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The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 01

By: tangentjoker



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This story, which starts slowly, contains descriptions of violence including detailed descriptions of rape. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

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Marie was doing her best not to be a "bridezilla". She wanted to have a beautiful wedding, of course, but knew that it was the marriage that would be important. If anything did go wrong today, she thought, it would be something to chuckle about in twenty years. Marie looked at herself in the mirror as she finished her makeup. Her long black hair was up in a beautiful bun with the veil pinned into it with a lovely jeweled comb. Her grandmother's dress was altered to reflect a more modern look and to accommodate her C cup chest. 

At 5'9", Marie was tall but not terrifyingly so. Her bare arms looked slender but toned. Marie's entire body in the dress seemed toned but she looked as though she had enough curves to look like a very beautiful woman. She felt gorgeous for perhaps the first time in her life. At age 26, Marie was still a virgin. She had saved herself for her handsome fiancé, Trent. She had saved herself for today.

As Maid of Honor, Marie's younger sister, Jenn, was doing a marvelous job of reining in the chaos. Flowers that had arrived late were set up on the sanctuary of the church. All the bridesmaids were accounted for and looked wonderful in their lilac dresses. Jenn had even gone to the sacristy to make sure Trent and his ushers were here. Jenn walked up behind Marie, who was still admiring herself in the mirror, and gingerly placed her hands on her older sister's shoulders.

"So," Jenn asked, "are you ready for Mom and Dad to come back here?"

Marie's eyes did not leave the mirror but rose so that they met the reflection of Jenn's eyes. A smile appeared on Marie's face. Jenn was being so delicate with Marie, well, with everything. From the way she gently touched the white dress at the shoulders so as not to smudge it, to how she wrangled their parents as a rancher might handle a pair of bulls. Marie smiled as she looked at the reflections in the mirror. Jenn was a few inches taller than Marie, perhaps two inches. Where Marie had the hazel eyes of their mother, Jenn had their father's blue eyes. Jenn's breasts had been steadily creeping up on reaching a D cup, but other than that the two sisters were nearly identical and had often been mistaken for the other one. Jenn, who had just turned 21 last month, was still in college and was running this wedding like she ran her overfilled course load. She ran it like a tight ship.

"Yes," Marie said finally after letting out a sigh, "I guess it's time to get this started."

Jenn opened the doors to the "dressing room" that was detached from the main alcove of the church and allowed her parents, Catherine and Harry to step in. Catherine placed a hand on Jenn's chin and gazed at her in a silent gesture that said how proud she was of the arrangements Jenn had made. Harry smiled pleasantly at his "baby girl" and Jenn escorted them to Marie. Both Catherine and Harry were tall and thin and the way they held hands so naturally showed the love they had for each other. Although each was sporting gray hair these days, Catherine and Harry still appeared very active and vital. When Catherine finally saw her oldest daughter wearing her own mother's wedding gown, altered as it was, a tear trickled down her cheek.

"I knew she was going to cry," Jenn said.

"Yeah," said Marie as she turned to face her family. "I owe you a dollar."

"You girls really bet on whether your mother would cry?" asked Harry.

"No, of course not," said Jenn. "That was a foregone conclusion. We bet she would cry before Marie was actually facing her."

The sound of the church's organ alerted everyone in the dressing room that there was five minutes before the service started. Jenn clapped her hands loudly to get everyone's attention and got everyone in their place. Catherine gave Marie a kiss and Jenn had her escorted to her seat by Frank, Trent's brother. Jenn did a final check that everyone was ready and when she heard Pachelbel's Canon she pointed to Cindy, one of Marie's friends, to open the door for Katie the flower girl and Ben the ring bearer to begin their journey down the aisle. Jenn had arranged for Katie and Ben to proceed together so they wouldn't be as nervous about walking that long path. From the "ooo's" and "ahhh's" and the camera flashes, Marie and Jenn both knew the kids were doing just fine. One by one, the bridesmaids took their turns walking down the aisle until it was Jenn's turn. She gave Marie a quick peck on the cheek.

"I love you, sis," Jenn said with a smile before stepping in time with the music down the aisle.

Once Jenn had completed her journey, the music changed. Harry looked to Marie as if asking if she were ready. She nodded with a smile and they began Marie's final walk as a single woman. Marie watched as the entire church stood and turned to face her. It was a little disappointing because just before they did that, Marie had caught a glimpse of Trent. Now she was unable to see him. She continued walking with her father and slowly she was, as she walked, revealing more and more of Trent. He looked amazing in his tux. He was clean shaven, which was unusual. Normally, he kept himself a little scruffy. His dark brown hair was neatly combed to the side and he had a beaming smile as he could finally see Marie clearly. Marie lost sight of everything other than Trent and before she knew it, Harry was turning her to face him, carefully lifting her veil and softly kissing her cheek. Harry took his seat and Marie took the last few steps to be at Trent's side.

Marie had hoped for a simple ceremony but to appease her parents agreed to a Wedding Mass. This meant that Communion would be served. It also meant there would be readings and a sermon. Marie wasn't looking forward to that. At the moment, after Jenn took Marie's bouquet, as she was holding Trent's hand and looking into his eyes she was in no rush for the ceremony to end.

During the sermon, Father Joe said something interesting. He said that most brides think of the wedding day as the happiest day of their lives. Father Joe said he thought it should be the opposite. Since every day of marriage should be better than the day before, he felt the wedding day should be the saddest day of a bride's life as her life got happier and happier from there. She understood what he was saying, of course, but it just seemed like a really stupid thing to say at a wedding. Did he really want this to be the saddest day of her life? Marie tried to put the sermon out of her head when Father Joe called her and Trent forward for her vows.

Trent stuttered just a little tiny bit during his vows and as Marie looked up into his eyes, she knew she would treasure that moment. Trent was 6'2 and his large hand on Marie's made her feel so safe. She did not feel nervous at all. She just felt loved. She felt the love from Trent. She felt the love from everyone gathered here. She was in a wonderful place. There was a moment of electricity in her heart when Trent placed the ring on Marie's finger. Marie's lips, when it was time for the kiss, melted into Trent's. She felt complete.

The rest of the service, Communion and all, rattled on without her as Marie took turns staring at her ring and at her handsome new husband. She was so happy she couldn't believe Father Joe had suggested this should be the saddest day of her life. All the attendants had been served and it was time to take her first walk as a married woman.

It was agonizing standing at the doors of the church, shaking the hands of people who were going to try to blow bubbles in her face in a few moments. She had a patient smile on her face as person after person congratulated her and Trent. When it was finally time to go to the limousine, Trent looked at her with a big grin on his face. He gripped her hand tightly and they ran to the limousine before they could be assaulted. The limo took them to Argyle Park in Babylon where the rest of the wedding party met them and they spent several hours having their pictures taken by the waterfall in the park. As tiring as the photo session was becoming, Marie knew there was no rest in sight. The reception was going to be just as draining, but at least there would be food there. When the photographer was finally satisfied, she told the wedding party she would meet them at the reception. Marie got a huge hug from Jenn and then she returned to Trent so they could go to the limousine. This time, there wouldn't be as much kissing because Jenn and Trent's older brother, Chris would be joining them in the limousine as part of their job as Maid of Honor and Best Man. That's not to say there wasn't any kissing going on during the drive to the reception.

The reception was loud and entirely too long but the food was good. Jenn made sure to quickly remedy anything that seemed to be detrimental to Marie's appearance. She straightened Marie's train any time it was needed. She brushed Marie's black hair out of her eyes with fingertips after any vigorous dancing affected the image of the beautiful bride. Jenn had two towels waiting when the cake was cut. She just knew there was going to be shoving instead of feeding and produced the towels the instant they were needed.

Marie spent even more time shaking people's hands as she and Trent walked around the reception hall to greet everyone and thank them for coming. Marie hugged all her fellow nurses from the hospital and Jenn was two steps behind with a box of tissues when the nurses made Marie cry tears of joy.

It was finally time to leave. Frank, Trent's younger brother, handed Trent the keys to his car. Trent would now drive himself and his beautiful bride to their hotel suite where they would spend their wedding night. Tomorrow afternoon they would drive to the airport to begin their lovely honeymoon in Maui. Marie was excited and a little nervous about her wedding night. Any fears she had, however, left her mind as soon as she looked into Trent's deep brown eyes.

Trent noticed the gas gauge. They didn't have enough fuel to make it to New York City. He explained this to Marie and told her he was taking the next exit. He cursed Frank aloud for not filling it up on the way to the reception hall and Marie laughed. Trent loved that laugh.

"Mrs. Trent Melar." She caught herself repeating different variations of her married name as they rode to the gas station that would get them to their hotel in New York City. Marie was happy to have a Long Island wedding but was very excited about a night in the city and a Hawaiian honeymoon. A sudden bang shook Marie out of her thoughts.

Marie asked her husband of the last five hours, "What was that?"

"That was a flat tire," said Trent in an irritated voice. "Remind me to yell at Frank about all this when we get back home. Trent released his seat belt and began to take off the jacket of the tuxedo.

Marie seemed nervous and asked, "Where are you going?"

Trent chuckled and said, "Someone has to change the tire, and I don't feel like waiting for AAA on my wedding night." He gave Marie a soft kiss before opening his door and popping the trunk. He took the tire iron out from the space it usually sat between the driver's side door and his seat. Marie clicked open her seat belt and opened her door.

Trent looked at her and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Watching my husband change a flat, apparently," she said with a smile. "I'm not going to sit in the car while you jack it up. It wouldn't be good for the jack."

"Well, maybe you should wait in the car until it's time for the jack," Trent said. "We haven't broken down in the greatest of neighborhoods."

"Then I definitely want to stay next to you," said Marie.

Trent kissed her gently on the lips and got out the jack and the spare. He inspected the spare carefully. He would hate to replace one crappy tire with another. He was silently cheering that he paid the extra money for a full sized spare and wouldn't be putting a donut on his car.

Trent and Marie talked blissfully enough as Trent unfastened all of the lug nuts. Marie collected them and held them safe, ready to hand them to Trent as he needed them. Trent jacked the car up and pulled off the flat, staining the shirt and pants of the tuxedo in the process.

"Aww, shit," he said as he saw the stain.

"That's ok," said Marie. "I'm sure there's a one hour dry cleaner in the city we can go to before we have to go to La Guardia tomorrow."

"Yeah, I know," said Trent. "It just pisses me off, that's all. I'm really going to yell at Frank when we get back from Maui."

Trent put the flat tire in the trunk and carefully put the spare on in the vacancy. He checked it before asking Marie for the first lug nut. He hand-tightened it a few threads before asking for the next one. When Marie was down to two lug nuts in her hand, Trent noticed she was rolling them around in her palm. He laughed.

Marie asked him, "What's so funny?"

"Those aren't the only nuts you're going to be playing with tonight," said Frank with a huge grin on his face.

Marie loved that grin. Her nerves about tonight were all memories when she saw that grin. She was about to walk up and kiss him when she heard a noise that made her freeze. It was the sounds of several young men speaking loudly to each other and laughing and the sounds were getting louder. She looked over to the sounds until she saw the six of them walking in a not so organized fashion towards the newlyweds and their disabled car. If she had to guess from their faces, Marie would have thought they were all about nineteen or twenty years old. They were all drinking beer and sharing a joint as they walked and talked. One of the six guys looked up and saw Marie and Trent. He smiled and walked quickly towards them and the other five followed suit. The guy in the lead was about twenty with spiky dirty blonde hair. He was muscular. They all were muscular. Marie was certain all six of them lived in a gym. Their heights ranged from somewhere around Marie's 5'9" to Trent's 6'2". None of them were taller than Trent.

The spiky haired guy asked, "You guys having trouble?"

Trent nodded. "Flat tire," he said. "But we're almost done changing it." He gestured to Marie to hand him the next lug nut. As he placed it on, Trent slowly placed his left hand on the tire iron that was still in the jack.

The spiky haired guy smiled. "Oh," he said. "So you don't need any help?"

Trent smiled and said, "No. We're pretty good here. Thank you, though."

One of the other guys, a tall young black man with a shaved head, walked up behind Marie. He turned to the spiky haired guy and said, "Shit, Tony. Look what we got here! That is one nice ass."

Trent was very angry now. He looked at the man with the shaved head and said, "That's my wife. Do not disrespect her."

Tony, the spiky haired guy, saw his friend getting upset at that. "Calm down, Marlon. It's all cool," said Tony to his friend. Tony turned to Trent and said, "Marlon likes pretty things is all. So, you two just got married?"

Trent gestured for and got the last lug nut from Marie. He said, "Yes, that's right."

Tony smiled again. It seemed to be his natural center to be smiling, although it could have been the beer and the pot. "Nice," he said. "So, is it ok if we kiss the bride?"

Marie visibly stiffened when she heard Tony suggest that. She also noticed that Marlon stepped a little closer to her. She was very worried and she looked hopefully towards Trent. She just wanted to get out of here. If six quick pecks on the cheek would do that, she would be happy to comply. After looking at Marlon and some of the others, however, she had a feeling they were going to want something more than that.

Trent smiled and said, "That's very nice, guys, but my wife and I are very tired. We just want to finish up here and get some sleep. Why don't we just shake hands and call it a night?"

Marlon grabbed Marie harshly. He pulled her by her breasts so that her back was against his chest. "Hey, Mister," Marlon said, "we're just trying to be friendly. All we're asking for is to kiss the bride. What's your problem with that?"

Trent tensed up and immediately Tony and the other four stood between Trent and Marie.

"Please let go of my wife," said Trent as calmly as possible.

"I don't want to," said Marlon as he began massaging Marie's breasts through her wedding gown and her bra. "I want to kiss the bride."

Marie turned to Marlon and in a very calm voice said, "If I let you kiss me, will you let me go?"

"Sure I'll let you go," said Marlon with an easy smile, "but I want a good kiss."

Marie looked at Trent for a second, gave him a little nod, and turned back towards Marlon. As she turned, his hands drifted to her lower back. Marie leaned in for a soft kiss. Marlon's right hand grabbed the back of her head harshly as his left hand pinched her right ass cheek. Marie gasped and that was all the opening Marlon needed to slide his tongue in her mouth. Marie was struggling as Marlon explored her mouth with his tongue before finding her tongue and massaging it. She tried to push herself away from him but his grip on her was too strong. He held her head firmly and the fingers of his other hand were digging into her ass, pulling her closer and crushing her body against his. She could feel his erect cock pressed between their bodies. Marie was running out of air and began breathing through her nose. The sounds of satisfaction to be breathing again Marie made sounded like moaning to Marlon so he kissed her even harder and caressed her tongue more with his own.

Trent took a step forward and Tony and two others cut him off quickly. Tony said, "He's just friendly is all. It's ok."

Marlon sucked on Marie's tongue to finish the kiss and then handed Marie to the other black man in the group, saying, "Here you go, Cal. You keep her for a sec."

Marie looked at Marlon quizzically and after she caught her breath she said, "You said if I let you kiss me, you'd let me go."

"I did let you go," said Marlon. "I just didn't say for how long. You got her, Calvin?"

Calvin, who was 6'1" and very muscular, had tightly cropped hair. He said in a very deep voice, "Yeah, Marlon, I got her."

Trent's left hand was still on the tire iron. He cleared his throat and said, "Fun's fun, guys. Let my wife go. Now."

Marlon faced Trent angrily and shouted, "Or what?!?"

Trent pulled the tire iron out of the jack and thumped it into his right hand. "Or I will make you let her go. Please let her go now."

Marlon stepped up to Trent in a seemingly casual manner, his hands at his sides. "How are you going to make me let her go," Marlon began to ask, "when you're fucking dead?" Faster than Trent could react, Marlon pulled a knife from his pocket and slashed Trent's throat. Marie screamed as Trent's blood splashed onto the car. Trent dropped the tire iron with a loud clanging and Marlon stabbed Trent in the navel. Marlon ripped the knife from Trent's body and after the body landed with a thud, Marlon kicked Trent's body several times. Marie was sobbing. Marlon walked quickly up to her and placed the bloody knife flat against her cheek.

"You need to shut the fuck up, and you need to shut the fuck up right now," Marlon said threateningly.

Marie was instantly quiet, although her body was still shaking. Marie knew she was going to die. She just saw the murder of her husband and she knew the first names of three of the men involved. She knew she was going to die. She also knew she wasn't going to die right away. She knew what Marlon wanted. Marie was an Emergency Department nurse for a hospital in West Islip. Every year, the security department gave an in-service on rape. She knew immediately that she was about to be raped. The security officer giving the in-service had repeatedly said not to resist. Marie saw no point in resisting. They just killed the man she loved and were going to kill her. The fact that they were going to torture her first did not change the fact that she was going to die.


The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 01



"You got her, Cal?" asked Marlon again.

"Yeah, Marl," Calvin said. "I got her. She ain't going nowhere."

Marlon nodded his head and took the knife away from Marie's cheek. She could feel the cooling blood lingering there. Marlon roughly grabbed the front of Marie's wedding gown and got a very good look at her bra as he pulled the top of the dress towards himself. The knife quickly reappeared in Marie's sight as Marlon began to cut open the front of her gown. Marie began to struggle.

"If you move," Marlon said calmly, "you're going to get cut."

He pulled the fabric and cut a relatively straight line from the top of the gown all the way down. Marlon looked at his knife. The gown had wiped off the blood pretty well. He held the knife casually in his right hand. He looked at Marie's face and then looked at one of the guys who was about Marie's height.

"Tommy," Marlon said to the guy. "Hold her left arm. Cal, you take her right."

Tommy, who was tan with slicked back black hair walked up confidently enough and roughly held Marie's left arm and Calvin slid over to hold her right arm. Marlon walked behind Marie. He cut the left shoulder of her dress and continued down the sleeve until the knife came free at the wrist. He did the same on her right side. Calvin and Tommy readjusted their grips so they were holding skin and not fabric. Marlon put the knife away. In what looked like a perverse magic trick, Marlon pulled the back of the dress down roughly and suddenly Marie was standing in her underwear. It was her special underwear. It was the underwear only Trent was ever going to see. Marlon took the torn wedding gown and tossed it so that it fell on Trent's body. Marlon roughly grabbed Marie's body from behind. Her felt her breasts, her belly, and her sides. He snapped her garter belt and felt her panties. He took out the knife again. He cut the shoulder loops and the back of her bra and let it fall. Tony whistled as he saw Marie's breasts spring free. Marlon gestured with his head towards Tony. Tony walked over towards Trent's body. He picked up the tire iron. He put the tire iron back in the jack and lowered the back of the car. He slammed the trunk closed. Marlon, Tommy and Calvin pushed Marie forward walking with her until they bent her over the trunk of the car. Tony dropped the tire iron on Trent's head. Marlon cut off Maries garter belt and her panties. He left her in her heels and her stockings. He liked the stockings and the heels put her ass at a good height for what he wanted to do.

Marlon slapped Marie's ass hard and she yelped. He chided her again to shut the fuck up. She bit her lower lip and his hands caressed her back and her ass. He kicked her legs apart. Marie heard him open his belt and unzip his fly. She heard the fabric slide down his legs. She felt his hand in the small of her back and his breath on her neck. Without any other warning, Marlon slammed his cock into her cunt. Marie howled in agony and Marlon pulled her hair hard and touched her cheek with the knife, reminding her to be quiet. She sobbed quietly as he repeatedly impaled her sex from behind. He was not going to be gentle. Marlon wanted this bitch to feel this.

"Oh, shit!" Tommy said suddenly. "Marl, you got blood on your junk, man!"

Marlon did not stop pistoning himself in and out of Marie's tight hole as he looked down and casually regarded the blood. 

"It ain't mine," he said indifferently. "I got such a huge cock I tear bitches up. It happens all the time."

"No, bro," Calvin spoke up. "I think this bitch here was a virgin."

"Oh shit," Marlon gaffawed. "Is that right? Did I just bust your fucking cherry?"

Marie whimpered a little and gave a frightened nod of her head.

"Oh, fuck, man," Tony interjected. "She was saving herself for this asshole and you took her, Marl."

"Yeah, that's right," Marlon said triumphantly as he continued fucking Marie. "I popped your cherry, bitch. I fucking own your ass now. Your ass is mine. Your ass is all ours now. You married to us now, bitch and now we're going to knock you the fuck up."

Marie wasn't really concerned about Marlon threatening to impregnate her. She knew they were all going to take a turn with her, probably more than one turn each, but they'd kill her when they were done. There was something calming about that. There would be no consequences to this rape because she would be dead once it was over. Marie was still silently crying because of Trent and from the pain but she was no longer agitated. She was calm. She knew what was going to happen. She would die soon and her suffering would be over. Marie noticed that Marlon's thrusting was getting harder and more rapid. Her breasts were squashed against the trunk of the car.

Marlon screamed, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" and gushed cum into Marie's tight cunt as his body convulsed almost comically. "Holy shit, this bitch is tight!" Marlon yelled out.

"I'll take care of that," said Tony with his usual smile. He had already opened his fly and was walking up to Marie. Marlon stepped away and pulled up his pants as Tony stepped in and dropped his jockeys. He rubbed his cock against Marie's pussy entrance and, much like Marlon, unceremoniously slammed his way in. Tony pulled Marie's hair out of the disheveled bun and wrapped it around his hand like a bridle. He smashed himself into her faster and harder than Marlon had started. He pulled her hair and slapped her ass as he pounder her against the trunk harder and harder and harder.

Marlon sat on Trent's dead body and was absentmindedly cutting Marie's dress into tiny little bits. Marie had noticed this as Tony continued to fuck her hard. He was no longer acting like a jockey riding a prized mare. His hands moved from her hair and her ass to her tits. He was pressing on them hard and crushing her nipples into her chest. Marie was in pain but she was telling herself not to cry and not to resist. She said it over and over to herself like a mantra. Do not cry out and do not resist. Marie eventually felt Tony quicken his already fast pace the way Marlon had right before shooting his load into her. As she guessed, less than a minute later, Tony came violently inside her. His convulsions seemed even stronger than Marlon's.

Tommy and Calvin, tired of being spectators, pulled Marie from the trunk. Calvin pulled his pants down and Tommy lifted Marie up and impaled her on Calvin's huge cock. Calvin held her tight and began thrusting into her. As Marie was adjusting to the new cock inside her she felt something poking her asshole. Suddenly, Tommy rammed his prick partway into Marie's ass. She was screaming from the pain. Marlon bolted up and placed the knife on her cheek again. Marie shut up and whimpered as Tommy thrust several more times and she could feel his pubic hair on her ass. Tommy and Calvin began fucking her in alternating strokes.

"AW, SHIT, TOMMY!" Marlon yelled, half joking. "I was going to pop all her cherries tonight. You beat me to it, you sneaky bastard."

Tommy and the rest of them laughed as Marie was bounced hard between the two dicks. They were fucking Marie so hard that her shoes fell off one at a time. One of the white guys Marie did not know the name of, a guy with auburn hair and freckles said, "Fucking A. Look at those titties bounce, man!" He and the other guy whose name she didn't know were stroking their own cocks.

