat in under my legs and arms so they won't flap. My butt is at an angle into the wind. Like this I've created a small weather proof cavern with the coat and Joan is tucked away inside this dry pocket underneath me.
Realising she'll stay dry, and my stiff prick is nudging her arse from behind, she says, “I best put this safely out of the way to snuggle under for more warmth and protection.” She adjusts our clothes and changes her position to fuck herself onto me. At that moment the storm hits. What a sensation! My dick is engulfed in her warm body while the cold rain hits my back, legs, and arms. I feel the weather's sting beating on my heavy raincoat. I'm not happy about cheating on Sue, but she's been extremely distant of late, and the feel of Joan is just so good. It's not as if I'm doing anything. I'm just along for the ride, literally.
Despite the protection of the bushes it takes all of my strength to hold us upright against the strong wind. The heavy rain is pounding on my back, and the storm is much worse than I expected. I feel hail hitting me, and it hurts despite the layers of clothing protecting me. However, our position is good and we're dry, except where we're joined. Joan is fucking herself onto me. I can't move, not if I want us to stay dry; so it's all up to Joan and she's intent on making the most of it. I love the delicious feel of her as she moves. In a few minutes she has her first orgasm. I may be nuts, but I prefer a good fuck with my partner enjoying my dick. It doesn't matter if I never fuck Joan again, this is the best fuck of my life so far. For half an hour she slow fucks herself on me. It's a good thing she's a fit girl. She tires and stops with her head on the mattress. We're still joined. Ten minutes later the storm moves on and the sun comes out.
I'm already in trouble with Sue for fucking Joan, so I decide it's my turn for fun, so I start fucking Joan from behind. She moans while I fuck her hard. She comes several times before I reach my release. She's so good, and I like her as a person too. I really wish Joan is my lover. I withdraw and clean us both. Joan is all but asleep, making it awkward for me to fix our clothes and to put the mattress away after deflating it.
The storm is long gone, about forty-five minutes ago, when I start to stand up with Joan in my arms as I hear some voices. I look up to see Sue leading two teenage school boys into the ring of bushes while saying, “No one comes here, so we'll be safe while you double fuck me like yesterday and last week.” Sue stops dead when she sees me stand up with Joan in my arms. Sue's face goes very pale at being caught like this.
Cuddling Joan to me I start to walk off while saying, “Have a nice time. Oh, boys, she's a tight fuck, but her arse is tighter still, and Sue loves getting a hard, fast fuck in the arse, very hard.”
Joan smiles, “Gary kept me nice and dry during the storm, but my cunt's soaked.” As I carry Joan across the park to my car I go to speak, but she says, “I agreed to deliver Sue's message because I hoped I'd get a chance to fuck you. I'd promised her I'd not tell you about those two boys she's been fucking on the days you're not available. It's been going on for two months. Please don't hold my promise to Sue against me?”
I smile, “I had been feeling guilty about fucking you, but not now. Since I'm in need of a new girlfriend, do you want the position?”
She smiles, “Yes, please. On one condition, you have to accept my eighteen year old sister as a lover too. I'm sorry, but that's the way it has to be. Most of the time I can't go out unless I take her with me as we can't leave her at home alone, and Mum works many evenings and nights.”
I nod, “Do I look crazy to you? I have a very nice girl agreeing to be my girlfriend on the condition I accept another girl as well. Hell, this is a fantasy come true. I don't think I've met your sister, will she agree to go out with us? And will she agree to joining us in bed?”
She grins, “Oh, yes, she'll agree, and you have met her. You used to tutor her two afternoons each week at the blind school annex of my high school. She gets off most nights by fantasizing about being in bed with you. She'll wet herself when I tell her we're now a group.”
I remember tutoring several girls in the right age group last year while I was doing my practical class work for my diploma of education, and none match Joan's family name. I'm a qualified teacher, amongst many other things. I don't work in a school because my company provides special services and training to the government and some companies. I get very good pay, but not enough to waste on high rent when I often spend two or three weeks in a row away from Sydney for work. I'm just too cheap to pay for a place I hardly use, so sue me. I worry more about the place being robbed while I'm away than I am about the cost of it.
I look my query at Joan, and she laughs. “Yes, I'm Joan Mason, and you didn't teach any Masons last year. Mum got divorced but she didn't know she was pregnant when she left Dad, not until later. I've got Dad's family name and Sis has Mum's family name. I'm sure you remember Candice Denning.” I remember her, so I nod yes. A lovely lass, I called her Candy because she's so sweet a person. Right height for her age, pretty face, good body, easy on the eyes, and a very pleasant person to talk to. Most importantly, she has a great sense of humour and is a very fun companion as well. Her being my student and our ages kept us apart.
From what I know of both girls we three should fit together well. They may even fit in with my very long term plans and allow me to advance those plans a lot. Sue and I always knew our arrangement was never a long term one. She set out the terms when we first met and got together at a party at the house of her older cousin I knew. I didn't mind the age difference since she approached me about being together.
Reaching my car I put Joan down and open the door for her. When I climb in behind the wheel I say, “Is Candy still doing music with Missus Jennings of a Wednesday afternoon as part of the government 'free music' program?” A quick smile with a nod yes, so I head off to Mrs Jennings' house. She teaches how to play the piano in the front room of her large house most week day afternoons and evenings.
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Candy Capers
We soon arrive at Mrs Jennings, park the car in front of the house, and go to the front door. I wait until I hear the piano stop playing a familiar tune before I knock on the door. A short wait, and Mrs Jennings opens the door. She smiles and invites us in. We walk into the room where Candice is, and she smiles in our direction while saying, “You're a bit late, Sis, and who's that with you? I can hear three sets of footsteps.”
