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Sign of the Times

By: carvohi



Perhaps a few opening remarks. 

This is another one of those ideas that have been sort of roasting in the oven for a long time. If you decide to read it you'll see it is definitely a 'loving wives' story. 

I hope you enjoy it, and please feel free to leave a remark or two when you've finished. Your comments are always welcome. 

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Part One: Suspicion, Discovery, Distress!

We were at a dinner party at my house. It was late winter, early spring, call it whatever you want. Snow was still on the ground, it was still too cold to be outside, so my wife decided to get our friends together for some kind of feast inside. I had no problem with that; whatever Daphne wanted she got. 

All our age appropriate relatives and friends were there. I say age appropriate; we didn't invite any moms or dads. Oh they were all still alive. Daphne, my wife's name is Daphne, just didn't want any 'older people' on hand who might 'dampen' the fun. Dampen was her word for wet blanket. 

We'd already eaten. My wife had mixed up a big seafood salad, plus there was pizza, and some fixings for subs. For sure, anyone who's ever been around my wife knows when she plans something she goes all out. I had my portions already ladled out; I have a few stomach problems and Daphne always made sure I didn't get sick. 

Anyway we were all sitting around the family room when my sister started asking one of her usual asshole questions. Hillary, Hillary's my sister, she's a year older than me, and she's married to a real stand-up guy named Wallace, Wallace Ford. 

Well Hillary looked at Ralph, that's Ralph Stevens and she asked this really stupid question. Ralph's an old friend, actually these days he's more acquaintance than friend. He'd been away almost all winter down in the Cayman Islands doing God knows what. 

Hillary looked at Ralph, Ralph's married, and she asked, "I know Ginger hasn't, Ginger's Ralph's wife, but suppose you caught your wife cheating on you. What would you do?"

Old Ralph listened, smirked a little; then he looked around the room. He looked at me, at my Daphne, then at Hillary, at Ciara who was another married woman in the group, and then he looked at his wife. Remember Ralph's wife's name is Ginger. With that kind of half smile that'd made Dick Cheney famous Ralph replied, "Oh, I don't know. I guess I'd have to hear her story." 

Hillary didn't let up, "Yeah, but would you forgive her?"

Ralph grinned and answered, "Yeah I guess so why?"

Then Hillary turned to Ciara's husband, "What about you?"

Ciara's husband crossed his arms over his chest and grunted, "I'd have to kill the bitch," he laughed and then added, "yeah, I'd drown her in the bathtub."

Hillary went round and round asking the same question over and over. Then she got to me, "Tell me Cale. What would you do if you caught Daphne with another man? Would you forgive her?"

I'd already mentally rehearsed my answer. I smiled over at my lovely 5'4", brown haired, brown eyed little girl and answered, "My Daphne would never cheat. She loves me" I watched as Daphne blessed me with one of her winsome smiles.

Then Hillary turned the tables; she looked at Daphne and asked, "Have you ever cheated on Cale?"

Daphne blushed bright red, "Why no Hillary. I could never do that."

I looked from my Daphne to my sister. My sister Hillary had a kind of odd look on her face; a look that kind of said she knew something, like maybe there was more to the story. Anyway Hillary went on to the next wife and asked the same question.

By the time she got back to Ciara I think everybody was a little bit fed up. I put a stop to it. I told my sister, "Come on Hillary, what's the point?"

She just shrugged and grinned, "No point; just thought I'd ask around."

Everybody laughed. I laughed too. I thought Ralph laughed a little louder than most. His wife didn't laugh at all. My sister was trying to make a point; just what it was I didn't know, didn't care either. I mean really, to think my Daphne would even consider cheating; I mean I know she was just like me and I never did and never would. For sure I looked at other women, but it was mostly just to see what they had on. If I liked the clothes they had on I'd try to find where it was sold it so I could buy it for my girl.

The party ended about an hour later, and Daphne and I sort of just piled the dirty dishes in the sink. We'd used mostly paper plates anyway. We'd farmed our three kids out to Daphne's mom and dad so it was just us for the night. I'd been real careful; I'd only had one drink, a Jim Beam and Coke, heavy on the Coke. 

With everything stacked and the furniture put back my gal and I went off to bed. We had a nice time. Daphne and I have been married fourteen years, and we'd dated pretty much exclusively for several months before that. About our sex life; I guessed just regular old fashioned sex was what we had. 

I thought about sex and our sex life. I wondered if many people cheated because of sex. I wondered why married people even did cheat. To me if a person loved someone enough to marry them, why would they break that person's heart by being unfaithful? I supposed me and Daphne's sex life was what it was supposed to be; we cuddled and snuggled and kissed, and then when the time was right I crawled on top and we made love. 

Look I'm not saying we're a couple of Puritans, but we were kind of laid back, and to be honest, all that wild and exotic stuff just never was us. I mean of course I liked to go down on her. I liked it when I got to nibble on her little knob. I enjoyed licking and nudging up and down her inner and outer labia. I liked kissing that sweet crinkly little outlet where her brown stuff came out, but I never forced myself on her in that way. I always thought all that anal stuff was sort of degrading, and I knew she never especially liked doing me, she didn't like getting her face all gooey and sticky, and I'd never ask her to swallow.

Hey, I'm not bragging. I guess every guy thinks he's got something special. Well I really do. I've never measured, but I mean I'm a pretty big guy. If I'm not careful I could hit Daphne's cervix and hurt her. 

I can say there've been a few times I've gotten so excited that I didn't hold back. I just let go. I mean I pushed all the way in; she didn't like it, it hurt her. Let me tell anyone listening; I'd never ever, I mean never, not ever, do anything to hurt my girl. She made my babies. She's my girl; she's the main reason why I get up in the morning, her and my kids.

Daphne's a little older than I am. I'm thirty-five and in the prime of life. Daphne's thirty-six; she'll be thirty-seven soon so there's maybe five months when she's two years older. Like I said she's 5'4". I'm 5'11". She weighs, I think about 120lbs. I come in at 180lbs. She has brown hair. She keeps it mostly in pigtails, but sometimes she makes one long ponytail. I have brown hair. She has brown eyes. I have brown eyes. All our kids have brown hair and brown eyes. I know this is all extraneous bullshit, but it's like we're all a boxed set.

++++++++++

The party happened last Saturday night. Sunday we went to church. OK, we're Presbyterians. Then Monday it was back to work. I'm an investment analyst for a brokerage firm whose home office is in New York. I got my MBA at the local prestige state university and went right to work. My wife is a loan officer at a bank near where we live; she started out as a teller right out of high school, took some college classes, and worked her way up. 

In the job department Daphne actually got a little head start on me; she was the one who put me through graduate school. We were already married and had our first kid. Our oldest is Geena; she's thirteen. We have two more; Brandy's eleven, and Michael's only six. We love kids, and we've talked about making one or two more, but with our careers and the costs of raising the little buggers that's been kind of on hold. Daphne's getting a little long in the tooth for that now anyway.

I was back at work Monday morning. One of the first things I do on Monday's; that is after my coffee, is a last minute check on the markets from Friday, then a quick look at my favorite funds, and last I check my emails. I got a funny one this morning.

I read this one email; it said, "You were at the party. You heard the questions. You don't know it, but your wife is a round heeled slut. Don't believe me? Check around."

Well I deleted that sucker right away. Nobody calls my wife a slut. Hell, the damned message was anonymous. Actually it wasn't; they really aren't. I just didn't care about the message, and I didn't care to find out who sent the slanderous piece of trash. It was probably a joke anyway. I shunted the comment aside and went on about my work. Come on, Daphne a slut? My Daphne? Not a chance. Never!

All the rest of the week went just about the way it was supposed to. Oh there were some problems with the market, but it was the usual stuff. We were near the end of the month, and that meant the usual profit taking, a few corporations had made some bonehead decisions, there was always something with Syria and Iran, someone seemed to be dickering with the gold market again, and the crap with the Crimea could impact activity with the EU. I packed up Friday afternoon, skipped the occasional drop off at the tavern, and went on home.

Saturday was the beginning of spring so I started to pull out the lawn equipment. Yeah I'd left some gas-oil mix in the weed whacker, but I'd drained both lawnmowers. I got the rider up, unbolted the two blades and took then inside the shed for a sharpening. I was just about to rip into the first blade with one of my granddad's old files when I got a visitor.

The kids were out; Geena was at a friend's, Brandy and Michael were at my mom's, and Daphne was out shopping when Hillary, remember my sister, walked in on me.

Hillary eyed me up and down, "Didn't you get my email?"

I was sort of surprised, "What email?"

"About your wife. You know."

I replied, "No I don't know."

"She's cheating on you."

I put the file down, "Come on Hillary. I don't need this."

She got up real close. I could smell the mint on her breath, "You don't think so? Grab your coat and I'll show you."

I was a little pissed. This was kind of a surprise. Hillary and Daphne were really close, "Damn it Hillary. What's into you? First it was that crap at the party. Then I guess it was you with that stupid email, and now today. What's up?"

"Grab your coat. I'll drive."

I threw the file on the workbench and reached for my coat, "This better be good," she didn't say anything. I followed her out the back door and to her car.

Hillary drives a Durango; she and her husband are into Chrysler products. I'm a Chevy man myself, I drive a Chevy pick-up; regular bed, extended cab. Our older brother, his name is Chris, he's a Ford man, or at least he used to be. We hardly ever see him anymore. Honestly he's been gone for years, and I miss him. Chris; he's the man!

I got in Hillary's Durango and she drove us down to the Holiday Inn. There are two Holiday Inns in our immediate area. She went to the smaller one; it was back behind an old factory that'd been converted to a bunch of small businesses, mostly software operations. 

We pulled up and parked in the back lot. This was a two story facility. There was curbside parking in front of the first floor rooms, and parking for second floor visitors across the drive. Hillary looked at me and said, "Watch room 241."

I was really dubious. I thought this was a total waste of time, "You know all this?"

She pointed at the door, then she checked her wristwatch, "I figure she told you she went shopping. What time should Daphne be getting home?"

I looked at my watch, "I don't know I guess maybe an hour or so."

Hillary just watched the door, "I followed her when she left your house. Her car is right over there."

I looked; damned if it wasn't!

Hillary didn't look at me. She just watched the door. I was into it now too. We waited in silence for maybe twenty minutes before the door opened. Out came my wife! I started to feel sick.

Hillary whispered. I couldn't imagine why she decided to whisper, I mean why now, she said, "Watch who else comes out."

I watched as my wife, my wonderful wife walked across the parking lot, unlocked, and got in her car. Just as she began to pull away a second person emerged from 241. Son-of-a-bitch! It was Ralph Stevens! At that moment Daphne's car sped by. I know she hadn't seen us. By the look on her face she was intent on something else. I wondered what it could be. Then we watched Stevens sidle down the steps and over to his car, a fucking Camaro. I opened my sister's side door and tossed my lunch. Baloney isn't my favorite lunchmeat anyway; it was even less flavorful coming back up.

I watched Stevens as he pulled away. That smarmy bastard had a silly assed smile on his face. I had my hands on my sister's dashboard. I couldn't think. I just felt all quivery. I was like real weak all over. I mean I'd read and heard crap where guys caught their wives and how they'd jump up and down and cuss, or how they ran up and beat the shit out of the guy. I swear I never felt so feeble. I couldn't have beaten up a girl scout.

I looked over at my sister. I wanted to cry, but I held it in. At that moment I couldn't think of anyone I hated more than Hillary. She'd done this to me. She'd shown me something I never believed could have ever happened. I couldn't think of a way to express myself. 

I looked at my sister. Didn't I just say that? I remembered back when I was a teenager and one of my best friends had a bad heart. We'd never known it at the time. Well one day he up and died. He just dropped dead. I remember how angry I got at the doctor who told us what had happened and then what had been wrong with my friend. That was how I felt right then. Something had died, something I knew had died and like my friend it could never be replaced.

I shook my head and looked down, "Take me home."

Hillary said, "I'm sorry Cale. I just wish..."

"Just take me home Hillary." 

++++++++++

The drive back home only took about twenty minutes, but it seemed like forever. I'd seen movies where the condemned man had to walk the distance from his jail cell to the place where they'd finish him. In the movies they call it 'the longest mile'. The drive from that Holiday Inn to my house was like that. Twice we had to stop so I could lean out the side. Nothing came up, but it sure felt like something might. I knew I'd never stay at another Holiday Inn again, not ever.

Hillary dropped me on the street in front of my house. Daphne's car was parked in the driveway. We live in a ranch type house. The original structure had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. One of the first things we'd done was to add on a two car garage with a big room over top. It was like a big playroom. We had a ping pong table and a couple silly games like a hockey game in there. With three kids currently in the house and the real possibility of adding at least one more Daphne and I had agreed we'd build on again soon. 

Daphne liked having babies; I think she liked to nurse. I know she was sure a good mother -- the best if you ask me.

We lived in a good neighborhood. There was almost no crime, the streets were quiet and clean, we had good neighbors, and the schools were good. We picked the neighborhood and the county mostly because of the schools. Of course the other biggest reason we chose the area was because both sets of parents lived here.

The house had a cellar too; it was pretty nice. The front of the cellar was only partly finished. There was a laundry and a storage room in the back. Behind the main house I'd had a heated shed built. That's where I'd been when Hillary showed up earlier.

I walked up the driveway and in the front door. I walked into the foyer and passed by the living room which was on the right. The dining room was on the left. Immediately to the left partially separating the dining room and hallway was the stairway that led upstairs. The hallway led down to a first floor bathroom just on the right; then there was an eat-in kitchen off to the left at the far end of the hallway. That's where I went.

As I passed by the living room down the hall I paid a little closer attention to the pictures. There were pictures from our wedding; there were the kid's pictures from some of the things we'd done over the years. There were a couple really nice family portraits. There was one picture of Daphne holding our oldest girl right about the time she was a year old. While I walked along and looked at this stuff I thought all this was just so much garbage. A couple hours ago it meant something; it was the legacy of a happy family; now it was like it was nothing, it meant nothing. I wanted to cry, but didn't. I kept shaking. I felt so nervous.

I'm not the kind of guy who can hold things in; that includes food and feelings. I mean I've read where men catch their wives cheating and they can keep a straight face. They can hide their emotions. I read where they hire detectives to get pictures. They go to the bank and divide the money. I'm not like that. I'm just not built that way. I wasn't thinking about some settlement, or how to protect my assets. I had no assets. All I had was dead. I mean, were they even my children? Jesus, if I ever found out they weren't I know what I'd do. I'd buy a pistol and kill myself. There wouldn't be anything to live for then anyway.

I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and got out a Pepsi. I heard my wife upstairs. It sounded like she was separating laundry. She was singing and humming a Miranda Lambert tune; the one where the girl cuts her hair with rusty kitchen scissors. We're country music people. For the girls it's Taylor Swift, Martina McBride, and Miranda. Me I'm more the down home type; for me it's George Strait, Alan Jackson, and of course the 'Old Possum'. He died not too long ago. 

I sat down at the kitchen table and waited. I thought about Tammy Wynette; that was George's old wife, she's dead too. Damn, whatever happened to 'Stand by your Man'? I felt so sad.

After about ten minutes Daphne came down with a basket full of dirty laundry. She'd changed her tune; instead of 'My Momma's Broken Heart' she was singing 'Fastest Girl in Town'. 

I thought, 'How appropriate.'

Like I said I'm not a wait and see kind of guy. I was a nervous wreck. My hands were shaking like I had Parkinson's or something. My mouth was dryer than the Sahara Desert. 

Daphne walked in the kitchen; the cellar door was at the far end of the kitchen. She had to go through the cellar to get to the laundry room. As she passed by me she smiled but didn't say anything. I did. I said something.

I leaned around slightly. I had to get this off my chest, "I saw you at the Holiday Inn today."

She kept walking, but then she stopped. She had her back to me so I couldn't see her face. She put the basket down, turned around and said, "What does that mean?"

I felt like I was a dead man, I rasped out, "I saw you with Ralph Stevens at the Holiday Inn."

She looked surprised, or at least acted like it. I couldn't read anything in it. She put her left hand on the oven. She looked kind of down and away. I thought she looked older, "You didn't see me. I was at the mall."

I wasn't angry or anything. I think I was just a little numb, kind of like a zombie. I know what I saw. I fingered the Pepsi in my right hand, "I saw your car. I saw you come out of room 242 at the Holiday Inn. I watched Ralph Stevens follow you out," I realized I got the room wrong.

Daphne got like real diffident, "You didn't see me!"

I couldn't talk about it. Everything, our marriage, our life, all of it, all of it was gone, kaput! I felt like I should be mad or something. I just felt dead, I answered, "Yeah sure. Well I guess I'll be leaving in a few minutes. I'll pack everything I can now. You can explain things to the kids when they get home," I got up and started for the stairs. I felt like an old man.


Sign of the Times



I guess that got her. She must have realized she'd been caught. She called out, "No! Wait! Cale it was just a thing. It doesn't mean anything. It was nothing. It was just...just kind of a stupid meaningless thing. It doesn't mean anything... I mean...not to us."

I tossed the Pepsi toward the sink. I was careful not let it hit her or let anything spill out anywhere. I answered, "Yeah I agree. I guess it was a whole lot of nothing about nothing. Just nothing," I looked at her, "Match, set, point. Game over," I think I got that wrong. I didn't care I turned around and started back up the hall to the stairway that led upstairs to what had once been our bedroom. She didn't follow. 

I got upstairs, pulled out my 'two-suitor' and my ditty bag. It took me less than ten minutes to pack just about everything I'd need. I figured I got everything that was necessary. I guessed she'd be changing the locks once I left. If she did I'd just buy new stuff to replace what I couldn't take now. I was certain I'd never set foot back in this house ever again. 

I stopped at the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom for just a second. I leaned over. I had to puke up the Pepsi. I just couldn't keep it down. My head felt fuzzy. I had a really bad headache. I saw those bright sparky things a person sees just before they pass out. I was all woozy and dizzy. I grabbed the bathroom door and knelt down on the floor until the spell had passed. For a second I thought maybe I'd have a massive heart attack. I thought that would be OK; that would fix the problem. It didn't happen. I didn't die.

I carried my suitcase and ditty bag downstairs. I looked neither to the right nor to left. I went straight for the front door. I didn't hurry, but I didn't tarry either. She was the murderess not me. I got to the front door, opened it, took the house key off my chain and tossed it on the chair nearest the door. I walked out, closed the door, walked to my pick-up, got in, started it up and drove away.

Daphne didn't call out after me or anything. I did see her standing at the front as I pulled off. 

I thought maybe I should get out on one of the highways; one of those high speed two lane highways where cars meet each other. I could pick up speed, get up to about seventy miles an hour and just cross over into oncoming traffic. I'd end it all right now, today! I gave this idea some very serious thought. I even thought of a place where I could be the most certain I'd be killed, but I changed my mind. I wasn't chickening out or anything; I just thought why would I want to I kill somebody else too? 

I kept driving. There were places where I could just drive off the road real fast. I'd crash into a tree or fly into a ditch, or fly into some really deep hole. I could do that, and then I wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore. I'd be dead. I didn't do that either. I thought about my kids. I knew they were my kids. I mean Daphne could be fucking every guy in the county, but I knew who my kids were, and the last thing I'd ever want to do was to leave that kind of example behind for them. They say a child of a suicide is sixty times more likely to commit suicide themselves than a child without that example. I read that someplace. Durkheim I think.

There was only one place I could think of to go. I could go home; not my home where Daphne was, but back home to my parent's house. I knew them. I'd known them all my life. That was smart! I knew I could count on them. I pulled my truck around and started for home. I could talk to them, maybe I could get my head together, and then I'd get my life back on track. I'd do a reset. I'd start over. 

++++++++++

I got to my parents. I told them everything I knew. At first they refused to believe me so I got Hillary on the phone. They couldn't deny what she said. She also said she'd be over to fill us in on all the rest of the grisly details. 

My mom and dad said I could have my old room back for as long as I needed it. They made me promise not to do anything crazy; they wanted me to cool down. I told them cool was one thing I was; cool as a corpse, like dead.

One thing I did do was to call Ralph Stevens. Old Ralphie boy was in the middle of some marital problems of his own. The scuttlebutt was he'd gotten caught with his hands in another man's wife's panties so I had nothing on him. Hell, I sort of figured who the other wife was. He was some kind of hot shot ATF agent or something; he could probably kill me using one hand! 

Look, no one should get stupid and ask if like I know any Martial Arts. I knew a guy named Art once, and every now and then I see a county car with 'Marshall's Office' painted on the side. 

I got Ralph on the phone, "Hey Ralph this is Cale. You know your old buddy Cale McCallister," I could kind of sense he knew what the phone call was about.

He replied, "How about it Cale; great party the other night, had a good time."

I replied, "That's not why I called Ralph old buddy old pal."

"Oh yeah? What's up?"

"I just wanted you to know I saw you and my wife at the Holiday Inn today." 

His voice got kind of tremulous, "Hey listen Cale; it's not what you think."

I was pissed now, "Oh really? Tell me Ralph; what was it? What do I think"

I could tell he was nervous. I couldn't imagine why he'd be nervous about me. I' was 5'11". He was 6'4". I was an office guy who'd never set foot in a gym. He worked out. He'd been taking martial arts since he was maybe three weeks old. Oh I was a jogger. I ran constantly; that's what kept my weight down. But me a fighter? Never happen. If he and I got in a tussle he'd break me like a pretzel. 

He replied, "Well yeah I guess it was, but it wasn't at all how you think," then he asked me, "What did Daphne say?"

I gulped back a tear, "She said it wasn't anything. She said it was like nothing."

Ralph sighed, I heard him sigh over the phone, "Yeah that's about it; no big deal, a big nothing."

I hung up. My life, my marriage was a big nothing. I burst into tears. That's when Hillary showed up.

Hillary walked in and went straight to mom and dad. I heard her say, "How's he taking it?"

My mom said, "Not good. Listen."

I tried to stop crying; I kept hiccoughing and coughing back the tears. It just wasn't working.