The light brown haired guy, rubbing his dick answered him, saying, "Yeah, man. And look at her face! She loves this shit, man!"

Marie did not love this. She had accepted her fate and was calm. They would continue to torture her, she knew, and when they were finally bored with her they would let her die. She understood this and she bore her fate with as much dignity as she could muster. She did not call out. She did not resist. She did not encourage them. She rode on the two cocks slamming into her with a stoic, almost serene, expression on her face. Soon, when her living purgatory was over, she would join her husband in the afterlife and she would love him there forever. 

Apparently, Marie was getting heavy and Calvin and Tommy thrust into her harder and harder trying to get themselves to come. They soon succeeded and Marie's two holes were filled with their spunk. Tommy exploded into her first and, feeling Tommy's spasms through the thin membrane that separated them, Calvin was set off and he emptied himself into Marie's cunt. They set her down roughly on the trunk and Calvin called over to the two who were stroking themselves.

"Bobby, Pete," Calvin said. "You assholes are up, man."

It looked as though Bobby and Pete, whichever one was which, were just going to do as Tommy and Calvin had. Marlon saw this and stopped them.

"Pete, Goddamnit," Marlon yelled, "sit your dumb ass down on the bumper." The one with freckles did so. "Now," said Marlon more calmly, "hold your dick up straight." Pete did that as well.

Marlon and the guy who by default must have been Bobby picked Marie up and slowly impaled her bruised asshole on Pete's cock.

"Bobby, you fuck her cunt," said Marlon and Bobby quickly obeyed. Marlon stepped closer to Marie.

"And now, bitch," he said. You're going to suck me off."

"I don't know how," Marie said honestly.

"Then you're going to learn in a fucking hurry," he answered her menacingly. He pulled his cock out of his pants and slapped her cheek with it. Marie was being roughly hammered by Bobby's thrusts at this point and opened her mouth as peacefully as was possible to receive Marlon's prick. Marlon shoved himself inside her mouth and roughly pulled on the back of her head. Reminded of his rough kiss earlier, Marie began to breathe through her nose. Marlon slammed his cock into her skull again and again. He slapped her face hard and, instinctively, Marie sucked in hard with her mouth. "That's it," Marlon said. "That's a good cocksucker. You just keep doing that."

Marie continued to suck, hold, breathe through her nose, and suck again. She eventually acquired a rhythm and Marlon stopped slapping her face. The three of them continued to fuck Marie like this for what seemed to Tony to be at least fifteen minutes. Tony wasn't afraid to be out here like this. They owned this neighborhood and feared no one. He just didn't want to jerk himself off and he was getting bored watching the others have their fun. Eventually, he walked up and grabbed Marie's right wrist and put his cock in her right hand.

"Jack me off, bitch," Tony said evenly.

As Marie stroked Tony's dick the way she had seen Pete and Bobby jerk their own, Tony began rubbing Marie's right tit. Marlon saw this and began rubbing the left tit. Pete suddenly came hard and set off Bobby; the two of them looked as though they were going into seizures. Marlon slammed his cock all the way into Marie's mouth and into her throat. Choking, she tried unconsciously to swallow the offending object. This got Marlon off. He gushed his load down her throat and pulled out. As his cock left her mouth, a spurt of semen erupted and hit her on the cheek where Trent's blood had dried. Some also got in her hair. Tony pulled his dick out of her hand, rapidly finished himself off and set several bursts at her which landed on her chin and her tits.

Bobby pulled out of her roughly and Marlon looked at the messy bitch whose cherries they popped. He zipped himself up and circled her threateningly as he eyed her up and down.

He asked his friends, "Hey, did anyone else want to kiss the bride?"

Tony laughed and said, "Not with your spunk in her mouth I don't want to..." The other guys laughed at this.

"What?" said Marlon. "Her mouth is clean. She swallowed." It was true. Marie had swallowed as a reflex so she'd be able to breathe again.

"No thanks, man," Tony said with a laugh. "I'm done."

"Yeah, me too," agreed Marlon. "I guess we're done with you, bitch."

Marlon stabbed Marie in the gut. He ripped his knife out of her and yanked her off Pete's flaccid cock, dropping her like a stone onto the quiet road. Marlon walked over to Trent and kicked his dead body again. He picked up some of the strips he had cut Marie's dress into and put them in his pocket. The other guys liked the idea of taking a trophy from their conquest and did the same thing. Marlon lit up a new joint and took a deep drag. Soon the six friends were walking down the street, talking loudly and laughing, much the way they had been before meeting the newlyweds.

Father Joe had said this should be the saddest night of Marie's life and it seemed to Marie that God had heard his prayer. Marie dragged her naked, violated, bleeding body over to the body of her husband for the last almost six hours. She used what was left of her ruined gown to bandage her wounds. She reached into Trent's pants pocket and found his cell phone. She dialed 911.

The emergency dispatcher came on quickly and asked what the nature of her emergency was.

"My husband has been stabbed to death and I've been raped and stabbed," Marie said in a relatively calm voice.

"Where are you now, Ma'am?" the female dispatcher asked.

Marie wasn't sure where she was. She remembered what exit they had taken, which direction they had turned off the exit and approximately how many blocks they had travelled since getting off the parkway in search of a gas station before their tire blew out. The dispatcher seemed to know the area and said that a police car and an ambulance were on the way. Marie thanked her and hung up. Next, Marie called Jenn.

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Jenn arrived shortly after the police had but before the ambulance. By the time she got out of her car, Jenn saw Marie was sitting in the back of the squad car, the door open, and her stocking clad feet touching the ground. She was wrapped up in a gray wool blanket that looked really itchy. Jenn walked up carrying the spare clothes Marie asked her to bring. One of the policemen saw Jenn walking towards the squad car and put his hands up to block her.

"I'm sorry, Miss," The uniformed officer said. "This is a crime scene. You can't be here."

"That's my sister," Jenn said as calmly as she could make herself sound. "She asked me to come here and bring her clothes."

"That's very nice of you, Miss, but we can't have you contaminating the scene."

Jenn was trying to stay calm and so she asked, "What should I do, then?"

"Go back to your car and wait there," the officer said in a friendly tone. "The ambulance will be here soon and will take her to the hospital. You can follow us when we follow the ambulance so you'll know which hospital she's going to."

"She's a nurse," Jenn informed the officer.

"She'd want to go to her own hospital so any care she received would be free."

The officer pondered this before asking, "Which hospital is that?"

"Good Sam's in West Islip," Jenn replied.

"I know where that is," said the officer. "That's on Montauk Highway next to the Catholic High School. Yeah, we can make that happen. That's not too far from here. We'll arrange for the deceased to be brought there as well."

"Thank you," Jenn said quietly.

"Thank you for your help, Miss," said the policeman. "Now, please wait in your car."

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Judy Cates was a young nurse. She'd only been at the job for a year and three months but was on a rotation in the Emergency Department. She'd made some good friends here. She'd even been to a friend's wedding today before her shift started. Judy was checking her med cart when she saw Carol, the shift head nurse come running down the hall.

"Judy, I need you to set up room five right away," Carol said.

"We got one coming in?" asked Judy nonchalantly.

"Yes," said Carol. "It's Marie." Carol lowered her voice. "She's been raped."

This did not make sense to Judy. How could she be raped? She was on her honeymoon. Unless... Trent...? She asked Carol, "Did Trent....?"

"No!" shouted Carol, shocked that Judy would suggest such a thing. "From the report we got from the paramedics, they had a flat tire and some thugs got to them while they were changing it together. They killed Trent, raped Marie and left her for dead."

"Oh my God! Oh my God," shouted Judy.

"I know," said Carol, "but you need to get your shit together and get room five set up for her right now. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," said Judy. "Right away."

Judy had just finished preparing treatment room five when Marie was wheeled into the ED by the paramedics. She had cleared plenty of room for them and the rape kit was on the side table. She stepped out of the treatment room and followed the stretcher in so she could help with the transfer to the ED stretcher. Marie saw Judy and clasped her hand. Judy held the hand in return and stayed with Marie as the paramedics left.

"Judy," Marie said, "do you remember my sister, Jenn?"

"Yes," replied Judy. "She was your Maid...." Judy stopped herself thinking the title would remind Marie of the wedding which would remind her of Trent.

"My Maid of Honor, right. She's going to be coming in here soon. She followed the ambulance. Make sure she gets in here and nobody tries to stop her, ok?"

"Ok," said Judy. "Of course. Do you need anything else?"

"Who's the charge nurse tonight?"

"Carol," Judy replied.

"Ok, good," Marie said. "Get her to start my rape kit right away. Jenn brought me some clothes and she's going to want me to dress in them soon."

"Ok," said Judy. "I'll get Carol right now."

"Thanks, hon."

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Marie was quickly processed and given a private room. Jenn stayed with her all night. She slept in a chair holding Marie's hand. That night, before they went to sleep, Marie had asked Jenn if she would do her a big favor.

"Of course," said Jenn. "What's the favor?"

"I want you to move in with me. Trent and I got a house in Lindenhurst near the shore. It was built after Sandy. He was living in a furnished apartment and I was living at home, so Trent had the new house stocked with new furniture. We haven't brought our personal belongings there yet, so the house has no memories in it. It's the perfect place for me to go, but I can't go there by myself. Will you live with me?"

"Sure I will," Jenn said before hugging her sister. "That's not exactly a favor."

"It is to me," Marie said. "I know you're busy going to two schools."

Jenn was attending a four year college in Queens studying Psychology as well as taking courses at the Junior College to be a massage therapist. 

Jenn smiled at her sister and said, "I'm done with the massage therapy classes. I take the licensing exam next week. I even have my own table already.

Two weeks later, the sisters had settled into a routine. Jenn made breakfast each morning and they cooked dinners together. The hospital had offered Marie a long leave of absence but she knew she needed to keep herself busy. She worked the 7am to 7pm shift so she and Jenn generally left at the same time each morning and came home within fifteen minutes of each other now that Jenn had a part time job as a massage therapist.

One night, Marie seemed incredibly anxious. Jenn grabbed Marie by the hands and led her to her bedroom. Jenn set up her massage table and threw a sheet over it. She dutifully stripped her sister, laid Marie face down on the table with her head in the table's hole and gently covered her with another clean sheet. She dimmed the lights of the room and played an Enya CD on a continuous loop. Jenn warmed some oil in her hands and gave Marie a long deep tissue massage. Marie groaned and moaned as her tense muscles were thoroughly worked by her sister's diligent fingers, palms and arms. Jenn did this one thing where, standing at Marie's head, she pushed her arms down and swept them down Marie's back all the way to her ass. She did that several times and each time, Marie could just feel Jenn's breast graze along her back. Jenn worked Marie's arms and legs and tush. Jenn would expose an area by lifting the sheet, work it meticulously, and then cover it back up moving on to the next section of Marie's body. Once Jenn had painstakingly massaged each and every toe, she uncovered Marie and told her to flip over.




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Jenn covered Marie with the sheet again, warmed more oil on her hands and massaged Marie's temples. She went slowly down Marie's body. She spent a long time on Marie's breasts and got a good long moan from Marie for her efforts. Jenn lightly brushed her fingers down Marie's arms before doing the intense rubbing. She hadn't been paying that much attention, but it eventually occurred to Marie that Jenn did that for each new body part she massaged. Jenn worked Marie's core very well before applying a fresh amount of oil for her hands to warm. Jenn's fingers lightly brushed Marie's pubic area. Jenn was very thorough and then Jenn began rubbing Marie's pussy.

Marie did not feel uncomfortable that Jenn was doing this. She actually felt very relaxed. Jenn was rubbing the outer lips with one hand and rubbing around the clit, without actually touching it, with the other hand. Marie was feeling very horny at this point but did not tell Jenn to stop. Jenn's fingers were moving very quickly now and the rubbing was making Marie's breathing get faster. She could feel her orgasm coming and was about to say something to Jenn when she felt Jenn gently open her outer folds and continue rubbing her there. Jenn rubbed her with increasing passion and soon had inserted two fingers inside Marie. The fingers curled and were rubbing Marie on her G spot. Marie's fists clenched the sheet beneath her as Jenn's magical fingers brought her to orgasm. Marie was convulsing violently on the massage table, but Jenn did not stop rubbing her. She continued to rub the G spot and now her other hand was stroking her clit which had peeked out. Marie was thrashing on the table. As her first orgasm began to fade the second one snuck up on its heels. In the same manner came three more orgasms, each more intense than the one before. Marie released a long loud moan and then collapsed limply on the table. Jenn finished rubbing her there and covered Marie's pussy with the sheet. She wiped Marie's juices off her fingers and put fresh oil on her hands, warming it, before finishing the massage on Marie's legs, feet and toes. When she was done, Jenn covered Marie's legs and stepped over to the head of the table.

"Oh my God...." said Marie absently.

"Do you feel better?" Jenn asked.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" said Marie.

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Oh, God! Jennifer, what have you done?" Marie asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Jenn asked with a quizzical expression.

"We just committed incest!" shouted Marie.

"We did not! I gave you a massage," said Jenn.

"A massage?"

"Yes," said Jenn. "and that's all."

Marie asked, "You call that a massage?"

"Yes, of course," Jenn said. "I rubbed you and you relaxed. Although, you do seem pretty tense now. Do I have to rub you again?"

"No, not again. If you make me feel like that again you'll kill me with pleasure," Marie said weakly.

"Are you feeling better?" asked Jenn.

"Yes, please. Thank you."

The full body massage, then, became a Thursday night ritual in their house.

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The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 02



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains elements that could be considered incest. It also contains actual incest, lesbianism and adultery. The forced sex from the previous chapter is alluded to.

In the previous chapter, a young Emergency Department nurse had saved her virginity for her wedding day. After the wedding reception, on the way to their hotel and their wedding night, the newlyweds had a flat tire. As they were changing the tire, a pack of six 19 to 21 year olds came up to them asking to kiss the bride. They killed the groom and the new bride was violently raped, taking her virginity. She was stabbed and left for dead. Being a nurse, she was able to bandage her wounds using what was left of her wedding gown. She was taken to her own ED and given a rape kit so all specimens left on her could be collected. She and her new husband had purchased a new home that they had furnished but not moved into yet – there were no memories there. The woman, Marie, moved into the house with her younger sister, Jenn. Jenn is a fourth year psychology student and a licensed massage therapist. Jenn has begun a new ritual, on Thursday nights of giving Marie massages that lead to orgasms.

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Jenn was the rock Marie clung to in the stormy sea that was her recent life. Jenn was right there holding Marie's hand for the funeral, the will reading, and the trips to the national cemetery. Trent, who had been Marie's husband for less than six hours, was a veteran and was buried for free in the national cemetery near Middle Island. It was such a long and depressing drive that Jenn would drive her there every other Saturday, the Saturdays Marie had off from work that is, and would hold her hand the entire time they stood at Trent's grave there.

Trent had been a lawyer with a fairly successful practice. Holly Sullivan, a colleague of Trent's, had been executrix of the will. Marie was the sole beneficiary of the will. She was also the sole beneficiary of Trent's insurance policy. Both had recently been updated and Marie was listed as spouse on both of them. Marie asked Jenn to excuse them then as she asked Holly a personal question that had been troubling her. Jenn was not offended at being excluded and happily waited in the lobby playing one of the apps on her cell phone to pass the time. Marie, it had seemed to Holly, was very nervous about whatever she needed to ask and so Holly was happy to give her all the time in the world to ask it.

"Does it count?" Marie finally asked.

"I'm sorry," Holly excused herself. "Does what count?"

"The marriage," Marie explained. "Does the marriage count legally? We were only husband and wife for five and a half hours or so and we never consummated the marriage."

Holly suppressed a laugh. She asked Marie, "Is that what you're worried about?" Marie nodded and Holly assured her, "The marriage license was signed and filed. You and Trent were married legally. You are the legal beneficiary to his assets and the firm will see to it that the insurance company does not try to weasel its way out of paying your claim which we have already filed on your behalf. The money is legally yours and not a soul can say differently. You're just going to have to accept the fact that you're rich now." Marie had to admit to herself that Holly Sullivan was a strikingly beautiful woman. She was 5'10" just an inch taller than Marie. She had light blonde, practically platinum, hair in the cutest little pixie cut. Her skin was lightly tanned and it complimented her hair nicely. Holly was in her business suit. It was a white silk blouse under a black pinstripe skirt suit. Holly was sitting on the edge of her desk and her knees were showing.

"I just can't get my head around this," said Marie. "I never knew Trent had so much money."

"He hid it well," said Holly. "I only knew because I help draft the will. Trent didn't want to be known for his parent's money. He drove a dependable but common car, he lived in a furnished apartment, and he stayed in to cook instead of going out on the town. The Melars were old money, too. His parents, before they died, had property in the Hamptons, which is now yours obviously. You probably have enough now if you and your sister wanted to retire."

"Jenn's not ready to retire," said Marie. "She just got accepted to a graduate school in the city. I couldn't retire. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I wasn't an ED nurse."

"What's an ED nurse?" Holly asked, not bothering to figure out the abbreviation for herself.

"Emergency Department," said Marie softly.

"One thing you should eventually do with yourself?" Holly asked before answering her own question. "Learn to relax."

Marie chuckled at this. "You're right. It's just so much has happened in the last few weeks and nothing is going the way I planned. I really need to find a MMMMMPH"

Marie was cut off as Holly kissed her on the lips. It was soft and gentle but it was firm enough for Marie to feel that Holy wasn't going anywhere until she got a response. Marie unconsciously opened her mouth slightly and felt a soft tongue invade her mouth. Marie moaned in Holly's mouth as their tongues gently wrestled. Holly was so patient and so gentle that Marie did not realize Holly was undressing her until her blouse had pooled around her ankles. Marie stiffened and tried to push Holly away, but got lost in Holly's insistent kiss and her gentle touches up and down Marie's exposed back. Holly deftly unclasped Marie's bra, but made no attempts to remove it. She merely got it out of the way of rubbing Marie's back. Marie continued to moan even after Holly broke the kiss so they would be able to breathe. After catching her breath, Holly leaned in for another kiss and Marie did not resist her. Holly's hands went inside the waistbands of Marie's skirt and panties and massaged the two glorious globes that made Marie's ass. Holly hooked her thumbs in to the waistbands and without unfastening the skirt, pushed the skirt and panties beyond Marie's knees where they fell to join her blouse. Holly helped Marie step out of her clothes and her shoes and led Marie to her large oak desk. Holly smiled at Marie, pulling the bra which was Marie's last remaining article of clothing off her arms and casually tossed it on the pile, before helping Marie to lie on the desk.

Holly was gentle and patient. She kissed Marie on the chin and that little spot just under her chin. She licked and suckled Marie's earlobes. Holly's soft hands kneaded Marie's C cup breasts. Holly only paused long enough to remove her suit jacket, her lips never leaving Marie's skin. The kisses traveled down Marie's neck and soon Holly was nibbling on Marie's collarbone. Marie was cooing and moaning softly and could not for the life of her understand why she wasn't resisting this. She had been a virgin less than a month ago and now she realized that since her wedding day she had never resisted sexual contact. She had been raped by six men and did not resist. That, Marie comforted herself by rationalizing, was because she had been trained at work not to resist a rape attempt and because she was certain they would kill her when she no longer entertained them. Marie never resisted her Thursday night rituals with Jenn. That, Jenn repeatedly told her, was not sex but just an intense massage. It occurred to Marie that she had always been on the receiving end of sexual contact and was never the one to give it. She reached up slowly and began to unbutton Holly's silk blouse.

Holly smiled and let the luxurious material slide off her body. Marie was rubbing Holly's back and kissing the top of Holly's head as Holly continued to travel down Marie's body. Holly finally reached Marie's full soft breasts with her lips. Holly's right hand remained to minister to Marie's left breast. Her lips took over pleasing Marie's right breast and Holly's left hand slowly begin to glide along Marie's flat stomach. Holly licked the areola in a slow patient circle, getting close to but not touching Marie's pert nipple. Holly did this a few times before flicking the nipple with her tongue and then sucking hard on the nipple. Holly released the breast from her mouth and her left hand slid up to continue that breast's pleasure as her right hand drew lazy circles on Marie's stomach and Holly's mouth did exactly what it had done to the right breast to the left one.

Marie had now unclasped Holly's expensive bra and pushed it down each of Holly's arms. Holly slid her hands out of the straps and Marie pulled the bra out from between them. Holly climbed up on the desk on top of Marie. She continued to pleasure Marie's ample chest as her own naked and succulent breasts rubbed Marie between her navel and her crotch. Marie's hands traveled lower on Holly's back and reached her pinstripe skirt. Marie tried to do the same trick of pulling down the skirt without opening it but as Holly was on all fours at the time that was fairly impossible. Marie unzipped the skirt after a few attempt and slid Holly's skirt and panties past Holly's firm ass. Holly reached down to pull off her own skirt and panties. Both women were now naked on the desk. Holly smirked to herself that the door to the office was unlocked but knew nobody would interrupt them. The men at the firm did not like to deal with grieving and sobbing widows and were very happy this assignment was Holly's.

Holly was very happy as well. She slowly kissed her way down Marie's taut stomach. She eagerly licked out Marie's thankfully clean navel and proceeded steadily lower. As Holly was now too low to kiss, Marie ran the fingers of her right hand through Holly's short hair and used her left hand to massage her own tits. Ever since her rape, Marie described her body parts using the crass terminology of her rapists. She said "tits" and "cunt" now. She wasn't entirely sure why.

Holly had reached the neatly trimmed triangle of hair that pointed to Marie's vagina. Holly rubbed her chin in the hair, earning herself a soft coo from Marie. Holly's tongue eagerly went lower. Holly did not rush as she pleasured Marie's pussy. She used her tongue to explore the folds gently and carefully. After Holly learned of the attack that took the life of her dear friend and the violation of his widow, Holly decided that she would give Marie what she needed. Marie's first sexual experience had been rough, violent and hasty. She needed, Holly knew, to be treated patiently and gently. Holly did not tell her husband that this was what she had decided to do for her friend's widow. Holly had been very happy with her decision to do this and Marie had not been resisting it at all.

Marie was losing her mind with pleasure as Holly ate her out so carefully and lovingly. This was Marie's first lesbian experience, if one didn't count the Thursday night ritual with Jenn. She had never in her twenty-six years experienced any contact of this nature until last month. Oh sure, Trent kissed her and rubbed her body over her clothes. She had taken her shirt off once and let him feel her tits through her bra. That was as far as she ever let him go and Trent had been patient with her and accepting of the fact that she was saving herself. It was his patience that drew Marie to Trent and it was this same patience that Holly was exhibiting now. Marie found it so attractive. Holly did not rush and Marie appreciated her for that. Only now was Holly's skilled tongue entering Marie's sopping wet cunt. Marie obligingly spread her legs allowing Holly better access. She cooed and moaned and gasped as the talented tongue explored inside the delicate folds. She pulled Holly's hair which encouraged Holly to push her tongue deeper. Holly was thrilled to hear Marie call out. She knew her office was pretty much soundproof.