I go and sit on the chair beside her, take her right hand, and give it a soft caress it with both of mine. Joan says, “Hey, Sis, I've got a new boyfriend and a date for the weekend. He wants to know if you'll come along to help me keep him under control. Interested?”
Candice runs her fingers over my hands and puts my right hand to her face, I can hear her sniffing at it. She smiles, “Since when have you been going out with Roo?” Prior to moving to the city to complete my teaching degree I'd spent two years at Longreach working as a jackaroo on my uncle's property as he needed a hand with a few things. When she heard about this Candice started calling me 'Roo' as a nickname.
I'd been keeping quiet until now, “Since about twenty minutes ago. I found my last girlfriend entertaining two boys at our usual meeting spot after sending me a message she couldn't meet me. I was on the point of swearing off females all together when Joan said she'd pick me up on the rebound. I was thinking about saying no when she sweetened the pot by offering me a very nice Candy to suck on as well. I found that an offer too good to refuse.” Candice blushes deep red as Candy is my nickname for her, and in the past I often said I should suck her breasts to see if they taste as sweet as she is. Joan and Mrs Jennings laugh at our games, Joan and Candy are very certain I'm serious but Mrs Jennings thinks I'm joking. I look at the music they're practising, “Stand up, Candy.” When she stands I sit on the piano stool and have her sit in my lap after I lower the stool a bit. Then I set her up to start playing while I reach around her to put my hands out wider than hers. To Mrs Jennings I say, “Count us in, please. So I can show you both a fun way to do this number on the piano, along with a few other pieces that can make nice duets when played this way.”
Mrs Jennings counts the beat to start us into the start of the music. When Candice starts to play the piece I also start to play. This piece calls for both hands, so while Candice is playing in the normal key I've transposed my left hand down one whole octave and my right hand up one whole octave. This won't make for nice music with most numbers, but there are a few where it does - like this one. The sound is very different to what you normally hear, but it fits well. Both our spectators watch, entranced, when I keep perfect time with Candice while our arms seem to be perfectly matched pairs tied together when they move.
When we finish our audience is smiling while Candice is giggling. In answer to the looked question from Mrs Jennings I say, “My mother used to play and she taught me to play, until she died when I was twelve. I've always practised when I can. There's not many numbers you can do that with, but I was taught several because I used to sit on mother's knee and we'd play like that. Since then I've learnt another number of my own two can play while sitting like this.”
Starting with both hands wide I start a slow stepping rhythm with the hands moving to the centre of the keyboard in small back and forward steps of notes while Candice leans back against my chest. The rhythm and note progression is a typical tension builder used in films for when the baddies are creeping up on someone. As the hands get closer together the tempo speeds up, when they're almost together I hit the sustain while playing a heavy chord with both hands before I lift my hands off the keyboard. While the notes of the sustained chord ring through the air I place my hands on Candice's breasts when I lean in to kiss her neck and say, “Now I've caught you.” This causes all three ladies to giggle while I fondle Candice's breasts. Mrs Jennings can see what I'm up to. But she can also see Candice approves, so she doesn't say anything about it.
A moment later Mrs Jennings says, “Your mother must have been a good teacher for you to play so well.”
I look up and smile, “Yes, she was. She kept her maiden name and she never told people she was married because her parents didn't approve of either man. I know you knew her. You weren't close, but you were still good friends at the school she taught at.”
When I mention mother's name her face goes a bit white and she gasps, startling Candice and Joan. After taking a moment to catch her breath she says, “Yes, I knew her, she was the best music teacher I ever knew. I thought she died without any children, since I never knew she was married until she died. It wasn't a pretty death, or so I heard.”
I give her a weak smile, “I have two much younger half-sisters. I don't see them because it's too painful for them to see me. They saw the end of the matter and seeing me brings the memory back for them, giving them nightmares. So I keep away as it's best for them. I know they're doing well. They're many years younger than me, in Years Eleven and Twelve at a local high school. They've one of the greatest music teachers in the city. She got them auditions with the philharmonic orchestra, so they already have scholarships to a very good music academy lined up. My aunt, who's raised them since my mother died, thinks they'll surpass mother. Obviously, part of it's the natural talent they inherited, but it wouldn't have been any use if they didn't have a great teacher. So, thank you for teaching them.” Mrs Jennings' eyes go very wide when she realises who my sisters are. She teaches music at home most afternoons each week, the rest of the time she teaches music at a very exclusive private school nearby. She smiles and nods to me while she starts to pack up. Candice's lesson is almost over. After releasing the nice breasts I've a hold of I reach forward and I start to play mother's favourite waltz because talking about her death makes me sad and the waltz makes me happy. A little later Mrs Jennings shows us out before getting ready for her next pupil.
A Nice Drive
Candice holds my arm while we walk to the car. I get the keys out. We get in the car, and Joan makes sure Candy is sitting in the front seat before she gets into the back. I hate modern cars, after spending my time in Queensland driving an old car with a bench seat I really appreciated having the capability for a girl to snuggle up real close, but most modern cars have those silly bucket seats. Must think about getting something with a bench seat when I buy a new car. Their mum won't be home for some hours, Joan told me so on the drive over, so I decide to take the girls for a drive up the coast a bit. Just up to Sydney's northern beaches, because I know a lovely place for dinner up that way.
Instead of heading directly north I head west a little to get on one of the major ring-road networks since that'll be faster than the general traffic roads. About ten minutes later we're on a motorway type road going north, and just driving along in fourth gear with the cruise control set to the 80 kph (kilometres per hour) speed limit. The traffic is light so I don't mind taking my left hand off the wheel to drop it on Candy's knee which is close to the gear stick.
She laughs and says, “That's my knee, not the gear stick.”