Hillary came in. I was in the living room. She sat down beside me, "I think this has been going on for about three weeks. They've been meeting at different places, but today was the first time they actually...well...you saw."

I took in a deep breath, "Yeah, I saw."

Dad and mom and came in. Dad sat across from me. There were only two men in the world who I had undying respect for; one was that old man across from me, the other was my older brother Chris. Right then I wished Chris was here with us too.

Dad's an old retired steel worker. He was dying; he'd gotten emphysema from all the dust and crap in the mill. He relied on oxygen to breathe. He carried it with him everywhere. I wondered if he was one of Mitt Romney's forty-seven percent. I put that out of my mind. I'm not a political guy except when it comes to what government does regarding money. I liked Romney. I guess I would have voted for him if I'd bothered to vote. That doesn't mean I definitely would. Hell I don't know. My dad always looked grey; he looked extra grey today. 

They'd screwed him over on his retirement. He'd put in nearly forty years at the mill; never missed a day's work that I could remember. He had that 'work ethic' everybody talks about. We all got it from him. Near the end of his career the mill was having financial difficulties. I can say unequivocally my dad didn't cause it. A group of financial analysts took over the business. I suppose they were men like me. They took the company apart, sold off the assets, gutted the pension fund, put it all back together and said they'd fixed everything. They blamed the union for everything. The analysts made a fortune, my dad and his coworkers got the shaft. That's capitalism; always all about the money. I ought to know. That's what I do.

I'm sorry I said all that. I'm just feeling sorry for myself.

Dad looked at me, "Son that girl loves you. There's got to be some explanation. I wouldn't jump the gun. Give it some time."

I whipped out a rueful grin, "Dad there's only one way to spell divorce."

Mom stepped to the plate, "Oh no honey; there's always another way."

I interrupted, "I'm not going back there."

Hillary took over, "No I think she means you do something else. You could go for a trial separation or something. It's legal. You could stay apart for like four to six months. Look you and I, we'll find a good divorce lawyer Monday. I feel responsible for some of this. We'll find someone who'll give us the right dope."

"I'm no wimp Hillary. She cheated. Ralph even admitted it. Hell Daphne did too!"

My dad took up the tune, "Cale you're no fool. You never ever jumped into a bucket of shit without first checking how deep or how fresh it might be. Listen to your mother. Follow your sister. Get a lawyer. Check out all your options. Divorce is like the death penalty. You don't know; there might be a way out of this."

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, "I'm no wimp. I won't go crawling back."

Mom added her own perspective, "You know you can even find grains of corn in fresh shit," we all had a laugh at that.

Hillary interjected, "You're no wimp Cale, but you've been hurt. Let's stop the bleeding first," then she turned to dad, "Where's Chris?"

Nobody's seen Chris in years. Dad heard from him now and then. Dad said Chris was a big shot on the oil rigs or something. He was always away some place, Alaska, Indonesia, Nigeria, just name it. It was all kind of hush hush.

Dad looked from Hillary, to mom, to me, then he looked back at mom, "I've got his cell number. I'll get a message to him tonight."

'Yes,' I thought, 'Chris was the idea guy. He always knew what to do. He could fix anything; if I only had Chris.'

Mom looked at me, "I know you're no kid. You're almost middle aged, but at least go along with Hillary. See a lawyer, get all your options."

I nodded, then I looked at dad, "I need a drink, got any beer?"

Dad shook his head, "Christ Cale you want to really get sick. You drink two beers and you'll be throwing up all night."

He was right, "OK, how about a Coke or Pepsi?"

Mom jumped up, "I'll go get you one. You want ice in a glass?"

I replied, "Yes mom, ice please," if nothing else I knew I was on safe turf, no enemies here.

++++++++++

First thing Monday I called in to work and took Monday and Tuesday off. My supervisor threw a fit. He explained how we were on the cusp of some really nasty stuff, and they needed me in the office to manage things. Like I was fucking indispensable? That really pissed me off. I thought I'd been putting in too many hours already, and though they didn't know it I'd planned on seriously cutting back. 

It bothered me. Geena was a dance fanatic, and I'd already missed two recitals because of crap at work that in the end didn't amount to a hill of beans. Michael was a needy little boy. What with three older female figures around the house he needed a male role model. How could I be a role model if I was gone all the time? And poor Brandy; well Brandy took horseback riding lessons, and there were occasions when she missed her time slots because either me or Daphne weren't available to take her. I was going to bring this up with Daphne before this current shit storm hit. Hell, we'd bought her a pony, and now she never had a chance to learn to ride! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Now I was getting a divorce I'd miss all that. That fucking woman!

I finally told my boss I didn't give a shit if the whole God damned country went south; I was taking off. I got so pissed I told him I was taking the week. By the time I was finished he'd completely changed his tune. He was all apologetic. He promised he'd handle everything while I was out. He said something about me needing an assistant. He didn't even ask why I needed the time. He told me to say hello to Daphne. That was another thing that really pissed me off; all my colleagues at work loved my wife. They kept telling me how we were like two peas in a pod; little did they know. Strange, no disheartening, that was something I was proud of just a few days ago

Hillary and I found a lawyer; it was someone Hillary knew from school. By the way Hillary is lawyer; her main specialty is real estate. We got an appointment for 2:00 p.m. The woman, a person named, Vanessa Blackthorn, told us what we needed to bring. I got all the paperwork ready. Hillary stopped by mom and dads and we were on our way.

Now all this time something else had really started to piss me off. This was Monday. I'd cracked the whip with Daphne on Saturday. I hadn't received one call, not a single call from her or anybody. From what I'd read the guilty spouse usually called and called begging for forgiveness and for a chance at reconciliation. So far I'd gotten nothing, nada, not a squeak. I'd even left my cell phone on so I could turn it off if she did call. 

One thing, I thought for sure at least Geena would call. Geena's our oldest child, one remarkable kid. I'm a little prejudiced sure, but we'd had her tested. She's only thirteen, but colleges had already been sending literature. It seemed colleges in states like ours got extra money if they found and enrolled prodigies. Geena was just that, a real prodigy. Why hadn't she called? Crap I knew three languages, English, about six words in Spanish, and bad grammar. Geena was already fluent in all the Romance languages, and she was deep into German, some Belgian language I'd never heard of, and Russian. And I mean she probably knew more damn math than Steven fucking Hawking! Why hadn't she called? 

Geena got her brains from her mom. Her mom was a classic underachiever; it really aggravated her parents when she blew off a free ride to Brown just so she could marry me. I never figured that one out. Why me? I mean she could have gone to Brown and really have stepped up. It's about the gene pool isn't it? I told her marrying me was like marrying a carp when Brown was loaded with small mouthed bass. She only laughed and said people in China thought carp was a delicacy. 

Brandy's also a smarty pants, and little Mikey's probably got the good momma genes too. Why the fuck is this happening to me. What was Daphne thinking?

We got to the lawyer's, and after about a twenty minute wait we were shown in. Hillary insisted she go in with me. She said she didn't trust me to pay attention and make the good decisions. After ten minutes of discussion I was glad she was there.

I'll try to remember the whole interview. Hell why try to remember, I taped the damn thing. Shit that's when I figured out why no one called. I'd left my cell charger back at the house; the damn phone was dead. Oh well, we used Hillary's phone to record. That's another thing that pissed me off about Daphne; charging stuff like cell phones and the tooth machine, what is it, the damn thing we use to clean around the teeth. I must be getting Alzheimer's. Daphne handled all that shit. I never had to worry about any of it. 

Ms. Blackthorn was a nice looking woman. She had on a classy looking two piece suit with a crisply starched white blouse. For a moment I thought I'd find one for Daphne. Oh shit!

Well we sat down and started. Hillary went first.

Hillary told Ms. Blackthorn, "We're here because my brother caught his wife coming out of a Holiday Inn with another man. When he confronted her she admitted she been having an adulterous relationship."

Ms. Blackthorn asked Hillary, "Did he get anything on tape, any comments, any pictures?'

I started to say something but Hillary shushed me, "No, in fact Cale here couldn't wait. He went right after her as soon as he got home."

Ms. Blackthorn sort of shook her head. She looked at me and said, "You say you caught your wife cheating, and she admitted it, but in fact you don't have a single shred of proof. Mr. McCallister if you tried for a divorce on the basis of adultery with the proof you've got she could clean your clock and when she finished you'd be expected to thank her for it."

I tried to reassure Ms. Blackthorn, "Oh no Daphne wouldn't do anything like that she's..."

Ms. Blackthorn cut me off, "You know what you need?"

I asked, "No what?"

She smiled at my sister, "He needs a box of clues, because he doesn't have any, not one."

I asked, "What's that supposed to mean?" 

She smiled, "We're talking divorce. In this state when it's an amicable settlement the husband usually gets pulled through a ringer. You're talking unproved adultery. Man she could burn you alive. In fact we have an acronym for it."

Hillary smiled like she already knew, "What's that?"

Ms. Blackthorn grinned, "B.T.B.B.G.; Burn the Bastard But Good."

I tried to interrupt, "But."

Hillary saved the day, "We were thinking about some kind of legal separation first."

Ms. Blackthorn leaned back, "That would be better," she'd been skimming through some of the stuff I'd handed her, "says here you've got three kids. Your wife put you through graduate school. She handles the bills, she uses her paycheck to pay the mortgage," she leaned forward and looked at me, "Mr. McCallister, Cale, what do you do anyway? What do you bring to the marriage?"

I was nonplussed by that, "Why I'm the husband. I'm the man. I make most of the money. I mean, with my wife's help I'm raising three kids. I'm..."

Ms. Blackthorn held up her hand, "You ever studied ants Mr. McCallister?"

"No I..."

She pushed on, "With ants it's the females who make the babies, they raise them, care for them. It's the female that does all the work. They call the male ant the drone. You're familiar with the word drone aren't you?"

I didn't like where this was going, "Yeah a drone is like some worthless animal that sort of just hangs around and..."

I suddenly realized I was like one those butterflies zoologists pin to pieces of paper. Ms. Blackthorn just pinned me to the wall. As far as my family was concerned I was essentially a worthless piece of shit. Daphne was the one who'd been carrying the water all these years.

So I commented, "You're saying if I go for a divorce on grounds of infidelity I don't have a chance, but if I go for a divorce on any other grounds I don't have a chance."

She smiled, "Well you could go deep. You could fight it out. I'll make a lot of money. Your wife will hire a lawyer and they'll make a lot of money. It's a win win for me. But you...well..."

Hillary stepped in again, "What if Cale went for something else, like I'd said the legal separation."

Ms. Blackthorn was still skimming through the stuff I'd brought, "Let me ask you a couple questions."

I grinned. What else did I have to lose, "Sure, ask away."

"Do you know what a 'separation agreement' is?"

I replied, "No not really."

"Well," she said, "it's not just a separation it's a legal understanding. You and your wife have to agree on such things as child custody, child support, spousal support, I mean any alimony, property division, debt division and legal fees. If the two of you can't agree then you go deep, then you go for divorce."

I responded, "I don't get it," I really didn't.

Ms. Blackthorn went on, "A separation agreement would legally define each spouse's rights and responsibilities, what you and your wife can and cannot do regarding money, property, and the children. It is not a trial separation; it' more an alternative to divorce. You would stay married but live apart. In some instances the two of you might engage in counseling. In most cases a separation agreement is an understanding that the people would really perhaps prefer to try to work things out. Sometimes the two separated spouses even stay in the same house. That's rare though."




Sign of the Times



I listened and then replied, "I don't know if I can do that."

She asked, "Why not. You might save a lot of money. You could provide the second best possible environment for your children, and there's always the possibility of reconciliation; plus, what if one of you has the better health insurance plan. You've got to think of the children in that case."

I knew my insurance was what we used; it was hands and feet ahead of Daphne's. I said so, "Well my insurance is what we use; hers would be almost prohibitively expensive."

My lawyer went on, "I'd like to ask you a couple additional questions. Hillary you can chime in when you think you can help."

My sister and I both nodded. 

Ms. Blackthorn started in, "OK, let's try and rule out infidelity as the reason for divorce. Let's look at some alternatives. Does your wife have any irritating habits you could identify as a cause for divorce, say alcoholism, mental abuse, poor health concerns? Is she dirty? Is the house dirty? Think for a second. Does she physically abuse you? Do you eat off dirt dirty dishes? Can you think of anything like that?"

I piped right up, "Oh no, I can't think of a single thing about Daphne I'd call an irritating habit. In fact, sometimes she's too solicitous, maybe protective. Sometimes I feel like one of the kids; she like takes care of everything. No I can't think of any irritating habits." 

"What about family, yours. Are there any relatives you can't stand, maybe a meddlesome mother-in-law? Does your father-in-law embarrass or humiliate you in the presence of others?"

I replied, "Oh God no. Her mom and dad are the best! I mean I feel like sometimes they love me more than Daphne."

The lawyer went on, "All right; think about this. We all go into marriage with certain expectations. Most of the time marriages turn out to be the opposite of what we expect. We romanticize marriage and become disillusioned once those romantic expectations aren't met. Unmet expectations can be a source of conflict. Is there something about Daphne's personality, or her expectations about you or the marriage that might be a cause for the ruination of your marriage?"

I shook my head no, "No Ms. Blackthorn; everything's been fine. I mean more than just fine, they've been wonderful."

Ms. Blackthorn rubbed a pencil against the side of her head, "OK, let' see. Does Daphne pick fights? Does she ignore you? Does she, let's say, avoid problems or issues you think are important. Does she pay enough attention to you? Does she do things like hide unpaid bills? Does she waste money? Does she run up large bills for frivolous or unnecessary things?"

I was dumbstruck, "No none of those things make any sense. Until Saturday I thought we had a perfect marriage. I mean I thought everything was terrific. Daphne takes care of all the bills. Our credit is great. If anything, I'm the one who spends money wastefully. Daphne has been wonderful, like the perfect wife."

Ms. Blackthorn looked at my sister, "I want honesty here. You've been around them since they first got married. How would Daphne have answered these questions?"

Hillary hesitated and responded, "I think Daphne would've said the same thing, but...and this is a big but. Daphne gives in too easily. Cale always gets his way. I can't say it any other way. Cale is spoiled rotten. I'd say if Daphne isn't working with the kids; she's figuring out ways to make her husband happy. Until this I thought she was my best friend. I mean she waits on Cale hand and foot."

Ms. Blackthorn looked at me, "Would you agree with your sister's assessment?"

I nodded and answered, "Yes, that about right."

Ms. Blackthorn pushed her chair away from her desk, "So you have a doting wife who spoils you rotten. She has no irritating habits. Her family loves you like you were one of their own. Your wife hasn't just met your expectations of what you think a good wife should be like; she's exceeded them, and your only serious concern is, except for what you saw on Saturday, something she readily admitted to, your only concern is that she's too solicitous, too concerned about your happiness. Is that right?"

I shrugged, "Yes I guess that's about it."

The lawyer frowned at me, "Mr. McCallister I don't think divorce is ever in anyone's best interest, and quite honestly especially not here. In fact what you've described is essentially what all marriages could be like. You might be one of the luckiest men I've met. I'm not trying to soft sell what your wife did, and I'm certainly not trying to blame you for anything, but Mr. McCallister, Cale, you have, except for this one thing, a very happy home."

I squirmed in my chair, "Yes but she cheated on me. She broke our wedding vows. She ruined my life."

The lawyer stared at me like she was trying to frame the words for her next sentence, then she said, "Cale you saw your wife and another man leave the same motel room. Is that right?"

I nodded affirmatively.

She went on, "They didn't leave at the same time."

I replied, "No. He came out later."

"You saw no signs of affection, no hugging, no kissing, not even an affable wave good bye."

I shook my head no.

Ms. Blackthorn said me, "Cale no one is perfect, and she certainly might have done a terrible thing. If you really want a divorce I'll take you on, but for your sake, for the happiness of your children, all three of whom seem to be described here as intelligent, happy, but sensitive young people. And last I'd like to add possibly for the sake of a woman I think you still desperately love and who just might deserve a little more consideration if not a second chance you ought to very seriously consider some form of legal separation and counseling in preference to outright divorce."

I sort of fumbled around, "You think so?"

She injected, "Cale you can't prove she did anything wrong. In court it would be your word against hers. A legal separation would give you a chance to breathe. You could weigh all the ramifications. Mr. McCallister going through a divorce can be very painful. You'll suffer. Your wife will suffer, all your family will pay a terrible price, and most importantly you have three children. They'll experience a trauma that will follow them all their lives. Do you want to do that to your kids?" 

"So you think I should go the legal separation route."

She sat back and put her hands behind her head. I got a good glimpse of a pretty nice rack, "She replied, "I'd like a new Lexus. I could see myself driving a new corvette. You could do that for me. Think it over, you can buy me a nice car, or you if you went the separation route you just might be able to avert ruining a lot of innocent lives."

I looked at Hillary, "What do you think?"

She didn't hesitate, "Do the legal separation. If it doesn't work or hurts too much you can always drop back and punt."

I stood up and held out my hand to Ms. Blackthorn, "Can you draw up the paperwork?"

She stood also, "Consider it done. Stop by tomorrow morning. This isn't nearly as harsh as divorce. You can take them to your wife personally."

I knew I couldn't do that, but then I had Hillary. I shook the lawyer's hand, "See you tomorrow then."

We all smiled and parted company. I still felt terrible. I still felt like my world had come to an end, but this might be cheaper, and who knows, it might work out better.

When Hillary and I got outside I dumped my plan on her, "Hillary I want to disappear. I'm going to the beach. You have my cell phone number. I want you to take the separation agreement to Daphne."

She looked at me scornfully, "You really are a pussy."

I asked, "You'll do it?"

She said, "I'll do it."

After that we drove back to mom and dads. We explained what the plan was while I packed a smaller suitcase with the few casual clothes I had with me. I figured I'd stop on the way and buy some more stuff. I'd stay away for the rest of the week. When I got back Hillary and I could talk over what I might do next. 'Gee,' I thought, 'it's great to have family.' 

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Back home, that is back at my parents, like I said, we talked some more. By then I couldn't think of what I had with Daphne as home anymore. Why didn't she try to call? She could've called. I wanted her to call so I could hang up on her. 

It was only Monday, I'd been away from my kids just two days and already I missed them terribly. In the past, in fact just a few weeks earlier I'd been away at seminars for up to four days. Sure I missed them then too, but it was different now. I hated to admit it; I missed Daphne even more. 

Since the lawyer's my cellular phone was up and running; but no calls had been put through. I guessed my wife really didn't care. Was what I saw at the Holiday Inn more than a dalliance? God, to lose my wife, my family, all I'd so foolishly thought was important over a selfish affair was bad, but to think I was losing everything to the likes of Ralph Stevens, that was beyond comprehension. 

Before Saturday I would never have thought of Stevens as a threat to my marriage. I hadn't been able to sleep Sunday night so I'd spent most of that time wandering over the Internet investigating the reasons for divorce and why women, and men, had affairs. The things I found out were interesting; in my case maybe more than interesting, maybe appalling was a better word. 

What I found out was there looked like three main reason why women had affairs. For men the reasons were a little different, but they didn't matter since I wasn't the one having an affair. The biggest reason was money. Second was intimacy; women often sought a man outside marriage because they weren't getting enough attention, by that the research seemed to indicate affection. The last thing was sex.

I thought about my life with Daphne. I didn't think money was the reason. That couldn't have been the cause for what I saw happen with Daphne; we had money, I mean we weren't flush, but we were doing all right. Sure there were reasons why Daphne could throw money in as a problem. She'd put me through graduate school. She worked tirelessly for the 'us' part of our marriage, but I'd never denied it, and I'd tried like crazy to make up for it. I'd put in my hours on the job. D

Daphne still worked; she worked right through the first two trimesters with both Brandy and Michael. She'd always carried her weight, more than her weight in fact, but the last few years I'd been working really hard trying to catch up. 

Could it have been the sex thing? Maybe. I know Daphne wasn't a virgin when we got married, but she was awful tiny down there, I mean down between her legs. I remember our first few times. She was so small; I hadn't meant to but I'd hurt her when we had sex. I'd been careful. I thought I'd been the loving husband. 

I remember when we were dating, or just before I started dating her. She'd been something of a coquette. She dated a lot of guys. In fact she went through almost all my friends. I thought of Ralph as a friend back then, not anymore. She even dated my brother Chris. It was like she'd made a list, and then she went through it. At the time I thought it was kind of strange; she seemed to be running down this list of names just dating one after the other. All of us, except for Chris were younger than her. I guess I ended up the last man on her list; yeah, last and least.

Yeah she'd date some guy; often as not one of my friends. They'd come around and talk about her. They'd talk about how hot she was, how great she kissed, what a terrific body she had, what a great ass, nice tits. How interesting she was to talk to. I wondered before I married her if she hadn't screwed every friend I had. That's one reason why I know I've got a really big Johnson. If she'd gone through all those guys, then why was she so small? It had to be me; I was just that big.

It bothered me a little that she'd hit, or should I say tapped, all my friends, but that was before she got to me. I couldn't very well hold her accountable for the before; it was only the after that I thought mattered, and after me until Saturday I thought I was it. Well I guess I'm not it. Ralph Stevens is 'it'.

Frequency might have been a problem. At first I guess Daphne and me were like all newlyweds; we went at it every chance we got. Just before and shortly after each baby there were times when we'd abstained. The medical books we'd read for one reason or another sort of warned against doing it too much at those times, but at all other times I thought we'd been pretty active. I don't mean we'd been what, profligate, but I thought I'd kept her happy. I know I'd been happy, I'd been incredibly happy.

About the sex; I already recalled we'd kept on the tamer side of sex. I liked the missionary position the best and I always thought she did too. I know some books call it 'vanilla sex', but I didn't and don't think so. I'd read up; humans are the only creatures who are capable of missionary sex. We are the only one of God's creations who can look at their partners while they do it. I thought that meant something. I got see her while we were busy. I got to kiss her pretty face. I got to nuzzle and caress her cheeks and her neck and her breasts while we were doing it. I mean I could see what I thought was the joy we shared while it was happening. 