Jenn was getting bored with the games on her phone. She checked the phone's clock and let out a sigh. She stood up, smoothed out her clothes and gave her body a stretch. Jenn glanced absentmindedly out the windows before walking over to the receptionist's desk.

"Excuse me," Jenn said politely. "Do you think it would be ok if I popped my head in Ms. Sullivan's office to see how much longer they're going to be?"

"I don't see how that could do any harm," the obviously gay male receptionist said. "But if they're still tied up you come right back here to me, ok sweetie?"

Jenn smiled and thanked him and strode casually down the hall. She found the office easily enough and was about to knock but decided to just do as she'd told the receptionist she would. She opened the door and popped her head in. She was completely shocked but a little pleased to see her older sister naked on top of the desk ramming pelvises with the equally naked lawyer. Both women looked amazing as they thrust themselves against each other. There were loud grunts and moans now that Jenn had not heard while the door was closed. She stepped inside carefully and quietly shut the door. She locked the door without a sound as she marveled at the sight before her. Jenn stepped out of her shoes and walked cautiously behind her sister. Both of the women on the desk had their eyes closed and were lost in their own pleasure. Slowly, gently, Jenn placed her hands on Marie's shoulders and gave her a back rub. Marie was so lost in her bliss she did not notice the extra set of hands massaging her back. It wasn't until Holly had tweaked both of her breasts that Marie realized there were too many hands on her. She opened her eyes slowly, hoping not to lose the powerful sensations she'd been feeling and saw the smiling face of her kid sister beaming at her.

"Is this a private party or can anyone have a dance?" Jenn asked still smiling. 

Holly seemed taken aback but did nothing to try to cover herself or stop her thrusts against the older sister. Holly looked at the two gorgeous women. She knew there was a five year age difference, but the physical distinctions between the two were minimal. They could have been twins, really. Holly was excited when Jenn began to strip. Jenn yanked off her pullover top and shucked herself out of her bra and began rubbing her naked tits up and down Marie's back and Holly began to grind her crotch against Marie's. The back rub also continued and Marie was being overwhelmed by all the physical stimulation. These two women, Marie thought, were so gentle. She was falling in love with the both of them. Jenn moved from behind Marie and began feeling her sister up as she casually kissed Holly on the lips.

When they broke the kiss, Holly smiled and said, "Well you are a little overdressed for this party. Do you mind amending that?"

Jenn smiled and slid quickly out of her slacks. She had not been wearing panties, both of the naked women on the desk instantly noticed. Jenn was pulled up on the desk and placed in the center. Marie kissed Jenn's cheek as Holly gained control of Jenn's hot mouth. Both women were rubbing Jenn's huge tits and her back at the same time. Jenn was moaning in Holly's mouth as her own hands took to exploring Holly's gravity defying C cups. None of these ladies considered themselves to be lesbians. They were just exploring each other and fulfilling their needs. 

At one point, Jenn had pushed Marie flat on her back and was eating her out as she, herself, was down on all fours. Holly was behind Jenn on the side of the desk licking Jenn's pussy and ass from behind. All three women moaned in joy at the sensations they were feeling. Holly was so amazed at the similarities and differences between the two sisters. Marie, the older sister, seemed so submissive. Holly wasn't sure if this was because she had been recently raped out of her virginity or if she would have been naturally so. Jenn, it was obvious, was quite dominant. When Jenn wanted something, she took it. Holly enjoyed the contrast. She really loved the different tastes of the two women. Both women tasted of vanilla and mango but there was something spicier about Jenn's taste. There was nothing wrong with how Marie tasted, certainly, but there was ineffable electricity in Jenn's secretions that Holly found almost addicting. Holly had managed to bring Marie to climax three times before Jenn joined them and she was determined to get the little sister off at least as many times.

Holly was fingering Jenn's warm wet pussy as she gave a sloppy licking to Jenn's tight asshole. After at least four minutes of this, she switched. She licked Jenn's pussy and slowly pressed her slick finger into Jenn's rectum up to her first knuckle. Again, Holly was in no hurry. She left her finger still as her tongue danced inside Jenn's wet pussy. Jenn's rectum relaxed its grip on Holly's finger slightly and Holly slid it a little further. She stopped when her finger was gripped again and she continued this game of pushing and stopping until she could not physically insert her finger any further. After her finger was in to the hilt, Holly waited once more for Jenn's asshole to let go. Once she did, Holly began to slowly piston her finger in and out of the tight hole.

Jenn loved the feeling of Holly finger fucking her ass. She shared her happiness with her loving sister and she drilled her tongue deep inside Marie's tasty pussy. Jenn's fingers delicately traced the scar on Marie's belly from where she'd been stabbed last month. Jenn had always loved her sister, but have never shared Marie's valuing of virginity. Jenn lost hers in college at the age of 18. Now, at age 21, it intrigued her that she was the more sexually experienced of the two sisters. She knew that Marie had been gang raped, but even that did not compare to Jenn's own experience. Jenn had once successfully taken seven boys at once during a lacrosse team party.

Jenn could just remember how it felt to have two dicks in her ass, two in her cunt, one in her mouth and one in each hand. She had become a legend on that night but had never become the campus slut. She had showed the boys that she was in control of the sex. It only happened because she wanted it to and if anyone tried to touch her without permission they would get a broken hand for their troubles. It was an outstanding thing for college boys to know of a woman's sexual prowess and still respect her and Jenn had accomplished this. Jenn, being bisexual, was also well known to the ladies on campus. She was well respected in that quarter as well.

Marie was almost screaming now that Jenn's tongue was quickly bringing her to orgasm. Jenn remembered Marie telling her about the rape, when she could eventually talk about it. The rapists had repeatedly told her to keep quiet. Jenn was so proud of her sister's ability to verbally acknowledge her pleasure. Marie might not ever fully recover from the traumas she faced, but at least she wouldn't be boxed in by them.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Jenn, oh Jenn, I'm cumming Jenn," Marie said.

Jenn did not stop plunging her tongue in her sister. She rode the waves of Marie's climax with her and helped Marie ride it back down. Marie pulled her sister's long hair lovingly as a way of thanking her. Marie was discovering her body with Jenn's help and, now, Holly's help also. She was so thankful for showing her what intimate contact could be like. She knew she wouldn't be a lesbian but, from her recent experiences with her sister and her lawyer, she now knew that sex could be gentle. It didn't have to be painful and terrifying. It could be slow and relaxed and fun. She could never repay these two women for their services.

Well, she could never entirely repay them. She did, however, begin a new ritual in her home. Every Friday night, Holly would be their dinner guest. The invitation would eventually be extended to Holly's husband, Mark, but not for a very long time. Marie enjoyed the weekly rituals in her home and cherished the reasons for them. The Thursday night ritual actually came about because Thursday afternoons were Marie's therapy sessions. Marie began seeing a therapist the day after she was released from the hospital. The insurance company has set it up.




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Marie was very honest with Dr. Clarke, her therapist. She went into great details about her rape and her fears about not having consummated her marriage. She told Dr. Clarke about her Thursday and Friday night rituals and the fantastic sex she and her sister were sharing with their lawyer. Dr. Clarke was not judgmental about the sex Marie was having with her sister or this other woman. Marie, the doctor assured her, was trying to sort out her sexuality after such a traumatic ordeal. Dr. Clarke or Kevin, as she would be eventually comfortable calling him, was very patient and understanding. Marie had feared at one point that he would try to advance on her sexually or that she might try to pounce on him, but it never happened. He would encourage her to talk about anything and everything that was going on in her life. Occasionally, he would take notes but more often he would look directly in her eyes with a glance that communicated understanding. Kevin always looked Marie in the eyes and his glances never went lower no matter how much or little Marie wore to her therapy sessions. She was thankful for that. It meant something to have this non-sexual anchor in her life.

Kevin was happily married and his concerns for Marie were not about her sexuality. She needed to trust herself and explore right now and Kevin never made any indications that he was bothered by the things she told him. He never was, truthfully. He told Marie that it was very good she had built such a strong support system for herself. He told Marie to be appreciative of Jenn and Holly. He said he expected that Marie's relationships with these two women would not always be sexual but that they would always be important. Marie was very glad he had said that because she was thinking almost the same thing.

Kevin told Marie he was very glad she was still attracted to men. He reminded her she would have to be careful to find the right man and should not rush into a sexual relationship with a man until she knew she was ready. Marie had once asked Kevin if he was attracted to her. Kevin smiled warmly and said that although Marie was "a spectacularly beautiful woman inside and out" (Marie had loved hearing that phrase), he had long ago met and married his soul mate, and there was no room for anyone outside his family in his heart or his bed. Marie liked the way he'd said that and was content with his answer. Marie came to trust Kevin completely and he never betrayed her trust. Kevin was an exceptional therapist and had patiently coached Marie to experience her life fully.

The people at work had noticed how happy Marie was. At first, Judy, Cindy and some of the others thought it was some form of denial. They eventually came to realize that Marie was adjusting to her life and truly was a happy person. That kind of happiness was actually very refreshing and infectious in the ED. The Emergency Department was usually a bitch fest and it was amazing to have a nurse who slugged through the tough job and never complained about it. Marie truly loved her job. She knew she made a difference there.

On the job, Marie was a work horse. She wore her uniform scrubs (everyone wore the same color, there were no animal prints or anything like that) professionally and never tried to show off her cleavage. Her long black hair was pulled into a tight professional pony tail. She washed her hands upon entering and leaving a treatment room and wore gloves while treating her patients. Patients loved her warm, caring, smile and her positive attitude. Even doctors remarked that her patients seemed to recover faster.

"Yeah," Marie would reply, "they can't wait to get away from me."

Marie was enjoying her life. Kevin saw this and changed their appointments to once a month, still at the usual time on Thursdays. Marie was happy about this but did not change her work schedule (she had gotten Thursdays off) or her ritual with Jenn. The ritual, now, was more about the massage and less about the orgasm. Marie still had orgasms, but it wasn't because of where Jenn was rubbing. Jenn had stopped penetrating Marie's vagina during massages and stuck to an actual massage. They still had sex with Holly after dinner on Fridays but both sisters generally concentrated their attention on Holly, not that Holly was complaining.

Jenn occasionally brought guests home. Usually guys, but also a few girls had gone up to Jenn's bedroom. There were a few occasions when Jenn had brought a guy pal upstairs and they went to Marie's room. The first time Jenn did that, she had her friend, Andy, take off his clothes and lay on Marie's bed. Jenn and Marie shared him and Marie was encouraged to go as fast or as slow as she wanted with Andy. Andy never complained about two almost identical black haired sisters pleasuring his entire body. Jenn even taught Marie how to give a blow job to Andy. The lesson was slow and meticulous, much to Andy's enjoyment. Jenn was able to deep throat like a porn star and was able to teach Marie how to be comfortable doing it. Andy, when asked, honestly told Marie she was not as good as Jenn but she showed great potential. Marie happily accepted that critique. Andy was a slow and patient lover, which is why Jenn brought him to her sister.

Andy stopped whenever Marie asked and never showed disappointment or anger. He was quick to encourage Marie that she was doing very well and that she and her sister were fulfilling a fantasy of his just by sharing the bed with him. Marie became more comfortable with Andy and allowed more of his gentle touches. She allowed Andy to take her cunt from behind. Marie was amazed at how comfortable she was in the doggy position. She had feared it would remind her of her rape and that she would freak out, but Andy was so gentle that there was no comparison. He rubbed her breasts as he impaled her with a lovingly steady pace. Jenn watched them from a chair while she played with herself. Andy surprised Marie by moving his hands to her shoulders and holding her more firmly than he had previously. He pulled on her shoulders, shifted his legs, and before she knew it she was sitting on his lap, facing away from him, with his hard cock still in her. He put his hands on her hips and encouraged her to bounce up and down on his dick.

Marie loved the feeling of the position she was later told was called Reverse Cowgirl. She loved that she controlled the pace. She rose and lowered herself repeatedly as Andy's hands moved from her hips and softly caressed her tits. Andy's dick felt so good in her hungry cock. It was hitting all the right spots. Marie turned to Jenn and mouthed the words "Thank you" to her, making Jenn smile and bow her head. Jenn was furiously rubbing herself as she watched her loving sister immolate herself repetitively on Andy's thick rod. Marie, as it turned out, was a screamer. Hearing her yell in the throes of ecstasy put Jenn over the edge and she called out in reply to her immense orgasm. Marie, for her part, rode orgasm after orgasm as she rose and dropped on Andy's dick. She eventually fell off him and Jenn and Andy gingerly kissed Marie's cheeks and softly rubbed her body to sleep.

Kevin was very impressed during the monthly session when Marie talked about Andy and the other men and women Jenn had been sharing with her. He was concerned at first that these encounters were all one-night-stands. He listened patiently as Marie explained that that was the house rule and everyone understood and agreed to it before coming to her bed. Kevin was able to accept that. He asked if there were other house rules. He listened intently to those rules. All the men wore condoms. That was a big rule and Kevin agreed it was sensible. Marie had the right at any time to say, "Stop."

"Who came up with that rule?" Kevin asked.

"Jenn did."

Kevin smiled and said, "She's good at making rules."

"Well," Marie said, "she loves me and she is a Psychology student."

"What's the next rule?"

Marie replied, "I set the pace. I can go as slowly or quickly as I choose."

Kevin listened to the rest of the house rules, encouraging that they were practical and responsible. He seemed interested in the fact that Jenn was having less and less sexual contact with Marie. Marie explained that Jenn had felt it would be better for each of them in the long run. They still shared lovers, but the sisters concentrated on pleasuring the guest rather than the other sister. Kevin asked if Marie still felt loved by her sister. Marie replied honestly that she felt more loved than ever. It was almost as though, immediately after the rape, Marie had surrendered the role of the older sister. Jenn was always there, watching and helping her sister. Now, Jenn was slowly giving the older sister role back to Jenn. Marie was now making decisions. Marie would tell Jenn what kind of lover she would like next and Jenn would bring someone matching that description home. Marie got to make new rules as they became needed and Jenn always followed the rules. Kevin nodded approval as Marie continued honestly speaking about the love she shared for her sister.

"There is always room for Jenn in my bed if she wants to fuck me," Marie said, "but our relationship, our love, isn't dependent on that. I love Jenn with my whole soul and I know that she loves me equally. She loves me so much that she shares lovers with me until I'll be strong enough to find my own lovers. At first, I would have been completely lost without Jenn. Now, she's helping me to build myself up. I'm thankful she's there for me but I won't crumble to dust now if she felt she needed to move on. I love my sister. I love her mind. I love her body. I'm so thankful she's shared all of it with me, but I won't stand in her way if she needs to grow independently of me."

Kevin had often joked to Marie to give Jenn a hug on his behalf. This was usually done after Marie described a noble action of Jenn's or told about the steps Jenn took to keep Marie feeling safe and loved. Today, Kevin told Marie to give herself a hug. She smiled and did it in front of him.

One Wednesday, Jenn asked Marie if she could institute a new ritual. Marie cautiously asked what the ritual would be and was surprised the ritual would be Wednesday nights out at the movies. Marie happily agreed and they went online to find a movie they wanted to see and show times. The best movie theater in the area was in Farmingdale. Marie and Jenn jumped in the car and Jenn took Route 110 up. Marie was glad they had given themselves plenty of time because there was a long line leading up to the box office.

"Shit," said Jenn. "Do you still want to do this?"

"Yes, please," replied Marie. "Not all rituals start out smoothly the first time, but they're still worth doing."

Jenn found a decent parking spot and they scurried up to get in line before it got much longer. They were chit-chatting idly about different topics. Marie talked about how work was still challenging but so much better since she had adopted her positive attitude. Jenn talked about graduate school and how the work was so much harder than college. She was reading four text books per week, but she loved it. Marie laughed along as Jenn was telling one particular story about her Human Sexualities class and having to bite her lip as another girl whose life experiences were vanilla compared to Jenn's referred to herself as a slut. Jenn then told Marie that the girl in the story was Terri, whom she'd brought home to share with Marie the week before.

Marie was laughing hard and then suddenly she froze with shock. She was staring oddly and Jenn followed her gaze to the ticket box office.

Jenn asked, "What's wrong?"

Marie asked Jenn, "Do you see the two guys selling tickets?"

Jenn looked at the fairly affable looking guys in uniform. One had reddish hair and even from this distance Jenn could see he had freckles. The other one had a big smile that never seemed to go away and spiky blonde hair.

"Yeah," Jenn said. "What about them?"

"That's Pete and Tony," Marie said in an oddly calm voice. "Two of the guys who raped me."

Marie said that last part low enough that the people in line in head of them would not hear but Jenn would. Marie reached into her purse. She pulled out her cell phone and the business card she was given by the police detective in charge of her case. She dialed the number and put the card back in her purse. The phone was answered on the third ring. Jenn watched her sister mutely as she listened in on the phone call.

Marie said into the phone, "Detective Rodriguez, please.... Thank you... Detective? This is Marie Melar... Yes, good evening. Detective, I need to report something... Well, I've just found two of the men who raped me... Yes, I'm absolutely sure... Yes, I'm at the movie theater in Farmingdale and they're working at the ticket office... Yes, I. Oh God. Oh my God. There's another one. That's Calvin tearing tickets inside. Detective, I see three of them here. What should I... Yes, I'm calm... Yes, I'm with my sister... Of course... Yes... Ok.... Where should we... Ok. Ok.... Yes, it's a blue Subaru wagon. We'll wait for you there. Thank you, Detective. How long do you think it will take you to get... Yes, ok. Thank you."

Jenn waited patiently from Marie to say something. Finally, she said, "We need to wait in your car."

"Are they on their way?" asked Jenn.

"Yes," said Marie. "They are going to come in an unmarked car so they don't scare them off. They should be here in fifteen minutes. We need to move away from the other cars so the police can find us right away."

Jenn looked around and pointed to an empty section of the parking lot, "I'll park over there!"

After they were parked, Marie nervously watched the ticket office to make sure neither Pete nor Tony left. What were they doing working here? It just didn't make sense for hoodlums like that to have a regular job. Marie couldn't process this. She thought maybe she was projecting something on to three innocent theater workers but she had never projected this onto anyone else since the rape. She looked at Tony. She could see his smile from here. It was definitely him. She couldn't see Calvin anymore because of where they were parked but kept a close eye on the other two.

When Detective Rodrigues finally pulled up next to Jenn's car, Marie got out and quickly pointed out Pete and Tony. Now that she was standing, she saw Calvin again and pointed him out as well. Detective Rodrigues asked her again if she was absolutely sure. Marie said that she was and that was good enough for him. Several other unmarked police cars had parked with him. Rodrigues got everyone coordinated. All the exits were blocked and an officer was waiting by the inside door of the ticket office. Rodrigues walked Marie by the arm. They walked past the line. Rodrigues had his badge up and was saying excuse me to the people as he walked in front of them. He walked Marie right up to the ticket window and tapped on the glass with his badge.

Tony and Pete saw the detective and wondered idly if one of the customers was complaining about something stupid again. They each looked then at the woman. Tony took longer to recognize her than Pete did. Pete ran from the ticket booth and was tackled seconds after opening the door. Tony steeped out of the ticket booth to see guns drawn on him and Pete and Cal being put in cuffs. A detective rushed up behind him and read him his rights before placing cuffs on him. Pete was crying. Two of the managers took over selling tickets, having refused to close the theater. An assistant manager escorted Rodrigues and Marie through the theater to see every other employee one by one. Marie did not recognize any of the other ushers nor anyone working the concession stand. In the projection booth, however, she recognized Tommy and Marlon.

Marlon looked horrified when he recognized the woman in front of him. He had been so sure he'd killed her. He just couldn't believe it. Rodrigues read Tommy his rights. Marlon tried to run and Rodrigues tackled him hard. Both boys were read their rights and cuffed. By the time Marie came outside again, the parking lot was packed with squad cars, their lights flashing. She just couldn't believe it. She'd found five of the six men who raped her, including the man who killed her husband and tried to kill her. The police captured all five of them. Marie had to go to the station to file a report. Jenn followed in her car and waited outside the police station.

It was almost midnight when Marie emerged from the police station and opened Jenn's car door, waking Jenn from her nap. Jenn hugged Marie tightly and asked if she was ok.

"I am," she said quickly and then again in a more reassuring tone. "I am, Jenn, thank you. There's one more out there. None of the five are saying where he is, so they're going to get search warrants and search all five of their homes trying to find him. Holy shit, that was crazy. I can't believe that. Oh, thank God I have off tomorrow. I wouldn't be able to get anything done. Oh my God, Jenn. I'm sorry we missed the Sandra Bullock movie."

"Yeah," Jenn said sarcastically, "like that's still important to me now. God, I am so proud of you, Ree. You were amazing. You stayed so calm. You got them, Ree. You got those motherfuckers. I cannot tell you how proud I am. I'm ditching school tomorrow and I'm going to spend the day pampering you."

"Yeah," Marie said. "That sounds nice. Can we go home now? I've hit my limit of what I can handle for one night."

"Shit, of course," Jenn said. They drove calmly back to Lindenhurst.

Lindenhurst Beach was not a real beach. Not like Robert Moses or Jones Beach or even Gilgo. It had water and it had sand. It usually didn't have any waves to speak of. It was, however, within walking distance of Marie and Jenn's house and was relatively quiet Thursday morning. Jenn was massaging tan oil onto Marie's back in an actual massage. She even warmed the tan oil in her hands as she normally would. Marie was still very excited from the events of the night before but was allowing Jenn's skilled hands to calm her. 

Marie wasn't feeling relaxed, necessarily, but she felt good. She felt powerful. She had helped the police find the majority of the men who violated her. That would make for a great appointment next week when she told Kevin. Marie moaned as Jenn massaged her ass under the bikini bottoms. It had nothing to do with getting a tan, but it felt great.

The rest of Thursday was equally relaxing. Jenn took care of everything. Marie was well and truly pampered. After a fun morning at the beach, Jenn drew a bubble bath for Marie and washed her thoroughly with a loofah sponge. She meticulously dried Marie and dressed her in a nice summer dress that showed off her cleavage. Jenn made lunch and dinner for Marie and all day long had made her feel very special, very loved and very safe. The Thursday night ritual massage was two hours long that night. Jenn made Marie orgasm six times. Jenn drew another warm bath for her and let her soak in the tub; monitoring Marie to make sure she didn't fall asleep in the tub and drown. After a check on her revealed pruned fingers, Jenn got Marie out of the tub. She dried her and dressed her in night clothes that were soft and not too heavy for a summer's night. Jenn slept in the same bed with Marie but did not have sex with her. Spooned her older sister from behind and let her fingers wander gently on Marie's flat stomach until the both fell asleep.

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Thank you for reading. Please let me know if I should continue this series.



The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 03



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains group, bi-sexual and lesbian sex.