I smile, “I know that, I'm just heading for the playground,” while I slide my hand up her thigh and under her skirt.
Her legs move further apart, “That's OK, as long as you finish all you start in the playground.” We laugh since it's clear we all have the same idea about our brand new relationship and where it's going.
My hand is rubbing her leg when I say, “After dinner I'll make a full investigation and an in depth probe of all the entertainment capabilities of the facility. I also intend to make further checks of it on a regular basis for a long time to come.” Both girls giggle as they nod their heads in unison at my suggestion of a long term relationship.
About twenty minutes later I turn off the ring road to start along a series of local roads while I head east to the beaches. Passing through one suburb I spot the local Motor Registry and I've an idea. I know Joan has her driver's licence for an automatic car while my car is a manual. I pull into the Motor Registry and we go inside. The girls shrug while they wonder what I'm up to.
I get a number from the machine and we wait our turn at the counter. It comes up, we go to the counter, and I ask, “What's needed to upgrade an automatic vehicle licence to a manual one?” Joan gives me an odd look while Candy smiles. The woman hands me a form to fill in and return. We back up and go to the bench, where I've Joan fill in the form while I take another number. Several minutes later we're back at the counter with the woman examining the form and Joan's licence before taking a fee from me and handing us three learner 'L' plates to display on the car.
We're soon back in the car and heading for the beaches again. Joan says, “Why do I need to get my licence upgraded?”
“So we can share the driving when we go away for the weekend, and so you can borrow my car when I'm away for work, and most important of all, so I can sit in the back seat playing with Candy's tits while you drive.” Both girls laugh hard and long at the last item.
We soon arrive at Dee Why beach and I park so we can take a walk on the beach. I love the walk because I've two pretty girls walking beside me while I play with their cute arses. We idle along the beach with the water washing over our bare feet when we talk about many things while carrying our shoes and socks. We chat while we wander up and down the beach as we walk in the edge of the water. It's almost an hour later when we head back to the car as the sun starts to speed up its descent. From there it's a short drive to a great restaurant I often go to for a meal.
Dinner
At the restaurant I walk up to where the maître d'hotel holds court over the bookings list while I ignore the looks of the other patrons. None of us three are dressed properly for such a fancy place. The guy at the book must be a new one as I don't know him. When I'm up the front I say, “I don't have a booking, but go tell your boss if he doesn't feed me he's a dead man.” The maître d'hotel goes white and scuttles away to the kitchen, it's where the owner usually hangs out checking the meals. All of the nearby patrons and the girls give me strange looks. A moment later a very large man charges out of the kitchen. He's big: just shy of two metres tall, and just as wide across the shoulders, very solid too. He'd make a great weight lifter, and the tailored suit he wears fails to hide the large muscles on his arms, legs, and chest.
When I see him start to come through the kitchen door I turn away to say to Joan and Candy, “Don't worry, he's just a giant pussy cat.”
The man reaches us and says to my back, “What the hell do you think you're doing making threats?”
I turn to look up at him, “Getting your attention, you old goat.”
He breaks out in a smile, “Well, well, if it isn't 'The Coroner,' what are you doing here without a booking? You've had the last of the free feeds I'm giving you, now you have to pay.”
I laugh, “Look, 'Rats,' I know that, as I've paid the last five times I've been in. I got a new girlfriend this afternoon and I want to treat her to a decent meal, but since 'Ptomaine' is in Melbourne I decided to slum a bit to come here. It's a spur of the moment thing so I thought I'd steal the owner's table from you for an early meal since you usually don't have people in for your dinner until much later.”
He laughs, “Not in that outfit, you're not. If you want to eat here dressed like that you sit at the staff table out back to eat.”
I smile as I nod agreement, “As long as 'Mudcake' is cooking I don't mind where I sit.” Everyone else is standing around staring at us while they wonder about our sanity, because of the names we're using, I hope.
He nods and waves for us to follow him through the restaurant to the kitchen. In a soft whisper Joan describes him, the restaurant, and the other patrons to Candy while we walk. Just off the kitchen is a small staff room and he shows us into that before handing us a set of menus. I decline the wine list because I'm not that fussed about drinking alcohol. When we pass through the main kitchen I wave to his wife, the head chef. She makes lovely desserts and her nickname is 'Mudcake' because a chocolate mudcake is her favourite and best and it's a 'to die for' dessert.
We soon select our meals and we order them. When he takes the order to have it cooked Joan asks, “Coroner?”
I laugh and smile, “My nickname in the Army. They called me The Coroner because I also had medic training, but my main speciality in the team was as a sniper. So most of the time I was checking someone over because they were shot, usually a case of checking my target's body. Because I usually examined the dead for information they called me The Coroner. He's 'Rats' because whenever we asked him about anything he always said, 'I couldn't give a Rat's arse about it.' So we called him 'Rat's Arse,' and then shortened that to Rats.” The girls laugh at his name. “You should have seen the commotion here one day. When I was leaving after a lovely lunch another ex-platoon member turns up looking for him at the same time a health inspector walks in. Rats was very angry about something, I don't remember what it was. The inspector arrives to hear me give my mate a warning of, 'Nasty Rats in the kitchen.' The inspector thought I was talking about rodents and hit the roof. That inspection lasted two hours, and it was another two months before Rats forgave me for setting it off by accident.” The girls laugh very hard at the image that brings to their minds.
We've a tasty meal of veal cordon bleu followed by a delicious cheesecake. While we eat Rats and Mudcake join us. He says, “He turns up with two girls in high school uniforms and he says he has a new girlfriend. Which do you think it is, Love, and why did he bring both?”