Oh sure we did other positions. I sometimes sneaked up on her during the day, like when she was in the kitchen at the sink. I'd sneak up behind, pull up her dress, then pull down her panties and do her right then and there. A couple times I'd caught her that way while the kids were like just ten feet away on the back porch.

Geena or Brandy would be looking through the window and asking their mom what was wrong; she'd be squealing with delight and they didn't know why. I got a real kick out of that. I thought Daphne did too. 

Mostly though I keep thinking about when the kids were in bed; how we'd be on the sofa. First we'd just hold hands, then our heads would touch, we'd hug and kiss and I would slowly unbutton her top, reach in, touch her wonderful warm soft boobs, lean down and kiss those precious dark orbs that were her aureole and her nipples. She'd pull down her pants or pull up her dress. I'd undo my pants and pull them off. She'd slide over on my lap. Mostly we'd be facing each other, but sometimes she'd be on my lap facing away. I'd slowly slide inside her. God it was so romantic. 

No I thought the sex was pretty good. The frequency wasn't always the greatest, but when we did it, I believed it was the best. I mean I was never, not once, not ever, a wham bam thank you ma'am kind of guy. I always, I mean I always made sure she got her pleasure. I wouldn't quit until she did. Sometimes I thought she faked it, but those times seemed to be for a reason, like the kids were just outside, or someone was at the door. If I thought she was faking it and I saw no reason for it I'd ask her. Hell, I'd interrogate her. Mostly she came clean, but like I thought already, those times weren't that often.

Did I go down on her? I liked that, shit I loved it. I knew how that worked. I read up on the G-spot thing. Yeah I found that sucker, and I worked it. I already knew all about a woman's clitoris, and I knew how that worked. I worked that too. Sometimes in the winter, even when the kids were up I'd lay my head in her lap. I'd get a blanket, we'd call it a blankie, and I'd reach under with my right, or my left, take my fingers and get her all wet. It was really kind of exciting. I'd feel her start to squirm and all. She'd jump up and say something like, "All right kids time for bed!" We'd get the kids settled and then go to town. I had so much fun!

I remember we went to see that Sandra Bullock movie 'Crash'. There was a scene where a married couple had sex while the husband was driving. Yeah the wife got down, she leaned down, and did her man right there in the car, right while he was driving! That night on the way to pick up the kids Daphne did me! I liked it, but I was really crazily embarrassed. I thought it felt good, but I felt maybe it was a little selfish too, well just a little bit. 

I remember how she did it. She knelt down and unzipped my pants. Then she reached in and found me. She fiddled with it till I got hard, she pulled it out and kissed me on the top, right where the pee comes out. I'm circumcised so she didn't have to worry about any schmuck. Oh she closed her lips around me. She lowered her mouth down as far as she could go. It was so great!

I got this great orgasm; all she got was a lot of stuff in her hair. I never asked her for a repeat performance; well not that way, not in the car. 

Was sex the reason? I didn't think so.

Well if it wasn't sex, and it wasn't money then it had to be about affection. That didn't seem fair somehow. I've never been a cold person, and especially not with Daphne.

I've never been violent either. I never ever hit her or hurt her physically in any way. Jesus, hitting a woman? Like what kind of creep does that? I yelled sometimes. OK, maybe I yelled too much. I wish I hadn't. But I never broke anything. I never threw anything. I might have had a tantrum to two, or maybe ten, but I never broke anything, and I sure never broke anything I thought she thought was important. 

Well OK, I broke a big green vase, but that was an accident. I was hollering and yelling about something. I don't remember what it was, but my leg accidentally, I mean it really was an accident, it hit the coffee table. I broke this big tall green vase she'd bought at Pier One Imports. 

I can still see it now; spinning round and round before it fell off the table and broke on the rug. Like it was an accident! I didn't mean for it to happen. She just stood there and looked at me. She never said anything. She liked that vase. She really liked that vase, and she just stood there. Right away I shut up. I apologized. I told her it was an accident. She didn't say anything. Well she said one thing. She looked at the vase on the rug all in pieces and she said, "I'll clean it up." That was all she said. 

I felt like crap. I bought her another vase. She never put it out. It's still in the garage, in the box it came in. Christ it was a fucking accident! I didn't mean it! 

I suppose one partner is always a little more mature than the other. Until Saturday I would have given the maturity ticket to Daphne. I remember we'd argue; sometimes we really hollered and yelled. Of course I'm a man. I have a deeper and louder voice. I could always out yell her. She'd stop and just wait for me to run out of gas. The she'd say something like, "Are you through now?" I'd answer, "Yeah. I guess so." Then we'd sit down and work on the problem. I guess sometimes she made me feel like I was one of the kids. It never bothered me, and here's why.

If we had a real problem, I mean like a crisis, if something really big had happened, then she'd turn to me and I got to be the man of the house. I remember one time I got to be the 'Super Dad'!

Brandy had a problem once at school. There was this older girl who started bullying her. Daphne and I talked to Brandy about it. We tried to get her to think up ways to short circuit the bully, but nothing worked. 

I went to school, but when I talked to the teacher I felt like I was being blown off. I went to the teacher's vice-principal, and then I went to the principal but got no results. Daphne was completely nonplussed, not me though. I took off from work, got a lawyer, I got my sister, and I went straight to the superintendent of schools. It turned out the bully was age inappropriate; she was too old for that class. I also found out the teacher was something of a bully too. She liked to try to intimidate her colleagues and her supervisors. She'd been getting away with it for years. 




Sign of the Times



When I got finished I had the bully in a different class, and I got apologies from everybody. I got apologies from the principal, the vice-principal, and the teacher. That's when it occurred to me bullies are kind of like members of a club; they like to hang together. So the bully teacher stood up for the bully kid; sounds stupid but maybe it was a little bit true. 

Yeah, talk about a cover up! Oh yeah I was Woodward and Bernstein. I was Ken Starr. And the teacher; well her ass was grass, and I was the lawnmower! I always wanted to say that. 

I was so proud of myself for all that I did for my kid. I thought Daphne was proud of me too. I know Brandy and the kids were proud of me. I mean I really came through that time!

So if it wasn't money, and it wasn't sex, and it might not have been affection then what was it? There's only one answer; it's me. She doesn't love me, not any more. I read up; some women have what the experts call 'exit affairs'. A woman realizes she doesn't love her husband anymore so she shops around until she finds someone new, she finds a replacement. Jesus God almighty; Daphne shopped around and picked Ralph Stevens? That's really fucked up! Ralph Stevens was my replacement! I wanted to die all over again when I realized that!

Damn it! Here I am cussing like a sailor in my head. I never cuss. I've got kids! I've got a wife and two girls; a father doesn't use profanity in front of their kids, especially not girls. I've been a good dad too. At least I think I have. I've tried to be like my dad. He's a man; he's a real man. I mean he did all right by us. He did all right by me, Hillary, and my older brother Chris. I need to see Chris.

Chris is my hero. He's my big brother. He was my star when I was growing up. I tried to be like him. I never quite measured up, but I tried. Heck, when he started dating Daphne I sort of knew I needed to check her out. I mean all my friends had been with her, then my brother. If my brother liked her there had to be something there. 

I can't exactly explain how I wangled my way between Chris and Daphne, but somehow I did. I never quite figured that out, but I ended up with the girl who turned out to be the girl of my dreams. Girl of my dreams; now she was my nightmare! 

I remember back in high school. Daphne's like almost two years older, but she was only one year ahead of me grade-wise so I saw her almost every day. She was pretty. I mean really pretty. She took all the 'A' courses. She wore these pleated miniskirts and crisp white and colored blouses. I can see her now leaning up to kiss Brian Ahearn. Back then Brian was one of my friends. God she looked so hot. I remember how she kissed him and looked all around. She saw me and sort of kind of smiled. Jesus was that a great smile or what?

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We got back to mom and dads, parked the car and went in. Dad didn't look so good. I was afraid maybe what was happening to me was getting to him. We all pulled up some chairs at the kitchen table and talked some more. I've often noticed, no matter who it was, no matter the family, the kitchen is like the 'war room'. That's where all the arguments and all the decisions are made. Well there we were in the war room.

Mom told us right away, "Daphne's been calling. Cale did you know your cell phone's been turned off? Daphne's been trying to reach you. Geena and Brandy have been calling too. Cale you've got to do something; your girls are a wreck, especially your daughters. They think it's their fault. Daphne told us she told them what you saw, but they don't want to believe her. Cale I don't care if Daphne's been sleeping with the whole state National Guard, you've got to work this out. Your kids are a mess."

Dad piped in, "Chris can't make it home right now. He's isn't available, but he'll be home in a few months. I can't tell you why he can't get home except to say he's really totally occupied. It's kind of 'top secret'. He gave me the full dope, but he made me promise. He said he'd get home as soon as he could and do what he could. Cale he's worried sick about you. He doesn't believe Daphne's having an affair. He says there has to be a mistake somewhere." 

Then Hillary filled them in. Mom and dad wanted me to go over to my house and talk to Daphne, but I told them I wouldn't do it. I was afraid to tell them the real reason. I knew how it would end up. I'd be on the floor begging her not to leave me. I'd break down. I'd be crying like a baby. I'd lose all my self-respect. I knew I was a total waste as a man, a real wimp. I just didn't have any pride. I was too scared to face my wife. 

It bothered me about the kids, but they were like this Trojan Horse. If I went to see them; even if I just talked to them all my protective walls would come tumbling down. I needed to hide. I needed to crawl in a hole somewhere and just pull the dirt in over me. The beach would be my grave. She was leaving me for another man. I just knew it, and it tore me up inside. I was inadequate. I wished I was dead.

So I loaded my pick-up. I got in and took off. On the way I stopped at a Walmart and bought some more stuff. I started for the beach. 

I cried all the way down. I was alone in the truck. No one saw me so I figured it was all right.

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I got to the beach. As it was still officially winter, weather wise anyway, I had no difficulty finding a place. I did not go to any of the three Holiday Inns. I found the newest Marriott; it had an indoor pool, a clean restaurant that served good local seafood, and my room had a brand new hot tub. I picked up some Pepsis and a couple bags of French Onion potato chips, turned on the television, plopped down to watch some old Fred Astaire/Ginger Rogers movie, and I started to have myself another really good cry. 

They say crying is a kind of cathartic. Well I don't believe it. The more I cried the worse I felt. Hillary called Tuesday evening, and we had another unhappy conversation.

I answered the phone and Hillary started right in, "Cale I delivered the separation agreement. It was a pretty short document. It detailed what we talked about with the lawyer. Daphne asked me to stay a few minutes so I did."

I asked, "Did she understand it? How did she handle it?"

"Oh she understood it all aright. I thought she was going to get mad, but she surprised me she just sort of read it and didn't say anything. It was kind of eerie. Daphne's a talker. You know that. She just read the thing, stared at it, and put it down. She just kept staring off into space; it was like she was in another world. It was as though she had something on her mind that had nothing to do with anything. She asked me how you were doing. I told her you were devastated. She asked me if she thought you'd talk to her. I told her probably not, at least not for a while. She said a couple things I didn't understand after that but then..."

I interrupted, "Did she cry or anything?"

"No she didn't cry, but I could tell she'd been crying. I don't think she's been to work yet this week. She looks really depressed. I didn't see the kids. They'd left for school when I got there."

"What else did she say?"

"Well Cale she said she goofed up right after you confronted her. She said some things she wished she could take back. She told me what she said about how what we saw wasn't anything and that it didn't mean anything. She said she didn't mean for it come out the way it did. She tried to tell me what was going on with Ralph Stevens wasn't an affair. She said it wasn't anything like that at all."

I was curious, "What did she mean by that?"

"Cale it's hard to say. She wasn't very coherent. She kept skipping around. First she talked about the kids, then about you, then Chris, and then she was talking about your old friends like Brian and Ellis Goodwood, and then even Ralph. She kept going back to Chris. She wasn't making any sense. 

She kept saying how sorry she was. She kept apologizing, but she wasn't apologizing to me, and it didn't sound like she was trying to apologize to you either. She sounded all confused. She asked about your mom and dad. She's worried about our dad; you know his heart and the emphysema."

"Tell me Hillary what did you tell her about our parents and about Chris?"

"She forgot she mentioned Chris when I brought him up again. I told her mom and dad were taking this pretty hard. Cale that really cracked her shell. I mean up to then it was like she was adrift, like in some dream world. The mention of your dad not doing well made her burst into tears. She said she'd made a mistake, but that no one would understand. Cale you know she sounded real far-off; it didn't sound like she was talking about Stevens or the Holiday Inn."

I started to sniff. I was angry with Daphne, but it tore my ass to hear that she was crying about my dad. I asked Hillary, "Didn't she understand that it's her fault my dad is reacting the way he is?"

Hillary tried to explain something to me, but I'm not sure I understood, "Cale Daphne thinks if she could just talk to you that you'd understand. She told me you forgot your medicine. But she said she couldn't say what you needed to hear. Then she went off again about how sorry she was. She started talking about the way things used to be. She was talking like everything was in the past tense. By past tense it sounded like she was referring to herself in the past tense. Cale she didn't sound like herself. I'm worried Cale. Maybe you should come home. I think she needs you."

'Needs me,' I thought, 'now there's a good one,' I told Hillary I wasn't coming home, not yet anyway, but she should keep me informed about the children. I worried about them especially. After Hillary hung up I went to the bathroom. All the Sour Cream and Onion chips made a return performance. Yeah I'd forgotten my stomach medicine. 

I have a hiatal hernia. The doctor told me and Daphne that hernia was a misnomer people used for what I had. All it meant was I had a nervous condition and my stomach pushed up against my esophagus and larynx, and that caused acid reflux. 

Daphne put one of my pills out beside my breakfast meal every morning. Yeah, Daphne made me eat something every day before I went to work. I always had whatever the kids had. If they had oatmeal, I had oatmeal. If she fixed them a poached egg, I got a poached egg. 

She had a routine, oatmeal on Mondays, poached eggs were Tuesday, French toast Wednesday, pancakes were Thursday, and scrambled eggs came Friday. I fixed breakfast on the weekends. I took Prevacid, and since she always remembered my pills for me I'd forgotten to get them when I left Saturday. 

Crap Daphne even fixed me a lunch pail when we were first married. I made her stop because everybody teased me at work. What they really teased me about was the way she'd cut up my apples; she put lime juice or something on the exposed parts so it wouldn't turn brown. 

She's amazing; she'd get me and the kids off to school and work, and then she'd get ready for work herself. When the girls were babies she'd hang around till either her mother or mine came to babysit while she went to work. 

Lately since the girls and Michael are now in school one of our mom's doesn't have to get to our house until the afternoon just before the school busses dropped them off. Daphne coordinates who babysits what afternoons with our moms. If neither mom can get over Daphne comes home from work early. I don't have to do anything.

Lately Geena's been helping with things like emptying the dishwasher and the dusting, but she's not allowed to help is she hasn't gotten her homework done. Daphne makes me check the kid's homework. I know she's already checked it, but it's her way to make sure I'm still involved. 

I have my chores too. I'm supposed to take out the trash, see to it our vehicles are safe and inspected, and lately I've been told I have to run the vacuum. 

Daphne says with the new carpet it hurts her back to push the vacuum. I don't mind. I like to vacuum. I like the way I can make real straight lines across the carpet using the tumbler at the bottom of the vacuum. I pretend like I'm a farmer plowing really straight rows in the soil although it's only just the carpet. 

I did all the snow blowing this winter. Daphne and the kids watched from inside while I cleared the sidewalk and the drive. I felt good about that. I felt kind of proud. 

One time this past winter we all made a snowman. Gee that was fun; cold but fun. When we finished we all went inside. Daphne made us all cacao, and while we drank the cacao Daphne put all our wet clothes in the dryer and hung up our heavy coats. Then while we all took a nap Daphne made a big bowl of vegetable soup.

In the summer I do the lawn, but Daphne has her flower beds. The girls try to help with the flowers, but they get tired pretty fast. The kids wanted a pool in the backyard, but we poo pooed that idea. Too many kids drown in backyard pools. Daphne and I set up some horseshoe pits and a place to play croquette instead. We use rubber rings in place of metal horseshoes. 

I won't have to worry about any chores any more. Daphne drives a minivan. I'll certainly keep up with that. I'm going to miss the breakfasts. I'm going to miss a lot of things. Daphne's a great cook. I'll miss her homemade lasagna, and her crab cakes are to die for. 

Sometimes we used have formal dinners at home; that was usually a Friday night thing. Daphne would get out the wine glasses, fill them with grape juice, and then serve up a special meal; we'd have salads, sometimes homemade soup, a special entree, and then maybe a Mrs. Smith's pie. Daphne did this so the kids would learn proper etiquette. 

These things didn't happen on Sundays. Sunday dinners we alternated between her mom and mine. Sometimes both sets of parents would meet and we all eat together. Daphne's an only child. 

I can't help it. I know I'm going to be doing a lot of crying this week. I used to love the beach; I guess not so much anymore.

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It's funny how we always remember the exact time and place when something really important happens. I mean what American doesn't remember where they were and what they were doing on 9-11-01?

Well I guess things came crashing down for me the first time at 1:15 p.m. Saturday, when I saw Daphne come out of room 241 at the Holiday Inn. But then it was like a second building came tumbling down at 1:10 p.m. Wednesday afternoon. I was sitting in the hot tub drinking an Orange juice when my cell phone rang. 'Aha', I thought, 'the evil one has finally condescended to make the call.' I picked up and opened the phone, no such luck; it was Hillary, I opened it up, "OK, Hillary what's up?"

She didn't mince any words, "Come home right away now!"

'Christ,' I thought, 'one of the kids is hurt!' I asked, "What is it?"

"Daphne's in the hospital. She's at Good Christian. Get here, and like right away!"

To say the least I was stricken; had she been in an accident? What, had she fallen down the steps? I knew we should have carpeted the damn stairs, "Tell me Hillary what is it?"

"Daphne's taken something. She may die."

Oh Jesus Christ! Holy shit! I answered, "I'm on my way!" All thoughts of infidelity, pay back, divorce flew right out the window! Daphne was in trouble! I had to get home right away! 

I leaped out of the tub. I dried off as quickly as I could, slipped on a pair of jeans, a Tee shirt, and my moccasins. I rode the elevator down, threw the key card at the girl at the desk, "You can pack up my stuff. I'll pick it up later. I was in the parking garage, in my pick-up, and gone in twenty minutes. I never did go back for my stuff.

I didn't speed. I didn't want to get pulled over, but I knew the routine; stay just about ten miles over the limit and they won't bother you. I had better than a half a tank of gas. I could get there without having to stop. 

Traffic was a little rough through some of the towns, but it was only real bad when I got to the I95 and I695 cut offs. I was careful; I followed the traffic, and got through it pretty good. I was finally at the hospital by 6:45 p.m. I ran in the emergency room and shouted out my wife's name. My dad and Daphne's dad intercepted me. Hillary and her husband were there too. 

My dad got to me, "Son she's stable now, but it was kind of a close call."

"Where's mom," I asked? 

Dad replied. Boy was he calm, "Your mom's with her now. They had to pump her stomach..."

I jumped at that, "What?"

Hillary was beside me, "Cale it looks like she might have tried to do something really foolish."

"Oh God no," was my response.

"She got somebody's pills. It looks like she took a whole bottle of some kind of medication. The doctor says it looks like Xanax, maybe Valium, but most likely Xanax."

I remembered back a couple years earlier there'd been a rumor our business was coming under scrutiny, possibly for fraud. Well I'd panicked. Our family doctor prescribed Xanax to help me get to sleep and calm my nerves. He'd given me several refills; three I think. Daphne, in her usual organized way refilled the pills when she thought the pharmacist would allow it whether I'd used all the pills or not. I'd completely forgotten about them, but Daphne must have stowed them away someplace safe. She hadn't forgotten.

I rushed up to the nurse's desk, "My name is Cale McCallister. My wife is Daphne McCallister. When can I see her?"

The nurse politely smiled. She handed me one of those guest cards and said, "Go right in. She's in room thirty-one. Here I'll open the door for you," with that I watched her push a button and the automated door slowly opened.

I was down the hall and into room thirty-one in a split second. Mom was there. Daphne was in bed; she looked like she was asleep. I went up close. God she looked awful! I crept up next to her, leaned down and whispered, "Daphne, it's me."

She slowly opened her eyes, she graced me with one of those soft languid smiles I'd learned to love so much, then the smile disappeared and her face metamorphosed into a look of bitter sadness, I mean abject misery. She whispered, "I read your proposals. I saw a lawyer late Tuesday evening. We worked up a counter set," she started to say more, but stopped. She turned and looked away like she was staring way off in the distance.

I thought I should say something. I wanted to tell her I forgave her. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't have a clue. I whispered back, "OK."

I heard my mother sigh. I turned around; I saw what had to be a grimace, and then a look of almost devastating disgust. I didn't quite know what to do so I turned back around to Daphne. I took her right hand in my two hands. I gently squeezed. She opened her eyes again, but didn't reply. 

All of a sudden all the hospital machinery connected to her started to buzz and make noises. Pretty quick a nurse followed by a doctor slipped in the room. I thought, 'Wow that was quick, getting a doctor that fast.'

The nurse smoothly shunted me aside and started tending to my wife. The doctor approached me, "Are you the husband?"

I responded, "Yes."

He said, "Maybe we could step outside a moment."

Together he and I stepped into the corridor. My mom tugged my sleeve and said she'd be outside and down the hall with dad and Hillary. I nodded and turned back to the doctor.

The doctor, his name was Poniatowski, it said so on his name tag. He spoke to me, "She's had a tough time of it. For a while we weren't sure. She took a mean overdose of Xanax," he seemed to shrug, "We're still a little concerned. We'll certainly be keeping her here for a day or two, but before we release her to go home we'd like to make as certain as we can she won't be back again. It's none of our business, but do you have any idea why she'd consider doing what she seems to have tried?"




Sign of the Times



I replied, "I'm sorry I was out of town. Yes, I caught her Saturday with another man. I've since moved out and seen a lawyer. I guess well..."