In the previous two chapters, a young nurse named Marie was gang raped and her new husband murdered on their wedding night before they could consummate their marriage. Marie's younger sister, Jenn, moved in with her in a house in a quiet town on Long Island's south shore. Jenn, a Psychology student and a licensed massage therapist, has been bringing men and women home to share with Marie in order to show her the gentler side of sex. Jenn and Marie have several weekly rituals. On Saturday nights, Jenn brings home a new lover to share. Every other Saturday afternoon, on Marie's weekends off, they visit the grave of Marie's husband. On Friday nights, they have dinner and sex with their lawyer and dear friend, Holly. On Thursday nights, Jenn gives Marie a full body massage. Jenn tried to start a new ritual on Wednesdays of going out to the movies, but Marie discovered that five of the theater employees were among the six men who raped her, including the man who stole her virginity and killed her husband. 

Please feel free to give constructive criticism. It's the only way I can improve.

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It was Friday night. Marie and Jenn were having dinner with their friend, Holly, and Holly's husband, John. Originally, these Fridays were shared only among the three women. Eventually, however, the evenings became less about sex. Holly absolutely loved having sex with the two gorgeous sisters, make no mistake. However, the evenings left her wanting cock. This is when she instituted a Saturday night ritual at home with John. John had no complaints about the great sex he was having with Holly. Now that their sex life had improved so well, Holly no longer needed to fuck Marie and Jenn. That was when she began to bring John. Marie felt uncomfortable the first night John came to dinner. Total honesty had been very important to Marie since her husband died hours after they wed. Marie insisted that John be made aware that the three women had been having sex.

To soften the blow, as it were, Marie also offered (for that one Friday night only) for John to have all three of them in whatever combinations he desired. John, being a full blooded male, was not going to pass up a night with the three hottest women he'd ever known. When dinner was over, John was led upstairs to Marie's bed. The ladies danced for John as she sat on the edge of the bed watching. As they danced, they kissed and undressed each other. John has been to strip clubs before but had never seen one dancer stripping another. It was unreal. To add to it, one of the dancers was his dazzling wife who danced between two stunning women who could pass for twins. There was soon a tent in John's trousers. Holly spotted it first, but Marie was the first to react. Marie continued to move to the music playing on her stereo, but was moving towards John. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and placed it between John's feet. Marie knelt on the pillow and unzipped John's fly as Jenn and Holly began kissing and feeling each other up. Marie deftly deep-throated John's cock (Jenn had been giving her lessons) and once she got a nice rhythm going bobbing up and down on his log, she deep-throated him again, held it for at least twenty seconds and went back to bobbing. John was very surprised Marie was able to take him all the way down, since he had a very large dick. Jenn and Holly came forward towards John. Marie scooted closer to John's right knee as Holly took the middle position and Jenn was by his left knee. The three phenomenal looking ladies took turns pleasuring his cock, balls, and thighs. At one point a deep-throating competition broke out and John thought he would swoon. He announced when he felt he was going to cum. Holly took his cock in her mouth as Jenn and Marie each sucked hard on his balls. Holly slurped down John's cum as soon as he shot it into her mouth. The last deposit into her mouth was bigger than she expected and some dribbled down her chin. Jenn quickly licked her face clean and the three women Frenched each other to share the taste.

The ladies then stood up and began to undress John. John was tall, about 6'2" and thin but still reasonably attractive. The women worked very well as a team and soon John was naked and centered in the bed. The ladies kissed him and rubbed his body all over. John's cock had one of the quickest recoveries he'd known in his life. The sex became fairly wild, for John's tastes, once he was stiff again. At one point, John was standing on the side of the bed. The ladies were side-by-side facing away from him on all fours, asses high. John was fucking Jenn's pussy hard while simultaneously finger fucking Marie and Holly. The moans of all the women were getting John pretty hot, but then something John had never experienced before happened. Jenn came, and seeing her set off Marie which set off Holly. John had never seen a chain-reaction orgasm before, but he loved it. At another point, John was fucking Marie doggy style while Jenn and Holly fingered each other. Jenn, as John was really hammering her older sister, suddenly broke away from Holly and pushed John's chest back and scooted his legs forward. Marie moved with him and soon she was fucking him in Reverse Cowgirl. Holly would be forever grateful to the sisters for teaching John that maneuver.

It was a one night only offer, but since that night John had been coming to Friday night dinner with Holly and sharing excellent conversation. With John's continued presence, the new Friday night ritual became Dinner and Board Game Night. Maybe it wasn't quite as wicked as Dinner and Sex Night, but they still all managed to have fun. This particular Friday night, however, was two days after Marie had identified the majority of her rapists working at the movie theater she and Jenn were planning to go to so they could see the new Sandra Bullock flick. Marie told the story over dinner, with Jenn adding color commentary; as Holly and John sat spellbound listening to the sisters tell the amazing tale of Marie's bravery.

"Holy shit," said Holly at one point. "Holy motherfucking shit. Shit, Marie, you are my new hero! You need a special day..."

"I covered that," said Jenn.

Holly smirked and said, "I'm sure you did. I meant you should have a parade with marching bands and fire trucks. You are fucking amazing, Ree. You nabbed five out of fucking six. What the hell... Oh, my God I love you, Ree."

"Will you be my lawyer for this, Holls?" Marie asked.

"Your lawyer for what?" asked Holly, visibly confused. "You mean your lawyer for the civil trial?"

"What's a civil trial?" asked Marie.

"Why do you guys keep answering questions with more questions?" asked Jenn.

"Ok," said Holly. "There are two types of trials, criminal and civil trials. At a criminal trial, the accused faces jail time. In a civil trial, the accused may have to pay financial restitution. This is going to be a rape and murder case so it will be a criminal trial. I can't be your lawyer at the criminal trial. The District Attorney's office will be in charge of the case. Your lawyer will be an ADA, but my firm might be able to get me to sit as second chair. Maybe. I could be your lawyer at the civil trial, though."

"Wait, wait, slow down," said Marie. "You're going way too fast and I have a ton of questions."

"Fire away," Holly said.

"ADA?"

"That stands for Assistant District Attorney," said Holly.

"Second chair?"

"You can have more than one lawyer represent you at a trial," replied Holly. "You can have a team. The ADA would be Lead Counsel. This is the person who gives the opening statement and the closing arguments and questions most of the witnesses. The second chair takes notes and hands over any files the Lead Counsel needs. If I can be your second or even third chair, I can be sitting at the table with you during the trail."

"I'd like that," said Marie. "Ok, you said it had to be a criminal trial and then you said you could be my lawyer at the civil trial."

Holly chuckled and said, "Yeah, ok. Murder trials are special. They break the rules of every other type of case. Murder trials are the one type of case that can have both a criminal and a civil trial. The civil trial, if you want one, is where you try to get money out of the accused. As your attorney, I would advise you against a civil trial. The defense team would take great pride in ripping you apart on the stand and you certainly don't need the money."

"No," Marie agreed. "I don't need the money."

"Which reminds me," said Holly, "why are you crazy bitches living in Lindenhurst instead of Bridgehampton?"

"We like it here," said Marie. "The Hamptons are so far away from where our lives are."

"Except on Saturdays," said Holly.

"What do you mean?" asked Jenn.

"You told me you go to Calverton Cemetery every other Saturday to visit Trent's grave. Calverton is about halfway between here and Bridgehampton. You have inherited what can only be described as a castle in Bridgehampton. Why not have sleepovers there after leaving Calverton?" Holly asked.

"We have sleepovers here on Saturdays," said Jenn.

Holly smiled and said, "Imagine the sleepover parties you can have there."

"I'd show up," said John.

Three distinct female voices said, "Quiet, you."

The next Thursday, Marie had her therapy appointment with Kevin Clarke. Marie completely blew Kevin away with her tale of reporting the location of her rapists. There was a thrill, she explained, when she called the police and was able to watch those pricks get arrested. It was amazing that they all worked at the same place and only one of them had the night off. If her movie night had been Saturday, she would have netted all six. There was a huge manhunt for Bobby going on.

Kevin was less concerned about the police issues and more interested in how Marie was feeling. She let out a sigh and she said she was dealing with everything. She would be asked to testify at the trial. She was nervous about that. The defense team would say things like she was asking for what she got.

"Let me stop you right there," Kevin said. "You were in a wedding dress changing a tire with your husband. Your husband was trying to defend your honor and was sliced open. You were a virgin and these six animals raped every orifice of your body. These are facts, Marie. You did not ask to have your husband and your virginity stolen from you. You remember that and make sure they remember that."

Marie had developed a real trust with Kevin. She was always honest with him and did her best not to leave anything out. It was these sessions that instilled her preference for complete honesty in all aspects in her life. The rest of the session, Marie was talking about going back and forth about using the estate in Bridgehampton. Kevin made a remark that he wished all his clients had that sort of problem.

Marie was very busy at work that month. Warm weather often brought alcohol related casualties to the hospital. Alcohol related casualties meant a very loud Emergency Department. It also often meant patients who didn't know how to keep their hands to themselves. Marie was very good at redirecting grabby drunks. She kept them occupied with things other than grabbing her tits and ass. When bringing them food didn't work, there was always putting an IV in each arm to reduce how far they could grab. The trick was to occupy them before they made contact.

The Monday after her therapy session, there was a grabby drunk who was faster than Marie. Marie was occupied and didn't see him coming. Before she knew it, she was being crushed from behind by a big inebriated jerk with tattoos covering both arms. His hands were smashing her C cups into her chest and rubbing her hard. This, essentially, was an assault. Marie had the legal right to defend herself but had the professional responsibility to keep the patient unharmed. Marie stamped hard on his right foot and shimmied out of his grasp and then called a security alert. She didn't injure him so there would be no reason to involve the police. Security restrained him and the man was placed on a one to one watch. Under the security team's recommendations, the one to one watch was a male.

Jenn was doing well at school. She had a friend, Chloe, who was in both of her summer classes with her. Jenn was physically attracted to Chloe, yes, but she also loved Chloe's mind. Chloe was 5"6" and had unruly red hair that matched so nicely with her blue-green eyes. She had a provocative wiggle to her walk that drove Jenn crazy. Chloe was a B cup, but she wore clothes that made her body look very inviting. Chloe had a way of talking with her hands that for some reason Jenn found very sexy. Jenn had been daydreaming about Chloe's body for several weeks now and decided to talk to Chloe about it after class one day. Jenn was inheriting Marie's preference for total honesty. At the end of Monday's class, Jenn tapped Chloe on the shoulder and nodded her head in the direction of the quad. Chloe nodded her understanding and held up two fingers, meaning she would meet Jenn in the quad in two minutes. Jenn nodded and walked to the quad, waiting for Chloe.

"Hey, J," Chloe said almost exactly two minutes later. "What's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you," Jenn said.

"Duh," replied Chloe with a smile. "We are talking. What's the subject?"

"You are."

"Finally," said Chloe.

"Huh?" responded Jenn.

"Please tell me that you're going to tell me that you cannot stop thinking about me," Chloe said, "because I have been beating myself up trying to say that to you."

"I think you just did, and that was what I was going to say, almost verbatim," said Jenn with a smile.

"Oh, thank God," said Chloe. "So, what do we do about this?"

"That's what I need to talk to you about," admitted Jenn. "You see, my sister and I have this thing where we try to be completely honest with people..."

"That's a good albeit potentially naïve policy," said Chloe.

"Yeah, well, I need to tell you that I've slept with my sister and I've sometimes brought home lovers to share with her, usually on Saturday nights on weekends she isn't working," confessed Jenn. "I really like you and I'd like to make love to you but I don't want to share you."

"Wow," said Chloe. "There's complete honesty and then there is complete honesty. Holy shit, J."

"Too much?" asked Jenn with a nervous look on her face.

"Oh, no," said Chloe. "I find it refreshing. I guess I should be the one to decide if I'm being shared or not, right? What does your sister look like?"

Jenn smiled and said, "She looks a lot like me. Same hair, same face. She's a smidge shorter than I and has slightly smaller boobs. Oh, and she has hazel eyes."

"So," Chloe said, "If the two of you were sitting together in a Jazz club and I walked in, I wouldn't be able to pick you apart?"

"If we were sitting together at a picnic table on a sunny day, you might not be able to pick us apart," answered Jenn.

"Sure, I would," said Chloe matter-of-factly. "I love your blue eyes. Do you have the same voice?"

"No," said Jenn. "Hers is a little lower than mine. Similar speech patterns, though."

"Huh," said Chloe. "Who's older?"

"She is," said Jenn, "by five years and three months."

"Not that anyone's counting," said Chloe with a laugh. "Who's the better kisser?"

"I really wouldn't know."

"Ok, last question," Chloe said. "Are you full blown on the girl's team or do you switch hit?"

"Yeah, I'm a switch hitter," admitted Jenn with a shrug.

"Of course you are," said Chloe. "The pretty ones are always bi. Come to the Vag Side, J. We have cookies."

"You think I'm pretty?" Jenn asked.

"Come here and I'll show you what I think about you," Chloe said, smiling.

Jenn leaned forward and Chloe wrapped her arms around her and kissed her hard on the lips. Soon they were Frenching. Jenn held Chloe in her arms as they massaged each other's tongues. When they eventually broke the kiss, each girl was staring dreamily at the other.

"You don't live around here, do you?" asked Chloe.

Jenn shook her head and said, "Long Island. Suffolk County."

"Huh," said Chloe. "Do you live anywhere near the Long Island Rail Road?"

Jenn said, "Ten blocks from the second-to-last stop on the Babylon branch.

"That'll work," said Chloe. "Take me to your home. When we meet your sister, I'll let you know if I want to be shared. If I do, it won't be tonight and it will only be once. Can you work with that?"

"Yes, I can. Let's go."

Chloe took the subway to school so it was easy for her to leave directly from there. She had no car to worry about. She followed the way to Jenn's car and climbed in merrily. Chloe told Jenn she could not believe Jenn drove in every day from Long Island. Jenn admitted that she didn't like traveling on trains. Chloe told Jenn someday soon they were going to take a long ride and Chloe would make her love trains. Jenn rolled her eyes at this.

When they arrived at the home in Lindenhurst, Marie was cooking dinner. Jenn introduced Chloe and the two graduate students washed their hands before helping to get dinner on the table. The one thing about Jennifer Stevens and Marie Stevens Melar was that they cooked enough that there was always enough for at least one guest. Chloe was not going to starve.

Chloe was having a very pleasant meal with the Stevens sisters. They were chatting about a whole host of different topics. The sisters talked about whether or not to actually go ahead with a Wednesday movie night and if they did it had to be at the Babylon Theater. There were a few topics such as that which left Chloe clueless as to what they were talking about. During a lull in conversation, Chloe made it clear to Jenn, if not Marie, that a night of sharing was in their future. Jenn saw that coming. Anyone who met Marie fell in love with her. It wouldn't affect a long term relationship with Chloe if such a thing were in the cards.

After the dishes were done, they put on a movie and the three ladies watched it until Jenn excused herself and Chloe. Marie smiled and wished them a good night and reminded them to keep the noise levels down, which struck Jenn as ironic since Marie was the screamer. Chloe and Jenn were practically giggling as they went up the stairs.

Once in Jenn's room, Chloe practically tackled Jenn to the bed. Giggling, they kissed and stripped each other and Jenn reached spastically for the nightstand drawer that held her toys. Chloe looked very excited when Jenn whipped out a huge double sided dildo and a huge amount of K-Y. Both girls were very painstaking in their efforts to lube up each end of the dildo. Jenn was rubbing herself as she lubed her end in an effort to get wet and get it in more quickly. Chloe observed this and, thinking to be a great idea, did the same. Soon Jenn felt ready to insert her end. She pushed and pushed and pushed that purple beast inside of herself. When Jenn stopped pushing, Chloe pushed herself at the other end and slowly moved herself closer to Jenn. There was some strain on Chloe's face as she thrust the beast into herself a little bit at a time. When they each felt stretched to their limits, there was still at least a two inch gap between them. They then tried to find a common rhythm as they each impaled themselves on the beast. Slowly, with each combined thrust, the lovers grew closer and closer. The first few times their clits bumped, Jenn had the sensation of someone turning on and off a stereo in her head. She heard Handel's Hallelujah! Chorus in her head and then it was silent. Hallelujah! Silence. Hallelujah! Silence. Their labia touched and Jenn was able to molest Chloe's perky tits. It was the Hallelujah! Chorus all over again. Chloe was moaning and grunting and gasping almost musically and Jenn was providing the harmony. Sweat was pouring off Chloe and her wild red hair was sticking to her face in some areas. Chloe had kept her eyes tightly closed for several minutes and once she opened them the green in her eyes really stood out. The combined pace increased and Chloe's moan were getting louder.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 03



"Almost... there..." said Chloe.

"Me... too... Baby... Cum... for... me..." said Jenn.

Their orgasms weren't completely simultaneous but it was very hard to tell who set off whom. Both women were thrashing on the huge dildo and setting each other off even more. Wave after wave of orgasms crashed over the pair. Jenn leaned in for a kiss and Chloe moaned into her mouth. Moaning turned to panting which eventually became regular breathing. Jenn kissed Chloe passionately until the hot redhead could no longer sit up straight. Jenn slowly, and carefully, removed the dildo from Chloe. There was a wet sliding sound, followed by a distinct pop and a soft groan. Jenn removed the other end from herself and lay gently next to Chloe. Chloe's fingers took to playing with Jenn's long black hair.

Chloe smiled and softly said, "Holy shit."

"I love you," Jenn said quietly.

Chloe said, "Yeah, I can see that," with a soft giggle. Jenn loved the sound of that giggle. "So, would you really have a problem if I still wanted you to share me with your sister?"

"Yes," said Jenn. "I don't want to share you, Chloe."

"Good. I don't want to share you either."

The young lovers wrapped their arms around each other and fell asleep cuddling. Rather than making her do a walk of shame, Jenn found some clothes of hers that she never wore to school that would fit Chloe. She showered with Chloe and cooked her breakfast. Chloe had dinner with the Stevens sisters for the rest of that week.

John, Holly's husband, nearly had a heart attack on Friday when he realized he would be having dinner and Board Game Night with four breathtaking women. It was a shame the sisters did not own Twister. John had half a mind to drive to the K-Mart in West Babylon to pick one up.

Holly told Marie she had interesting news about the trial and asked if it was ok to tell her around the dinner table. Marie had gotten to see the love between Jenn and Chloe at this point and, therefore, trusted everyone at her dinner table. She told Holly to spill the beans. Holly went on to tell her that her firm called the District Attorney's office and she would be allowed to be third chair. She wouldn't be sitting next to Marie, but she would be at the table and could pass her notes and refill her water glass. The discovery lists went out. All five of the defendants were listed. That did not necessarily mean they would testify, but it left the possibility open. Speaking of discovery, evidence was turned up in the legal searches of the defendants' rooms.

Holly continued, "Marlon had, in his sock drawer, some cut up remnants of your wedding dress."

"I saw him doing that," said Marie.

"Right," said Holly. "It's in your statement to the police and your affidavit. That's why the police bagged and tagged it. It went to the lab and they found Trent's blood, some of your hair follicles and some of your blood on it."

"My blood? How did my blood get on it?"

Holly answered with a smile, "Apparently, Marlon used the swatch to clean your blood off his knife after he stabbed you. That small piece of cloth puts him at the scene of the murder and the rape. The other four also kept souvenir swatches but none of the others had your blood on it, only one other had your hair on it and only two had Trent's blood. That's not really bad news though, because it can be proven that all the swatches came from the same dress. And since there was only one way to get a swatch..."

"...It proves they were all there," Marie finished the sentence for her.

"Right," said Holly. "It's good evidence. The warrants were all signed by the same judge and were shown at the time of entry into the defendants' homes. The DA's office has their balls in a vice, which means we probably won't go to trial."

"Why wouldn't we go to trial if we have such a great case?" asked Marie.

Holly replied, "Because we have such a great case. The existence of the evidence goes to the Public Defender representing the defendants as part of discovery."

"Wait, wait," said Marie. "Discovery?"

"Jeez, Ree, don't you watch Law & Order?" joked Holly. "You know how in courtroom dramas on TV and in the movies, there's a surprise witness or surprise evidence?"

Marie nodded.

"Yeah," said Holly, "that's bullshit. Discovery is the law that prevents surprises in the courtroom. Each side has to share all their evidence and their entire witness list with the other side before the trial. We have to know everything they know and they have to know everything we know at the start of the trial."

"Then why are there still surprises in court?" asked Marie. "I see it on the news all the time."

Holly had a grin on her face and said, "Because lawyers are dicks and try to bury important evidence in a sea of seemingly unimportant evidence. We can't do that in this case because most of our evidence is pretty strong, including a victim who recognized her assailants three months after the fact and who was recognized by them. Yeah, so, since our evidence is so strong, the PD... sorry... the Public Defender wouldn't want to go to trial. He'll probably plead them down. That means the defendants can confess to a smaller crime and serve a sentence for the lesser crime instead of possibly facing death row for murder, attempted murder and accessory to murder."

"How much time would they get?" asked Marie.

"It depends what they can plead down to," said Holly. "If the other four rolled over on Marlon, since he was the only one with a knife, he could go to trial for rape, murder and attempted murder and they could skip to violation of the open container law."

"But they're all guilty," said Jenn.

"The DA's office will only want to net the biggest fish," said Holly. "If too many suspects are tried, you run the risk of them all getting off on a technicality. They'd probably rather see Marlon do big time and let the other four plead out to something that gets them eight months each but puts them on the sexual offenders list."

Marie asked, "Isn't there any way for all five of them to stand trial?"

Holly looked Marie directly in the eyes, "Well, Ree, that depends on you."

Marie gave a look that said what the fuck are you talking about?

Holly explained, "They can all stand trial if you're willing to testify at two different trials. The PD would probably go along with it if there was a Murder and Attempted Murder trial for Marlon and he wasn't tried for rape and there was a Rape trial for Anthony, Calvin, Peter and Thomas and they weren't tried for accessory to murder. The DA has plenty of evidence for two trials. She has the bloody gown fragment, the knife and your sworn testimony to put Marlon away. She also has the DNA they scooped off you in the hospital to get the other four. It's perfect. The only reason I can think of that they didn't go for two trials in the first place is that they didn't want to over-burden you."

"Are you kidding me?" Jenn interjected. "This woman here, my sister, called the authorities on a cell phone she fished out of her dead husband's pocket and waited naked and covered in spunk for them to arrive. Then she found her abusers and instead of lighting the building up with Molotov cocktails, like I would have, she called the authorities again and walked up to the five punks to identify them and they don't want to 'over-burden' her? It's a little fucking late for that..."

"Wait," said Chloe. "She did all that?"

Jenn nodded.

"Holy shit, Ree!" shouted Chloe. "You deserve your own comic book!"

Marie smiled and said, "Thank you, Chloe. I have to tell you, Holls, I'm pretty offended at that, too. I'm an Emergency Department nurse in West Islip, for crying out loud and they don't want to 'over-burden' me?" Marie gave a derisive chuckle and then said, "Bring it!"

Holly asked Marie, "When's your next day off?"

"Tomorrow."

"When's your day off after that?" 

"Sunday."