She looks us over, and I notice her eyes narrow while she watches Candy use her little finger to check the placement of her food before picking it up with the fork. She says, “Probably the older girl is his new girlfriend, so he brought her sister along because she's blind and he wouldn't leave her at home alone.”
Rats gives Candy a much closer look, then he slowly nods. “Yeah, I think you're right. What's the score, Mate?”
I look up, “You're half right. Today I found out Sue is two-timing me and I hooked up with Joan here. However, she said if I wanted her to be my girlfriend I needed to include her sister on our dates since she couldn't leave her at home alone. After a short discussion we agreed I'll have two girlfriends and lovers for as long as I can afford to care for them both and keep them both satisfied.” Both our listeners go a bit wide eyed and the girls smile while they nod yes.
Rats says, “Shit, man, what'd you use to brainwash them? If you want to marry both you'll have to become a Mormon or a Muslim.”
“No need. After we live together for more than a year they'll both be my wives by NSW law - de facto wives. They'll have the same legal rights as a wife via a ceremony and certificate, and no worries about charges of bigamy.” They laugh as it's clear I'd thought it through.
Candy turns to me, “You really mean that, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have even considered all of the legal aspects. What if one of us changes her mind?”
I grin, “Joan has already promised to be mine eternally just so she can have ready access to my dick. I figure after I fuck your brains out, later tonight, you'll be the same.” She grins and nods while the rest laugh.
We have a good meal, I pay the bill, and we're let out the back door so as to not disturb the regular patrons. Then it's back to the car for the drive to their home.
Home
On the drive back to their home Candy asks about my time in the Army. I apologise while saying, “I'm not allowed to talk about it in detail. However, I signed up for a ten year term at eighteen years of age and I was medically discharged just over five years later due to severe combat injuries. Nothing major, but it made me unfit for combat duty. I caught the General on the one good day when he was happy, so I got a medical discharge instead of retraining to non-combat duties.”
The traffic is much lighter so I stop to put the 'L' plates on while I instruct Joan on driving a manual. Once we get going on the ring road it's much the same as driving an automatic. She just has to remember to hit the clutch as well when really slowing down. By the time we get back she's got the hang of changing gears as well as using the clutch while braking. Despite the learner driver the trip back is quicker than the trip over due to less traffic. We arrive home just as their mother is walking up the street. She's surprised to see Joan driving a car with 'L' plates up.
I stick the plates in the glove box when I hand Candy out of the car as Joan says, “It's not all that hard to work the gear and clutch, is it?” I nod my agreement while her mother looks surprised on hearing this. We turn and enter the house as a group. She's a bit concerned when I follow them in. Joan waits for her to take her coat off before saying, “Mum, this is Gary. He's my new boyfriend. I've already spoken to him about taking Candice with us everywhere, and he says he doesn't mind because it means he has two girlfriends. He's also teaching me how to drive a manual car. Oh, he bought us dinner at a restaurant, so we've eaten.”
She half smiles as she holds her hand out to me, “Hello, Gary. I'm Melissa, Mel for short. Thank you for feeding them tonight, it's been a long day and I don't feel up to cooking, so I'll just have a sandwich. I think you may be a bit old for Joan, but she's so mature for her age you may well be more suited to her mental age than her peers. So I won't object, unless you give me a major cause to object to you.”
I smile while I shake her hand, “Pleased to meet you. Why don't you go have a hot shower to relax while I whip you up a hot meal.” She's stunned and is about to object, then she sighs and nods before going to her bedroom to get a change of clothes for the shower.
Joan shows me the kitchen and I study what's there: damn little! I wonder what she would've fed the girls while I take the last seven eggs out of the fridge and break them into a bowl. A bit of salt, some water, add the last strip of bacon after dicing it up fine, give it all a very severe fork whipping, and into a hot buttered fry pan. About ten minutes later Mel is returning from the shower in a light robe that's seen better days just as I'm slipping the gormelette onto a plate for her. A gormelette is an oversized omelette, the name comes from my English father when he shortened his statement of 'Gaw, what an omelette' the first time he saw me make one of the large omelettes I learned to like in the Army.
Mel almost collapses into the chair when she sits down to eat. She really enjoys the hot meal, especially since she didn't have to cook it. While she eats I ask Joan about meals and food when she takes me to look at the house. After some beating around the bush she admits they don't eat well and often skip meals because money is very tight in their household. It's an old two bedroom double brick house with a kitchen / dinette, bathroom, lounge room, laundry, toilet, and a small open verandah. The yard is large, big enough for another house on it, and with a two car garage but no car. I notice a pile of unpaid bills on a side table in Mel's bedroom. The house isn't big, but the rooms are large, both bedrooms are four metres by five metres and the lounge room is four metres by six metres. The bathroom looks empty with only a basic shower and sink in it. After a few more questions I learn Mel owns the house with no mortgage, but she doesn't earn enough to pay for all of what they need. All of the furniture is old and worn out. Heck, they don't even have a CD player or a DVD player.
By the time Mel finishes her dinner she's almost asleep. We send her off to bed while I talk with Joan and Candy. Mel works long hours in a low paid job. To save a little money she walks thirty minutes to the railway station in the next suburb then she takes a thirty minute train ride followed by another twenty minute walk at the other end. She often has a long wait for the return train, depending upon the work schedule. She gets no child support because the girls' father died three years after their divorce and he left no estate worth talking about.
Both Candy and Joan have keys to the house, so I borrow Candy's keys before I leave for the night as I promise to pick them up from school tomorrow.
When I leave I say, “Candy, I'm sorry, but I don't feel right about making love to you tonight. Not while your mother is in the next room and in a very great need of sleep. If I treat you right we'll disturb her rest, and I don't want to short change you on any of the fun. You'll just have to wait until tomorrow afternoon.” She's not happy with the plan, but she gives me a weak smile while she nods her agreement about her mother's need for sleep. I'm real quiet as I slip out the door and they lock it behind me.