"Oh I see. Well sir," he looked down at the clipboard he'd carried out, he seemed to fidget, "It's not likely she'll try something again right away, but we'd like to be as sure as possible. With your approval we could have her committed for a short time. It would only be temporary of course."

I wondered what he was doing with the clipboard. Shouldn't that be in the room with the nurse? I sighed and gulped, "That won't be necessary. My mom and her mother will be with her when she gets out."

The doctor gave me a dubious look, "It's your call."

I bristled, "Yeah it's my call," I think he could have overridden me if he wanted to, but he didn't. We shook hands, and I went back in to see Daphne again. She was awake again. I got up real close, "Daphne I'm going back to the house and check on the kids. They're going to keep you here for a day or two. I'll be back tomorrow. I promise," I took her hand again and held it. This time all the bells and whistles didn't go off. She wasn't very responsive though.

I stepped back outside and saw mom and dad and Hillary, "I'm going back to the house to check on the girls. I'm taking a few more days off. I'll stay with them until Daphne comes home."

My mom glared at me, "What will we do then?"

I answered, "I don't know mom.' We'll see what she and her lawyer have come up with first."

My mom just turned and walked away. Hillary followed her. My dad put his hand on my shoulder. I could see he was having real trouble breathing, "Cale it's about the kids; the kids always come first."

I nodded, "I know dad," I turned and left the hospital. Now I had to see my kids. I wasn't excited about it. Man was I a nervous Nellie. I know I was a real pussy. No real man would behave like this. I bet a real man would be disappointed his wife hadn't died. I guess I just wasn't a real man.

I remember I met a guy once; his name I can't remember. I do recall he and his wife split. After that he was like some shit nosed shark. I bet if he were me he would have cussed Daphne out for not taking even more of the damn Xanax and doing the job right. I was mad at Daphne, but I could never be like that. Jesus I sure didn't want her to die!

++++++++++

I finally got home close to 10:00 p.m. Daphne's mom had the kids in bed when I walked in. I realized I hadn't pissed since before leaving the Marriott. I pardoned myself and made for the toilet. When I came out I saw my other mom and I started to get all juicy eyed.

Her mom came over and held me in her arms, "Cale Daphne told us about the man at the Holiday Inn. We're ashamed of her."

I broke down. I just couldn't help it. While I was crying I heard Geena at the top of the stairs, "Dad, is mom all right?"

I wiped my eyes and went up the steps. By the time I got to Geena Brandy and Michael were in the hall too. I said, "Come on you guys you've got school tomorrow. You've got to get back to bed."

Michael asked, "Is mommy all right."

I told him, "Mommy's getting better. She'll be home this weekend."

Brandy asked, "When can we see her?"

"I'm not sure, maybe tomorrow, probably Friday. Now will you guys please get to bed? Your mom would skin me if she thought I'd let you stay up this late," Brandy and Michael stumbled off to bed. Geena didn't move.

I said, "You too Geena."

She still didn't move, "Dad we have to talk, and I'm staying home tomorrow."

I started, "No you're...," then I stopped, "OK, let's go downstairs." 

Once we got downstairs we said goodnight to Daphne's mom; then Geena and I went into the living room. I took a seat on the sofa. She curled up beside me and took one of my hands, "Dad mom told me."

"She did?"

"Yes, so what are you going to do?"

"I guess we're going to separate, at least for a while."

Geena squeezed my hand. I couldn't see her face, "You can't Dad, not now."

I didn't say anything. Geena went on, "I know she did a bad thing. She's sorry Dad. I know what she tried to do with the pills. I was the one who found her. I was the one who called 911. Dad I know you love mom. She loves you too. If you left us it would kill her."

'Left us,' she said. That ...well. I lifted her up and turned her around and hugged her close, "You remember how scared you were when we visited those colleges," she nodded, "You trusted me then," she nodded again, "OK, trust me now. I'll figure this out."

Geena kissed me on my cheek, "I trust you dad."

I got up and smacked her butt, "OK, then off to bed. You can stay home tomorrow. I'll probably need you to help me out anyway."

She smiled, and hugged me real tight, "I love you daddy."

I hugged her back, "Get up to bed."

She ran upstairs. I sat back down and started to get all nervous again. My stomach started to churn. I sat there on the sofa, put my head in my hands and started to cry again. OK, so I'm a crybaby, but at least I was still doing it when I was alone.

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The next morning was Thursday so that meant scrambled eggs. I had a bunch of eggs all broken and in a bowl when Geena came in. She asked, "What are you doing?"

I said, "Fixing breakfast."

She took the egg bowl, walked over to the trash can and dumped them in. She turned around and withered me with a condescending smile, "Its pancake day." 

I Thought, 'Damn, damn it, Daphne would've...'

Geena went to the frig, "Mom's got the batter already made up. She always gets it ready on Sunday after church."

Yeah now I remembered... Geena and I fixed them up. 

Brandy got mad that Geena got to stay home but she and Michael had to go to school. I told her I needed Geena to help with getting mom some things. I also told her and Michael their mother would be really mad if I let them stay home. That seemed to work.

With the younger kids gone Geena and I put together two outfits for Daphne to wear. We got her toiletries together, and around 10:00 a.m. we took off for the hospital. 

When we got there I got two big surprises. First Daphne looked a whole lot better; well a little better anyway. I was glad of that. If Geena saw her the way she looked the night before I don't think that would have worked out too well. Geena and her mom and I talked for a few minutes. 

We mostly talked about a whole bunch of nothing. I remember Daphne asked Geena if breakfast went OK. Geena said yes; she didn't rat me out. Then around 11:00 Daphne asked Geena to leave the room. That's when I got my second big surprise. 

Daphne told me she figured I'd be here this morning. She'd called her lawyer, and he'd be with us before lunch to go over their counter proposals. I was stunned. This was the old Daphne; all about control again. I guess I bristled a little because she got gloomy. I told her I was going downstairs with Geena to get something to eat. 

Hell, I hadn't eaten since I'd tossed the potato chips. I just wasn't hungry. Some people are nervous eaters; I guess I'm a nervous starver. I got Geena some hospital spaghetti and a big glass of milk. I got a small serving of tuna fish on lettuce. 

After we ate I took Geena upstairs, but made her sit in the waiting room while her mom, her lawyer, and I had our talk. I promised the kid I wouldn't be long. I don't care if it was a hospital; the idea of leaving one of my kids alone someplace, any place, scared me.

I drifted back into Daphne's room. Her lawyer was already there. I pulled up a chair. Daphne had gotten dressed in one of the outfits Geena had picked out for her. It was a pretty cotton dress, some pantyhose, and a pair of penny loafers. I thought she looked nice; it made my stomach start to roil up again as I thought about her and Ralph Stevens. I wondered where the tuna I'd just eaten was going to end up. I looked around the room. There was a trash can next to the lawyer. I asked him, "Hand me that trash can will you please?"

I guessed I must have started to turn a little green because Daphne asked, "What'd you have to eat?"

I answered, "The hospital cafeteria had some tuna."

Almost in disgust I watched her shrug, "Canned tuna and mayonnaise...Cale?"

I didn't say anything, but I kept the trash can close by.

The three of us sat there in her room. The lawyer in a chair, Daphne in a chair, and me I ended up on the bed. 

The lawyer didn't look very happy. He told me, "I don't support your wife's proposals, but it's what she insists on," he handed me a thin envelope, he gave me this kind of unfriendly stare and said, "That's all I have to do. I'm finished here. You'll be billed," he looked at Daphne even less amicably, "if you want to change your proposals you have my phone number," he got up and left. 

'Jesus,' I thought, 'that guy's really mad. How unlawyerly!' I looked at the envelope and wondered, 'what's in here?'

Daphne looked at me like she was daring me to say anything, and I hadn't even opened the damn envelope yet. She said pointing to the manila package, "This is how it's going to be. You can read it now or take it home."

I replied, "Do you mind if I read right here?"

"Your choice," she said. She turned her head and looked really tearful.

I opened the God damned thing up. It was barely two pages long. I started to read. The further into the document the more incredulous I became. When I finally got to the end I scowled at her and said, "I can't agree to this."

She paled visibly. It was the worse she looked since I'd come in. She refused to look at me. She looked down at the floor, "That's the way I want it. I refuse to change a thing."

"Look Daphne," I started, "I'm taking this home. I've got to show this to my lawyer and our parents. Christ Daphne nobody's going to believe this." 

She just stuck her jaw out and kept quiet.

I added, "You know it was Geena who found you?"

"Geena?"

"Yeah, you scared the shit out of her."

"Is she outside?"

"She sure is; you want to see her?"

"Yes, but without you here."

I got up, "OK, I'll send her in."

I stepped in the hall; waved at Geena through the glass that separated her from all the activity in the corridor. She came out and I told her, "Mom wants to see you," she sort of smiled and went inside.

I sat down on a chair in the corridor and looked at her proposals again. Daphne must have lost her mind. I packed the thing back up and waited for Geena to come back out. When she came out I saw she'd been crying. She told me, "Mom wants to see you again."

I went in. Daphne asked me, "So what are you going to do?"

I told her, "Well first I'm showing this piece of crap to Hillary and our parents. Then I'm taking it to my lawyer. Daphne, God damn it; I can't allow this."

She just sat back on the bed, "They're going to release me tomorrow."

"What time?"

She got all nasty, "What do you care."

I ignored her, "What time?"

"Some time in the morning"

I had to know, "What did you say to Geena?"

"First I apologized, then I told her what was in the document."

I got up, was I ever pissed off, "OK. I guess I'll be by in the morning."

"Why," she asked.

I lost my cool, "Oh shut the fuck up!"

She really recoiled at that. She swiveled around and buried her head in one of those tiny hospital pillows. I involuntarily stepped toward her but stopped. I'd had enough. I left the room. I got Geena, and together we went home. Neither of us said much. 

Once Geena looked over and asked, "What're you going to do dad?"

I answered, "I haven't figured it out yet, but you'll be the first to know," that seemed to satisfy her.

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When we got home I took some time for a quick gut check. It hadn't even been a week since Daphne had done me wrong, and already I'd lost most of my resolve. I loved her. I loved her so much, but she'd done something terrible. From what Hillary had said it looked like just the one time; that is the one time in a motel. Who could tell really? Was it her one and only? Was it the first in a motel that Hillary knew about? Was it the first of what would have become several? Was it her first step away from me, away from her kids? And what did her list of proposals really mean? And what about me; wasn't this supposed to be where I stood up for myself? Wasn't I supposed to burn the bitch to the ground? What was I supposed to do? Shit what did I want to do? That last one; I had the answer to that. It might not exactly be what I wanted to do, but I think it was the best fit for the time being.

I picked up the phone and called Hillary. She answered on the first ring, "Cale, what do you need?"

"I need you tonight, and I'll need you tomorrow morning early."

Half an hour later Hillary was at my front door. I let her in, "Hillary I got a list of proposals today that countered what we devised. Want to see them?"

Hillary said, "Sure," I handed her Daphne's list. 

She read the paper and handed it back, "Let's see," she started, "Daphne's giving you the house free and clear. She wants you to have all your joint savings. She has a small private account, and wants to turn that over to you. She says she'll keep the van only long enough for her to get something smaller for herself. She's willing to give up custody, and she says she'll let you set her visitation schedule. She doesn't want any alimony. You get all the furniture. She wants to turn her 401K over to you in case you need extra money for the children's college. She'll agree to our separation agreement on these terms, or if you want a real divorce she wants them to be on these terms. She does want pictures of the children, and she wants to go through your wedding album and pick out a few pictures she especially likes. Jesus Cale she doesn't want anything." 

"What do you think? Should I call Ralph Stevens? I mean have they decided to play house now that he's divorced?"

"No Cale, I'll call him. Who do we know who has his phone number?"

"We know his estranged wife Ginger."

"Get me her number."

I went to the dining room drawer where Daphne kept our personal phone directory. I looked it up, and found it. I handed it to Hillary. I made a note of it to myself, and punched it in my cell phone.

Hillary called Ginger. She was lucky Ginger picked up on the third ring, "Hello Ginger this is Hillary. I need to find something out, there was a brief pause. Hillary looked at me and said, "She's got someone there," Ginger must have come back on because Hillary asked, "Do you know if your ex-husband is seeing anyone," there was another pause. Hillary turned to me, "Ralph's there with Ginger."

I sort of grinned, "Well that's interesting."

Hillary apparently had Ralph on the phone, "Ralph what's up with you and Daphne? I mean are you two up to something," Hillary held her hand over the mouthpiece, "He's talking now," Hillary started responding to whatever he was saying, "Yeah, I know, I heard, yeah, she's in the hospital, you are, you're sure, OK, I'll tell him."

I asked, "So what gives?"

Hillary shrugged, "I can't believe it. Since Sunday Ralph's spent every night at his old house. He's trying to make up. He's sorry about Daphne. He wished it never happened. He's really sorry if he fucked up your life. He said he'll talk to you if you promise not to say anything to anybody else. I guess Ginger was standing right beside him because he started to explain to her what he meant by that remark."

I reached up and scratched my head, "Well what do you know?"

"What do you mean Cale?"

"I mean Daphne apparently hasn't got anybody on the line, but she wants to give me everything we've worked for. You know Hillary I sort of figured that was where this was heading."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'll tell you about it, but first let's go downstairs," and so Hillary and I went downstairs to the cellar.

++++++++++

The next morning I was at the hospital bright and early. I was so early Daphne hadn't even awakened yet. I'd had my special talk with Geena so she was the only other person, besides Hillary, who knew what my plan was. She was going to fill in Brandy and Michael a little later. Geena and I agreed they all could stay home from school today. It was Friday anyway. And yes, we had scrambled eggs.

Before I left for the hospital I called my mom and dad, and let them know what was what. They said they'd come over and watch the kids. Then I called Daphne's mom and dad, told them the plan, and I gave them a little job to do.

Daphne woke up shortly after 8:00 a.m. She looked at me, "What are you doing here?"

I told her, "I'm here to take you home."

She was a lot better this morning, more like her old self, "I'm not changing anything," while she spoke the house doctor came in and said some stuff in some foreign language I don't think even Geena would have understood, but the gist of it was Daphne was free to leave once an orderly brought around some papers for her to sign. I think they were anxious to get Daphne out of their hair before she pulled another stunt; only I knew what she'd done wasn't some stunt.

Ignoring the doctor I said to Daphne, "I agree I don't think you should try to change anything. In fact I believe in about an hour you won't be able to."

"What? Why not?"

"In about an hour my lawyer's secretary will be visiting your lawyer's secretary. Your lawyer will initial everything he missed, and then my lawyer's secretary will be on her way to the courthouse. By 10:00 a.m. this morning you will be completely impecunious."

"You are a smart one," she said.

I honestly wasn't sure how binding an agreement like the one we had was, but I played it straight on. I gave her the old stone face, "I'm just getting started. In a few minutes I'm taking you to my house. Right now my sister is preparing a small place in the cellar in my house where I'm going to allow you to stay."

She got all upscale and in my face, "You can't make me I'll go..."

I stopped her, and handed her my cell phone, "I know what you're about to say. If you want to call your parents do it now, because in a few minutes they'll be out, and if you think they'll take you in, well think again. They don't want you." 

She blanched, "There's..."

I was having so much fun, "My parents don't want you either. You've been very bad."

She threw my phone on the bed, "What do you want from me?"

I had her, "Aha, well I have three children who need a nanny. Right now I'm short a housekeeper; a domestic worker if you will. You have no place to go. I have an empty room in my cellar. I need a maid. The pay will be minimum wage, but you'll get full medical coverage. Want it say so and it's yours."

I watched her facial expressions shift from delight, to a moment's offense, to one of quiet consideration, and dare I say strategizing, or more likely scheming. Yeah I had her. I had her big time.

She asked, "Will I get any time off?"

An orderly equipped with Daphne's departure papers arrived. I stood up and handed her the light weight jacket Geena had brought in the day before. 

I told her, "Free time? Absolutely not! In fact you'll have to put in for a leave of absence at the bank where you work. It'll probably be unpaid, and you'll most likely lose a lot of seniority, you might even get fired, but I guess that's the price some of us have to pay," I smiled, "I'll most likely have you fitted for a uniform, maybe a black and white thing with a stiff and starched peter pan collar and white cuffs," this was fun, "I might even see that you get one of those cute little French maid outfits." 

She was a little stunned, but smiled at that. Her eyes looked off into the distance, and I knew we were both on the same frequency. She already had a cute little French maid thingy that we played around with from time to time. She'd bought it to wear for me on one of my birthdays. I remember how scrumptious she looked in it; the short flippant little skirt with the frilly petticoats, the translucent lacy capped shoulders, and her pretty pert ribbon cap. The first time she'd worn it she'd trimmed her little puss... and...oh that had been such a wondrous... My mind bounced back to the present...I had to stop this.




Sign of the Times Pt. 01



The Michel Family

Part 1

Prefix

It was the spring of 2015 the world was heading for unprecedented disaster. The western governments were mucking around with the weather after the earth move on its axis. Causing disasters throughout the world defeating exactly what they were trying to prevent.

Governments and countries were falling Greece is the latest one they are looking for a 300 million loan payment midyear, and all indications they won't have it.

China is becoming the new rising sun and what Japan was is no more the USA was in its own trouble. President Obama they figure was working against its own people in allowing what would never be tolerated by any previous administration. Obama was supporting Iran to develop nuclear capability and Palestine as a state, to an area that is so close to ending the world.

If Greece or better still when Greece defaults the end of the euro in Europe their currency is linked with it now Germany is next to fall and so goes the euro dollar and their economy structure. Over the past ten years the world was in turmoil with natural disasters.

The western countries were sending money and aid to all these countries but no one realized that this money was borrowed money increasing our national debt and we were falling into the same trap as Greece not being able to make our interest commitments. In 2017 everything fell apart borders were closed dollar was worth nothing oil stopped flowing food stopped getting to markets bartering was a way of life.

The cities were the worst off. For decades people flocked to the city for a better life and it was as long as the economy stayed working.

The government did what it could bring food from the farms but to large cities they couldn't supply enough. Canada was struggling to feed its own as was the States we had it better than most countries but even still, our government couldn't feed the large metropolitan centers. 

Riots, starvation, rape, murder, you name it was happening in the cities out in the rural areas was not a bed of roses either people starving were flocking to the food farms stealing seed corn, cattle, corn, and anything else they could beg, borrow, or steal. The government tried to patrol these farms but were too few so the farmers were given weapons to defend themselves and the life giving crops.

Chapter 1 

The year is 2012 John Michel lived in Nova Scotia had a small place outside of Windsor Nova Scotia. They called it a hobby farm and he was not only a farmer like his father was that passed the year before but he was an investment banker making over seven figures a year. 

He seen a lot of this coming so he bought 800 acres back a dirt road fifteen miles from the paved road which was another 10 miles to the main road which was a secondary road taking another half hour to get into Windsor.

On the 800 acres was an old farm falling down he restored it made all kinds of improvements he brought people in from Northern New Brunswick to work and they were not allowed to leave the place and when he took them out to bring other workers he had an old school bus with black out windows so no one knew where this place was. 

John even bought an army surplus (APV) armoured personnel carrier and had all kinds of weapons. He had two daughters ages 18 and 19. 

His brother was in Chester one of the communities that was put to sleep so the government said. He missed his brother he was more the farmer and the tinkerer He seen him and his son Brad take apart old generators and make them work. 

He wished they were with him. John's wife was only in her early 30s she was his child hood sweetheart and they married out of high school. 

Still at every opportunity they made love he loved sinking that cock into her tight pussy, she would ride him and he would enjoy those bouncing tits and the hugged and kissed so passionately they always came multiple times and never a word by either of that old saying, "I was two tired."

Melody was in love with her husband as much as any two could be she felt the sun rose with him and he thought the sun set with her. Often they would walk and talk about the farm, and she didn't want to really hear about the world trouble but knew it was part of his life, therefore was part of hers. 

She was five foot 4 inch tall small frame her hair was blond with red auburn streaks and she kept her pubic hair trimmed like a landing strip leading to her pussy. He C size breast made her look top heavy in her small frame. 

Her daughter Bridget and Cindy were both taller they favoured John in height one was five nine the other 6 foot both with flaming red hair and freckles like their father. Thin like their mother with B breast. He tried to teach them but they were interested in boys and were not looking forward to living like hermits in the woods.



Sign of the Times Pt. 02



The Michel Family

Part 2

Chapter 2

John even bought heavy equipment from out of Province and they would drive it to town and John would pay the driver to go to a motel and he would be back the next morning. Before any gear was taken to the site all G.P.S. locators were removed.

He then drove all the gear in he had loaders cement trucks trailers of raw cement dump trucks his own gravel maker harvesters tractors backhoes over 2 million in equipment most of it on lease as it would never reach pay off anyway before the markets crashed.

He bought a portable lumber mill and he even got some ultra lights aircraft and some drones.

Seed he bought by the container and He brought to the farm. He was even able to get special apples orange trees lemons bananas coconuts trees and coffee bean bushes. He stocked up on can goods and K rations clothing winter boots hats coats.

John got books on tanning, machinery to make clothing out of hides. He bought mini generators to put in the river running by the house and a water wheel wind power and solar they were totally off grid. 

He bought penicillin and books on how to make it gravel aspirin Advil tooth brushes and tooth paste baking soda and all the baking supplies he could get his hands on the dug a huge hole and but a concrete type building for a root cellar had electric golf cart to get around in there and over the top four feet of soil and a garden.

By the year 2015 he had the farm set new fields cut back, roots pulled. It was a farm large enough for a hundred people but he knew what was coming and over time would be his family and his children he even got doctors to develop a solution that would change his DNA to enable incest children with no defects.

Although he did not want to, the thought of it disgusted him even though he knew it was and inevitability if they were to survive.

The year was now 2015 they revived his brother and his wife with their two children. It took 6 months before they could get around they brought them out of this stasis as the government could no longer afford the resources needed to maintain the program.

Steve lived in the town of Chester his work had closed. He had a small home on a quiet street and there were no groceries or much money the government supplied them with some seed.