Holly groaned and asked, "When's the next business day you have off after that?"

"Monday."

"This Monday?" asked Holly. "That's perfect. We can... Wait. You get three days off in a row?"

Marie replied, "I work twelve hour shifts."

"Point taken," said Holly. "Ok, Monday's perfect. I'll re-arrange my schedule, pick you up and take you to the DA and we'll tell her you're willing to testify at two separate trials. Hey, maybe I can second chair one of them so I can sit right next to you... What time's good for you on Monday?"

Marie said, "I'll be here all day."

"Great," said Holly. "I'll call you an hour before I'm coming over on Monday."

True to her word, Holly gave Marie an hour's notice on Monday. Marie had showered and fixed her hair in the morning and had set aside some nice clothes, not wanting to put them on too early and spilling something on them. She changed into her nice clothes after brushing her teeth again and waited outside her front door for Holly to drive up.

The DA was overjoyed that Mrs. Melar was willing to testify at two separate trials and phoned the Public Defender's office to make the new deal. Elated that the majority of his clients would not face accessory to murder charges, the PD accepted the deal of two separate trials. Calendars were confirmed, dates were set and the wheels were truly in motion. Holly was given permission to second chair both trials and she made the appropriate arrangements with her firm.

Holly spent a lot of time with the ADA prepping Marie for the rape trial. That would be the first of the two. The evidence was overwhelming, so all Marie had to do was remain calm on the cross examination. Holly was a trial lawyer and knew how to press people's buttons on the stand. She played the PD in their practice sessions. The ADA, a strong looking 5'11" African-American Amazon named Ebonee, went over the types of questions she would be asking Marie. The two lawyers would then explain to Marie why she should word an answer "this" way instead of "that" way. When they were confident that Marie was ready to tell her story, Holly started playing "the bad cop" or "the bad lawyer" or "the Devil's Advocate" or whatever the fuck she was playing. Holly got really mean, but Marie understood the point of this. Ebonee, who had expected Holly to go soft on her friend, was impressed by the platinum blonde's skills at cross and her intelligence in general. After practicing and practicing and practicing with Marie, both attorneys were in no doubt she was ready for trial.

When the first day of the trial arrived, Marie wore the clothes Holly picked out for her and waited outside her front door for Holly to pick her up. They were almost silent as they drove to the courthouse as each woman geared up for the trial. There were two tables facing the Judge's bench. Ebonee sat at the seat of their table that was closest to the center. Marie was next to her and Holly was on Marie's other side, holding Marie's hand under the table. Jenn and Chloe were in the first row of the gallery sitting directly behind Marie and Holly. The defendants were marched in. They were all dressed very nicely, looking very different from the two other times Marie had met them. She still recognized Tony, Tommy, Calvin and Pete instantly. Pete and Tony were glaring at Marie but Tony had his customary smile lingering below his stabbing eyes. Marie focused on her task at hand, as she did after every shift change in the ED. She went over everything she was there to do. She was brought out of her deep thinking by the words, "All rise!"

The opening remarks were brief and then Ebonee started calling witnesses. Detective Rodrigues was called. Two other police officers were called. Then some lab technician. Then they had a lunch break. Ebonee leaned towards Marie to tell her she would testify after they re-adjourned. Ebonee, at Marie's invitation, joined her, Holly, Jenn and Chloe for lunch. Ebonee was impressed by Marie's support system and assured her that she would be great on the stand.

Ebonee called Marie to the stand and Marie walked up to the witness stand. She placed one hand on the bible and raised her other hand, swearing to the bailiff that she would tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Jenn grinned at that because it was what Marie always did. Ebonee asked Marie to tell the story of her wedding night. Her story was obviously shocking to the members of the jury and those in the gallery who'd never heard it before. She had been cautioned by Holly and Ebonee to concentrate her story on the rape and not so much on Trent's death, although she was allowed to mention that part. Ebonee took a long dramatic pause after Marie finished talking about the gang rape that took her virginity on her wedding night.

Finally, Ebonee asked, "Mrs. Milar, do you see any of the men who raped you here in court today?"

"Yes, I do," responded Marie.

"Can you, please, point them out for the court?" asked Ebonee.

"Yes, of course," said Marie. "The man there with the spiky blonde hair is the one they called Tony. The one in the blue suit next to him is the one they called Calvin. Next to him is the one they called Tommy and next to him is the one they called Pete."

Ebonee said, "If it pleases the court, let the record show that the witness has identified the four defendants."

"Excuse me, please," Marie said. "I'm not finished."

"What?" asked Ebonee. She did not know what Marie was talking about.

Marie continued, "In the back row of the gallery, in the gray hoodie, I can see the one they called Bobby."

Bobby stood up and shouted, "I'll kill you, bitch! I'll fucking kill you," as he fired two shots at Marie from his Glock before the bailiffs could tackle him to the floor.



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Thank you, all, for reading this. Please send any constructive criticism you may have and let me know if I should keep going with this series.



The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 04



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter does not include any sex. Chapter 5 will have tons.

If this is your first exposure to this series, I suggest you read chapter 1 first, then THIS chapter up until Marie takes the witness stand, then chapters 2 and 3 and then read this chapter all the way through.

Please feel free to give constructive criticism. 

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It was the first day of the trial. Holly Sullivan was sitting next to her friend, Marie Melar. On the other side of Marie was Marie's sister, Jenn Stevens and on the other side of Jenn was Jenn's girlfriend, Chloe Drasher. They were sitting in the front row of the gallery directly behind the attoneys for the prosecution, Ebonee Evans and Isolde Reyes. Holly was holding Marie's hand and gave it a little squeeze. Marie gave a visible shiver and turned to Holly with a confused look on her face.

"When did we get back here?" Marie asked. "Weren't we just sitting at the lawyer's table?"

Holly was just about to answer that when the court broke for lunch. Marie invited Ebonee to join her sister and friends and Isolde came as well. As they were walking from the Central Islip Courthouse to a nearby restaurant, Holly grabbed Jenn casually by the arm and asked if they could talk privately about Marie.

Jenn turned to Marie and said, "Hey, Ree, Holly and I are going to go a couple of blocks that way and talk about you behind your back."

"Ok," said Marie. "Did you want me to order lunch for you?"

"Yeah," Jenn said. I'll have a big salad and a raspberry iced tea, thanks."

"Got it," said Marie. "Holls, do you want anything?"

"I'll have the same, thank you," said Holly and then under her breath she said, "You girls and your complete honesty. Sheesh."

When they were far enough away from Marie, Jenn asked Holly what the problem was and Holly informed Jenn that Marie had thought she and Holly had been at the lawyer's table. Jenn said she expected something like that.

"Remember that dinner," Jenn asked, "when you explained the difference between a criminal trial and a civil trial?"

"Yes, of course," replied Holly.

"You explained that since this would be a criminal trial, Marie would not be the plaintiff but instead would be the witness for the prosecution. You said you would not be able to represent her but you would take some time off and sit with Marie for moral support."

"I remember," said Holly.

"Well," said Jenn, "that's not how Marie remembers it. She remembers you saying you'd be second chair and would sit with her at the lawyer's table."

"That's absurd. Isolde is the second chair," Holly said.

"I don't think Marie has acknowledged Isolde's existence yet to be perfectly honest," Jenn said.

Holly asked, "Jenn, what's going on with your sister?"

"She's having schizophrenic episodes," replied Jenn.

"She thinks she's somebody else?"

"No, not at all," Jenn stated calmly. "That isn't what schizophrenia is. I think you're talking about Split Personality Disorder."

"Aren't they the same thing?" asked Holly.

"Nope," said Jenn. "It's like how in Geometry class you learn that all squares are rectangles, but not all rectangles are squares. All split personalities are schizophrenics but not all schizophrenics are split personalities. In Marie's case, her schizophrenia manifests itself in her temporary inability to differentiate between reality and her fucking fantasies."

Holly liked Jenn. She was an intelligent and insightful woman who said "fuck" a lot. Jenn was a student at New School University in Greenwich Village going for her Master's degree in Psychology. "So," Holly asked, "Marie's not a credible witness?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" retorted Jenn. "My sister is the most honest witness you'll ever meet in your lifetime, counselor. She's just getting lost in some fantasies about you."

"Excuse me?" asked Holly.

"Listen," said Jenn. "Ree's first real sexual experience was the complete violation of her body at knifepoint. The same knife that killed her husband minutes earlier, mind you. If that had happened to anyone else on the planet, she'd be curled up in a tight ball sobbing 24/7 and ready to beat the shit out of anyone who dared to lay a finger on her even if it was in a loving gesture. So, why didn't Marie end up like that? No one would have blamed her if she did. So, why didn't she? Her mind's defense mechanisms wouldn't let her. Ree, you have to understand, used several parts of her life -- as we all do -- to create her self-identity and those fucking rapists stripped her of her identity as easily as they stripped her of my grandmother's wedding gown. She identified herself through the virginity she saved as a gift for Trent, her true love. They stole that. She identified herself through her relationship with Trent. They killed him. She identified herself as a strong woman who defies opposition. In order to survive her violation, she had to chant to herself not to resist or to make noise. Identity after identity was taken from her that night. The identity that survived was the one that ultimately kept her alive when, logically, she should have died. It was her identity as an RN. Even though, after her rape, her instincts were telling her body to shun all human contact, her mind wouldn't let her because it would harm her career as a nurse, her only surviving identity. Ree has a very tactile job. She can't explode into tears if a patient puts a hand on her shoulder while she's changing their dressing. It would jeopardize her nursing career and thusly her identity as a nurse. So she made some behavioral changes to better support her identity.

"The positive attitude, the complete honesty, the weekly rituals and the sexual experimentation are all coping mechanisms. They are all based on what she sees, in her trauma affected mind, as the qualities of a good nurse. They are all very specific. What was the biggest thing the rapists took from Ree aside from the physical things? It was her sense of control. She lost control over her life, hence the rituals. She is structuring her week in an effort to structure her life. She lost her happiness and her ability to control that, thus the positive attitude. The rapists sought to control her with lies. They said they owned her. Her mind recognized that as a lie and demanded the control of truth. She lost control of her body. Her sexual experimentation is an attempt to regain control of that. She decides who she sleeps with and who she doesn't. She decides if she needs to say, 'Stop.' The only reason she can do this is because of her remaining identity. She is an Emergency Department nurse. The major part of her life is witnessing fucking horrifying events and compartmentalizing them in order to cope. She has to remain calm while cleaning and dressing a gushing wound. She boxes up the terrors around her as another coping mechanism. She's been doing this for years. Ree detaches herself from the trauma. That's what she did with the rape and the murder. Eventually, when her mind is ready to deal with her losses, she will properly mourn Trent with tears and truly acknowledge her rape. She's almost ready to accept her reality. She'll get there and she'll lose her interest in sex, for the time being. She might get her interest in sex back, she might not. She's already having less sex than she did a month after her rape. She has, in essence, given herself a schizophrenia switch that she can turn on and off based on her mind's needs. Until she is ready to accept, rather than merely cope, the most important thing is to keep her safe and make her feel loved.

"You have done that so instinctively and totally that Ree is having fantasies about you. They're not sexual fantasies, which is interesting, but protection fantasies. She sees you as her protector; a job her mind needed to fill after Trent's murder. When her fantasy of you protecting her makes her feel safer than her reality, she rejects reality and remembers the fantasy. As far as I've been able to tell, it's only your interactions with her that are affected by the fantasies. She is absolutely grounded in reality in regards to the motherfucking rapists. She'll be a perfect witness. The only way for her to make certain that justice is done is to be clear as a fucking bell about everything she saw and heard and felt that night. She accepts you as keeping her safe. That's why she didn't bury a stapler in your head when you kissed and undressed her. What the fuck was going on in your head when you did that, by the way?"

"I don't know," admitted Holly. "I felt so bad for the widow of my dear friend, the first friend I made at the firm and the only thing I could think was that she was so... so... fuckable."

Jenn laughed and said, "Well, yes, Ree is eminently fuckable. Still, Holly, what the fuck? After talking to Ree, I'd guess that it was your assurances that the marriage was valid and the firm would keep the insurance company from dicking her over that cemented you in her mind as a protection figure. Therefore, in her frailty -- as much as that term could ever apply to her -- she saw your sexual advances as a way of protecting her. It's not like you were a total fucking stranger. She says she met you at social functions the firm held that Trent brought her to when they were engaged. She knew you were close friends with Trent. In your advances, you were patient and gentle and it resonated with her. Me too, I'd have to admit. I got so horny watching you too slapping crotches. She was able to have sex with us together without imploding. That was a huge red flag of a symptom."

Holly asked "A symptom of what?"

Jenn said simply, "It was a symptom of her behavioral disorders. Ree's behavior then and since wasn't just atypical. Outside of porn, that shit never fucking happens. Ever. Now, it would be patently stupid to say, 'Rape victims never do this,' because each person faces trauma as well as their individual mind will allow them and Ree already displayed a high tolerance for dealing with trauma. That being said, rape victims never do this. Rape victims do not, typically, exhibit sexual interest in the first five years after the event, let alone the first five weeks. Part of this, obviously, was her realization that rape is not an act of sex but an act of violence. She wasn't fucked or made love to; she was assaulted. She had the capacity to separate sex from rape as other women have the capacity to separate sex from love. She was somehow able to experiment sexually without collapsing in on herself. This never fucking happens but, somehow, sexual experimentation became a coping mechanism for her. It is interesting to note that her coping mechanism butted heads with defense mechanism. Her defense mechanism, as odd as it would seem, is to be a sub. Her mind tells her she needs to experiment in order to gain control over her body but she's a submissive. Man, if I were a total fucking cunt, I'd be able to write a paper on her and then I could go to any school in the country for my doctorate. Chloe recognized it, too, but she's not going to use Ree as her ticket, either. Chloe has been so good to Ree by not having sex with her. I've stopped having direct sexual contact with Ree. Now, you can probably tell that I could give a shit about mores and folkways or even laws that say I can't sleep with my sister if that's what will help her in forming her new self."

"'Her new self'?" asked Holly with a puzzled expression.

"Generally speaking," said Jenn, "most rape victims reach a moment of truth when they realize they cannot go back to being the person they were before the event. They just fucking can't go back to that, partly because that self was vulnerable. That vulnerability is why it was so impossible Ree had sex with us. Rape victims cannot trust physical contact with others because they cannot trust themselves. Yet, somehow, her fucked up mind placed the two of us in the position of people who could be trusted. Not that I would ever want you to try, but you could find a thousand other virgin ED nurses from similar backgrounds as Ree and there would never be another who would choose this path to recovery from witnessing her true love's murder right before her own rape and near-murder. She is unique. The new self she is building, the stronger version of Ree, will be unique. You know what's actually hysterical?"

Holly asked, "What's that?"

Jenn replied, "Before the event, she hated to be called 'Ree.' She usually told me to stop calling her that. She doesn't anymore and now, because she doesn't correct me, a whole bunch of her friends call her 'Ree.' I think it's part of her new self-image. Ree is stronger than Marie was. Of course, that part is all theory and conjecture on my part. Anyway, long story short, Marie will be fine on the witness stand. The only fantasies she has revolve around you."

Holly asked, "You don't think that will affect her testimony or her cross-examination?"

"Will they be asking any questions about her relationship with you?"

"No," Holly admitted.

"Then, no," said Jenn. "She'll be just fine."

"How much of this does Ree know?" asked Holly.

"All of it," Jenn admitted proudly. "I'm completely honest with my sister."

"Geez, you two."

Jenn and Holly went to the restaurant to meet the others. There were empty seats on either side of Marie, both with big salads and raspberry iced teas served in front of them. Jenn took the seat between Marie and Chloe and Holly took the other vacant seat. The others had started but no one was finished with their lunch yet. Jenn dug right in to her salad.

"So," Marie asked Jenn, "what were you two saying about me?"

"Oh, you know," Jenn said between bites, "we talked about your schizophrenic episodes and your coping mechanisms and whether or not that would affect your testimony."

Marie asked, "What was the verdict?"

Holly answered, "Make sure you speak clearly in to the microphone on the witness stand." Marie grinned at that and continued eating her lunch.

Bobby hadn't bathed in a few days and didn't smell very good but he didn't give a flying fuck. He was here. That was all that mattered. On the night Bobby's friends were arrested, Bobby got a text from Tony saying to run and not to go home. Bobby ran to the Walt Whitman shops and went to a department store to watch the news on the televisions there. He saw the news report about his friends being arrested for rape and murder. Bobby followed the story in discarded Newsdays he found and learned when the rape trial was. He went to a pawn shop in Huntington Station and got a Glock. He began hanging out in Hecksher State Park and watched the Central Islip Courthouse carefully. He knew his best chance of getting in was on a Sunday night, when security was at its lowest.

He walked over to the courthouse after midnight the Sunday night/Monday morning before the trial. He walked around the building until he saw a ground floor window that had books stacked against it. He saw the latch that locked the window through the glass and placed his gray hoodie over it. He struck the glass through the hoodie with the butt of his Glock. The glass broke, but did not make a lot of noise. The hole he made in the glass was big enough to fit his finger in to open the latch. He opened the window, listening for an alarm and braced himself to run. After waiting a few minutes, he decided no one was coming. He pushed the books off the cabinet they were stacked on and climbed in through the window on to the cabinet. He closed the window and went to the closest desk to pick up a tape dispenser. He covered the small hole in the window with tape, blocking the breeze the hole created. Bobby then put the books back on the cabinet in as good of an order as he could remember. He returned the tape to the desk he got it from and waited, listening for movement in the hall. Eventually, Bobby left the office he was in and went to the nearest stairwell. He knew, from a job he once had, that stairwells were a great place to hide. You could hear people coming and you could move away from sounds at the same pace they were moving towards you. Bobby half-slept in the stairwell, always waking whenever he thought he'd heard a noise. He waited until after the courthouse opened to make his move.

Bobby found his way to the courtroom where his friends were being tried. Bobby had no idea about the overwhelming evidence against them. He knew in his heart that if he could get that bitch to shut up, his friends would go free. He knew this was a suicide mission. He accepted that. It didn't matter. He was here now and he was going to put things right.

Bobby sat in the back row of the gallery. He thought he saw the bitch he and his friends fucked but then saw there were two of her. She was twins? One "twin" was holding hands with a cute redhead and one was talking to a hot blonde in a pixie cut hairdo. Bobby scrunched himself down in the bench so they wouldn't see him. At last, his friends were led into the courtroom. This would be over soon, thought Bobby. He was here now and he was going to put things right.

Bobby missed his opportunity when the judge dismissed them for lunch. He still wasn't sure which twin was the bitch he needed to kill and he didn't know how many shots he'd be able to get off. He hung back and waited. He'd let her take the stand, so he'd know which girl was the right one and then he would kill her when she came back to sit down in the gallery.

Ebonee called Marie to the witness stand. She was ready. She knew she could get through this. She told the story of that night, her wedding night, pausing only when Ebonee interrupted her to ask questions. She finished her testimony and was asked to identify her attackers. This was the part she was nervous about. She had to look her attackers in the eye and tell the world these were the men who raped her. She looked up at Tony's familiar smiling face and noticed someone behind him. As she pointed out Tony to the court, she recognized Bobby in the back row of the gallery glaring at her. Marie identified the four on trial and was just about to point out Bobby when Ebonee interrupted her to enter into the record she had identified the accused. Marie tried to be polite when she said that she wasn't finished pointing out her attackers to the court. Ebonee looked completely lost and Marie pointed out Bobby. She'd done it. That was six out of six. She'd finally found them all. She didn't have time to be relieved, though.

Bobby stood up and shouted at Marie, calling her a bitch and fired a gun at her. How the hell did he get here? How did he get into the courthouse with a gun? Was this another schizophrenic episode? The first shot narrowly missed Marie. She heard it hit the wall behind her but she never flinched. She didn't move. She had no idea if this was real. Bobby got off a second shot before being tackled hard by the bailiffs in the back. She was hit in the shoulder. She knew from the pain this was real. She didn't panic, though, as others in the courtroom did. This was a shoulder hit. She had seen enough of these at work to know she would live. Her left arm would be in a sling for a while -- she would have to go on limited duty at work -- but she would live through this. Marie was just about to stand up so she could assure her friends and family here that she was ok when a third shot went off. Marie froze in her tracks. The bailiffs in the back stood up one at a time.

When the bailiffs tried to wrestle the gun away from Bobby, he refused to be arrested and he shot himself. The court was sealed and the judge banged the gavel until everyone stopped and paid attention. A recess was called and court would reconvene in the morning.

"Do not let them get a fucking mistrial," said Holly to Ebonee while the doctor was checking on Marie's shoulder. The doctor was an Emergency Department doctor from Marie's job whom she trusted who had been in the gallery today. Jenn and Chloe were in the room with Marie and the doctor while Ebonee, Isolde and Holly were out in the hallway. "You know that's what they're going to ask for. Don't let them have this. Finish your examination of the witness, hand her over for cross and keep the trial going."




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 04



"I know how to do my job, Ms. Sullivan," said Ebonee coolly.

"Oh, yeah?" asked Holly. "Even the part of your job that says to keep your witnesses safe? How did a wanted fucking fugitive get into the largest courthouse in New York State with a fucking gun?"

"I have no idea," said Ebonee honestly, "but believe me, I am going to find out."

Just at that moment, the doctor emerged from the makeshift treatment room they had set up in the courthouse. Holly stepped in front of him, keeping him from walking away without acknowledging her.

"Excuse me, Doctor," said Holly anxiously. "How's Ree?"

"Ree's just fine," said Doctor Pavel. "I removed the bullet and put her left arm in a sling. She is the most unshakable nurse I have ever met. I damned near peed myself when that first shot was fired and she did not even cringe from it. She is an amazing woman. I expect she will want to continue her testimony tomorrow and I have no objections to that. I will be here tomorrow to monitor her and I'll set up an appointment to examine her later in the week."

Holly said, "Thank you, Doctor," and Ebonee and Isolde echoed that sentiment a few seconds later.

Jenn wanted to be with her sister on the way back home, but they'd taken separate cars to get to the courthouse and Jenn didn't want Chloe to drive home by herself. Jenn had suggested that Ree should ride back with them, but Holly insisted on driving Marie home to give her a pep talk about tomorrow. It amused Jenn that she thought of the house in Lindenhurst as Chloe's home, too. Chloe had been living in Jenn's -- their -- room for the last few months now, since just before this trial was put on the calendar. Jenn loved Chloe as intensely, but in a very different way, as she loved Ree. Chloe was a fiery redhead in many different ways. She was opinionated and stuck to her guns. She was a demoness in the sack and she was a fiercely protective lover.