I do a lot of thinking on my way home, thinking about how I feel about the girls, how they think about me, their personal situation, and mine. I also think about what I know of them plus how well we got on in the past, and today. I've known both for over a year, but I've not had that much to do with them on a personal basis, until now. I also think about some other people I know and my relationships with them, as well as how I think they'll fit in with the girls. I reach quite a few decisions while I drive home. I decide it's time for me to sort out a number of aspects of my life. In the Army I got very used to analysing situations and making decisions on the information available, then just getting on with doing what needs to be done as I see it. Those abilities served me well in the service, and since then too.
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Changing Circumstances
Arriving home at my father's house about 9:00 p.m. I find the family sitting down watching television. Dad works at a very well paid job, but not a huge pay. He inherited this house from his parents. My step-mother is a nice woman, but I don't really know her that well as she and Dad only got together just before I left to join the Army. The house has three bedrooms so they've their own room while I've one and my two half-brothers by her share the third bedroom. One of my half-brothers is five years old and the other's seven, so sharing isn't a big problem. Everyone will be glad when I move out so the boys can then have a room each.
I live here and pay board while I save money, I spend a lot of time away for work so I only live here about half of the time. Nothing's been said, but I know my youngest half-brother often sleeps in my bed while I'm away as I keep finding his things in my room. It's not a problem for me, I just wish they'd say something. But I'm in no position to complain about it because they can simply ask me to leave. Also, I don't think Dad is aware it's happening.
After getting a can of Coke out of the fridge I stand in the doorway watching the television while I wait for an advertisement break. At the right time I say, “Dad, can we talk for a few minutes? Either now or when this show is over, what's best for you.”
He looks up and nods, “May as well be now as I'm not that interested in this show, but I'm interested in the next one that's on in about ten minutes time. You might like it too as it's about the Knights Templar.” I nod my agreement. He gets up and we go to talk in the kitchen so as not to disturb the rest of the family watching the television.
He gets a drink while I sit down and I ask, “You're financially OK now, aren't you?” One of the reasons I board here is because he had a serious cash flow problem for a while. A lot of his money is tied up in investments, and just after he put a lot back in for a few years he had an unexpected bill; a medical issue with one of my half-brothers, and his income didn't match his needed outgo. My board made the difference in paying the short term loan he got for the major operation. It was classed by the government as elective surgery and done at a private hospital to reduce the waiting time by a few years, so he had to pay for it. Dad had to borrow eight thousand of the fifteen thousand dollars it cost. My step-mother isn't interested in money matters and she never knew about it. However, I did because my boarding helped sort out his cash flow problem. It's a major reason I do board with them.
He smiles, “Yes. The loan is paid off. I also changed the investments to have some maturing every quarter, and now my pay more than meets the living expenses. Thanks for helping me out with the loan. Now, what's up? You've obviously got something in mind.”
I grin, “Then it would be a benefit and not a problem if I move out, won't it? That way the boys can have a whole room each.” He smiles as he nods his agreement while he waits for me to explain. “Just one thing, Dad, how long have you known Sue was two timing me? I know you've both been upset about me seeing her, but lately your attitude about her was much worse.”
He gives me a weak smile, “About two weeks. One of the guys at work was talking about meeting his son's new girlfriend and he had a picture of her. I thought about telling you, but then I thought you'd think I was lying. I've been in a quandary about it since then. I gather you found out today.”
I nod, “Yes. I caught her with two boys at our spot, but after she sent me a message saying she couldn't make it. If not for the rain I'd have left when I got the message and not seen her there with the boys. I've got a new girlfriend and her family are in a very bad financial situation. Two girls and a single mother not making ends meet. I just cooked her mum's dinner and I used the last of the food in the house to do it, too. I'm thinking about moving in with them since it's a lot closer to my work than here is, and it's handier for me in a lot of other ways too.”
Dad smiles, “I know you'll do what you think is best, anyway. But you'll really be helping us out if you move out because John is getting a bit touchy about wanting the room to himself. He's already talking about making Peter move into your room when you leave. I think he's already forced Peter to sleep in your room some nights when you're away, because I recently found Peter in that end of the hall one morning.”
I grin, “OK, I'll do it. So John wants to stay where he is and make Peter shift, right?” Dad nods. “I'm thinking about leaving some of my gear behind and getting new stuff, so Peter will end up with the benefit of being pushed out. I think that'll pay John out for being pushy.” Dad laughs while he stands up, and he leads me back into the lounge room.
We wait for the end credits to start before he mutes the television and says, “Gary is thinking about moving out soon. Which one of you boys is going to have to pack up to move to his room?”
John jumps in with, “I'm the oldest so I should have the larger room, which is what I'll have once Peter moves out. So he can pack up to move.” We all look at Peter, and he gives us all a weak grin when he nods. I nod too and I ask him to help me start packing my gear so he can start moving some of his gear in to the room. Dad goes off to get me some cardboard boxes to pack my stuff into.
I don't have a lot to pack, other than my clothes and entertainment discs: DVDs and CDs. Peter helps me to empty one of the built in clothes cupboards and then he starts moving his gear in while I finish emptying the other one. I also empty one of the sets of drawers I've got. Soon I've over a dozen boxes packed and sitting along the wall, just inside the door. Both built in cupboards and the built in shelves are now empty, as well as one of the sets of drawers. This is a small one I don't think will survive the shift so I'm leaving it here. When Peter returns with some of his clothes I point him at the drawers as I say, “That chest of drawers is staying, so you may as well put your clothes in it.” He smiles while he does so.