One day John talked to Steve told him what was about to happen and he was more than happy to be back with his brother they were close in the before time.

Steve and his family had some unique experiences while they were under. The government had them on a sleep learning program they were all educated in advanced first aid and farming also conservation of soil operating machinery all aspects of farming and living off grid. 

This fit Johns needs to a tea also they were told that their DNA was changed for having kids due to what was coming they knew that the few that survived would need children and probably be in house. One other thing their immune system was boosted and even radiation treated to a certain degree because of the ozone holes that had formed. 

By 2016 Steve's family were on the new farm. The other thing they had not aged they were legally five years older but Brad looked like 13 years old and Judy a fourteen old. 

Judy was Five foot Five inches tall and an A size breast and was thin build she had blond hair like her mother Mom looked like 25 same as dad mom was beautiful nice round face blue eyes like Judy not like the rest of us with green eyes.

Back on the farm we loved it we would get up in the morning and weed dad took us out in the afternoon and showed us how to shoot even mom was there we knew from sleep learning but we needed to practice and we reloaded our own shells and fired again Judy and I liked the cross bow.

We were proficient in that real quick. I was great with the 22 semi and I could shoot the 308 but I needed it on a rest, like between branches on a tree to support the gun, but I could handle the 270 composite stock. It was light and had a light gathering scope.

Dad taught us how to use the compass and start a fire in the woods even in winter. There was a lake behind our house maybe half mile but from the open field was only 500 feet we had solar powered walkie - talkies we had to carry with us and we had to be armed even going in the yard to feed the chickens or cows. 

Mom said that clothes was something we had to conserve so we all had shorts and mom and Judy wore a half tee shirt mom had no bra and that made me tingle in my little cock.

The heat of the summer we all went swimming and no one wore anything my little cock got hard but I noticed dad's huge cock was to and when I looked at mom her nipples on those big tits were standing a good inch straight and Judy's were standing two but maybe half as much as mom. 

As we swam Judy used to swim under me and feel my cock and balls and I would swim under her and run my finger accidentally on purpose the length of her slit. When we got out in the warm air we would walk back to the house naked to dry off and dad had a 306 rifle we called the cannon.

Mom had a 9 mm strapped to her leg. Judy and I had the cross bow then. We all heard the noise in the bush dad went to the ready with his cannon. Judy and I had practice heads in and two Grosse took flight, Judy and I fired and the two of them came down Dad said, "Great we now got supper, after you two clean them."

Judy said, "I can't," and dad forced her she literally threw up and mom finally stepped in. "Steve let her be give her time." Steve gave in reluctantly and said, "It is part of our life she has to learn." 

Judy was green I cleaned both went back to the lake and washed them off and took Judy with me. Judy she was still green and I hugged her and said, "It's alright we well find a way so it don't bother you."

She put her arms around me and hugged me and I felt her small breast press against me and for some reason it felt nice and my cock began to grow. Judy smiled and said, "Somebody likes me," and I swatted her firm ass smiling, and said, "Get or I will make you carry these birds." She grabbed her bow passed me mine and as she walked ahead I was looking at this cute ass and almost tripped over a root. 

We were dry but never bothered with our shorts and walked in the house only to hear moans from the bedroom and Judy said, "They are at it again, making love."

"How do you know Judy maybe dad is giving her a massage like he tells me a lot?"

Judy just looks and says, "Maybe one day you will know." Judy took the birds, made a bread stuffing and put them in the oven, while I peeled potatoes and scraped the carrots.

Judy was still nude and I enjoyed watching her. My cock was hard and I wanted to jerk off I only shot clear fluid but it felt good. I said, "We need wood I will get some," so I went out. Guess Judy thought she would help and she came out and seen me pulling on my cock and seen me shoot then she clapped, "Very good brother that was hot." I turned red as a beet embarrassed that she caught and watched me.

"Don't be embarrassed we all do it. That is natural for us all." That made me feel a bit better and she hugged me and said, "I enjoyed it like you enjoy watching my ass."

We got the wood and went back in mom was at the stove dad was wiping down his gun. He said, "So we are running a nudist colony now?" laughing. I said, "I thought it was nice walking behind her she walks different than we do." 

Dad said, "They certainly do son I enjoy watching your mother two and Judy starting to take on that same walk very sexy."

"Stop it Steve and you kids put your clothes on." We dressed good thing two because we heard what sounded like a bulldozer coming. We were armed and took up positions when the walkie talkie came on it was John.

We went out to meet him he brought his family John and Steve hugged then Mom and Britney hugged, the girls looked like they lost their best friend. I said, "Hi Bridget and Cindy you guys look great." They shunned me saying, "You look like a little kid same as Judy there."

I said, "Your right isn't it great, I am 18 and got all this growing to do."

John said, "Give it a rest you two or I will have you both over my knee, we are a family this is it we best learn right from the get go to get along there is nobody else just us and what we produce."

"Eww gross you're not actually suggesting we mate with that child." 

Whack across the face. "That is no way to talk to your brother, we are now one family." 

Steve said, "I take it that it got bad in town?" 

"Yes," said John and Melody said "There is no more law the military what's left are in the cities."

John said, "It is mayhem out there ranchers are killing people to save what they have. People are selling themselves as slaves just to eat from the farmers."

"A bunch came through the other night and took our garden and livestock to eat. I tried to stay there was a few nonessential things I was trying to get but we got most everything brother."

"I see you got a good crop started now there are four more hands to help." Bridget said, "You expect us to work in the dirty ground."

Steve said, "No you don't have to work and help bring in the food but remember you reap what you sew, you don't help raise the food you don't eat the food."



Sign of the Times Pt. 03



The Michel Family

Part 3

Chapter 3

"They stomped off to my bedroom and they through my stuff out of my bedroom and were going to make it theirs. John heard the commotion and from the sounds knew what his two daughters were doing. John said, "Let's get this straighten out now."

Uncle John said, "Come on Brad and the rest of you stay here." My stuff was thrown in the hall and my snow scene was broken, one of the treasures from grandma from the before time. She was passed by the time we woke up so this trinket meant a lot.

I had tears coming down my cheek and John said, "Stiffen up they will be the ones with tears."

Uncle John went in and grabbed Cindy pulled her dress off then her panties and her bra she was now naked. He put her over his knee. She had at least Double b tits and nice body but I was mad at what they done. Uncle John said, "You got a belt?"

I said, "Yes," and picked it up from the floor and I passed it to him and he said, "No this is yours five lashes," and I started.

"Dad you can't let him, ouch," she screamed as I laid into her with the belt she was bawling, "Please stop Brad, I am sorry please stop." At the fifth whack she had number of welts and very red.

Uncle John said, "Feel that and anything else while she is here." I felt her ass it was hot and firm I ran my hand over her pussy and Uncle john said, "Go ahead it will be yours to use one day anyway may as well get used to it," 

I stuck my finger into her wet pussy and said, "That feels nice Cindy." She was red face and crying as Bridget tried to escape and Uncle John grabbed her and said, "Cindy from now on you do as he says or you will be back here in this position again."

"Cindy go stand by the window," as Uncle John did the same to Bridget.

Bridget said, "You're not going to let that little twerp spank me." "Mom" she screamed, "Help me."

Uncle John stripped her and he said, "Give her five," and I did she was whaling.

"Please I will do anything, stop god it hurts." 

When I finished the five Uncle John said, "She insulted you, two more for that."

I hauled off and give her two more then felt her ass and fingered her tight pussy. Uncle John said, "Go ahead don't be afraid to play with the pussy, it's yours for the week and more if they give you trouble." 

I finger fucked her and played with a hard spot by her pussy lips and she moaned loudly between her tears and then I put two fingers and sank them into her pussy and finger fucked her for a minute. "You are in charge of these two, if they give you an ounce of disrespect use the belt," 

He said to the girls, "You disrespected him, you will do whatever he says for the next week do you understand?" 

"Yes daddy." 

Uncle John left and they went to get their clothes. I said, "Yes hang those up in the closet over there you don't need them." Cindy and Bridget said together, "But were naked."

"Yes and for the week you will be that way." 

"You can't make us do that," said Bridget.

I snapped the belt across the front of her legs just below her pussy and I said, "What was that?" 

"Nothing," she said.

Whack another slap with the belt and this hit her legs and pussy she screamed and I said, "That is nothing sir to you." 

She was on her knees and she said, "Yes sir," crying in pain.

Meanwhile down stairs Melody wants to go up and John said, "I give the boy permission to be in charge for a week so these girls will learn respect, we got long lives ahead of us here and we need to get along." Melody said, "But that gives that young boy a open field to do what he pleases to them. He could get them pregnant and you're OK with this. "He is still pretty young but if he does he does we all need to have children again anyway better him than Steve or me.

Back upstairs Brad says, "Am I going to have trouble with you to Cindy?"

"No sir," and she picked up her clothes and hung 

them in the closet. 

She helped Bridget and she hung her clothes up and I said, "Good I see you know how to take them 

down and now know you don't need a lesson on 

how to hang them up so you can put back my room 

the way it was anything you're not sure of ask."

They said nothing and I started to raise the belt and they said, "Yes sir right away sir." I lay on my bed watching these two pretty rosy red ass bend over showing me a great view of their pussy between their nice toned legs. Fuck my cock was hard watching them and their small tits bouncing as they moved.

An hour later they had it back together. And I said, "Looks great now what room do you girls want," and they looked at the vacant rooms.

They said, "This one," and I slapped Cindy's ass

with the belt "This one here sir," she said rubbing her still red ass.

"OK, now like you should of done to start with lets go ask Uncle John if that is satisfactory." 

"You want us to go downstairs naked sir?"

"Certainly other than your sneaker that is all you wear this week and I snapped the belt is there a problem sisters." 

Down we went and dad mom just looked Aunt Melody had the same shocked look on her face and John said, "That certainly is taking charge Brad."

"Yes Uncle John clothes are hard to come by, dirt we can wash off, skin grows back but ripped clothes are done for. Judy and I have been nude quite a bit even dad and mom when we swim at the lake, so it's nothing new."

Uncle John with a big smile said, "You have a point clothes Is the one thing we can't get, maybe for years so we best look after what we have."

"The girls have something to ask you Uncle John."

"Mom you're not going to allow this child," whack on Cindy's ass I said, "Just because we are here you don't disrespect anyone."

"No sir, sorry sir," tears forming in her eyes.

"Now did you have something to ask Uncle John or you can take a blanket and curl up on the floor at the bottom of my bed sisters."

"Yes sir we do," "Dad, may we have the bedroom at the top of the stairs to the left?" 

John said, "Let's look and see," and they went up and John said, "If you two want to share a room yes otherwise if you want your own rooms you may have the next two they are single beds for one person." 

"Yes dad we well take the two rooms." 

"Fine then off you go and tell Brad what was agreed on."

They went back down stairs where Brad was sitting in an overstuffed chair across the kitchen. The door was about ten feet to my left and the guns were on hooks behind me.

The girls came over and said, "Dad has approved us of taking the two single bedrooms at the end of the hall." 

Dad said, "Speaking of that we are in the master bedroom. John said, "Actually you're not," and he opened a door I had nor anybody even noticed it blended in with the wall it was the duplicate to Steve's bedroom may be even a bit bigger.

Mom took two more birds out that dad shot the other day and I said, "Sisters let's bring your stuff in and they said, "Yes sir." Dad just smiled along with Uncle John. Judy you going to help sure thing little brother and Judy in her short tee shirt and shorts went out I said to Judy, "They got cute asses to but I still like yours." 

She reaches and pinches my ass, "Nice save little brother."

We made a couple of trips and had all their stuff the girls were tired and I said, "Let's keep going until supper, and bring your parents stuff in," they sighed but said no more.

They both had enough of the belt. Melody and John thanked us and said, "Thanks Brad and you girls for bring our stuff in."

Aunt Melody looked at the girls asses and there were a few welts but no broken skin and I said to Cindy, "Break off a piece of the aloe plant and bring it here," she did and I laid her over my lap in the overstuffed chair and rubbed the aloe plant over her ass. Man I liked feeling that ass and she got red faced as I applied it when I was done I give her clit a little rub and said, "OK next." 

Bridget hesitated and she said, "I will be fine sir."

I said, "That was not a request get over here Bridget." She came over her face turning red as she laid across my lap with my hard cock pressing into her lower belly by her landing strip she looked at me and I said, "I am a guy and now enjoy the soothing aloe," as I rubbed her ass with it and felt the firmness as I went, then I finger fucked her pussy.

I said, "This is for not coming when I told you," as she moaned and couldn't help herself. She turned even redder, as the whole family watched.

I took my fingers out they were glistening so I put them in my mouth and the taste was not bad so I made a production of it and said, "At least there is one thing you got that needs no improvement."



Sign of the Times Pt. 04-05



The Michel Family

Part 4

Chapter 4

Melody went to say something and John interceded.

Supper was done and dad moved from where he was sitting and John said, Stay where you are." 

Dad said, "No John my brother you are the head of this family this is the head of the table. I will sit at the other end with my family."

Dad was saying how much he appreciated everything and saving his family's life. 

Uncle John said, "Don't be ridicules brother with both families together we are strong we can share the work load and prosper. Here we are far off the beaten path anybody back here is looking to die no questions asked."

Melody said, "John you just can't shoot someone." Dad said, "We must, or risk one or all of us being killed or worse." 

"But that is murder," Britney said. 

Dad said. "Your thinking old world this is a whole new world people fight to live they don't fight for wealth or money but for food and sex that's it. We have both here which makes us all targets and anyone this far back this road is not lost they are hunting us."

Bridget said, "My God has it come to that."

John said, "Yes and we all must learn to shoot and shoot to kill not only for food but for the event we are attacked." 

Cindy said, "I will never be able to do that." whack on the legs, "This is an adult conversation, neither you nor any of us children were invited into it. They are setting down the rules, we listen not interject." 

Cindy with tears in her eyes said, "Sorry Brad sir."

Melody spoke and said, "Our children were always allowed to voice their opinion."

Brad said, "And we are to, but not in the middle of such an important conversation, that sets down the law for our whole family and how we all proceed from this point forward." "Please accept my apology for intruding." 

Dad said, "No apology needed you were responding to a question put to you which I believe speaks the truth. This is an adult conversation of the utmost importance because if we can't get this resolved we could all die."

Britney said, "It is hard to get my head around this but I see the point. We must kill or be killed or turn over this place to the attackers and be there fuck toys and slaves for as long as they want us. Damn straight I will kill to stop that."

Melody said, "Yes I can see that, and as much as it is against my nature I will learn to kill to protect this family."

John said, Girls you all will be taught to shoot."

Dad said, "Judy and Brad are already trained on guns they can handle." John said, "Ok after supper let's set some targets up and see."

Brad said, "What do you know about rifles?" Cindy said, "You put bullets in it aim and fire."

"Uncle John May I make a suggestion sir?" 

"How about we go over gun safety, loading, unloading, safety walking, obstructions, and cleaning tonight, and then do targets tomorrow."

Uncle John with a reddish face matching his hair said, "Sounds like a good idea, let's go with that"

Judy and I spent the evening going over the do's and don'ts with the guns they had the hardest time with cleaning the 9mm it had to come apart they were sitting Indian style on my double bed upstairs leavening our parents to chat every time they would drop a piece between their legs I would reach down brushing their pussy to get it.

After a while I was sure they were dropping pieces on purpose so I said, "OK I will give you a distraction while you take it apart and put it together. Each had a gun and I said, "Start," as they did I fingered their pussies, they kept getting wet and Judy just looked at me and I smiled.

"One way to teach," and Bridget was moaning and I said, "Keep going, I got a belt if you stop." 

They moaned but finished and I took my fingers out of there pussies and licked my hands clean, "Very tasty indeed and I have you for the week to teach you I might have a lot of this," and they were panting but I didn't get them off but they were horny as hell.

Ok girls were done for tonight let's get a cup of tea and go to bed."

Frustrated they said, "Yes sir," and they went down stairs ahead of me and Judy put the kettle on our parents were necking on the coach and Judy said "Don't stop on our account."

Uncle John said, "How are my girls behaving?" Very good Uncle John I had them strip and put together the 9 mm while I distracted them."

Dad said, "How did you manage that?" Judy said, "Oh he fingered their pussies I think they were ready to climax when they finished, their faces were quite red against their blond here."

"Dad, are you really letting him be in total charge all week?"

"Yes whatever he does to make you learn is fine with me, looks like you learned how to handle guns and ammunition and how to clean them I would say he earned whatever reward he wanted, and I think he was satisfied the fact that you didn't get off shows it was his reward not yours." 

Melody couldn't believe what she was hearing.

When the tea was done Judy said, "Would you all like some. 

Melody and Britney said, "Yes, I wouldn't mind some tea."

I said, "Cindy why not heat up a few rolls for everybody and Bridget get the butter." "Yes Brad sir," they said. They were moving around the kitchen and I was enjoying their tits bounce there cute asses and said, "This is the life to myself."

Uncle John asked the girls questions on gun handle they got them all right and he said, "You two are good teachers," 

I said, "This belt and these fingers are great motivational tools."

Dad laughed and said, "You go son, I can't handle one," and Mom slaps his chest playfully.

"Dad I am equal opportunity I will help if you like?" 

John laughs and says "Steve he got you there." 

After we finished and the girls cleaned the dishes it was off to bed. Bridget and Cindy wanted to stay up It was only 8 pm. and they weren't tired they wanted to talk. I said, "Suit yourselves morning comes early." The next morning I went in said, "Girls wake up time." 

Bridget said, "Its barely light go way." I massage her breast she goes mmm and I pull on her nipple and said, "Up my sweat sister," and I went over to Cindy's room and said, "Let's go work time."

"Go way come back later." I walk back to my room and then back to Cindy's room and snap my belt, that is all it took she was up at attention in a flash, I said, "Get your sneakers on work time." 

"No time for a shower?" Cindy said" 

"Nope you should have been up an hour ago for that." Went into to Bridget snapped the belt she was asleep again. Whack on her hip she woke up screaming. "You were told to get up next time you will listen."

Chapter 5

We walked down stairs here was Judy drying her hair and sipping her morning tea and I said, "Ready sis?" 

"Yes brother just one more sip of my tea and she laid her cup in the sink."

Bridget put her sneakers on I gave her a 9mm to her, Cindy, Judy, and I also strapped one on put a shell in the chamber and put on safety.

That woke the girls up. This was real, a gun they have never fired, strapped to their waste loaded ready to fire. Out the door and we took the milk pails to the barn. Judy took one cow I took the other and I started to milk showing Bridget, and Judy showing Cindy

Then Judy and I switched places letting Cindy and Bridget grab the cows utters and did what we were doing I had my hand over Bridget's until she got the hang of it and the girls milked there first cow the milk was poured into a stainless steel container and then locked the lid and placed outside the barn. 

The cows were let out and walked to the field gate we looked around for critters like coyotes or wild dogs seeing none we let the cows go into the field.

Back to the barn I give the girls the shovels clean out the cow pucks and they shovelled them to the manure pile.

Next the Clydesdales, and we showed them how to back them out of the stall and walk them to the pasture gate and let them go. Then back to the barn to clean the stalls up. 

After that was done we went the pig pen and put food in there trough. We went to the water pump cleaned our hands and our sneakers and put out water for the pigs. 

About that time the geese and a gander came walking up and I said, "I will feed them that gander can get saucy." I fed them, then backing up keeping a watchful eye on the gander, but he turned and went to the field. 

We then went in to feed the chickens took some seed tossing it in the pen and the chickens came a running out we went in the coop gathered 3 dozen eggs and headed back to the house it was just coming on 7 am. 

Mom and dad were dressed in shorts and mom had the thin halter top off as my two naked girls game in and hung up our guns and I said, "Let's go girls' master bath for a shower."

We went in and they said, "Where you going?"

I said, "I need a shower to." well you can wait you're not getting in with us." I ignored them and stepped in.

"Get out," they said. 

"No problem I will be back with the belt and we will talk."

No don't Brad sir stay please," 

"Fine now wash me," and they did they played with my cock and balls had me hard in no time while I played with their tits and pussy we rinsed stepped out and they dried me off and I put back on my shorts and when they dried they come back to the kitchen. Melody was in a house coat and John was in shorts.

Mom and dad were up and I smelled bacon. The girls came out went to sit down and I said, "Your part of the family can you think of anything you could help with," and I was playing with my belt. 

They jumped up and said, "Yes sir," and started setting the table I got up slapped the 9mm back on and went out to get wood. I came back in about ten minutes later and Dad said, "Took you long enough," 

Judy with a big smirk on her face said, "Were you at it again brother," 

I said, "No, I thought we might all want to go swimming after our work is done so I set the sticks." 

"Good thinking son." 

Uncle John said, "You guys are going to have to bring me up to speed here."

I said, "Uncle John, I set tiny sticks on all the outbuildings that way when we come back if any are gone we got some two legged animals to take care of."

"I saw the girls walking around with 9 mm on their side outside. Yep no one goes out even for fire wood without a gun or someone supervising them with a gun." But Uncle John your head of our family if you wish to change anything we will do as you say."

"No absolutely not I am a student here you are doing things I wouldn't even thought of." Please uncle I am not trying to usurp your authority."

"No Brad and I don't take it that way but where did you come up with all this?" Steve said, "It is all part of the sleep learning the girls learned all about making clothes from skins and farming."

"We all learned medical and some exceptional ones like Brad here were taught safety for survival and farming techniques, conservation, animal snaring, and all kinds of stuff we don't know yet." John said, "So much stuff, in such a young man." 

The girls were just listening with their mouths hanging open this might be what looks like a kid but he is more mature and knowledgeable than a lot of adults.

We were eating breakfast and I said, "After breakfast we need to do gun practice. Do you want to teach them Uncle John or do I?"

"Brad these girls are yours for the week remember you have done more in a day than I have done in years. However I would like to watch I may learn something."

I said, "Melody can you shoot?" 

She said, "I can hold it and have fired a few rounds at coons but never hit them." 

"OK join our group, Mom how about you?"

She said, "I am good but I will take your lesson maybe I am missing something."