Jenn had always seen herself as bisexual before meeting Chloe. There were quite a few things Chloe changed since moving in. Jenn used to love toys; she had a huge drawer full of them. Chloe preferred using her hands, mouth and body during sex so Jenn got rid of her toys and gave them all to Ree. She occasionally heard a mechanical grinding sound coming from Ree's room that confirmed at least some of the toys were being put to use. Jenn no longer thought of herself as bi. She had "come over to the Vag side" as Chloe had once put it. Chloe has expanded Jenn's knowledge of music and introduced her to gushy romance novels. When she was absolutely sure Chloe was staying, Jenn used her savings from working part time as a Massage Therapist to buy a bigger bed. Of course, the bed wasn't the only place they had sex and the bedroom was not the only room they fucked in, but the larger bed also made sleeping more comfortable.

Chloe, who was driving, could see that Jenn was lost in thought. She cleared her throat and said, "Hey, gorgeous..."

"Huh?" was Jenn's distracted reply.

"I've given dissertations that didn't take as long as your chat with Holly," Chloe said with a smile. "What were you two talking about?"

"Just what I said at lunch," said Jenn. "Holly got nervous because Ree had made a comment to her that implied she thought Holly was the second chair and they had been sitting together at the lawyer's table."

"But Holly had said she wouldn't be able to be second chair and Ree would only sit at that table at a civil trial."

"That's not how Ree remembers that conversation," said Jenn.

"Aw, shit," said Chloe with sudden understanding. "She had a schizophrenic episode?"

"Yep," replied Jenn. "Apparently in her mind she thought it would be safer to sit between the lawyers and that's the fantasy she was living out in court today. I think she got back to reality during her testimony."

"I don't know," confided Chloe. "Did you see her blank reaction when that douchebag shot at her? She was not reacting to the environment around her. Could his presence have triggered another episode?"

"Huh," said Jenn, pondering. "I doubt it. She has always had a rock solid grasp on reality as far as those motherfuckers were concerned. She was also really looking forward to that douchebag being found. She probably would have burst her blouse buttons with pride if he didn't try to kill her."

"How did he get it through the metal detectors at the door?" asked Chloe. "Do you think it was a non-metallic gun?"

"You've been watching too many old Bruce Willis movies," said Jenn. "The Glock 17 is not a ceramic gun. If he had gone through the security checkpoint, they would have found that fucking thing. He must have found another way in."

Chloe's forehead wrinkled in a way Jenn found very cute and she asked, "Is there another way in?"

"I don't know," said Jenn. "It's a huge fucking building. I'm sure there has to be more than one way to get in there. My father always says that with enough persistence and determination you can accomplish anything. Maybe the douchebag was brighter than he looked. You're the one who's a genius. Why don't you research it and see what you come up with?"

Chloe giggled and said, "I do love taking on intellectual projects that have nothing to do with grades..."

"I know you do," said Jenn, smiling. Jenn noticed they were passing Ree's hospital. She hadn't realized they were on Main Street. Main Street in West Islip became Montauk Highway in Babylon. They would be passing Argyle Park, where some of Ree's wedding pictures were taken. Jenn, who usually traveled west rather than east to school and work every day, just realized at that moment that Ree passed that park and the waterfalls there on the way to work and back.

"You're distracted again," said Chloe.

"I'm just thinking about Ree."

"Duh," said Chloe. "What specifically were you thinking?"

"Wedding photos we took just up ahead on the right at that park," said Jenn. "I was also thinking about the lovers I brought home to share with her."

"You brought them home to help her," said Chloe. "You told me every single one of them was a senior at St. John's University studying Human Sexuality or Psychology with a concentration in Human Sexuality."

"I know," said Jenn glumly. "I just wonder if my 'feed a fever' approach did her any good."

"You've always checked in with Ree's therapist, Dr. Clarke," said Chloe. "He never tried to stop you; and it's not like you were sneaking around her back. You've always been completely honest with Ree."

"I love you."

"I know," said Chloe. "I love you, too, gorgeous.

John Mark Sullivan was one of those guys who went by all three of his names. He was known by "John," "Mark," and by "Sullivan" by different friends. What his friends called him told him where he knew that friend from. John was married to a gorgeous lawyer named Holly. Holly had what John considered a perfect body and her platinum hair in a pixie cut was just the hottest thing he had ever known. Holly had several girlfriends who were also hot. On Friday nights, the Sullivans would go to dinner at the friends' house and play board games after dishes were done. John was at a department store at the Walt Whitman Shops buying the newest version of Apples to Apples and Twister. He had no shame. He freely admitted that he thought all of the four women he shared Friday evenings with were hot, especially his wife. He had no plans to cheat on Holly, but that didn't mean he couldn't imagine getting his clothed body wrapped up with the clothed bodies of four incredibly beautiful women. He had a huge grin that frightened the cashier when his order was rung up.

Now that Holly was on her way home and Chloe and the Stevens sisters were settling in to eat dinner in front of the television, Marie allowed herself to relax a little. There was a lot of love in this house and she was grateful for it. When everyone was finished eating, Chloe cleared the plates. The three of them were sharing the sofa with Jenn in the middle. Now that Chloe had taken her dish, Marie lay down on the sofa and rested her head on Jenn's left thigh. When Chloe returned from the kitchen, she mirrored Marie and rested her head on Jenn's right thigh. Jenn smiled and lazily brushed her fingers through the hair of the two women she loved most in this world. Jenn didn't want to move when she became conscious of the fact that Marie and Chloe had fallen asleep. She picked up the remote and turned the volume down. She then flipped channels until she found a show called Women of Ninja Warrior. She put down the remote and gave in to the fun insanity of this program. The women on this show had to get through an immense obstacle course. Jenn found herself quietly cheering, groaning and oooing as the competitors made their attempts. She had fallen asleep to the show and didn't stir until an infomercial was suddenly blaring. She lowered the volume again before turning off the set.

Jenn gently shook the two women asleep on her legs to no avail. When their heads eventually moved, and Jenn was able to stand up, she got a horrible case of pins and needles. She massaged out her thighs and when the parasthesia was gone, she carried Chloe upstairs to their bed. Jenn came back and walked a very groggy Marie to her bed and came back downstairs to do the dishes. She was exhausted when she finished this task and lumbered her way back to her room. She stripped Chloe without waking her, undressed and spooned with her lover before covering them both with a comforter.

In the morning, Chloe woke Jenn with a kiss and they got up to shower together. After they were dried and dressed, Jenn knocked on Ree's door as they passed it to go downstairs. While Jenn and Chloe fixed breakfast, they heard Marie's shower turn on.

"You need any help up there?" Jenn called up to the second floor.

"I'm good," came the muffled reply.

When Marie emerged for breakfast, she was dressed beautifully in a blue skirt suit. The only distraction from her marvelous appearance was the sling around her left arm.

"How long do you have to wear that hideous thing?" Chloe asked.

"I have to wear this hideous thing until my shoulder can handle the weight of my arm without straining."

Marie called Holly on her cell and told her she'd be riding into the courthouse with Jenn and Chloe and that they would meet her out front. After she hung up, the three housemates had breakfast and Jenn and Chloe did the dishes. Marie opted out by pointing to her sling.

Ebonee had convinced the judge not to declare a mistrial. She said her witness was ready to conclude her testimony and the increased security would prevent any further disruptions. Marie was happy when Ebonee called her to say the trial was still on. Ebonee went over her notes to see what questions she had left to ask Marie. She was a little nervous about Marie on the cross-examination, but soon understood clearly that now that she'd been injured on the stand, any grilling the defense did of her would increase the jury's sympathy for her. Ebonee waited for Isolde in the courtroom. Hopefully, this day would not be as crazy as the day before.

"All Rise!"

Marie stood with the rest of the court. She recognized that she was in the front row of the gallery, behind the prosecution, between Holly and Jenn. Chloe was sitting on the other side of Jenn. Her parents, Catherine and Harry, were sitting directly behind her and Dr. Patel was on Catherine's right side. There was no one in a gray hoodie in the gallery. The bullet hole was still in the wall behind the witness stand but there was no blood on the walls or on the floor of the gallery where Bobby had taken his life. Environmental services must have worked overtime.

"Be seated."

Ebonee called Marie back to the stand and she was reminded that she was still under oath. Marie acknowledged that and took her seat. Ebonee asked two follow up questions about her ability to identify the accused before telling the judge she had no further questions.

Steve, the Public Defender, stood up and looked at the star witness for the prosecution with her arm wrapped in a sleeve. Steve was so pissed he couldn't convince the judge to declare a mistrial. There was really very little he could do to win this case now. He asked again how the witness was able to recognize his clients three months after her terrifying ordeal and got an answer he wasn't expecting.

Marie answered that her job as an Emergency Department nurse had trained her to pay attention to details during even the most apocalyptic and chaotic occurrences. She needed to have a good memory for names and faces during a crisis because there needed to be an absolute assurance that the patients did not get the wrong medication or get sent to the wrong test because of a room change. There were safeguards against that, such as checking the names on the patient's ID bracelet, but it was still important to put names to faces and remember them both just to make sure. There were a few nodding heads from the jurors as she said this and the Public Defender declared that he had no further questions. The judge told Marie she could step down. Marie returned to her seat. Jenn and Holly held her hands and she could feel hands on her shoulders. From the number of hands and the angles, she decided it was her parents and Dr. Patel.

"Your honor," said Ebonee, "the State rests."

Holly squeezed Marie's hand. She had done so well on the stand. She knew Marie had won the hearts of the jury. She prayed silently that the second trial, the murder trial against Marlon, would not be quite as exciting as this trial had been. There were very few times in her life Holly had found herself to be surprised in a courtroom. Yesterday had certainly been one of those days.

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Thanks for reading.  



The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 05



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains violence, including forced male-on-male sex. It also contains masturbation, lesbian sex, interracial sex, group sex and married couple sex; in no particular order.

In the previous chapters, a young nurse named Marie Stevens Melar was gang raped on her wedding night minutes after witnessing the violent murder of her husband. Marie and her younger sister, Jenn Stevens, moved in together. Jenn is pursuing a Master's Degree in Psychology and is a licensed Massage Therapist. Discovering that Marie has sexual desires, which is uncommon for rape victims so soon after the event, Jenn tries to show Marie the gentle side of sex by bringing home sexual partners to share. Jenn has one lover, Chloe Drasher, she is not sharing with Marie. Marie is seeing a therapist on a regular basis and is making excellent progress. Marie has a strong support system, which includes Jenn, Chloe, Holly Sullivan (Marie's lawyer and a friend of Marie's late husband), Holly's husband, Jenn and Marie's parents, and people from work. Marie has identified her attackers and two trials were set up. Marie was shot at the first trial, but was still able to testify.

Thank you very much for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. Feel free to give constructive criticism. It lets me know what to work on. 

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Tony used to smile all the time. It drew people to him. Now, he did not remember how long ago it had been since he last smiled. He remembered, of course, why he stopped smiling. It was no longer painful, at least, and it was all Tony's fault, anyway. He never should have resisted. Axe was absolutely right when he punished Tony. Tony needed to be taught. Resistance was not acceptable behavior. Tony needed to learn that. Tony did not blame Axe for punishing him. It needed to be done, even if Tony didn't understand that at the time. Tony, back then did not -- could not -- see his place in the world. Tony's friends had that problem, too, in the beginning. Axe punished Tony's resistance, sensibly enough, by grabbing his flashlight and knocking out Tony's front teeth; top and bottom. Eight teeth were missing from the top and six from the bottom. Axe didn't really knock them out, obviously. He smashed them with the flashlight. Tony had to see the dentist who came to the prison on Thursdays. The dentist had to extract the remainders of the fourteen teeth. The dentist told Tony he could be fitted for partial dentures once his gums healed. By that point, Tony didn't want his dentures any longer. He had, since, learned his purpose and the dentures would interfere with that. Tony often wondered, since it ultimately led him to discovering his special gift, if perhaps it was good that he resisted on the first day inside. Not that Tony would ever think of resisting again. Axe taught him that lesson well. All Axe had been trying to do, really, was take the four convicted rapists to the shower room to honor the tradition. All new rapists here had to fulfill the tradition. Tony resisted being pulled into the shower room and Axe kindly smashed Tony's teeth in to put Tony in his place.

Tommy did not learn the lesson Axe was teaching and tried to fight. Axe allowed Tommy to punch him several times before Axe and the other guards beat Tommy to death. Since Tommy could not learn a lesson, he would teach one to the other three. Tony, Pete and Calvin quickly learned the new lesson and allowed the guards to escort them into the shower room. Axe removed Tony's clothing in an effortless speed that could only come from practice.

Tony had learned not to resist. His painful, bloody, mouth continually drove the lesson home. Tony would like to think it was Tommy's death that scared him into compliance but, truth be told, it was the pain and the blood. Tony was bent forward against a wall and his legs were kicked apart. Tony's coveralls were balled up and stuffed into his bloody mouth as his ass was penetrated. He assumed it was Axe who made him scream into his jury rigged gag, but he honestly had no idea. The sounds that, at first, seemed to be echoes turned out to be the muffled screams of Calvin and Pete as their asses were also violated.

Axe -- it had been Axe after all -- grunted in Tony's ear, "This... is what... rape... feels like. Do you... like it?"

Tony was, obviously, unable to speak and violently shook his head.

Axe asked, "Don't you love my big black dick in your scrawny white ass?"

It was replied by another vehement head shake.

Axe thrust in and asked, "Don't you love me shoving my big dick inside you?"

Tony answered with a fervent head shake.

"Oh?" asked Axe. "Then why the fuck would you shove your junk into someone who doesn't want it?"

Tony had no answer for that; even if he had been able to speak. Axe reared back and reamed the hell out of Tony's ass. He turned Tony away from the wall, while still fucking him, so Tony could see his friends getting ass raped. 

That day felt so long ago to Tony. Tony, after the initial rapist's tradition, was brought to his cell separately from his friends. Tony was thrown, almost literally, into a cell with a huge motherfucker who was introduced as Trunk. Trunk shoved Tony against the wall and fucked Tony's already bloody ass for what seemed like hours. Soon after that day, Tony learned he was not a person here. He was property; and he could be traded like a baseball card. That is, it turns out, exactly what happened. The one trade Tony saw, the first trade, was one week of his services as "bitch" in exchange for two cartons of menthol cigarettes and an unread magazine. He did not know what the other barters consisted of, nor did he know how many times he had been traded. Tony had long since lost track. From day one he had learned not to resist. This had evolved into someone walking up behind Tony and placing their hands on Tony's shoulders. Tony then walked to the nearest "private" area; he had quickly learned where those places were, removed his clothes and waited for further instructions. Some would simply fuck him. Some would tell Tony to clean their junk afterwards. Two insisted on a full on blowjob. That's when his purpose in life was discovered. Tony's gums had healed at that point. When he gave his first ever blow job, he tried to suck hard and the bald gums grazed his owner's dick. The sensation of the massaging gums sent Tony's owner over the edge. Tony sucked and swallowed as quickly as he was able. He swallowed the vast majority of the spunk.

Tony would never know this, but his value increased overnight. What Tony did notice was he was getting his ass reamed less and was giving more blowjobs. He had earned the nickname Gumby and did not have to worry about getting shanked. He was fairly safe because there were several people waiting to own his ass. After earning his new name, Tony was actually in a position to learn news about his friends. He learned Marlon's murder trial was coming up soon. He discovered that Pete, who wasn't strong enough to accept the life of a "bitch", tore up his bed sheets and wove them into a noose long enough to hang himself in his cell. Marlon aside, since Bobby killed himself in the courtroom, Tony and Calvin were the only ones left.

Chloe deftly tugged the V-neck collar of Jenn's top to expose Jenn's left breast. She massaged both of Jenn's breasts until her nipples resembled pink bullets. Jenn's hands gently massaged Chloe's ass and pulled Chloe closer. Chloe, then, cupped Jenn's breasts and squeezed her nipples. Chloe's pussy was getting wetter. She touched Jenn's cleavage, caressed her lovely globes and ran her fingers between Jenn's tits. Chloe's panties were soaked. Jenn and Chloe made out, their tongues softly pressing into each other's. Chloe kissed Jenn's bottom lip, ran her tongue across it, then kissed Jenn's full mouth again. After a few moments, Chloe bit Jenn's lip. Jenn moaned. Jenn took Chloe's hand, put it under Jenn's skirt and pressed it against her panties. Jenn's soft panties were thoroughly drenched. Chloe could feel her cunt swell. Chloe felt Jenn's slit and her swollen outer lips over the outside of the soaking panties. Through the panties, Chloe traced her fingers up Jenn's wet pussy and pressed her index finger into Jenn's slit. Chloe rubbed her fingers against Jenn's sopping pussy through her panties. Jenn's breathing became heavy and her cleavage was pronounced. Chloe kissed Jenn's chest and pulled Jenn's top over her head to better expose her amazing tits. Chloe unclasped Jenn's nude bra and bit each of Jenn's nipples. Chloe pressed her crotch against Jenn's thigh. Sensing what Chloe wanted, Jenn pushed her thigh into Chloe's pussy. Jenn was breathing heavily and loudly. Chloe bit Jenn's nipples harder and then sucked them hard, one after the other. Chloe kissed and licked and sucked. Chloe slid her tongue around Jenn's left nipple. Chloe put her whole mouth over Jenn's nipple to suck it hard. The talented redhead gently used her teeth on Jenn's nipple. Jenn moaned and arched her back in an attempt to push her breast farther in Chloe's mouth.

Chloe took Jenn's other nipple between her fingers and squeezed. Chloe pressed herself into Jenn's thigh and felt a small orgasm rise. Chloe could feel the heat emanating from her sex. Her fingers squeezing Jenn's tit, Chloe ran her other hand up between Jenn's thighs; up to the top of her thighs. The redhead could feel Jenn's wetness, but she stopped before reaching Jenn's pussy. Jenn's knees buckled slightly. Chloe closed the refrigerator door and sat Jenn on one of the stools at the kitchen island. Chloe squatted, somewhat, between Jenn's legs and pressed her face into Jenn's cleavage before giving her a quick motorboat. Jenn arched her back, put her hands on the back of Chloe's head and pulled Chloe in tightly. Chloe kissed her way down Jenn's body. Chloe kissed her way to the brunette's ribcage, eliciting another long moan from Jenn. Chloe kissed, nibbled and licked Jenn's body, covering Jenn's flat stomach and the sides of her waist. Jenn spread her legs, almost involuntarily for Chloe who quickly filled the void Jenn created. On her knees before Jenn, Chloe kissed everywhere. Chloe was feeling Jenn's almost D cup tits and hard nipples. She moved her fingers into Jenn's mouth for her to suck them. Chloe did not want a single part of Jenn to feel untouched.

Chloe unzipped Jenn's skirt. She opened the skirt and kissed her way to the top of Jenn's soaked panties. Chloe ran her tongue between the elastic band and the lovely flesh. Jenn let out another moan. Chloe licked Jenn's pussy through the drenched panties. Chloe loved licking the soft material and feeling Jenn's wet stickiness. Jenn rocked her hips and let out a sigh. Chloe was in love with how Jenn smelled and tasted. Through the panties, Chloe licked down the length of her cunt. She went down the dripping slit and back up. Chloe consciously avoided Jenn's clit. She licked Jenn's outer lips though the underwear. Chloe could feel with her tongue how swollen Jenn's outer lips were. Chloe licked the seam of the panties, her tongue darting between Jenn's outer lip and her inner thigh. Chloe lapped up Jenn's juices. There was a rhythm, at that moment, to how Jenn's hips moved. Through the underwear, Chloe pressed her tongue onto Jenn's clit. Jenn instinctively pressed into Chloe's face and made circular motions with her hips. Jenn moved faster and harder, pushing Chloe's head into her almost desperately. Jenn arched her back again and in a steady rocking motion, came hard in Chloe's face, through the panties. Jenn was gushing. Jenn rode Chloe's face as the redhead pulled the panties to the side and slipped two fingers smoothly inside Jenn. Jenn's pussy spasmed as she came again. Chloe pulled Jenn's panties down, putting her lips and tongue on Jenn's pussy and then covered Jenn's clit with her mouth.

Chloe was getting so horny at Jenn's shaved cunt that the redhead slid two fingers into herself. Chloe impatiently pulled her own thong down and, with some difficulty, extricated herself from it without falling over before she returned to touching herself and tasting Jenn. Chloe's tongue slid to the bottom of her dark haired lover's pussy to a soft wet spot and was instantly rewarded with a thrust of Jenn's hips. Chloe licked and let her tongue slide inside Jenn a tiny bit. Jenn let out a guttural moan. Chloe slid her tongue up Jenn's inner lips, to just under the clit, and then back down. Jenn was dripping wet and incredibly swollen. Chloe moved her tongue up near Jenn's clit again, then down and inside Jenn. Jenn thrust herself forward and slowly fucked Chloe's tongue. Chloe could feel the heat and wetness on her tongue. Jenn's pussy spasmed. Chloe put two fingers inside Jenn again and ran her tongue up the inner lips to the fold next to Jenn's clit. Chloe took the pink fold between her lips and licked Jenn. The red-haired lesbian pushed her tongue gently next to Jenn's clit in up and down movements.

Chloe was pleasuring herself with her other hand and felt her own orgasm approaching. Chloe slipped her two fingers out of Jenn so they could slowly return with a third. Chloe slid her fingers in then out, then slid them gently up either side of Jenn's inner lips towards the clit without touching her clit. Jenn moaned lovingly. Chloe rubbed her own clit faster and harder. She used her tongue and fingers on the spot just next to Jenn's clit. Chloe put her tongue directly on Jenn's clit, rubbing the sides with her fingers. Chloe felt her orgasm building as she rubbed her own clit. Chloe's pussy was aching and swollen. She felt ready to explode. Jenn started to grind into Chloe's face. Chloe's pussy began to spasm. Chloe's mouth was over Jenn's clit. Chloe's orgasm was growing in waves. Jenn grunted as she lurched her hips, began to grind, came hard and pulled Chloe's head into her cunt. Chloe then began to motorboat Jenn's cunt. Jenn's pussy tightened around Chloe's fingers and spasmed. Her hips continued to jerk into Chloe. Jenn's pressed the back of Chloe's head in deeper, threatening to smother her. When Jenn's orgasm subsided, Chloe licked and kissed Jenn's pussy, thighs and stomach before returning her attention to Jenn's pussy. Chloe was sitting on her knees on the kitchen floor; three fingers in her own cunt. Chloe sighed softly. She moved the fingers of her other hand, almost instinctively, back up to Jenn's pussy, up to Jenn's clit and back down. Chloe felt Jenn everywhere. Chloe stopped wherever Jenn responded and lingered on Jenn's sensitive spots. Chloe found her way around every sensitive area of Jenn's pussy with her fingers. Chloe brushed her tongue across the tip of Jenn's clit and broke away for a second as they both moaned. Chloe put her tongue back on the tip of Jenn's clit and moved it in tiny circles. Jenn grunted and moaned. 