I check a few more things, and Dad turns up during an ad break to ask, “Which day will you be breaking the bed down so I can be on hand to help?”
I smile, “I'm leaving the small chest of drawers, the queen sized bed, the television, and the DVD player. Peter can have those, so John can have the ones currently in their room. That gives them both a television and DVD player of their own. You'll have to buy Peter his own CD player. I suggest you buy a new one for John and give Peter the old one, or John will get very upset about Peter getting all of the newest gear.” Dad nods his agreement while he laughs. By being bossy John has seen to it Peter gets the load of newer gear I'm leaving behind.
Peter has an ear to ear grin when Dad says, “OK, I'll do it that way. But only if you let me buy you that new combined television and DVD player I saw you eyeing at the electrical store last week.” With a sheepish grin I nod my head yes, because the reason I'm leaving my current gear behind is to make room for the new unit for watching in bed at my new residence.
It doesn't take much longer to have my room set up for my shift. I'll be taking one loaded chest of drawers, about fifteen boxes of gear, my cabinet with the DVDs and CDs, and two paintings from the walls. The rest is staying. Peter loves the idea of the big double bed. Plus it saves them having to move the other bed, or Dad buying extras for when the boys have guests stay over. I decide to leave the bed linen as well.
A little later my step-mother has a big laugh at the expression on John's face when he finds out how much gear I'm leaving behind which Peter is now getting. John is not happy to learn about it, as he expected to be the only one of the two with their own television, and now Peter has the better one. But the new sound system for him settles him down a bit, and Dad explains it's my choice about leaving it to Peter, so he's not getting involved in it. I explain John is getting the bigger room and he doesn't have to shift, so I'm giving the gear to Peter to balance that out a bit. Both now have their own rooms and they don't have to worry about annoying each other. To sweeten the deal I agree to let Peter sleep in my room tonight so John can start his life with his own room now.
My step-mother is happy the boys can now have their own rooms, and she's not worried about my leaving because it's something that's always been planned to happen. She's just a bit overwhelmed about it being overnight from first discussion to all gone as I'll shift out all of my gear by tomorrow night. I don't believe in waiting about when I see something that needs doing. Especially after I've thought it through and I've made what I'm sure is the best decision possible for all involved.
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Thursday
Luckily for me my boss is one of those who doesn't watch the clock, just the pile of completed work. So it's no problem when I ring up to advise him I'm going to be late in and I'll also be finishing early because I'm moving house at short notice. I ring him at home about 7:30 a.m. because I know that's when he gets home from his morning run. I promise to be in for the 10:30 a.m. meeting with a client.
After making the call I get in my car and I drive to Joan's place via a grocery store to get some food for breakfast. When I arrive I let myself in to find Joan and Candy wandering around in their panties while they get their school clothes ready before having a shower. They're stunned to find me heading to the kitchen with a box of groceries when they walk from the laundry with their school clothes in their hands. Joan gives a mild squeal while Candy blushes when she realises someone else is in the house. I put the box down and move toward Candy while saying, “I can't help it, I just have to taste these.” She smiles when I lean down to kiss and suck her breasts. They taste as delightful as they look and I say so, thus making them both giggle.
Hearing footsteps behind me I continue what I'm doing until I hear Mel's “Harrumph.” Then I move over to kiss and suck on Joan's breasts for a moment. After standing up I turn around to find Mel standing there in a well worn and nearly see through nightdress. She says, “I know you weren't here last night when I checked on the girls. What are you doing here now?”
I smile, “Getting a delicious eyeful of lovely tits before cooking a healthy breakfast for us all.” Her eyes go up while the girls smile. “I also kiss and suck on any tit on open display.” I lean down and kiss Mel's left breast which I can see through the partially open nightie. Mel squeals and tries to pull away, but I have an arm around her and she can't go anywhere. A moment later I stand up to see her blushing hard. “Not bad. If I like the look of the whole package when I get a chance to view it, and if the girls don't mind, I may end up with three girlfriend lovers instead of two.” Mel blushes harder while Candy giggles and Joan gulps. “Now you lot best get showered and dressed while I get breakfast organised. I pick up the box and head for the kitchen while Mel heads for the laundry as the girls head for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later they're all dressed and are very busy eating the French Toast I've made, washing it down with fresh milk. When the girls start to rush while they eat the food I tell them, “Take your time as I'm driving you to school.” When we finish breakfast I drive the girls to school while Mel does the washing up before going to work. On the drive to school I discuss how they think their mother will handle my being open about our three way relationship and it being physical.
They think she'll deal with it well. Candy says, “I think Mum will take you up on the four way offer if you let her know you're serious about it. I think it'd be good for her, and I don't mind.” When Joan adds her agreement I promise to give it some serious thought. I give them both a quick kiss when I drop them off at school, then I head off to work.
Work
I arrive in plenty of time to make sure everything is done and ready before the meeting, and I sit in on the meeting with the client. The client is happy with everything done so far and he's asking for a lot more work to be done. Greg, my boss, is about to agree to it when I say, “Thank you. We'll be happy to start on the new work as soon as we've an agreement with signatures on a new work contract and payment for the work just finished.” Two of the client representatives smile as the other one gives me a nasty look. Greg sees the look so he doesn't correct me. There's something about the third person that doesn't feel right all through the meeting, so I ask for payment just to see his reaction; which I don't like.
After the clients leave we draft a new contract to cover the new work. I also suggest Greg tells the client's chairman of the Board we've concerns about the activities of their senior accountant, as he's the one who wasn't happy about us being paid straight away.
After the meeting I leave work for the day to go shopping.