"Ok we are starting off with a 22 cal bolt action these guns can hold up to 15 shots but we are going to use them as a single shot so no one gets hurt namely me."

We worked all morning on open site shots at fifty yards I kept preaching aim small hit small. By noon they were on target within 3 inches of where they were aiming. 

They started using the gun strap to draw the gun tight to the shoulder and that really helped. I had them lay down with a corn bag in front of them and they were doing much better. Mom said, "But most of our guns got scopes on them."

I said, "Yes they do but you lose your target as much as what I say keep both eyes open it is only natural to close one it takes a lot of practice I am still practicing."

Dad said, "I am not doubting you son but I never seen you shoot, are you teaching untested theory."

I took an archery target across the road to the 100 yard mark and also one and the 50 yard because that is the effective range of a hand gun. I laid out a 22 a 270 a cross bow and a 9mm I said, "Everybody behind the firing line."

I loaded all the guns to the max and set them on the table. I said to myself aloud "3,2,1," go, picked up the crossbow bulls eye 50 yards

Next the 22 calibre, 15 shots inside 6 inch pattern in 10 seconds 270 10 shots inside a quarter at 100 yards with scope and 10 rounds 9mm 4 inch cluster at the head or top of the page checked all guns and called, "Clear."

Uncle John and dad got the targets brought them back and said, "This was sleep learning?" I said, "Most of it, dad taught me to use a 22 in the before time."

Dad said, "Son I never taught you anything like this you are a one man army for Christ sake." 

"Girls pick up all the shells we had enough for today, lets weed the garden." Mom said, "We eat first then the garden." 

"Yes mother dear," and we all laughed. 

The girls were watching and learning how to make soup and set the fire and dampers to maintain temperature.

After lunch we weeded the garden and the girls were full of dirt as were we all. It was hot and sweat and dirt stuck to us all from taking our hands and wiping our faces we looked like camouflage soldiers. 

Sign of the Times

The Michel Family

Part 5

Chapter 6

We had made sandwiches and took drinks and blankets and headed for the lake. I set the rest of the doors and took a walkie talkie in my knapsack. I was carrying a 270 at dad's insistence and the three girls had cross bows with practice heads in them.

Maybe get a rabbit or some pheasant. Mom and Melody also Had 270 and Dad and Uncle John both had a 306 browning. We called them the cannon they were a one shot one kill gun.

Judy was also carrying a 20 gauge pump shotgun. At the lake Judy striped, I striped, dad stripped, mom was hesitant. Uncle John stripped and he said, "Come wife time to enjoy the day."

Melody said, "In front of the kids?"

Dad said, "No in front of the family which we all are." Mom stripped and walked in and Melody behind. Melody was the oldest because mom had the big sleep and was 5 years younger but Melody with her blond hair and blond bush looked great must be C maybe even a D cup. Nice toned legs but no separation at the top and she swam past she had a great looking ass.

Next I felt somebody swimming through my legs playing with my cock and Judy came up standing in front of mom. So I went under and swam between Judy's legs and ran my finger down he slit and put it in her pussy and when I come up it was mom. Judy had moved off. Mom said nothing and just smiled.

Judy was over by Uncle John and he was smiling someone was playing with me and it wasn't Judy and up came Cindy I went down and swam through another pair of legs and it was Bridget I had my fingers playing with her cunt.

I was just standing when my legs were spread again and somebody was jerking my hard cock it was mom when she came up. Dad had smiles on his face as I seen Aunt Melody by dad. Dad disappeared and Aunt Melody was trying unsuccessfully from moaning and mom was moaning to as Steve and John came up together.

Bridget and Cindy were playing with me one was feeling my ass the other my cock jerking me trying to get me to cum.

Bridget surfaced first and I grabbed her and gave her a passionate kiss we traded tongues we no sooner broke that and Cindy as at my mouth kissing and some body was sucking my cock I could feel it for the first time in my life and who should come up but Judy with a mile wide grin.

We played for an hour and then came out all sitting around nude touching each other without care all three guys had erections and all the girls were glistening. I was eating a sandwich when Cindy was jerking me and Judy was jerking Uncle John and Mom and Aunt Melody were playing with dads cock. 

I was leaning on the rock enjoy them playing and kissing and fingering pussy everybody's clothes were behind me on the rock along with our weapons. Dad heard the crack same time as me I rolled off the girls reached and got a 9mm when a bear came crashing through.

Uncle John threw himself in front of Aunt Melody and Mom. When dad was almost to his feet when the bear swiped him with his claw the girls were screaming in and I yelled. "Guns, guns, guns," and that must have reached them Uncle John got swiped by the bear and I emptied my magazine into the bear.

Judy passed me a rifle a 306 I dug it in the ground like a grenade launcher took the safety off and the bear was less than five feet away. He was coming for me, wham went the gun and this massive creature was on top of me crushing the life out of me.

Even dead this thing was killing me. Mom Melody and Judy got him off the girls were frozen.

I was winded and I seen blood in the water from John and dad laying face down. "Girls snap out of it the bear is dead help our parents or they will be dead."

"Cindy take my shorts hold pressure on his wound." I rolled dad over he was unconscious with a gash on the side of his head, "Mom go get the APV and the first aid kit. Bridget take your gun go with her."

Cindy was holding pressure and blood seem to be slowing but he was losing consciousness. I checked the body no other wounds I heard the APV coming.

Dad was out nothing I could do for him. Mom ran up with the first aid kit.

I got Cindy swabbed her arm and put and IV into her and then into Uncle John's arm. Cindy was in shock didn't realize until she seen the blood flowing I put a blood transfusion into her. I got Bridget and set her up and started a second line into John he come back around and was coherent. His wife was holding his head mom was by dad and I said, "Mom grab the 270 get on the rock high guard now." 

She did as she was told Cindy was starting to get like she was going to pass out. I cut of her blood and Judy give her orange juice and sandwich.

Now I am yelling the orders not asking but telling. 

The bleeding all but stopped it had broken and artery in the shoulder by the arm and I said, "John I got to cauterize it." Taking a lighter out of the kit poured some alcohol on my knife and lit it and kept the lighter there, until I could not hold the lighter no longer. The knife blade was red not white it would have to do. I bladed the artery if he survived his right shoulder and arm will be useless but I had no choice.

He screamed and passed out when I cauterized it. I forgot to give him morphine from the kit but he was resting peacefully. I stepped in the back of the APV there were four litters. We put dad on one and all of us lifted him to the carrier and placed him in the rack.

I stopped Bridget's flow of blood to John, and she was given sandwiches and orange juice. Now was the tricky part I was scared to move Uncle John. We had no more blood and if the artery opened he would be dead. Also it would only be a matter of time before the coyotes came, the crows were already circling. 

Cindy was feeling better and I said, "Cindy, wash out those clothes in the lake." 

She said, "Who cares about clothes fuck them." 

"Cindy do as I say or you will be in another shooting war with coyotes." 

She started crying grabbed all the clothing with blood and washed them out. When she got back mom was with dad, he was either in a coma or still out cold. Judy was high guard with a 306.She knew she would only get one shot but she was mad and was willing to give up her arm for the family.




Sign of the Times Pt. 04-05



There was nothing I could do for him. "Judy get a litter we got to move him oh so carefully if this wound opens he is dead." "Everybody come here we have to move this litter first we need to lift his ass and slide this under him then allow him to lie down." I took some gun straps and immobilized his arm and used a strap to slide under his ass to lift him. 

We got him on the stretcher. There was no bleeding, we all lifted on my count and walked on my count, which as like a slow death march. We got him to the vehicle and slowly got him into the rack we picked up all our gear I had everybody strap on their guns this is not over yet.

I took a rope and fastened it to the bear and to the vehicle and I said, "Mom very slowly at the pace we were walking move this vehicle forward and we pulled out into the field and the bear was drug out into the field by a big maple. 

"Judy I need your help we got to clean this bear skin it and take the meat."

Judy said, "I don't think I can do it. Why not get our parents back to the house." 

I said, "The longer we stay here the better chance of John's wound healing better for transport so we may as well make good use of our time."

"Plus," I said, "Our lives depend on it in more ways than one. Girls you need to stand guard with the shotgun and 270s.

Chapter 7

I field dressed the Bear then hooked the rope around the tree and pulled it up by moving the vehicle forward a few feet. Cindy, mom, and Judy helped me skin it. We cut some big roast off it then quartered it and put the meet and hide in the vehicle we all walked except Melody in back.

Mom was at the wheel, Judy and I were in front walking and directing the vehicle around any bumps we got close and I said, "I got to check our sticks."

Cindy ran ahead said, "I will do it your too important and a few minutes she waved the all clear. We got to the house it took a half hour but we made it without John starting to bleed.

Once at the house we put the hide in the shed and the meet in plastic bags and in the root cellar.

I would clean it and wash it later. We got dad into his room and in bed he was breathing must be in a coma but again nothing I could do.

I had to take care of John. We carefully got him into his room with pillows behind him we finally got him into bed there was saline solution in the big medicine kit and penicillin. I gave John and dad injections and started John on an IV to replace fluids and help with his blood loss. He came around and we kept him drugged with morphine to kill the pain. 

This all so he wouldn't move, had to make him use the bed pan that as a treat but we did it. Mom was reading the medical books on how to feed dad knew we had to use saline but we needed stuff to keep him alive so he didn't starve. 

On the fourth day dad opened his eyes he was conscious but that was it no movement. We feed him broth and he could swallow at least no hand movement or feet no speech just eyes and eyelids.

In that four days I had not slept between both our dads I was full out. I was giving myself b12 shots to keep me going. Now the danger was passed I was going to lie down. I had a cup of tea and 2 days later I woke up hungry as a bear.

I went into the shower it felt good and walked out dad was still the same mom said, "I was out for two days Judy and Cindy cleaned the meats and bagged it. They didn't know how to cut it so they didn't freeze it. 

I left Dad's room and my girls were naked even Judy and they made me bacon and eggs with toast, and tea. I must have drunk four cups with the meal. 

Judy said, "All the chores are done, the coyotes showed up yesterday but we yelled at them and turned the flood lights on and they were gone."

I said, "We need a bit of lime by the pump they smelled the blood." As the days passed we kept everything going. I had all these beautiful women around me and my mind was so preoccupied with making sure everything was taking care of. 

Uncle John came walking out of his bedroom with a pyjama top on only and we all looked seeing his big cock swinging in the breeze. Cindy said, "Father would you like a tea?" "He said that be great."

"Uncle John, how are you doing?" 

He said, "Brad I am alive because of you." 

I said, "Let's sit you down."

I went to put him where he belonged and he said, "Nope Brad that is for the head of this family." 

I said, "Yes sir and that is you."

"Brad call me John, and let's be honest with each other, you are keeping this family going I have no use of my shoulder or arm I am not complaining just stating a fact."

"You got way more knowledge than I on running this farm, Melody, your mother, and I have talked that seat is yours and the last order I ever give is for you to take it and sit down."

With tears in my eyes, I do as he says.

Judy comes over and said, "Master would you like a roll," "Yes sister."

Cindy said, "Master would you like jam." "Fine that would be nice," Bridget said master, "Do you want to take me to bed?" and I said, "OK jokes over."

Mom says, "It's no joke son you are the head of this household the master of it without you we would all die."

John said, "We were putting this off for a few years but there is an emergency now." "John what's up speak plain and strait?"

"You knew that down the road we have to have children to carry on when we get old we have to have people to look after us or we die?"

"Yes I can see that." "Well your father is no longer a contributor I am not sure if I will be so far it doesn't work that leaves you. You're the only bull in the pen."

"Wow, but I am still a calf in that department. I shoot blanks." "All the better you can have fun with all the women learn all different techniques and when you do start shooting and making babies will be much easier."

"When I get better I will take your bedroom and you shall have ours."

Mom said, "Son while you were sleeping it was discussed and last night while you went to bed we all decided."

"Thanks you decided without me there."

"You would have been to uncomfortable being there, because not only will you be getting your sister and cousins pregnant also Melody and me." 

"What you?" 

"Yes am I that ugly?"

"No it's not that, you're gorgeous." 

"Son, I am a woman and you are a man that is how we look at this I am no longer mom I and Brittany to everybody. Who by the way is going to fuck your brains out," she says smiling.

John says, "It how it has to be you are the leader of this farm and the master of this home, have fun, it may be bit before your ready but you will enjoy it." 

"We see you already like the taste of pussy that is a big head start, now running this farm make yourself up a list I will help where I can then, fill in the must and who can do them, you do only jobs that no one else can do. There are berry patches planted around I got a map here somewhere showing where they are at."

"All that we can work out later, have your tea and then pick your first girl to have fun with." 

"John you trying to get me killed. I pick one and have four pissed off."

"See that's why you are the leader you think of this stuff ok and I whispered in John's ear four and then I said, "Girls I have picked a number. OK now we got to pick who goes first.

Bridget said, "Me I pick 3."

"John said, "No."

Judy said, "1." "

John said, "No."

Cindy said, "5"

John said, "No"

Melody said "2," 

John says, "No."

Britney you got number 4 so you to go have fun."

We went upstairs and I first kiss her tongue it felt weird and I played with her tits and lowered between her legs and started licking her moans started, I brought her off in minutes and said, "You are a beautiful woman and I can't wait to have my baby seed in you."

Britney went down on me and after a few sucks I came. 

She said, "Don't worry lover, that is why you're doing this now, so when you are pumping that white seed it will be long time and now that I got you hard again, fuck this pussy." I got between her legs and drove my five inch cock in her and after twenty minutes she was shuttering and screaming as I cum inside her.



Sign of the Times Pt. 06-07



The Michel Family

Part 6

Chapter 8

"My god that was fantastic I want more but I want to get back with Steve."

I said, "We are a family I am sure other people are with him this is our time Britney," and I started sucking on her nipples and fingering her cunt as she started moving to my touch.

I would start exploring her legs and her inner thighs light touches and she would make a whimpering sound as I run over her camel toe she would gasp, and I would lightly feel that little nub in her cunt.

She said, "That is my clitoris." and I squeezed it and she moaned as I bit her nipple and pulled with my teeth I lined up and fucked her again this time I was in no hurry.

I was moving in and out slowly and kissing her neck and ear lobes, and said, "You are beautiful my Brittney and I nibbled on her ears as I sank my cock into her and just held it there feeling her muscles tighten around my cock causing me to moan. 

"Britney that feels so nice I want to stay in here forever," and we kissed as she continued to pulse squeeze and I started to pump in sequence with her pulses making her tighter and feeling her muscles go over every sensitive spot.

I so wanted to go faster but stayed at her speed and she started to spasm when she stopped she said, "That was an orgasm and you gave it to me and Brad that is giving a woman ultimate satisfaction." 

I was still pumping and she was saying, "Oh no, oh no, oh shit," and she was cumming again another orgasm as I continued to pump into her. She was continually breathing hard and she said, "Oh God you can't," and she was shaking again.

I was enjoying this making her lose it and feeling those muscles close in around my cock as I fucked her we were kissing and she was trying to find my tonsils when she cum again, but this time I was cumming to and as I was pumping and spiriting into her I was kissing her neck. 

When I finished I tried to feel her clit but her hand stopped me and she said, "Master you can't I am too sensitive.

"Master is it," as I was twisting her nipples.

"Yes master you own me that was fantastic only a master could do what you have done" and tears filled her eyes.

I looked into them and said, "Why the tears," and she said, "I am so happy I never thought I would feel sex like I did with Steve but you have done it maybe even more so, it was unbelievable sex master."

I kissed her shutting her up. As I felt her body with my hands and said, "Is that what you call this just sex," as I gently twisted her nipple and pulled. She went to say something and I kissed her and put my hard cock back into her and started pumping again. 

She was flapping like a fish in less than a minute her moaning and I broke the kiss and said again, "Just sex my love is that all it is to you." I was still slowly pumping her we looked deep in one another's eyes and she said, "No my master this is passionate love making," and she said, "Oh no, oh fuck, oh shit, you did it to me again," and she was moving around flapping like a fish again as I kissed her neck and she held me tight as I was pulsating my cum into her and she was saying, "Oh god, Oh Christ, you are amazing, how do you do that.?"

"It is easy, when you love someone the way I love you." She hugged and kissed me and said, "I love you two master, but I need a shower."

I said, "Yes, my lover so do I," and we got out of bed and went to the master shower and by the time I got there I was hard again.

We weren't in the shower two minutes and I was fucking her pussy from the rear and she cum in minutes as I took a good ten minutes she cum another time as we seem to cum together I seen the spot on her neck and I thought, "I am going to hear about this."

We washed each other then dried each other except she dried her cunt.

She said, "Oh no, you're not getting near that you will kill me." We laughed and kissed as we went back to the kitchen. 

Judy was washing the table cloth her smaller tits looked nice bent over the table I said, "Where is everybody." Judy said, "Uncle John is in with dad the rest are weeding the garden," and I looked and seen some guns gone. 

Judy seen me look and she said, "Yes master they are armed. Judy seen Britney's red pussy lips and said, "Looks like you had a work out." Mom smiled laid her head on my shoulder and said, "He is a man of men our master."

Judy said, "Would you two lovers like some tea." "We were having sex young lady, trying to hide the fact of the love making he gave her."

Judy said, "That's why your pussy lips are so red and you got his branding mark on your neck."

"I do not," she said and Judy handed her a mirror smiling she looked. "Master you shouldn't have."

I said, "It felt right at the time," and she just smiled, "Yes master it is your neck to do with as you see fit."

Judy almost dropped the tea pot and looked at Britney and she said, "Wait my child until he takes you, he is a fantastic lover." Britney smiled and sipped her tea; John came out and said, "Do I smell tea?" "Yes John you sure do."

John looked at Britney and said, "You look happy," and she just smiled at him.

He was sipping his tea and said, "You branded her, good for you Brad." 

"Oh John don't encourage him."

"John, how is your arm doing?" "Wound is still opened but pain is down, enough that I don't take any pills. I can live through this pain however I am pretty useless can't even put a stick of wood on the fire."

"Don't worry about that," I said.

John said, "It's hard to imagine all this work for all these years and now this."

"John, it is life but we are family and you're both still alive. We can deal with the rest." 

"I should have posted a guard. I don't let us walk around the yard without protection I was just stupid and careless and it caused this."

"First of all Brad you're a young man but if it was anybody's fault it was mine. I was head of the family. I was the one responsible, so don't you go taking on baggage that is not yours." We all have learned a valuable lesson and now that you are the master it won't happen again, of that I am sure."

"You got that right tomorrow I am going to practice on the d6 dozer and am going to clear 50 yards on both sides where we go swimming. We need the lake we need to swim and have recreation."

Britney spoke up and said, "Master there is other recreation." 

John said, "What did you do to her she is cock struck." "Don't ask don't tell, what I do in a bedroom stays in there, and nothing comes from my lips. If the girls want to tell that is their prerogative not mine."

"Brad you are wise beyond your years we always used to brag until we settled in, you had your first piece of tail and your already know about that."

I said, "It must have been sleep taught."

Britney said, "That was not the only thing that was sleep taught and she stood up displaying her red pussy lips and sat back down." John just smiled, and said maybe our little calf is a bull anyway." 

Chapter 9

After I had the tea I pulled out the manual and read the book. It took about ten minutes and another ten to study the picture pages. Judy said, "You read all that?" 

John said, "Na he just skimmed it." 

I said, "Yes Judy I can speed read now." 

John took the book and asks me questions and I answered them all, and he said, "You didn't lose anything by being asleep five years."

"Britney you want to take the high ground while I play with the bulldozer across the street. I need to rip out some of the stumps anyway it will be good practice."

She didn't even hear me and I said, "Judy can you help and let her go back in with Steve she would be useless outside today." 

Britney said, "Were you talking to me master?"

"No Britney, go in with your husband." Judy took her 270 and her 9mm and I also did the same. It didn't take long and I realized the awesome power this thing had I few roots with the ripper and last year's stumps were free for the moving I piled them on the center of the road and waited for a predicted rain on our weather station and would burn these stumps. 

John even had bought an old fire truck had an 850gpm pump and a 1500 gallon tank. We finished in an hour and I drove the machine to the field and parked it. The girls were just finished weeding and I said, "Lets wash off at the pump," and they wanted a shower I said, "No we are heading to the lake you can clean off there." Melody said, "I can't go there again.

I said, "That is our recreation spot and no one is taking it from us. Now make some sandwiches and soup have soup for lunch. We will leave Britney here to tend to John and Steve the rest of us are going."

"John put the walkie on channel two when we leave we will monitor. John on the radio there is a tone button and I showed him where it was you had to slide a switch, push the pound key, and then slide the switch back, and it would put out a pulse tone. That means there is an emergency and we will come like this place has been overrun by vermin."

After lunch we were armed to the teeth, we had enough firepower to start a war. I started with the bulldozer pushing back the forest I had to chain saw a lot of big hardwood trees and pulled them out to the field but by supper time I had a 25 yard killing field. The girls all went in and begged me to come in and I said, "Not without a guard." 

Melody got out water dripping off her tits and cunt and climbed up on the dozer and said, "Enjoy master," and I kissed her trading tongues and a little fingering of her clit enough to get a moan and then went into the water. I splashed around had fun girls were kissing me while others were playing with my cock I dove and went under each of them fingering their pussy and feeling their firm asses as I went it took 3 stops for air.

Then I stood and they were under me and a couple put a finger in my ass that felt weird. The sun was starting to shadow on the lake so we gathered up our gear and everybody got on the tractor I had a steer stick one between Judy and one between Bridget they kept rubbing their pussy on my arm.

I gave the signal two clicks on the radio received three click response and then Britney said, "All clear here." I sent Judy for a check and said, "If it is clear say rabbit stew for supper, anything else and we will attack."

"Mom gave you the all clear," and I said, "Yes and now we make sure." Judy made her way to the house she checked the rooms everything was good she said, "Can you make a tea?" and Britney said, "Where are the rest?" Judy said, "They had to go back to the lake,"

"Oh," and she continued to make the tea Judy got up looked around sticks were on the barn door.