Chloe pressed her own legs together as she savagely rubbed her own aching wet pussy. Chloe slid two fingers into Jenn's cunt, palm up, and then slid them outward pressing into the top of the inside of Jenn's pussy. Chloe pressed up inside Jenn's pussy, behind the pubic bone, and slowly slid her fingers back and forth. Jenn cried out in pleasure as Chloe was inside her pussy rubbing a ridge. Jenn moved her hips and Chloe sawed her fingers against the spot inside Jenn. Chloe circled Jenn's clit with her tongue. Jenn got wetter and her cunt swelled around Chloe's fingers. Jenn stopped moving but her moans were very loud. Jenn thighs and pelvic muscles quivered. Jenn's breathing was very fast as she continued to moan. Jenn's hips shot up off the stool as she grabbed Chloe's head. Jenn gushed on Chloe's fingers. Jenn made another circular motion with her hips; her breathing and moaning became stronger, louder and faster. Jenn held the back of Chloe's head and fucked her clit against Chloe's face, sliding back and forth against her. Jenn took control of the hand Chloe had inside her. She pistoned Chloe's fingers in and out of her cunt. Jenn made high-pitched gasping sounds, still using Chloe's fingers to fuck herself. Chloe touched her own pussy with her free hand and was surprised at how wet she still was. Chloe returned two fingers inside her own pussy and pressed her clit into her palm. Chloe's pussy clamped around her fingers as her hips jerked. She moaned into Jenn's pussy and licked her clit hard. Jenn fucked herself faster with Chloe's slender fingers. They were incredibly loud as they each had a mind-numbing orgasm. When they each returned to earth, both still breathing hard, they looked lovingly into each other's eyes. Marie burst into the kitchen.

"Sorry," Marie said. "Coffee emergency."

"Shit," said Jenn. "I completely forgot why I came in here."

"Probably to get something to eat," suggest Marie, "before you got eaten instead. Is there a room in this house you two have not been intimate in?"

"Your room," Jenn and Chloe said very nearly in unison.

"And it's staying that way," said Marie. "God, a few month ago I would have dragged both of you in there with me and fucked until we lost the ability to walk. I just don't crave sex anymore. I have no idea why not."

"Most likely because you're no longer projecting a protector status on Holly," offered Chloe. "I'm not as good as J is at expressing Psychological Theory in laymen's terms but it would seem, keeping in mind that correlation does not mean causality, that you essentially faced your fears head on and so your subconscious no longer needed to shield you from reality. At the trial, you became your own protector. As your libido was somehow tied to your subconscious need to please Holly and J, it vanished when you replaced them in your mind as protector and comforter, respectively."

"So, you're saying that I've been suffering from dementia?" asked Marie.

"Something like that," said Jenn. "When do you want to go to the cemetery?"

"Right after breakfast," said Marie. "I want to get home early. I'm going out tonight."

"Oh?" asked Chloe. "With whom are you going out?"

Marie casually replied, "Dharmesh."

"Wait," said Jenn, "you mean Dr. Patel?"

"Yes," said Marie. "He's taking me to a restaurant in Hicksville."

"Which one?" asked Chloe curiously.

"House of Dosa's," said Marie. "Dharmesh is a vegetarian and he thought it was too soon to cook for me in his home, so we're going to Hicksville."

"That is such an unfortunate name for such a nice town," said Chloe.

"So," asked Jenn, "is this a date?"

"I guess so," said Marie demurely. "It's a storefront restaurant but he asked me to dress up."

"Good for you, Sis," said Jenn. "Let me shower and dress real quick so we can go to Calverton right after breakfast."

Jenn took longer thn she expected because Chloe joined her in the shower and they became distracted. Marie sipped her coffee but didn't start breakfast until she was joined by her housemates. As they ate, they chatted casually.

Every other Saturday, on Marie's weekends off, the three ladies would ride east to Calverton National Cemetery and visit the grave of Marie's husband, Trent. Jenn and Chloe would silently hold her hands as Marie talked to the grave marker about what was going on in her life. Today was no different, and yet it was. On this particular Saturday, Mrie seemed to be asking the grave marker for permission to go out on a date. Marie explained that she had been feeling an attraction to Dharmesh since returning to full duty status at work. She was shocked and elated when he asked her out. She felt guilty since it was just over a year since Trent died. This would not be schizophrenically induced sexual experimentation. This would be a date. If the two graduate level Psychology students saw anything strange about the young widow confessing her feelings to her husband's grave marker, neither let it show. Satisfied she had been completely honest to Trent's memory and to herself, the three lovely ladies headed home. The trip away from Calverton was always easier than the trip to it. Marie spent a big part of the afternoon preparing for her date while Jenn and Chloe cuddled together on the living room sofa and watched a movie.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 05



When Marie felt ready, she walked downstairs. Chloe noticed her first and let out a whistle. Marie was wearing a little black dress with spaghetti straps, matching two inch heels and a turquoise pendant on a silver chain. Her makeup was not heavy, but it was certainly more than she usually wore. Her long black hair was down and thoroughly brushed. Indentations in the dress proved Marie was wearing underwear, much to Chloe's disappointment.

Jenn looked at her older sister and said, "You look hot, Ree!"

"Thank you," Marie replied and then doubting herself asked, "How hot?"

"We'd do you," said Chloe and Jenn simultaneously.

"I believe you," said Marie, "but you two would do me after I'd worked a double, so I can't really trust that."

"Honestly, Ree," said Chloe, "you look perfect. You're going to turn heads."

"Thank you, Chloe," said Marie. Marie used to the being called "Ree," but over the last year had accepted the nickname fondly.

The date went well. Dharmesh's eyes went wide when he saw Marie. Her strapless bra had placed her breasts in a wonderful position. Dharmesh's eyes noticeably wandered to her cleavage more than once. As Chloe predicted, Marie turned heads at the restaurant. She smiled when she noticed this. Marie smiled again when she and Dharmesh accidently touched hands. They had been reaching for the same piece of naan. Marie looked at Dharmesh. He was tall, well over six feet, and very thin. His jet black hair was in a neat side part and it went well with his caramel colored skin and his smiling eyes. He was clean shaven with a very firm jaw. His large hands had long slender fingers. They chatted nonchalantly about almost every subject except work. They even talked about the upcoming trial against her husband's killer, and Dharmesh asked if it would be ok to attend as moral support. Marie said she saw no problem with that. 

Dharmesh confessed his attraction to Marie. Marie admitted her own attraction but said it would probably be some time before she could be more than a platonic companion. Dharmesh replied that if the most they could ever be was platonic companions, he would still die the happiest of men. Marie chuckled at this, and placed her hand on top of his across the table to thank him. When Dharmesh drove Marie home, he opened her car door for her, as he had all evening. He walked her to the front door. She kissed him gently and affectionately, albeit briefly, on the lips before going inside. Dharmesh all but floated back to his car.

The first thing Marie saw when she entered her home was the living room floor littered with female clothing she immediately recognized as what her housemates had been wearing that day. She then heard the grunting and moaning as the two lovers fucked each other silly. Marie doubted Chloe or Jenn noticed her coming in or going upstairs as they repeatedly crashed their pussies into each other. Marie drew herself a bath, generously pouring in the bath salts. She undressed, slowly, feeling her body as she did. She stepped carefully into the warm tub and felt wonderful as the water covered her body. Not wanting to have to deal with drying her long hair, Marie pinned it up tightly. Marie let her fingers rub the tips of her nipples. They were soon very hard. They were slippery in the nice smelling water. She pinched her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and pulled them to make them bigger and harder. Marie's cunt was aching to be touched. Marie could not explain the dichotomy. She wanted to be touched all over her body but did not want sex. Marie grabbed the bath sponge and got it wet. She rubbed it slowly on her pussy, sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, she rubbed the sponge back and forth on her aching crotch. Her speed gradually increased, but she stopped before she got herself off. Marie's right index finger played with her butthole absentmindedly.

In her mind, Marie began seeing faces of people she desired. Of all the people she'd ever had sex with, the three faces she settled on were those of people she'd never shared a bed with. They were Trent, Dharmesh and Chloe. She would never again be able to have sex with Trent and her mind let his image fade. The other two images were actual possibilities; one of whom was, at that moment, having sex one floor below her. Marie could not identify why it was important to imagine people she could actually have sex with considering she wasn't actually going to have sex. She stopped puzzling over that as her legs lifted out of the tub and she diddled her ass with her index finger. Her free hand moved from her breasts and she rapidly rubbed her clit. Marie imagined herself between Dharmesh and Chloe. She could almost feel the hands all over her body. Why was this feeling so good when the thought of actually fucking was so repellant? It was obvious that both Chloe and Dharmesh would love to fuck her. It was sweet they both respected her choice not to. Marie was causing small waves in the tub as she frigged her clit harder and harder and pumped her index finger in her ass. Downstairs, wrapped in each other's arms, Chloe and Jenn knew exactly what Marie was doing in the bathtub. She was a Screamer, after all.

John Mark Sullivan and his gorgeous wife, Holly, had their usual Saturday night romp. On this particular Saturday, they almost didn't make it to the bed. They had slowly undressed each other at the foot of the bed. When they each were naked, John slammed Holly's back against the wall and smothered her in kisses. He lifted her up, slid his cock inside her, pressed her body against the wall and fucked her brains out. Holly loved the control John had taken over her, slamming her into the wall. She wrapped her legs around John and used her linked ankles to urge him on. John felt his orgasm coming too soon. He pushed himself all the way inside Holly and carried her to the bed. He placed her gently on the mattress and carefully pulled out of her. Holly protested with a whimpering sound. She cheered up when he turned her over, guided her onto all fours and climbed on the bed behind her. This was the Sullivan's favorite thing: starting in the doggy position and transitioning to reverse cowgirl without John popping out of Holly. It took some practice, not that either complained, but it soon became the centerpiece of their sexual activities. Holly loved doing it in doggy; John's cock hit her in all the right places and she had been aching to be filled. As much as she loved doggy, she fucking adored when John's hand went to her shoulder and pulled her back. She would follow John's movements and before she knew it, the cowgirl was riding him hard while facing away from him. John had his hands on Holly's hips. She would give a signal if she needed him to lift her up and down on his rod.

Holly loved impaling herself repeatedly on John's huge cock. She loved the feel of her breasts as they bounced on her chest. She loved where his cock rubbed as she dragged her wet cunt up and down his pole. John loved giving control to Holly, which is also something she enjoyed. It made them each feel they could trust each other. John announced he was about to cum.

"Hold on, Babe," Holly moaned, "I'm almost there..."

Holly let her body sink down on John's shaft. His nuts were pressed against her ass. Holly started to grind against John's crotch, her hips moving in small circles. This became too much for John and his load fired into Holly like a water cannon. The gorgeous blonde was so close to cumming and the sudden geyser in her cunt sent her over the edge. Her hips bucked spastically, bouncing her tits violently as her entire body shook. When she finally came down from her orgasmic high, Holly rolled off John. His flaccid cock slipped out of her with a naughty wet sound. She lay next to him as they basked in the afterglow.

Sunday morning, at precisely 10:30, Marie's phone rang. Knowing what time it was, Marie did not bother to check her Caller ID. She knew it was Frank, Trent's brother. He called at the same time on her Sundays off. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hello, Frank," she answered. Frank could hear her smile over the phone.

"Someone's in a good mood," said Frank. "Marie, how do you always know it's me?"

"You're the only person who calls me on Sunday mornings," she stated.

"Oh," he replied. "Hey, I just wanted to tell you I'm coming up next week for the murder trial. I'm calling the Sheraton in Hauppauge right after I get off the phone with you."

Frank did not leave his Florida home for the rape trial, but he called Marie on a regular basis to check up on her. Despite the fact that her marriage lasted fewer than 6 hours and was never consummated, Marie still considered Frank to be her brother.

"Don't do that," said Marie. "I have a spare room you can use. There's something I want to talk to you about...."

Frank asked, "What's that?"

Marie replied, "If I felt comfortable talking about it over the phone, we'd already be talking about it,"

"Right," said Frank. "Will Chris be staying with you, too?""

"No, said Marie. "I spoke with him last week. He can't come to the trial because it's the busy season. He doesn't trust his staff to run the hotel."

When Frank's parents died, they left their sons with significant property holdings. Chris got a hotel in Maui. Marie would have stayed there on her honeymoon had she gone. Frank inherited a beach house on an island east of Miami and Trent got a beach house in Bridgehampton. Marie inherited the house from Trent and she rented it out seasonally.

"Yeah, that sounds like Chris, staying at home with Trish and the kids. When you live in Hawaii, just about every other place in the US looks like a shithole," Frank said glumly. "So, you going out on dates yet?"

"As a matter of fact, Mr. Nosey, I had a date last night," said Marie.

"Oh?" asked Frank, "What's his name?"

"Why?" asked Marie. "So you can Google him when I get off the phone with you?"

"No, of course not," said Frank. "I can Google him right now."

"Good luck with that," said Marie. "His name is Dharmesh Patel."

"He's from India?"

"Originally, yes," said Marie, "but he only has a slight accent. It's actually pretty sexy."

"I don't need to hear that," said Frank.

"Hey, Frank," said Marie in a suddenly serious tone, "I never meant to dishonor Trent's memory when I was having sex."

"I know that," said Frank. "You didn't dishonor anything. I just can't imagine you ever wanting to have sex again after what happened."

"It was the strangest thing," agreed Marie. "I mean, if you knew what Holly looked like..."

Frank interrupted, "I Googled her the first time you mentioned her. I found her picture on the website for Trent's firm. She is fucking hot!"

"Yeah, she is," concurred Marie. "Anyway, she has such a delicate touch and such wonderful lips that when my 'fight or flight' instincts kicked in, my body chose 'fuck.'"

"Good instincts," joked Frank. "Holy shit!"

"What?"

Frank said, "There are a ton of Dharmesh Patels out there."

"No shit, Google Boy," said Marie. "As I was saying, I can't describe what was going on in my head. To have this night you've been waiting so long for to end so horribly... To watch the man you've pledged the rest of your life to die so needlessly, knowing in your heart you will soon join him in death... To be taken so roughly and so degradingly... My body wanted to know what sex would have been like with a gentle lover, I guess. I really don't know why I accepted Holly."

"Well, there is the whole thing about her being hot as hell," suggested Frank.

"True," agreed Marie. "I accepted Jenn, too. I don't think I would have accepted Jenn if I hadn't already accepted Holly as a lover. My mind was pretty messed up. I really don't know. Then Jenn and her Psych major friends tried to help me separate sex from assault in my mind. I had a few flashbacks, but my lovers gave me the power to stop whenever I needed to. It really helped. They also gave me the power of choice and that was so important."

"So, now, you're choosing to abstain," said Frank.

"Yes," said Marie with a small sigh. "I don't know how long my celibacy will last, but it's comfortable for now."

"Are you dating the actor?" asked Frank.

"Pardon me?" asked Marie.

"Dharmesh Patel," clarified Frank. "Are you dating the actor?"

"No," said Marie. "The Dharmesh Patel I went out with last night is not an actor."

"That's a shame," said Frank. "The actor Dharmesh Patel is very handsome. He'd be a good match for you."

"Oy. Goodnight, Frank," Marie said. "I'll see you next week. Do I need to pick you up at the airport?"

"Don't be ridiculous," replied Frank. "We're rich. I'll get a car service."

After Marie got off the phone with Frank, Marie went downstairs for breakfast. Chloe was already in the kitchen.

She asked, "Was that Frank on the phone?"

"Of course," said Marie.

"He's very punctual," said Chloe. It was at that moment Marie noticed the sexy redhead was only wearing a thong.

"Oh, yeah," said Marie. "He's staying here next week for the trial, so wear a robe around the house, please."

"Oh, sure," said Chloe. "No problem. Oh, hey, Marie... Could you and I go shopping today?"

When Jenn woke up, much later in the day, it was to an empty bed. She eventually made her way downstairs and found a note Chloe had written for her sitting on the kitchen island.

J, Gone shopping with Ree. Be back some time in the late afternoon or early evening. Love you tons. CD

Jenn read the note several times as she tried to wake up. She ultimately remembered CD was Chloe Drasher. Having no one to hang out with, Jenn got dressed for a run after breakfast. She ran around Lindenhurst Beach for a while and then ran to Montauk Highway. She ran west on Montauk, wanting to see the Gatling gun on Wellwood Avenue. Jenn ran south on Wellwood all the way down to the fancy restaurant by the Marina before returning home. She saw Marie's car when she was nearing the house and enthusiastically sprinted to the front steps and quickly went in the house. Chloe and Marie had big smiles on their faces when they greeted Jenn in the living room.

"You jerks went shopping without me?" asked Jenn, a little hurt.

"Yep," said Chloe, brightly. "Only because most of the things we bought were for you. We got a lot. It's a good thing Ree is rich."

"So, what did you get?"

Without saying a word, Chloe took Jenn by both hands and led her upstairs to one of the spare rooms. She put her hand on the doorknob and gave one of those smiles that made Jenn weak in the knees.

"We're changing some of the rituals," said the lovely redhead.

"Which rituals?" asked Jenn with some concern in her voice. Jenn knew how important rituals were. You could never abandon a ritual, but it was ok -- and often important -- to modify a ritual.

"To start off with," answered Chloe, "Thursday night."

Jenn had a confused look on her face and asked, "Ree doesn't want massages anymore?"

Chloe laughed and replied, "What are you, nuts? Of course she still wants massages. It's just that the current ritual was not particularly fair to you, so we are amending it." Chloe opened the door and Jenn saw three brand new massage tables, a new sound system and a new table covered to near overflowing with bottles of many different types of massage oils. "So," Chloe explained, "in the new ritual, you will give a non-sexual massage to your sister. Then you will give a non-sexual massage to me. Then you will wash up and get naked and Ree and I will put on our new robes -- don't worry, you got one, too -- and together she and I will give you a non-sexual massage."

"You two are going to give me massages?" asked Jenn.

"She's a Registered Nurse and I know every inch of your body. I think we can handle this. Are you ok with the new ritual?"

"Yes," said Jenn. "I'm still giving more massages than everyone else, but that sounds very nice. What other rituals are changing?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to answer that over dinner," said Chloe with a sheepish grin. "We have reservations for six at Chateau La Mer."

"Why Chateau La Mer?"

Chloe asked, "Why not Chateau La Mer?"

"No reason," said Jenn. "I passed it on my run today."

"Well, now you can see the inside," Chloe said. "Take a shower and then put on the clothes Ree laid out for you on our bed."

"Ree laid out clothes for me?" asked Jenn. "Am I five?"

"Would you like to be treated as though you were five?" asked the hot-tempered ginger. "We bought you nice clothes. So take your frigging shower and get dressed."

Jenn apologized for her behavior and took her shower. Once under the hot water, she relaxed and began to get excited about a fancy dinner in nice clothes. This was the first time in as long as Jenn could remember that she showered without Chloe. She expected her lover to slip in behind her at any given moment. When it became obvious Chloe was not joining her, Jenn shaved her legs and vag, rinsed herself off thoroughly, turned off the water and stepped out of the tub. She wrapped her long black hair in one large towel and patted her body dry with another. When she felt suitably dry, Jenn walked out of the bathroom wearing only the hair towel. Chloe was waiting in the hall, naked. Jenn went to embrace her.

Chloe said, "Ah, ah, ah! There's no time for that. Get dressed."

Jenn walked sadly over to their bedroom and became excited again when she saw what was laid out for her. She had never seen a dress like this before. It had only one sleeve. It was a one shoulder, three-quarter sleeve, black and gold print dress that cut off mid thigh. Next to it on the bed was a black strapless bra, matching panties, black stockings and garter belt, gold pumps with three inch heels and a box with gold earrings and a stunning gold necklace. There was also a black lace wrap. Jenn was instantly sorry for making fun of them laying clothes out for her. As Jenn finished putting on the new clothes that fit her perfectly, she heard the shower stop. A few minutes later, the shower started again and Jenn realized that Ree would be coming with them. After seeing her gorgeous attire, Jenn had hoped this was a date. There was a knock on the door and Chloe's voice asked, "Are you decent in there?"

"Since when do you care?" asked Jenn.

"I don't want to jump you before dinner," said Chloe's voice through the door. "Meet me in the living room when you're dressed."

"I'll be there soon," said Jenn.

"I can't wait," said Chloe's voice and Jenn heard her walk downstairs.

Jenn heard Marie's shower end as she was halfway down the stairs. When Jenn entered the living room, her heart stopped. Chloe was in the most amazing asymmetrical dress. The top of the dress was hot pink with crisscross straps. The dress has two skirts. The under skirt was black and cut off about two inches below Chloe's crotch. The top skirt was made mostly of sheer black tulle. The back of the tulle skirt rested around Chloe's ankles but the front scooped up to just below where the under skirt cut off, framing Chloe's magnificent legs beautifully. She had black high-heeled open toed shoes with three inch heels and a lovely silver rope necklace.

When Jenn could finally speak, she said, "You were worried about jumping me?"

"I still am, J," said Chloe, eyeing Jenn up and down.

Chloe's normally unruly red hair had been thoroughly brushed out and cascaded nicely to just a few inches below her shoulders. To Jenn, it made Chloe look more fuckable than usual, which was saying something.

Chloe did a little twirl and asked, "You like?"

"Are you nuts?" asked Jenn. "I passed like and I'm halfway to lust." Jenn gave the best twirl she could in heels and asked, "What do you think?"

"I think Ree better get her ass down here before these exquisite dresses are balled up on the floor and I drive my tongue into every orifice you have," said Chloe with a wicked smile.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 05



"I'm here," said Marie from near the top of the stairs. "Keep your dresses on."

Chloe had walked up to Jenn and ran her fingers through the long black hair that reached the middle of Jenn's back. Marie entered the living room and Jenn was stunned. Marie was wearing a pink ruched satin gown with capped sleeves and a diamond necklace. Her pink open toed shoes had five inch heels. Her hair was down and her makeup was elegant.

"So," Marie said, "are you ladies ready to turn some heads?"

As they drove to Chateau La Mer, Jenn made a mental note that as lovely as her run had been, driving to the restaurant was much better. It was hard to believe Hurricane Sandy had done damage to Chateau La Mer. It looked incredible.

Dinner was a sumptuous affair and Jenn began to fear her amazing dress wouldn't fit anymore. When their waitress left to fetch the desserts and coffees the ladies had ordered, Chloe did something Jenn wasn't expecting. Chloe stood up, faced Jenn, pulled a small black box from her new clutch purse and got down on one knee. Chloe was giving an amazing free show. Her under skirt rode up and revealed her lacy black thong, which was tight enough to show cameltoe.

"J," Chloe said in her heavenly voice, "you are the most incredible person I've ever met. Everything, even breathing is harder without you. Jennifer Anne Stevens, would you do me the incredible honor of marrying me?"

Jenn was shocked. She did not see this coming. Chloe opened the box to reveal the ring. It held a huge fucking diamond in a Marquise setting. Jenn managed to close her gaping mouth and then blurted out, "Yes! Oh. My. God. Yes, yes, yes!" She then cleared her throat and calmly said, "Yes, Chloe Rachel Drasher, I will marry you."

Chloe got up, put the ring on Jenn's finger and kissed her gently on the lips. Marie, most of the wait staff and several other patrons began to applaud. Jenn looked around and was surprised. No one seemed angry about the two lesbians who just got engaged. Everyone, especially Ree, seemed happy. Chloe returned to her seat but never let go of Jenn's hand.