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Note: Two months later we learn the chairman called in the police fraud squad and they did a quiet investigation. The accountant was arrested and most of the money he embezzled was recovered before he could make off with the several million dollars he'd been milking out of the company. We get a nice bonus for picking up on that for them, and I get most of the bonus. He'd been hiding his work by shuffling money between accounts while paying all of their bills late. Our wanting immediate payment caught him short in his money shifting set up so having to respond to that caused him concerns about how to manage it.
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Afternoon
At a good furniture store I speak to one of the staff with good ideas on furnishing a house. I describe the house and what each room is used for, with the room sizes plus the door and window locations. With her advice I select and purchase the furniture needed for each room. The bedrooms get a king sized bed with a king single bed as an overhead bunk, plus matching clothes cupboards, drawers, and desks for each room. A four seat and two single seat lounges with a matching entertainment cabinet and tables, and a large wide screen high definition digital television for the lounge room. A dinner setting with chairs for the dinette. A fridge for the kitchen. A washing machine and drier are on the list. Three sets of linen for the beds, towels, bath mats, and curtains. It's all in the store's stocks and they can deliver it just after lunch tomorrow. A bathroom specialist is my next stop to plan a new bathroom which includes a large four seater bath with built in spa and shower above it, plus a long vanity. I order a ten seater outdoor spa with an enclosed gazebo. They'll be around tomorrow afternoon to deliver the outdoor spa / gazebo unit and finalise the plans for the bathroom after they take some measurements.
Next to see is the people about decent personal computers, Internet service, and satellite television. That's soon organised for delivery and installation tomorrow. The computers were the hard part. The network is to be set up as part wireless with a wireless router, but not like a normal one. Most wireless is able to be easily penetrated because the standard access key encryption isn't that strong, but this network is very different. People usually set up a wireless router to also be the ADSL router, and anyone who gains access to the wireless can access the whole network while using the Internet connection. A computer security friend of mine told me how to set this up in a safe way. The wireless router uses a very strong key encryption process, but that can still be beaten by anyone with the right software and time. So the wireless feeds into a computer that acts as a shared file server and the Internet gateway for the network with the ADSL modem router off it. Both routers have NAT (Network Address Translation) and security settings with a firewall. The network and gateway interact with a 64 bit encryption program different to the wireless key encryption. So anyone who connects to the wireless can't talk to the other computers as they require another encryption process to be understood, nor can they hit the Internet since it's available only through the encrypted gateway, which an outsider can't talk to. I've three networks with two NAT systems separating them to get a nice mix. Using static IP addresses means an outsider can't get the gateway IP via any process like DHCP once they hack into the wireless network. All three internal networks use reserved addresses, if any of them get out on the Internet they get trashed at the first external router.
The IP addresses work like this: the ADSL router and gateway talk to each other using two IP addresses in the range 10.x.x.x (10.1.12.220 and 10.1.12.221) while the gateway talks to the wireless router via another Network Interface Card (NIC) using two IP addresses in the 192.168.0.x range (192.168.0.5 and 192.168.0.6), the wireless network has the wireless machines set up to use IP addresses in the 172.16.x.x range (172.16.52.x). With both routers also hiding the IP addresses for each side of them from the other and the gateway doing the same it's hard to tell what address is in use on the other side of the link. The matter is further confused since the normal home process is to have the wireless router to also act as the ADSL router for the Internet access, so many people will see it as having no Internet access. Also, the normal process is for all of the machines in one network to have the same IP address range. The above mishmash will send most hackers crazy trying to sort it out, but it'll take them ages to do so if they're good enough to do it, and by then the IDS (Intrusion Detection System) will likely have caught them and be back-tracking them. There's no way to lock down a wireless or Internet connection to be absolutely secure. All you can do is to make it very hard for them to get through. Also, the wired PCs use 10.2.x.x addresses.
With everything organised for delivery tomorrow I head to Dad's to get my boxes of gear to move them to my new residence. I intend to hit Mel, Joan, and Candy with a fait accompli. If I ask, Mel will find objections. After putting my fifteen boxes into the girls' bedroom I check the bills and pay the overdue utilities over the phone. Later I'll talk to Mel about the rest before taking any action on paying them out.
Just because I look at not spending any money I don't need to spend doesn't mean I don't have it. I'm well paid, I get a part medical pension from the Army, plus interest on compensation and inheritance savings so I've lots of money and I can afford all this. I just object to paying high rent for a place I use half the time that can be robbed while I'm away.
By the time this is done it's time to pick up the girls, and we detour via a grocery store to stock the kitchen with food. They're amazed at the huge pile of food I buy, despite leaving the majority of the fridge and freezer stuff for a few days so I can load the new fridge with it. We end up with two trolley loads of food before I'm happy, and both of the girls are stunned. Then we go home to spend a lot of time putting it away in the fridge and kitchen cupboards. It takes some time because we have to clean out and rearrange most of the kitchen cupboards to get it all stored.
Candy Cane
The next order of business is to sit down to watch television. I sit on the lounge with Candy in my lap while Joan selects a program to watch. Since Candy can't see the television it makes no difference to her when I lay her down to undo her blouse. She giggles when she realises what I'm doing. It's hard to tell how she feels about my actions when she doesn't help, nor does she hinder me. But she blushes beautifully when I roll her over after I get her blouse and skirt off. She knows I moved her to undo he bra so she must expect to be nude soon, but she doesn't do anything to stop or help me.
After undoing her bra I slip my hands inside the straps when I push them down her arms while slipping my hands in to fondle her breasts. She sighs when I make contact. I roll her back over to remove the bra and caress the rest of her body, causing her to gasp when I reach her pussy. This gets Joan's attention so she turns from the television. Her eyes almost pop out as I've undressed her sister and she didn't even see me start. I stand Candy up to slide her panties down while I squat on the floor beside her. Once I get all of her clothes off I stand up while undoing my pants. While I let them drop I slip my shirt off. When I lean in to take Candy into my arms and kiss her we're both nude. She gasps and wriggles on feeling the skin on skin contact, and Joan is giggling while she watches us as the television is forgotten because of the show at home.