She picked up the radio and said, "We are having rabbit stew for supper." and then you heard the bulldozer coming and they came on the house. 

John said, "You are paranoid Brad," and I said, "No just cautious. Better have a few survive than none." 

"I can't argue with you there." 

"I guess now you can't argue with me at all John." 

John looked and said, "You are right master."

Brad was serious, he would run the family as he sees fit for their safety. He was the only male that could fight proficiently. Tomorrow it was back to gun training reloading ammunition and rifle care. 

After we ate everybody was relaxing and I said, "Melody bring me your 9mm." She went and grabbed the gun hang on the rack in the kitchen and she passed it to me. I grabbed her put her over my knee without warning and slapped her ass three times making it rosy and she screamed with the pain.

The family was shocked. I said, "That is a warning to all of you. All of you were taught better, now Melody take that gun back and pass it to me properly."

Rubbing her ass, she got up looking at me with daggers in her eyes; she took the gun out of the holster, pointed it at the floor, took the clip out, and ejected the shell in the chamber. She open the chamber to the locked open position looked in the chamber and said, "It is safe master," in a venomous voice and passed me the weapon.

I looked and inspected the gun and said, "You all must understand these guns are our life line. We must take more care of these than our bodies."

"Melody look down this barrel," she did and I said, "What do you see?" 

"Pieces of twigs master," and "look here by the trigger some more, all of you check your weapons and clean them but make sure it's one at a time always keep a gun at the ready don't ever get caught with no weapon to use."

John said, "Brad isn't this a bit much."

I said, "John if you were better I would take the belt to you for that remark, and give you a glowing ass. What you think is a bit much is now my concern. I am now responsible for the safety and well being of this family. If we had of had been ready the bear would not of hurt any of us but we let our guard down, and were not prepared that will never happen again."

John lowered his head and said, "I am sorry master you are right, we just don't think the same way." I was mad and said, "John that is probably a good thing we may all live longer." 

"Yes master," Melody said, "You have no right to talk to him like that I got up grabbed her. The gun parts went flying and I took my belt and her across my lap five whacks all John could do was have mercy master, she was trying to protect me, unwisely, but please have mercy."

I stopped and she was bawling and I laid her on the floor. Britney came out of the bedroom and rushed to Melody's side and she said, "Hasn't she survived enough traumas this week."

I said, "Family sit the fuck down now." Britney helped Melody up, and they sat down. 

"You guys put me in charge, so be it. We made a huge mistake by not having a guard we probably have lost my father, and we have an invalid here now, all because we were not ready. It was an accident, a mistake, an unfortunate incident, call it what you will I call it a stupid irresponsible decision."

"I would not let anybody go in the barn yard without being armed so why should we all be at a lake in the woods with not one of us being on guard."

"It is a hard lesson to learn but we have all learned it and starting tomorrow, one hour of rifle practice until you can up and shoot proficiently. You seen how quick an animal can be, we need to be quicker and be ever vigilant of the 2 legged vermin he can destroy us all." 

Sign of the Times

The Michel Family

Part 7

Chapter 10

"I am not trying to frighten everyone to live in fear, there is a difference being ever conscience of where you are, and securing your space." We can have a good life here, thanks to John and Melody. We have everything we need but all of you need to be proficient with your guns, you never know when you need to use them, and quickly."

"If they are dirty they could blow up in your face and blind you or worse."

"They are not toys we rely on them for meat to live and for our protection. We are way off the road and in a few years we can relax our guard a bit once people die off or move off it will get safer for us."

"Melody I am sorry but you want me to lead I will not see my family hurt," Melody comes over and hugs me. 

"I am sorry master you are right and I promise to learn all you teach," and she starts looking for all the pieces to the 9 mm.

Judy has hers back together and also helps. John has tears in his eyes and said, "Master, Brad, I really screwed up." 

"John it is in the past we move forward and I apologize for being so fourth cumming."

Bridget and Cindy saw that their mother was beating with the belt same as they were. There was no doubt in their mind that I was in charge.

After the guns were all cleaned I went did mine it just needed a pull through and wipe down so it don't pit. I went in to see dad there was no change and I said to mom, "We have to move his legs and arms twice a day," and we dug out the medical book and it showed what we needed to do. 

"Brad, I am talking to you now as I would talk to Steve, you got a temper same as your father and your lacking in a skill the same as your father. We are all one family and the trauma this family went through, was hell with that bear. I see what you're doing but you could push anyone of us into a mental state that we would be like my husband here catatonic."

"John feels responsible and I know you do to maybe that's why you lash out so hard. But if you're not careful I could see John put a gun to his head and pull the trigger, and it is that serious my master. What you done out there, he blamed himself for you hurting his wife, so think about that before you do what your temper wants and keep close watch on John over the next few days."

"Britney I must make them understand it's our lives were messing with having dirty guns." 

"Not disagreeing master just you need to be aware the fragile state everybody is in. I see your urgency, and the why for It, but talk would do the same."

"Britney I love you, and I will take what you say under advisement. My responsibility is to get everybody proficient with a gun and proper care so we don't have more injuries and if they have to be more afraid of me than the vermin or animals so be it."

Frustrated Britney said, "You are your father's son."

About a week later things were back to normal, fear of me by the girls subsided. They were all used to wearing no clothes except for foot wear.

"OK, shall we take numbers for tonight."

Judy said, "She couldn't and she pointed to her cunt with a sting hanging out and Melody was the same and I said, so Bridget and Cindy pick a number Bridget said, "Two." I said, "You're it for tonight. Now let's get to work girls you got to be feeling poorly Melody why don't you look after the men."

"Britney you can use rifle practice, I now had targets of a man's chest swing from a rope off a tree branch had four set up and we practiced for an hour open site at 100 yard they may get one out of ten shots finally Britney started keeping both eyes open using the scope and was clustering them.

Bridget however was another story. She was still struggling I came up behind her and said, "You need to keep both eyes open or you will miss every time."

She said, "I can't, I can't see through the scope with both eyes open. I remember an old trick and I said, "OK enough for today," and I found a magnifying glass and taped it over one eye and I said, "Walk around carefully she was running into stuff and stepping to avoid stuff that wasn't there. It was fun watching her do this we were careful to keep her in relatively safe spot.

I spotted a fox in the field and I said, "Brittney shoot it." She up aim and fired it went down. Bridget jumped, "What happened." 

I said, "Britney just shot a fox we going out into the field you stay put sitting down and call on the walkie for someone to cover you while were gone."

"I will be alright," she said.

"Yes if you want the belt, you only think you're alright." 

"Yes master," and she was on the walkie as we left. Brittney shot the fox in the front shoulder. The fox was still trying to stand I put the 9mm to his head and one round he was done. We skinned it left the rest for the crows the fox also had one of our chickens, I cleaned it boiled it, and later ground it into meal for the pigs, believe it, pigs are fussy eaters.

Bridget was getting used to walking around with the magnify glass and I had her read a sentence while walking and it wasn't long she had that done and I took it off.

She said, "I got a head ache." I said, smiling, "I hear that is what women always say when they don't want to do something." 

She swatted me saying, "Oh you," I pinched her ass said, "That's master to you my princess."

I had a piece of twine strung and got the target swinging she got 4 out of five center mass one missed the target she was proud as a peacock and I said, "Not bad for a beginner," She said, "I will show you a beginner," and wraps her arms around me and kisses me with tongue for a good 3 minutes.




Sign of the Times Pt. 06-07



That was quite a kiss my sexy princess. We packed it in for the day Britney and Judy hung the hide Britney was cleaning both her guns at the same time. I looked at her and she picked up the shotgun by her side. "Smart my big princess now you are learning."

Bridget came in and cleaned her gun loaded a shell and put the safety on and store her gun. I cleaned mine and Britney seen me rub the barrel with a little white rag and I said, "I like to keep it pristine so I have a drop of oil on this rag and wipe may barrel and stock." She took the rag and did the same. 

We put our guns away and we had venison for supper a deer that John shot last year. John was moving around better and he had movement in his hand a bit and fingers he said, "It's a start." 

We all talked at supper they made fun of the magnifier and said, "What you needed that to help you find his cock or just to make it look bigger."

They all had their fun and I said, "One day you will be wishing it was this size again when it goes in your ass."

Judy said, "No way are you taking my ass." I just laughed. Melody said, "Girl you don't know what you're missing."

I asked, "May I have a couple of volunteers to do the chores tomorrow." Melody and Cindy volunteered and I said, "Many thanks we may sleep in or be otherwise occupied," and Bridget blushed. I said, "No sense blushing my princess I think they all know what we will be doing."

She went totally red after that her blue eyes and blond hair were so nice with that blush red and I said, "Looks like princess can dish it out but not take it," and I looked and John and said, "I wonder if she will put out better?" Her face went red her eyes filled up and I said, "Easy my princess we are a family just making light of the situation."

I said, "Good night all and I picked up Bridget and carried her to the stairs and said, "You have to walk from here so I can watch that pretty ass go up the stairs." She gives it a shake and waddles up the stairs accenting her every step. In the room Britney has a towel spread out on the bed.

I looked at Bridget with a puzzled look and she said, "I am a virgin." Still not catching on, "Mr lover master you are going to break my hymen and I am going to bleed this is all natural for a woman which is what you make me, once you break my hymen."

"But I don't want to hurt you my princess." and she says, "I have been waiting for this day for years it will only hurt for a bit. Then I will feel joy and pleasure from our joining."

Onto the bed and we started off by playing with each other she explored my cock the spongy head the hard shaft the two balls in a sack and I played with her clitoris making her wet and moan then gently put my hand over her mound and ran it down her inner thigh then back up and started licking and sucking her nipples.

She said, "Please take me master."

"We got all night my princess," and I continued to take my time. Finally I went at her clit sucking and putting two fingers in her pussy and finger fucking.

I could feel her breathing hard and she was about to cum, on her first movement signify she started to climax I moved my cock and sunk it in all the way breaking her hymen, but she was in the throes of a climax, she felt it happen but she was in too much pleasure to feel pain.

I started fucking her and the more I did the more she kept cumming until she collapsed and I touched her clit and she reached her had to mine and stopped me, "I am to sensitive there." 

I said, "I know as I pumped her more I was just showing you something and I fucked her and we both came. It was so nice fucking that tight pussy. I could feel my cock pushing away the muscles with each thrust and she said, "You're stretching me with that big cock,"

Looking deep in her eyes I said, "You got that magnifying glass on again," she started laughing and was fucking herself as she laughed as her stomach moved she got fucked. It was such a nice feeling being inside her such an intimate feeling to. I loved the feeling of her muscles sliding across my shaft and my spongy knob being pushed back by her muscles as they give way to my invading cock spearheaded by my knob.

I blasted inside of her shot after shot as she moaned and came to. We just lay there in bliss and I played with her nipples just lightly. We looked in each other's eyes speaking without saying a word. I knew from the nervous resistance and her previous statements, that those words no longer mattered, we could make love every day and she not only be willing, she will be wanting my cock back inside her.

Chapter 11

It was about 8pm and we were hungry and I said, "Let's get a snack." We went in Steve's room and in the master shower where I fucked her from behind. I seemed to be going so much deeper into her tight pussy. Her moans as I pulled back on her hair lifting her face as I pumped into her pussy and watched her expressions as she came again making me cum to as her muscles tightened around my cock. We got out of the shower and patted each other dry with the towels stopping to kiss so many times. As we walked out Britney hugged us both and we said, "We were having tea join us," and she said, "No this is your time enjoy it." 

We went out and I stoked the fire heated some rolls and got the jam out and said, "Princess this is my treat to you, I don't do this; I do many things but serve food, is not one." 

In a matter of minutes Cindy was down and Melody then Judy I said, "Go get Brittney," and we were all here at the table so much for our intimate moment. 

Cindy wanted to know every detail what I did, how I did it. They talked like I wasn't there. John was at the table and I said, "Is it always like this?"

He said, "Yes but normally were not here to hear it."

The sun was setting over the pasture so I slapped my gun on and said, "Princess lets watch the sun set by ourselves." Everybody got the hint and Bridget put on her 9mm and we walked outside.

She said, "This is special thank you my master I love this," 

We walked across the yard holding hands and as we were leaning on the rail she said, "Take me again from behind so I can watch the sun go down and feel you inside me." 

I did and slowly fucked her bring her climax up slow. As the sun was setting I sped up and just as the last rays of the red fireball went behind the field I made her cum with me and her tight muscles held my cock in her pussy. I exploded feeling these tight muscles wrapping around my cock like a warm blanket. 

"Oh my god my god I am cumming again," as I massaged her tits and pulled her both nipples at the same time. 

We finished and John said, "That was hot," and Melody said, "A memory for ever my daughter." John was holding a 9mm in his left hand and Melody had a 270 across her chest.

I smiled knowing that they had our back even though we didn't. We walked back in I seen my and her juices flowing down her legs.

My cock was coming back to life again and John said, "Oh to be young again I would have been done for the night." I whispered and said, "No her lips are not red enough yet."

Bridget said, "What did you say," and I said, "Man talk woman."

She grinned ear to ear because she knew I made her a woman tonight. We had another cup of tea she made it this time and she didn't care who seen the semen running down her leg. No one said a word about it but they all saw it.

After our tea I said, "Come on old woman back to bed the night is young," and I slapped her ass. "Yes my master," and she kissed me and practically ran for the stairs. "Good night everybody," and up we went. 

She sucked me off in the room and swallowed then she sucked me hard and rode me for almost an hour and she climaxed over and over as I watch her tits bounce, tweaking her nipples. Finally exhausted she fell on me and we kissed and fell asleep. Early in the morning I fucked her again and when she climaxed she awoke. "Oh my god," she said, "You are fantastic lover I want you every minute of every day you stud, you master, my Master."

"Princess I have others I must look after," to Pouting face she said, "But I want you." 

"I want you to my princess but we share in this family. Let's get a shower." We went to the master bedroom shower we soaped each other I fingered her G spot and she exploded and then I fucked her from behind pulling on her nipples causing her to scream as she cum again "You fucking fantastic lover," Bridget said.

As we were walking out dad was propped up as usual and his eyes followed us he said, "Son,"

"Bridget get Mom quick," she ran to the yard and called Britney she came running she said, "Steve spoke," he said, "Son," Bridget said, "I heard him. His eyes followed us to." 

His eyes were straight ahead again. Britney said, "Steve my love come back to us were all here come back Steve," and she started bawling. 

"Mom his finger it's moving and she touches it he squeezes her finger. "He hears you mom."

John, Melody came rushing in Bridget said, "He spoke he said son and now his finger moved."

"John, give me the pen light out of the first aid box," and I checked his eyes, he blinked and they dilated. "He is coming back to us." When things settled down we went to have breakfast.

Bridget was serving me and that's when Cindy seen her walking like a cow girl and said, "Looks like you been on a horse all night sis?" 

Bridget said, "No a stallion."

Every one smiled and Cindy said, "You didn't use a magnifying glass?"

"You wait my sister for the pleasure our master gives. I want him every day but I must share soon he will make a woman out of you to my sister."

Not for a week I am afraid, started this morning pointing to her string hanging out of her pussy.

"Look I am confused we need a board with who is and who isn't available." They laughed and John said, "I had a hard time remembering one."

After breakfast I said, "Cindy show us where you left off with the chores, Princess and I will finish off." "I will help master, I can feed the chickens and gather the eggs the cows are milked but the container is not put away. The stalls have not been cleaned."

"Fine we well do them we strapped on our guns and went outside. The horses were in the field and sure enough I said, "Princess you are a cowgirl all you need is a rope," she looked at me and laughed.

"Let's go cowboy." We finished our chores and washed off by the pump and then wondered over to watch the horse graze and princess said, 

"Take your cowgirl again right here cowboy." I went behind felt her pussy it was soaked. Cindy just came out off the coop and she watched me as I entered her sister's pussy after a few thrust princess says, "Fuck this cowgirl like the farm animal she is." 

Cindy couldn't believe what she was hearing, the one she was calling a snotty nose kid a few months ago begging him to fuck her. Soon Bridget was coming and moaning, "Fuck me my master you own me give me that big cock," and I pulled on her nipples and she cum again.

I shot my load into her and it was rope after rope into that sweat hot tight pussy. I touched her nib. "Please master don't it's so sensitive." 

"All right Princess," and I pulled my cock out. 

Cindy clapped, "What a show." 

Bridget said, "You were here the whole time." 

"Yes cowgirl and the barn yard animal you are," she said laughing. 

"Why did you stay?"

"Two reasons one it's outside the bedroom so it's public, and second I was at there at the ready with my gun the only ready gun. Master was ready but it was not his 9mm gun, it was a different gun. No family member goes unprotected, Masters orders."

"Thank you Cindy it was appreciated."

We went inside, they were all in Steve's room he was awake alert saying random words I came in he said, "Son," that was it so he recognizes people, time will tell how far he comes back.

Most of us went back to the kitchen Melody and Mom stayed with him working his legs and arms feeding him broth and I gave him a b12 shot.



Sign of the Times Pt. 08



The Michel Family

Part 8

Chapter 12

Princess and I went to the shed I took a piece of pine and carved the initials M B J C P. Then I took a drill bit in and put in five holes below the initials and 5 more 2 inches below them. I then cut wooden pegs to fit the holes.

I then drilled tiny holes through the board below the letters and through the pegs I fasted twine to each peg and then to the board. I drilled two holes in the corners of the board and for the finish touch I used the old style blow torch that used our fuel to heat up the old style soldering iron and I traced out the initials blacking the groves out making the initials stand out. 

Bridget said, "That is amazing you are the most talented person I have ever met."

Well my princess seeing as how you are giving me a big head I guess I can try and satisfy you with my little one. I bent her over the sawhorse and enter her pussy from the rear. I slowly pumped and was watching her ass cheeks bounce as I thrust into her. God that was hot.

Her hands were tied up holding herself off the saw horse leaving my hands free to roam. I reached under and fingered her clit and between me thrusting into that tight warm pussy and my finger she was screaming and cum the first time. I waited till she came down from her first orgasm she begged me not to touch her clit it was two sensitive. I just kept pumping a nice steady pace 

I slapped her ass playfully and said, "Well deny your master part of your body" in a joking tone whack 3 times on her ass cheek turning it rosy red as I continued to fuck her."

"Oh master your turning me on so much I am going to cum again." 

"Oh my little princess likes the spanking and I drove my cock in deep as it could go and she moaned saying you own me your so talented do whatever you want. I spit on my finger got it wet and entered her ass while fucking her and one finger fucked her then I pulled out spit on two fingers and entered her ass and kept my slow pace fucking her and fucked her with two fingers. Princess started to orgasm again and as she was cumming I pulled my fingers out of her tight ass and sank my cock into her even tighter ass. I pushed it all the way in while she was cumming she screamed as it hurt but she was still feeling the pleasure from cumming. 

When she came down she said take it out it hurts. I said, "Let it be princess stay still for a minute she did as I massaged her tits and played with her nipples I felt her muscles relax and I started to slowly pump in and out soon her pain gave way to pleasure and she started to push back as I was thrusting into her. In only a few minutes she was cumming again.

I pulled out of her ass and sunk into her pussy coating my cock with her dripping juices and re-entered her ass, as she was screaming in pleasure.

"My god how can this feel so good, you own me Brad my master." I started slapping that firm ass that bounced like Jello as I slapped it turning it red now on both cheeks. Master that hurts but while your fucking me it feels so right your spanking your cowgirl, branding her ass that you now own.

She was building to explode it felt different her muscles were so tight around my cock I could barely move and I started cumming as she went orgasmic and she just cum over and over it lasted a good five minutes.

I pulled out and kissed her neck hard living my branding mark. We kissed as soon as she got her breath we played tongue swap and finally we broke and she said, "I never dreamed it would be like this. You are so wonderful I never want to let you go. I want your baby so bad now just to show how much you own me, and it will give me something growing inside me to remember you by every day."

My Princess said, "Master that wore me out both holes are sore I won't refuse you because I can't, I belong to you but I beg master no more tonight master I am sore I can't take any more."

"Yes my love this is enough for our first day we got a life time to make love and have some sex as part of it." 

"Your right we weren't just fucking we were making love together I feel it deep in my chest."

I am glad she capitulated because my cock was sore to. We walked back to the house her clinging to my arm. Back in the house I screwed up the carving.

The girls were whispering and all I could here was, He did, (Pause as she whispered more) He didn't, (Pause) and you let him, (Pause) and you like it, (Pause) I looked and she turned showing her red ass and Judy said "You enjoyed that?" Princess spoke loud enough for everybody to hear, "He is the most passionate lover and I could not refuse him anything."

She ran over crying with her arms around my neck and I said, "Easy my princess we are supposed to have fun along with our love making and sex."

"My Brad and Master I am happy that's why I am crying and she bawled into my arms as I hugged her and in a swaying motion I picked her up in my arms and sat in the overstuffed chair and cradled her like a small baby until she got her composer back. Finally we got up and went to supper.

At supper I said, "The carving is for you girls those that got stings in," everyone smiled and I continued "Put their peg in a bottom hole below their initial."

They all went over and said there is only one B and I said, "That is Britney and the P that is for Bridget my Princess," she put her peg in the bottom.

Cindy said, "You're not on your period you just finished?" 

"But I am unavailable to master I am too sore."

Everyone laughed Cindy said, "Cowboy wore the cowgirl wore out." After supper Melody ran a bath and let Bridget soak.

That night I went to bed early. At 5 am I was up waiting and Cindy showed up we went strapped our guns and did the chores we had to take a lot of the cream off the milk we got and put it in the churner it was solar powered so when the sun came up it would churn we dumped the milk into our small pasteurizer.

Cindy was going for the coop when I grabbed her and kissed her with tongue when we broke, "Wow, what was that for," she said. 

"Just because," I said. She got the 3 dozen eggs and we went into the house mom was making tea and without a word she left with a cup. I followed she was feeding dad.

Dad move his head was trying to say hi but he got son out clear. "You're doing great dad keep it up."

I walked over to the peg board and put Britney in the bottom row there was no way she was leaving Steve's side. Later that day Judy was in the top row and so was Melody.

Melody won the draw, and John just smiled at us as we went to his bedroom. I got between her legs and licked her to orgasm. Then just lay their running my hands over her thigh and inner legs making her squirm. I entered my fingers into her pussy and found her G spot which shortly after massaging that made her climax again.

As she was shaking I climbed on top sunk my cock into her pussy her muscles were into a spasm around my cock what a great feeling that was I started to pump and she was screaming, "Fuck me, god fuck this cunt, master," and I did. 

She came again and again and I cum with her I sucked on her tits and on her neck leaving my brand she was shaking so hard I doubt she even noticed.

I got hard and she got on all fours and said, "Take my ass," and this was my second time, so in I pushed my cock it was slimy from being in her pussy so it slipped right in god it was tight she was moaning I am sure the house herd. I played with her nipples and the more I pulled the louder she moaned and I fucked her.

She was cumming again and I pulled on both nipples she screamed tighten her muscles around my cock and I shot my load into her ass while her pussy was dripping fluid. 

We fell asleep and through the night I fucked her again and she was moaning in her sleep, "Oh John you're so wonderful you haven't done that in years." 

I brought her off and she woke up and she said, "Did I say anything?" 

I said, "It don't matter you enjoyed it if you thought I was him I am honoured my sexy lady." She kissed me sobbing and said, "That was so cruel of me."

I said, "No I thought it was an honor I can blind fold you and you can always think I am John." She cried more and we kissed and she went down on me and sucked me off and I said, "Oh mom you're so good," and I felt her teeth I said, "OK, I give," she continued and when I cum she kissed me and shared my cum, that was different. 

She said, "You may as well get used to it its part of sex and besides that is for your comment. I didn't have soap so consider that semen soap."

We laughed and hugged and said, "Its five am want to get a shower take care of some of the chores. We got our shower and I played with her tits and as we were drying off I was looking out the back field and the morning light was there but the sun was not up yet may be five minutes before we see its rays, "What a view you have." 

Melody said, "This is your room now," and I said, "No it's yours and Johns I will stay where I am." We dried off and we got in the kitchen and quietly put our 9mm on.

I stepped outside the door I heard a growl to my left I drew and fired. Not even getting my eyes focused on the coyote put another shot into him. There was more inside the chicken wire and two trying to get out, wham I heard from behind me bang and bang and bang I emptied half my clip dropping three more of them.

One was running for the field wham from the kitchen door Bridget shot it moving running top speed and she dropped it. 

Everybody was up out in the yard armed I needed another clip. Cindy give me hers she had her 270 in her arms I dropped my clip and put hers in and moved to the coop door, standing to the side of it I reached in flicked the light switch out ran a coyote bang and bang two to its head.

I hear another growl still one in there I went threw a rock in and the coyote came charging out with a chicken in its mouth bang wham and it was down Britney let go with the cannon 306. 

We checked everything out we lost about 15 of the fifty chickens. The rooster was in the barn so at least we can get more. I went out the garage and brought out the backhoe nice machine even had air and a CD player. I came out stereo blasting with the beach boy's song they were one of John's favorite bands.

That lightened the mood and I said, "Throw the coyotes in the bucket," they did and I took off down the road about a mile and dumped eight of them on the road. I was in an enclosed rig so I was like in a tank I was safe from even bears.

I drove home and parked the machine. We spent the day fixing the coop we took 20 chickens to another barn called the breeding barn there the rooster made little chicks in 21 days chicks were hatching. We ended up with over a hundred we raised them and then some we put down in the freezer and some were added to our egg pool. 

The day of the chicken attack I said, "We have to do something." So I drew out a footing were the coyotes could not get under we needed it for more green houses and we put in an electric fence. Motion activated plus solar power lights flood LED's on motion detector this was all stuff John bought and figured to get at it over time.

Well the time had come, I was obsessed I worked day and into the evening until I couldn't see.

Making love to the girls went on hold and I said, "We can't lose our stock it is our life line we need the bananas and oranges to stay healthy. I worked well after dark on window boxes inside growing spices and teas my coffee bushes were now growing.

I was in the green house one day I came in with 8 bananas. It was a treat, I had three green houses done and secured. I even put tangle foot wire around the green houses. That was the razor wire used on top of fences to keep people out. 

Chapter 13

The days were getting shorter dad was coming along he could walk with canes and say a few words his speech center was messed up, he knew what he wanted to say but couldn't, he got quite get it out, it frustrated him.

I talked to Britney and she said I am still the only Bull. It was August blueberry, raspberry season. Britney was high guard I was hunting dear had some apples stuck to a tree and had a female deer call electronic one it worked I drew a buck in after about 4 hours and shot it.

I called for Melody she brought the back hoe I dressed the dear then put it in the bucket and took it home. I washed it out Melody and I skinned it where we quartered it sliced up roast and deer fries steaks and chops, but I d-boned it to make as much freezer space as possible. Supper would be heart and liver. I got onions from our garden and some pole beans with some potatoes new ones no peeling.

John practiced with the 9mm daily and he got proficient with his left arm. 

The girls came back with a bushel of berries and raspberries they said, "In a few days we will have them all, they still had the patch up by the old abandon farm, that was close to one of our hay fields." I said, "OK I will go with you and cut the hay Britney you take the APV vehicle and do hi cover. John can you mind the house take care of Steve I want every gun we got up there that is prime bear country and bears eat berries."

After supper the girls were all cleaning their guns. They knew I was being cautious but they seen what one bear could do. I was now using a 308 semi I was quick and that gun had more punch that the 270, and as we were talking my voice started cracking.

John said, "I knew you were working yourself to hard you let yourself get run down nobody can keep up the pace you set for yourself."

Britney said, "I agree with you John he needs to slow down, but he is not sick his voice is changing he will be a man soon in all respects."

Bridget said, "Master me first please." I said, "It will go by the numbers Princess and only 3 of you the others in six months."

"And you all want to be trained as a midwife I got knowledge, but I don't want to be father and doctor."

John said, "How in the world would you know that?" 

I said, "Same as I knew to cauterize your shoulder and knowing what it would do to you but it shouldn't had an effect on your prostate."

John said, "Your right I got ruptured when the bear threw me. There was nothing you or a surgeon could have done with that." 

"I want you girls to learn about cutting the cord what to do with the afterbirth or you will have every animal in a 10 mile radius here."

"And John do we have drugs for epidural?"

"Yes in baby first aid there is 1000 of everything what isn't there is in main storage garage underground."

"There is a still set up just needs chimney put in to make corn fuel. We have about 50 thousand gallons but we have a lot of gear and could suck it up on a big project we should think about replacing what we use."

"Thanks John, I will add it to the list. It was from here to the road long now it's about here to the kitchen door," as my voice cracked and they laughed. 

Cindy said, "You sound like a girl," I looked down and said, "Nope I still got it, I am a guy." Every one broke up laughing and dad laughed and as plain as day he said "Good one son that will show them." 

Britney started crying dad couldn't move much but said, "It is alright dear things are getting better."

Dad talked for a few minutes and then said, "I am tired and could Britney, Judy, and Brad my son stay for a few minutes."

Britney, my love for you will never die, but you must go on, I got something happening inside I can feel it. Son, I know you are master here now, and you are doing a good job. Pace yourself and watch that temper it is a trait from me a bad one unfortunately. Judy, do what you can to help him he will take on more than he should." 

I got the blood pressure cuff and his pressure was a bit low but not out of range his temp was good his eyes were good no yellow so guess liver is OK.

"Dad maybe you're getting body parts are waking?" 

"Maybe son but it feels strange."

I gave him a shot of B12 and that perked him up a bit. His hand was moving then his arm he placed it on Moms head she looked up and seen him move.

All she could do was cry and say, "Thank you lord for bringing him back to me." Next morning Dad was doing better but we had to get the berries that were our staples so reluctantly we went.

The girls picked their heart out; they wanted Britney back with her husband. I just finished with the hay cutting and went over to the girls. They were just finished the berries when a bear was seen at the edge of the woods mom yelled, "Bear," and all the girls were in the APV. I started the tractor for home and the APV was behind me, the bear never followed. 

Mom rushed in to Steve he was sitting at the kitchen table having tea. John said, "He wanted to see outside." "I am feeling better," the girls took the berries cleaned them and put them in the root cellar where it was cool. We all cycled through the showers 3 at a time Britney I and Melody first, then the rest. When we were in we sponged each other's body and other than a few kisses and feels we were still out in less than 5 minutes, which was a record for us.

Steve had color to his face I took his blood pressure. It was lower than last night. I had to get it up I went and got liver from the freezer and put it on the stove told the girls make deer fries for us. 

I cooked the liver and forced dad to eat it all, he did not want to and I said, "You have a choice eat or go back to bed for the next month." 

"You can't do that!" 

"I can and well Steve I am responsible, and your blood pressure is low and I don't know why."

"I have been in bed for 4 months I am going to have a few issues."

"Yep now eat the fucking liver." Mom just glared and I said, "Steve you know what my temper is like, don't push me." I was purposely trying to get him mad. "I can't spank your ass but maybe I will spank Britney ass." 

He said, "You ungrateful little bastard, I will kill you his face was red," and I checked his blood pressure "Leave me alone you freak." 

"Girls grab him and I checked his pressure and it was high "Great," I said, "Steve you are going to be fine sorry I put you through that," 

"You prick you did all that on purpose?"

John laughed, "You are your father's son, Steve used to do that to me all the time."

"But Steve please eat the liver it will help bring your pressure up I don't want to keep making you pissed at me."

"You called your mother Britney"

"Dad I am the bull, the girls are my heard and I can't call Melody or Britney by something else that is too weird so were first name or pet name.



Sign of the Times Pt. 09



The Michel Family

Part 9

Chapter 14

Dad said, "My god son, so you and my wife?" 

Britney said, "I am sorry my husband," and she started crying.

Steve said, "Don't my love, I couldn't think of a better person to take care of your needs and to have children with maybe when I get better I can help but John what about you?"

He said, "Nope I can't shoot, the bear took care of that to, man was I stupid that day."

"No John I was to, only this guy was paranoid, always having guns, hell I heard the firing outside the other morning."

"Yep and if your son, our leader hadn't forced us to learn to shoot and always where guns there could of been more people hurt there were a lot of coyotes out there at least eight of them."

Steve said, "So Melody you to?" "Yes Steve and he is a fantastic lover." "Well I am getting a big chest come on Judy lets go my love."

"Go where?" 

Brad said, "Ah to bed for a start." 

"What I a I a," 

"Come on let me make you a woman." 

Britney said, "Go enjoy my daughter." 

I pinched her ass and said, "Do I have to carry you?"

"No master I will go upstairs," I laid a towel down and she said, "Brad I am a virgin."

"I said all the girls were except mom and Melody." 

"That's what the towel is for I grabbed her we kissed as we laid on the bed I felt her shake and I said, "Relax my love I will be careful," and I went between her legs and started licking her clit and making her soaked she came within minutes and it looked like she was peeing.

"Oh God I am sorry I didn't mean to pee on you." 

I said, "My sweat love that is not pea one in a thousand squirts and you are the one," as I started lapping it up she was moaning as I felt her little tits they were the smallest in the family but then we have the youngest bodies.

As I made her cum the second time I was able to get my cock part way in to her I never made it through her hymen yet, she was that tight.

I fucked her gently by moving the head of my cock in and out and not going deep into her making her moan and kissed her played with her nipples and she came squirting again. That is when I rammed my cock through her hymen and she was still cumming but her face had pain on it I just held still buried in her.

Finally she said, "Christ that hurt but it feels good having that huge cock sitting in there," I could feel her muscles relax and then tighten around my cock finally I said, "Are you having fun my love?" 

"Yes I am, it feels nice." 

I said, "Well I am going to make love to you and slowly." I moved my cock pumping small at first and finally full stokes and she exploded again. And I kept pumping and she started screaming and cumming again.

I cum with her shooting a good 6 ropes into her we hugged and I stayed in her. I was hard and I continued to fuck her as I sucked on her nipple I bit them and pulled and she was moaning again. I could feel her tight muscles on my cock they were so tight it felt like being in Princess's ass.

Next time she cum I sucked on her neck giving her a nice big hickey. I kept pumping could feel her tight pussy muscles as I pushed my soft knob into her pushing her muscles to the side and the closed around my shaft. With each thrust we were building together and cum together and I sucked the other side of her neck and then we kissed and we laid there for 15 teen minutes.

I said, "I need tea," and she said, "Me to let's get a shower so we walked down stairs they said nothing as we went to the shower of course I fucked her from behind and as she cum. I fucked her ass with two fingers and she said, "That was fantastic my god you are such a lover." We went out to the kitchen and Cindy and Bridget wanted to know every detail.

Dad was back laying down mom made us tea. I said, "Melody can you take one of the girls and change our bed my love here is very special." Mom says, "She isn't?" I said, "She sure is and I tasted it she could fill a glass."

Judy looked at me red and I said, "My love be proud, you have something special and unique." Of course that started a whole other round. We finally got back to bed and snuggled through the night she was riding me. She came over and over she was in an orgasmic state, every thrust she made sinking over my cock more fluids oozed out. Finally I couldn't hold out she made me cum with her at the same time. She lay down and fell asleep on my chest in the morning when I woke up she was gone.

I got up went to the upstairs shower and here was Judy sick in the toilet. I held her head she might have had a touch of fever. I got cold face cloth and helped her back to bed.

She lay down and was sick again. Cindy came by and I said, "She is sick get me some tea for her, see if we can settle it."

Cindy came back with Melody and Judy couldn't drink it and I said, "Stay with her," and I run down got her a gravol gave her one and within twenty minutes she felt better and dozed off to sleep.

We let her be and went down to the family was up except dad we were all at the table and Cindy said, "How Judy was sick, puking sick."

I said, "She felt like she had a low grade fever. Maybe it was something she ate?" finally Melody said, "You only need two more names not three." 

It took me a minute; John was laughing and said, "Master you are the one, right out of the gate." 

Melody said, "Didn't you notice your seamen has gone white?" "No actually I didn't see it." She said, "Have you not wanked off?" 

I said, "No not with all of you to service." John was laughing so hard his side was hurting. 

I had breakfast bacon eggs toast and tea we all were concerned. Mom came out when told her what happened and she was like she wasn't there she sat down like a robot and drank her tea.

I said, "Mom, are you OK," she just had a blank stare.

I ran into the bed room and dad was gone he passed through the night.

What he was saying about his insides he must have had a bleed in his stomach was all swollen. I folded his hands and covered his body and closed his eyes.

I went out and said, "Dad has passed go in and say your goodbyes." I went out to the shop and made a coffin. I got the back hoe and out by our fence I dug a hole I could only get down 5 feet I hit rock I went back put the coffin in the bucket and drove as close to the front door as I could I had hay in the coffin.

I went back in Cindy and Bridget helped me get the coffin in the room I took a clean sheet and lined the coffin. I used the clean part of the dirty sheet and cleaned dad up and I muscled dad into the coffin and wrapped him just leaving his face exposed. Cindy and Bridget helped me get to the kitchen.

I said, "Melody go get Judy bring her here Bridget help her." 

They brought Judy down she was doped up but she seen the coffin and said "No my daddy it can't be he was getting better."

I said, "He was hurt internally there is nothing we could do, he said his farewells, he came back long enough to give us closure, including your mother, go to her, help each other though this."

I had Bridget and Cindy help me with the ropes got them under the casket and we pulled it to the door I hooked a chain around the bucket and hooked the chain into the hooks. I started the tractor and pulled the coffin to the ground outside and reattached the chain. I picked the coffin up with the back hoe and drove across the yard to the burial site.

I lowered the coffin to the start of the hole. I went it the shed brought back a spade shovel and a few pieces of fire wood so I could get the rope out afterwards.

Chapter 15

I threw the wood into the hole and dug the spade into the loose ground.

I went back to the house and said, "We are ready." We walked out Mom was still in a daze. 

At the grave site I said, "Our father was a good man a good father. He had a temper but was tempered by our mother the two are truly a match made from up above. We stand here today to say goodbye to a husband a father a brother and an uncle." I looked around to see if anyone wanted to say a word over dad but John was almost as bad off as Britney (mom). I then said, let's all say the Lord's Prayer and I led off and all joined in. At the end of the prayer I said, "Well you all sing, {As we Gather by The River}." As they sang I climbed into the backhoe and lowered the coffin without starting the machine just eased the hydraulic hoe down by gravity. As the song finished, I got out and shoveled first shovel on the grave then mom and she broke down crying then Judy and then the rest. I helped John. 

John said, "You're very strong." 

I said, "No I am not but I will do what must be done and then break down, now please go while I still have the strength to do what I must."

"Cindy please take high cover," and I passed her my 308. I stepped on the bucket in the hole and released one side of the ropes. With tears in my eyes I climbed into the machine started it and brought the bucket out, and the ropes came out without disturbing the casket. Cindy took the chain and rope off and drug it clear. Ever so gently I filled the hole in with the bucket and returned the machine to the garage.

As I stepped to the ground I fell to my knees and cried and prayed, "Please God help me find the strength and wisdom to go on," and cried remembering the little things I did to aggravate such a good man. When I started to get hold of myself Cindy was there to hug me and hold me. 

We walked back to the house where tea and sandwiches were on the table. Mom and Judy talked but the rest joined in.

John felt so bad he wanted to die he said, "I would trade places in a heartbeat." 

I said, "John we don't pick how or when, it is what it is, and we move on we live for each other, we strengthen our resolve to make this family live, this is our life, a place you have provided for all of us." 

John and mom both said, "We wish we had your strength." 

"You guys are plenty strong after I was done I fell apart like a two year old. But we have to live; we have to live for that man we just buried that makes his life worthwhile."

Mom hugged me and Judy hugged me and Judy said, "I here I am carrying another life inside me." 

I said maybe 2 or three triplets would be nice." "Heaven forbid don't even joke about that."

I said, "My wife,"

"You're what?"

I said, "My wife if you're all having my children then you will all be my wives."

John looked and said, "He is right." 

Anyway wife, I was thinking of a name,"

"Gee, it is usually us girls picking them for you to approve, and then we do what we want any way," 

I said, "Oh that's how it works, well while you're thinking, throw this into your cauldron. If we have a boy, how about Steve John Michel and if it's a girl, Stephanie Jon Michel."

"The decision is made my husband." Melody and I took Mom to the side and Bridget got Cindy and went into moms room changed the bed spayed some febreze saved for special occasion and put the sheets outside to be washed later. 

{As some of you may know when a person dies all their body muscles relax and they defecate and urinate themselves.}

I said, "Today is a rest day. Tomorrow we need to get that hay rolled and brought down we got a baler so it well make it easy. Cindy you need to drive with mom and learn how to drive."

"Bridget I will train you on all the machinery. John you're getting better by the week so I need you to keep track of our stores let us know what we need to concentrate on."

John said, "That is women's work." I said, "No that is family work it needs doing and it is something you can handle. I don't think you can handle any machinery like the bulldozer, backhoe, baler, as driving is a bit much. Hunting your handicap there, so this is something that needs doing."

"Also making fuel may be a way to help there. John I don't have all the answers but I figure you want to help so let's work on stuff you know you can do then move on from there." 

"Yes master." "John I love you I really do and I am only trying to give you self worth." 

"Brad I know you are, and I am trying to support you where ever I can." 

"Then we are on the same page let's get this over with we need two more there is four to choose from." Britney said, "Make it three I can't right now," and I said, "Woman that is not fair we are all in this together we need off spring and you have already had a son so maybe chances are good but either way you girls all pick or no one picks talk it over." 

The girls went at mom like she was crow meet less than 2 minutes and said, "I am in," not looking pleased.

I told John the numbers, Bridget picked 1 John said, "No." Cindy said, "2," John said, "Yes." 

"Britney your pick," "Fine I pick 3," John said, "Yes" John said, "Master you may have our bedroom we well move upstairs,"

Britney says, "No master will take that room I am moving upstairs I can't sleep in there anyway."

No one argued and I said, "Cindy you are with me tonight." 

"Well that is one way to sweep a girl off her feet." 

I laughed and said, "That was rather crude."

"My lady will you please do me the honor of gracing my bed, so we can fuck each other's brains out."

Cindy laughed and said, "You almost had it but you had to put all that garbage in front of it and I will be happy to fuck your brains out kind sir."

She came over and hugged me Judy was sitting quite deep in though and I whispered, "Invite her to join us at least it will be company, and I don't care what we do tonight". Cindy left sauntered over to Judy and her eyes got big as saucers. I thought, "Here comes a slap in the face," but she come over and hugs me.

"Thank you husband, brother, master, I didn't want to be alone tonight."

It was afternoon and I said, "Would you like to go for a walk?" They both said, "That would be nice." I went to the freezer brought out a bag of sliced apple and put it in my game bag gave it to Cindy to carry.

We put on our 9mm and I said Britney were going up to the field want to come." In a monotone voice she said, "No dear Melody and I are going to move my stuff up to the double room and pack some other stuff away."

"Do you need or want any help?" 

She said, "No this is private work you guys go on." I took the cross bow and they took 270's and we went to the field we talked about the before time with mom and dad and our brief time here. A horse was eating hay and I called to her whistled and she came trotting across the field. Cindy said, "I have tried they do not do that for me." 

I took my bolt holder and took a piece of carrot and had it in my closed hand the girls didn't see it so I had some fun. I said, "I just got that magnetic personality just like I got two of the prettiest girls on the planet now one of the most prettiest horses are coming to meet us." 

Cindy said, "Do you here the blarney coming out of him."

I said "Athena my girl, as I petted her neck and slipped her the carrot. Judy and Cindy petted her and up came Cleopatra not to be left out and I petted her and said, "Are my girls jealous," she nudged me with her nose I got a piece of carrot and fed it to her Cindy seen it and said, "What did you give her."

Laughing I said, "They caught me girls, I give them a piece of carrot every time so when I call they come running for a treat. I put some apple slices in your bag feed them a few pieces each not many." They did they petted them for a half hour something about petting an animal calms and soothes a person.