Breaking the kiss I kiss my way down Candy's body while caressing every part of her. Standing behind her while cupping her breasts I say, “This is one very tasty Candy cane.” Both of the girls giggle.
After I slip a couple of the cushions off of the lounge to the floor I guide Candy down to lie on them. She's has a huge smile on her face when I kiss my way over her body. Reaching her mouth I kiss her, and her tongue is very eager when it enters my mouth. After I confirm she's a virgin I take my time to enter her while I make gentle love to her. Candy shows more force than I expect from her light build when she breaks our kiss to wraps her arms and legs around me during her first dick induced orgasm. She comes several times before I do. She coos into my ear when we cuddle for a few minutes afterwards.
After I withdraw from her Candy runs her hand along my body to take hold of my dick and say, “I may be a Candy cane, but this is Candy's cane. I want a very good caning with this on a regular basis.” I laugh and I agree to her demands when Joan has another orgasm while masturbating. Candy and I get up to take a mutual shower. Joan is surprised when I return with us both in clean clothes. Yesterday Joan told me about them both being on the pill for some years, so I'm not worried about getting either of them pregnant. Anyway, if I do I can afford to care for them.
A little later I go to the kitchen to start getting a nice dinner ready to cook. Candy joins me, and I instruct her in how to peel the vegetables by touch; something I learned in the Army. When you're in enemy territory and hungry at night you soon learn to identify and prepare local foods by touch as you don't want to show any lights that can attract unwanted attention. Also, you want to smell like the locals do and eating their food does that after a little while. Naturally, this also applies to foods you don't need to cook first, so I also learned to eat a lot of vegetables raw.
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Evening
Dinner is almost ready to serve when Mel arrives home. She walks in and stops in the lounge room to take a couple of deep sniffs. I know she can smell the aroma of our earlier sex lingering in the room. She has a sort of knowing smile on her face when she reaches the kitchen and she sees the dinner cooking.
With a very wide grin she checks everything out and says, “Four veggies with some lovely steak. I could easily get used to coming home to a hot meal. Where did all of this come from? I know I didn't have any steaks this morning!”
I grin, “I bought some food because I have to feed Joan and Candy to build up their stamina so I can better enjoy our love making sessions. Since I'm cooking for the three of us it seems rude not to include you.”
She laughs, “Thank you. And what do you mean Joan and Candy? I thought Joan was your new girlfriend.”
I smile, “Since we have to take Candy with us it only seems fair to include her in everything we do, and I do mean everything. I think she doesn't expect to have a normal boyfriend / girlfriend type relationship, and she's too nice to let her presence crimp her sister's activities. While Joan cares about her too much to leave her out of them. They both know me from other places and like me. So they decided we'll have a nice three way relationship. Before cooking dinner I confirmed it by making love to Candy in the lounge room while Joan watched. We all enjoyed the action.” Mel gives me a pensive look for a moment, then she slowly nods before she helps me move the food from the pots and the grill to the plates and the table. I add, “Both of the girls think it may even get better if we were to enlarge it to a four way relationship with me fucking you as well.”
That surprises her and she drops the pot she just emptied. Turning to me she gulps, “I admit, after this morning, I'm very tempted. And after finding you taking such good care of us I'm even more tempted. But I'm just not sure that'd work in the long term, due to a number of personal issues of mine.” I simply smile at her and leave it at that, for now.
The food is on the plates and the meal is ready so I call the girls to come to the table while I put cold milk and fruit juice out on the table to drink with the meal. I watch Mel's eyes widen with surprise when she sees the extra foods in the fridge, and I can see she's now wondering how much food I did get for here.
When we sit at the table I ask the girls about their day while we eat. After we finish I've the girls help me with the washing up, followed by going to the lounge room for me to check their homework. They're both upset when I insist they do all of their homework, and I even have them redo some. They'd been getting away with being very slack due to Mel being too tired to check it too well, but I won't allow poor or sloppy work from them.
It's getting very late by the time I'm happy with the way they've done their homework, in both quantity and quality. Mel glances at the clock and she gives me a quirky look, it's clear she's wondering when I'm leaving. I smile at her, “Mel, you get to make a special decision tonight. Since this is my first night staying in this house you can decide whose bed I spend the night in.” Mel sits up straight while both girls smile and giggle.
Mel says, “Tomorrow is a school day. I won't object to you staying overnight on the night before a non-school day, but not the night before a school day. Go home now!”
I shake my head no, “I need to be here to see you all get good meals for breakfast and dinner. I don't intend to travel back and forth across the city twice a day. I've been boarding with my father and step-mother, but they need the bedroom as their two boys are now old enough to need a bedroom of their own each. Earlier today I moved most of my gear over here so I can set up as a boarder here. Over the next few days you can work out how much board I'm to pay you and we'll negotiate. But I'm living here from now on, so I am home, already. The night before school I won't keep the girls up late making love to them, but I'll be sleeping here cuddled up to a sexy female. Now you can choose who it is I cuddle up to tonight: Joan, Candy, or you.”
Her shock increases when start to I speak, and she starts to reply, stops, starts again, and stops again. I stand and walk over to her. Tilting her head up so she can look at me, “I'm now in charge and I'm staying here. You may like it, or not. I don't care which, although I'd prefer you to like it. You'll accept it and adjust to it, as you'll be the grandmother of my children, unless you decide you want to have my kids too.” She's stunned and she gulps before she gives a slow nod yes. I return to my seat while both of the girls look at us.