"Ree," Jenn said, "I hope you like that dress. I think you'll be wearing that as my matron of honor."

"I love this dress," said Marie, "but I think we can find something even better for the wedding. Besides, you haven't even picked out your colors yet. Oh, and since I'm a widow, I'd be your maid of honor. Let's not talk about me, though. This is your night, Sis."

"So," Jenn said, looking at her amazing ring, "I guess this is the reason you said it's a good thing Ree is rich."

"Well, that and some of the big stuff," said the newly engaged redhead, "but the deliveries don't start until tomorrow."

"'Deliveries'?" asked Jenn.

Chloe gave a sheepish grin and said, "We, uh, couldn't fit everything in the car."

As the three stunning women were leaving Chateau La Mer, Marie got a call on her cell phone from Dharmesh. He thanked her for a lovely evening and asked to take her out in two weeks, on her next Saturday off. She happily accepted.

Marie hung up and stopped walking to the car, saying, "Holy shit. He called the next day."

They were all chatting cheerfully on the drive home. It had been such an amazing day for each of them. They arrived to find a bouquet of pink roses on the porch along with a delightful card from Dharmesh.

Monday evening, when Jenn and Chloe came home from school, Marie greeted them with a huge smile and led them by hand to the first delivery. Once she knew where they were headed, Chloe knew exactly what she would see but Jenn was still clueless. Marie led them out the back door onto their deck and right up to their new outdoor hot tub.

"Holy shit," was all Jenn could say. She said it so many times it sounded like a chant.

"Um, there were a few other things we bought yesterday you haven't seen yet," said Chloe with a grin. "More often than not, I'm going to be naked in this bad boy, but Frank Melar is staying with us during the trial so we picked up new bikinis for each of us."

Jenn preferred to buy her own swimwear, generally, but after the amazing dress and underwear they bought for her she was sure she would love the bikinis. Jenn smiled as she thought of the stylish clothes she wore to dinner the night before. As predicted, the amazing dresses were balled up on the floor before Chloe sank her tongue in all three of Jenn's orifices. Chloe was the first to strip off her clothing and climb into the hot tub. She did not wait long for company. The three gorgeous housemates had an incredible soak together.

As Jenn emerged naked from the incredible hot tub, the house phone rang. Since she was the closest, Jenn answered and was delighted to hear her father's voice on the other end.

"Hi, Daddy," said Jenn, "how are you?"

"I'm just peachy, baby girl," answered Harry Stevens. "How are you?"

"I'm really good, Daddy, but I have to tell you something. Do you remember Chloe?"

"Of course I remember Chloe," said Harry. "I'm only 57. I'm not that senile yet. I just saw her yesterday morning, for crying out loud."

"What do you mean you saw her yesterday?" asked Jenn.

"She and Marie stopped by the house yesterday morning so Chloe could ask for my blessing," said Harry.

"She asked for your blessing?" asked Jenn, a little shocked.

"Of course she did," said Harry. "That is a very sensible young woman you're engaged to."

"You know I'm engaged and you're ok with it?" asked Jenn.

"I gave her my blessing, so I guess I'm ok with it," joked Harry. "Were you worried I wouldn't be?"

"A little," Jenn confessed.

"Stop worrying, then," said Harry. "Mother and I are very pleased."

"Mom knows too?" asked Jenn.

Harry chuckled and said, "She grilled the hell out of that little red haired girl. She was asking her about living arrangements and doctorates and adoptions and all sorts of damned things. Chloe stood up to the interrogation like a trooper. I couldn't possibly refuse to give her my blessing after that."

It was at that moment that Chloe, still naked, walked by Jenn. Jenn grabbed Chloe by the waist and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Jenn excused herself from her father, handing the phone to Marie, and thanked Chloe for getting her father's blessing. Jenn never would have thought of it but now that Chloe had, it meant the world to her. The kiss continued for a long time. Marie gave the play-by-play of the kiss to Harry, until Jenn heard what she was doing and she escorted Chloe up to their room.

On Tuesday, a portable wine fridge was delivered and set up on the deck by the hot tub. Wednesday, there were several deliveries. There was a huge grill. There were outdoor space heaters. There were pink stones that were set up to form a large patio beyond the deck. There was a huge patio table and eight matching chairs. There were two new plasma screen TVs; one of which was weather-proof and set up so it could be seen from the hot tub. The other replaced the living room TV. The living room TV went up to one of the spare rooms which also received a new bed. This would be Frank's room. They almost had to cancel the Wednesday movie ritual for that week. Fortunately, the delivery men got everything worked out in time. Thursday, the new massage ritual went into effect, aided greatly by the existence of the hot tub and the outdoor plasma. Friday night, Dinner and Board Game Night was updated to include the hot tub, wine fridge, barbeque grill, patio table and chair and the space heaters. Since they were sharing the hot tub with John Sullivan, Marie insisted on swimsuits. Chloe had bought swim trunks for Frank Melar and lent a pair to John. Holly borrowed one of Marie's new bikinis. When John saw the four hot women in bikinis, there was a tent pole in his borrowed trunks; all the women noticed it. Jenn approved of all of her new bikinis and selected a classic black one for the evening. Obviously, with everyone wearing swimsuits, John's suggestion of playing Twister was quickly vetoed. Once dried and inside, the group played a version of Trivial Pursuit where you can bet whether or not the person asked will get the correct answer. Marie did very well betting Chloe would always be right.

At one point during the game Holly asked Marie, "Are you ready for the trial?"

"I'm not having fantasies about you, if that's what you're asking," replied Marie. "I know I am a witness for the prosecution and I am not the plaintiff. I know you are not on the team for the prosecution. I know everything Marlon said and did that night and I'm ready to testify."

Holly said, "So, in other words, 'Yes.'"

"'Yes,'" concurred Marie.

Frank arrived on Saturday. He'd taken a private plane from his island to MacArthur Airport and was met by a chauffeur who drove him to Lindenhurst. Marie had just gotten home from work and was reluctant to hug Frank in her sweaty scrubs but Frank insisted. After Marie showered and changed, Chloe cooked dinner on the grill and they all dined on the patio. After dinner dishes were done, as the newly engaged women went upstairs to pick out bikinis to wear into the hot tub, Marie asked Frank to talk with her in the living room.

"Why do I feel like I'm being called into the principal's office?" asked Frank.

"I don't know, Frank. Why do you?"

"Because this is the first time we've met face-to-face since Trent's funeral and I'm feeling very guilty for what I did," confessed Frank.

"I want you to stop that," said Marie. "Stop feeling guilty. You didn't kill Trent. You didn't rape me. You forgot to fill the gas tank. That's what you did. If you'd remembered, would our tire have still gone flat? Would we still have been attacked by scumbags? I don't know and you don't know. There are rough sections of Long Island and I have no clue what might have been. It's wrong to ask what might have been. All we have is the here and now. So, here and now, you're going to do penance. Once you've completed your penance, you are not ever allowed to feel guilty about my wedding night. Is that understood?"

"What's the penance?" asked Frank.

"From today until the day you leave, you are going to be my personal driver. You are going to drive me to court every day. One the way home, every day, you are going to fill the gas tank. I will not have any guilt between us. Ok?"

"Ok," said Frank, "but there's always going to be a little guilt."

"Why," asked Marie, "because you have a crush on me?"

"You knew?"

"Never play poker, Frank," said Marie. "You wear your emotions on your face. I knew how you felt about me when Trent and I were dating. I saw how you looked at me at the funeral. I saw how you looked at me at dinner tonight. I'm flattered, Frank. Unfortunately, you look too much like your brother. I'd always be thinking of him and that's not fair to you. I can't see you as my lover right now, but I can see you as my 'brother' and as my friend. Can you accept that?"

"Do you think I'm crazy enough to turn down being friends with a gorgeous woman?" asked Frank in reply. Marie and Frank watched television in the living room while Jenn and Chloe relaxed in the hot tub. Frank never realized the show he was missing on the back deck.

Bobby's entrance into the Central Islip Courthouse has long since been discovered and there was increased security on the first day of the trial, which included the noticeable presence of State Troopers outside the building. Everyone was patted down several times. Others were irritated at the precautions, but Marie felt safe. Inside the courtroom, the lawyers were the same but the jobs had switched. Isolde Reyes was the attorney of record and Ebonee Evans was second chair. They were a good team and Isolde had more experience, and more wins, in murder cases. Marie was not scheduled to testify until the second day of the trial. Isolde told her that schedules always change so she would need to be ready, just in case she was moved up or bumped back in the schedule. 

Isolde had a slight accent which, to men, made her sound as though she were purring as she spoke. Isolde was 5'5" and had an hourglass figure her expensive dress suits could not hide. She always looked professional but usually left at least a hint of cleavage exposed. Her skin looked permanently tanned. In court, her long dark hair was usually in a loose bun. On this day Isolde was, under her suit jacket, wearing a black dress that cut off at her knees. The collar was apricot. The collar went into a V, revealing a polite amount of cleavage, but the seam continued and buttoned on the left side of the dress; which was only noticeable when the jacket came off. The sleeves of the dress were capped, but this also was only revealed when the jacket came off.

Marie and Jenn wore identical black pinstripe pantsuits and black pumps except Marie wore a white button down blouse and Jenn wore a white pullover top. Chloe wore a gray skirt suit. Her jacket had five buttons and Chloe did not wear a blouse underneath. All three housemates wore their hair up. Holly was in a black skirt suit with a blue blouse. Harry and Catherine were in their church clothes. Frank wore a navy blue suit. Dharmesh was in a gray wool suit. Ebonee wore a high-collared white blouse with a black skirt and blazer.

Marie listened passively to the opening statements. She wondered if she'd be called to the stand early. As they had been last trial, Marie sat between Holly and Jenn and Jenn sat between Marie and Chloe. They were all holding hands. Frank sat on Chloe's left. Harry, Catherine and Dharmesh were behind Marie.

Detective Gonzales was called to the stand. He spoke about the crime scene, the state in which the victims were found and the dress fragments and knife found in Marlon's sock drawer. One of the lab technicians from the other trial was called and spoke about the blood and hair found on the dress fragments and the slight evidence of blood still on the knife. After both witnesses, the Public Defender tried to imply the evidence was illegally obtained. Isolde set that record straight very quickly in redirect. They spent a long time going over the specifics of the blood testing. They explained at great length how the blood remains found were identified as belonging to Trent and Marie Melar. The testimony was so long, after the lab tech stepped down from the witness stand, the judge called it for the day. On the way home, Frank filled up at the gas station on Montauk Highway near all the fast food restaurants.

At dinner, Chloe reminded Jenn she'd picked up their monthly passes. Wondering if this was a new way of making some sort of menstrual reference, Frank asked, "What monthly passes?"

"Our rail passes to get to school," explained Chloe.

"I thought Jenn hated trains," said Frank. "I remember her saying that once."

Both Chloe and Jenn had huge grins on their faces and Chloe said, "Oh, I cured her of that!"

"How'd you cure her?" asked Frank.

"One weekend when Ree was working an eighteen hour shift on Saturday plus her usual twelve hour shift Sunday, we all knew she would not be in the mood for company. So, Ree slept at the hospital and J and I took an Amtrack sleeper car roundtrip to Ohio. We barely left the sleeper car the whole trip, really just the once in Ohio to change trains and go back to New York, but we didn't do any sleeping."

Frank got very red in the face and asked, "May I be excused, please?"

"Why," asked Chloe, "are you going to the bathroom to masturbate?"

"What?" asked Frank, scandalized.

"Not for nothing, but if you are going to masturbate," said the sexy redhead, "use the downstairs bathroom."

Frank was curious and asked, "Why?"

"I'm not done telling my story. If you use the downstairs bathroom, I can tell you the story through the closed door while you masturbate."

Frank asked, "Are you joking?"

"I never joke about masturbation," said Chloe. "It's very important psychologically."

"You'd really do that?" asked Frank.

"Of course," said Chloe. "I'm a lesbian, not a misandrist."

"What's a misandrist?" asked Frank.

"Do you know what a misogynist is?" asked Jenn.

"A woman hater," replied Frank.

"Pretty much," said Jenn. "A misandrist is a man hater."

Frank asked, "Then why not just say 'man hater'?"

"That would be because 'misandrist' is more accurate," said Chloe. "You could also say 'misandronist' and still be correct. Did you want to masturbate to my story or not?"

"I do," said Frank.

Chloe smiled and said, "Let's go," to Frank and, "Excuse us," to Jenn and Marie. She waited for Frank to say he was ready before continuing her anecdote. "So," she said finally, "we got in our sleeper compartment and I immediately locked the door. J was wearing a tee with her midriff showing, tight jeans, sports bra, panties and sandals. I walked behind her and pulled her shirt off over her head and kissed the back of her neck. I slid my fingers under her bra straps as I sucked on her earlobe. I pulled J's sports bra over her head, dropped it casually, and held her heavy tits in my hands. I massaged her tits and pulled on her nipples. They got hard so fast. I pushed her against the window, after the train pulled out, and pressed her tits against the glass. I slid my right hand down and caressed her ass. I spanked her ass hard and then caressed it again. I rubbed between her legs. I could hear her breath getting faster. Her big tits were pressed against the window as neighborhood after neighborhood zipped by. She had no idea if people could see her. She panted so hard, the glass fogged. I rubbed her cunt so hard through her jeans and panties. She moaned loudly. I reached around her waist and unbuttoned her jeans then opened her fly. I yanked her jeans down to her knees. I rubbed her through her panties. They were soaked. I stepped down on the basket formed by the top of her jeans hanging from her knees. I pushed her jeans down to her ankles. I rubbed her flooded panties so hard. She was..."

Chloe's story was interrupted as she heard loud groaning, followed by a chant of "Oh, God," followed by a harsh grunt, then silence and then the toilet flushing.

"Oh, my God, Frank, you punk," Chloe shouted through the locked door. "I thought you had more staying power than that."

"I'm sorry," said Frank, panting hard. "I didn't expect that level of smut from an egghead."

"Tell you what," said Chloe, "meet me here after dinner dishes are done each night and I'll tell you more of the story, stopping for the night each time you pop. Deal?"

"Deal," said Frank.

After the dishes were washed that night, and after Frank finished tidying up in the bathroom, the ladies got changed to get in the hot tub. Chloe told Frank where to find the trunks for him to wear. When Frank saw the three hot women in their bikinis, the front of his trunks grew visibly wet with precum from his erect cock.

"Punk," said Chloe, just loudly enough to be heard.

On the second day of the trial, Marie and her entourage were in their usual seats. Isolde looked at Marie in the gallery and cocked her head to silently ask if she was ready. Marie gave a single firm nod in reply and Isolde smiled. Isolde called Marie to the stand. She was sworn in and said her full name and profession for the record. With guiding questions from Isolde, Marie told the jury and those in attendance about leaving her wedding reception, pulling off the parkway to get gas and getting a flat. She spoke of Marlon and five others walking up as she assisted her husband changing the tire. She told them of how Marlon spoke of her in front of her husband. She told the court of Marlon roughly grabbing her after her husband suggested shaking hands rather than kissing the bride. Marlon, she said, insisted on kissing the bride and groped her breasts. She reported how she asked if he would let her go once he got his kiss and how he agreed as long as it was a good kiss. He pinched her rear and slid his tongue in her mouth, she said, his hands held her head and dug into her bottom. Marlon, Marie testified, finished his kiss by sucking on her tongue and handed her over to one of the other men. She testified that her husband asked them to let her go, that Marlon had asked, "Or what?" and was answered that her husband would make them let her go. She spoke of Marlon's final taunt as he slashed her husband's throat and stabbed him in the navel. She confirmed that she saw her husband's injuries and knew he was dead before he hit the pavement. Marlon, she, gave witness, kicked the corpse of her husband several times. Isolde had Marie leave out the next details. Marie merely stated that she had been raped after her clothes were cut up with the knife that killed her husband. Marie testified that Marlon said, "I guess we're done with you, bitch," before he stabbed her in the gut, ripped the knife out of her body, took scraps of her cut up dress and left her for dead. Isolde had no further questions, having asked for clarifications during the testimony.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 06



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18. 

This chapter includes group, lesbian, gay male, light bondage and vanilla sex. 

In the previous chapters, a young newlywed was widowed and gang raped. She struggled to maintain her sanity and discover her sexuality. Her husband was secretly rich and left her a small fortune, including a beach house mansion in Bridgehampton she rents out seasonally. The woman, Marie, moved into a smaller house with her sister, Jenn. Marie was an Emergency Department RN and Jenn is a Licensed Massage Therapist and graduate student majoring in Psychology. Jenn is engaged to a fellow student named Chloe, who lives with Jenn and Marie. Marie had identified all six of her assailants and survived two trials with a scar on her shoulder, from where she'd been shot, for her troubles. Unlike most rape victims who shut down after their assault, Marie's years of working as an ED nurse aided her in separating normal sex from her rape. She was able to explore the sexual desires she was feeling. Marie occasionally has flashbacks to the rape; they are not always sexually triggered. Jenn knows how to attend to Marie when she experiences a flashback. Marie is seeing a therapist on a monthly basis and has come a long way in coming to terms with her husband's murder and her assault. Marie and Chloe went on a shopping spree and purchased a hot tub and several other extravagant accessories for their deck and patio. They also purchased an engagement ring Chloe gave to Jenn. Several of Marie's assailants have died. There are three remaining. Two have settled into roles as bitches in prison. Marie has several rituals she observes. On her Saturdays off, she and her housemates visit her husband's grave at Calverton National Cemetery and she goes out on dates with a young doctor, Dharmesh. On Wednesdays, the housemates go to the movies at the Babylon theater. On Thursdays, the three give each other massages and hang out in the hot tub. On Fridays, they have Dinner and Board Game Night with Holly and John Sullivan, with whom Marie and Jenn have had sex. Chloe is very good at reading people's tone and body language and helped Marie's visiting brother, Frank get some digits before he went back to Florida. She also was able to tell the truth when Marie mentioned Dharmesh told her he was a virgin. Her confrontation, over the phone, revealed he was seeing three other nurses. Marie called those nurses immediately. 

Polite constructive criticism is always welcome. 

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After Marie told Kristina, Judy and Cindy that Dharmesh was not a virgin, they each knew there was only one way she could have known he had said that to them: He had said it to Marie as well. Each nurse promised to be at Marie's within twenty minutes. Jenn asked if she and Chloe should leave. Chloe was tidying up from a study session. 

"Of course not," said Marie, "You're the reason the four of us know about Dharmesh. You've earned your seats at the table." 

Kristina was the first to arrive. Jenn remembered her from Marie's wedding. After their arrival, Jenn would realize she'd met all three of the nurses at the wedding. Shortly after Kristina arrived, but before Judy and Cindy, Dharmesh called Marie's cell. He called several times but Marie hit ignore until they were all there. Marie said the event called for wine. They turned on the outdoor heaters, set up the chairs around the patio table and pulled a nice blush from the wine fridge. 

When all the nurses were gathered, Chloe looked to see what they had in common. The obvious answer, she thought without a shred of jealousy, was that they all had great racks. Otherwise, the nurses all seemed different. Kristina, the tallest of the group, was, in Chloe's opinion, hot chocolate. Her dark skin and her long straight black hair were incredibly gorgeous, but it was definitely her tits that drew a person's gaze. Easily a D cup, Kristina looked as though she had been poured into an hourglass. Her booty was as compelling as her tits. 

Judy had strawberry blonde hair and lovely breasts around the size of Marie's. In fact, thought Chloe, other than the hair the two nurses looked quite similar. Chloe could have spent many happy hours comparing Judy's body to Marie's, but there was another guest. Cindy was the shortest of the group. She had wavy golden blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Her chest was roughly the size of Jenn's C/D cups, which seemed to look a lot larger on the smaller woman. All four nurses were between the ages of 25 and 35. Kristina was the oldest at thirty-five. 

After the third bottle of blush was opened, Jenn and Chloe were allowed to stay at the patio table, once Marie revealed how she learned about Dharmesh's lie. As if on cue, Dharmesh called again. Marie answered this time and pressed a button on her phone. 

"You're on speaker phone, Dharmesh," Marie said. 

He ignored that greeting and asked, "Marie what do you mean you will be 'completely honest?'" 

"Ladies," Marie asked, "when I say 'completely honest,' what do I mean?" 

"It means you're busted big boy," shouted Kristina into the phone as the other five women there laughed. 

"K-Kristina?" asked Dharmesh. "You are also there?" 

"We all are," said Cindy in an icy voice. 

"Cindy?" asked Dharmesh in an angry sounding voice, "why did you tell Marie about us?" 

"She didn't," answered Marie. "You didn't give me a chance to tell you how I found out." 

"You said you did not learn from Judy I was seeing others and Cindy was the only other person who knew I had sex," 

"You knew," said Marie. "Ladies, I've already told Dharmesh I will no longer be seeing him socially. The three of you can have him." 

"No thanks," said Judy. She looked at Cindy and Kristina. "You two can have fun." 

"Yeah..." said Cindy. "He's all yours Krissy." 

"Nah," said Kristina. "Bye, Dharmesh!" Kristina hung up on him and Marie shut off her phone. The nurses were howling with laughter. 

Chloe nudged Jenn. They each picked up their wine glasses, wordlessly left the table and headed to the hot tub. Setting down the glasses on the side of the tub, they stripped completely and stepped into the soothing water. They were soon joined by four hot nurses. Chloe and Jenn watched as each nurse stripped. Chloe compared the landscaping on the gardens as they were revealed to her. Marie, having seen Jenn and Chloe often enough, had taken to shaving her pubes. Judy had a strawberry blonde landing strip and Cindy had a dark blonde, heart-shaped thatch of hair leading to her pussy. Kristina's pubic hair was thick but neatly trimmed. Chloe was always easy to arouse and the stunning nude nurses around her had her juices flowing. Chloe's mouth attacked Jenn's and her hands were soon mauling Jenn's tits the way Jenn liked it. The lovers moaned in each other's mouths, ignoring their enraptured audience. 

"Shit, Marie," said Kristina, "this has got to be the best way I've ever found out the man I was seeing was sleeping around." 

The bi-curious chocolate goddess moved closer to the lovers. She pressed her huge tits against Chloe's back and reached around to rub Jenn's shoulders. The lovers broke the kiss and Chloe turned to kiss Kristina. Jenn was not jealous. She pressed her chest against her fiance's back. The skilled fingers on her own shoulders told Jenn that Kristina was willing to share. Sure enough, when Kristina and Chloe broke for air, Kristina leaned in towards Jenn. Jenn moaned as she felt the tongue in her mouth. 

Marie was the first to masturbate to the sight of the magnificent black nurse kissing and fondling Marie's housemates. Judy saw Marie and began frigging herself. Cindy moved closer to the action. Cindy tapped Jenn on the shoulder and looked at her with hungry eyes. 

Jenn looked at Chloe and asked, "Is this ok with you, baby?" 

"Of course, sweetie," said Chloe with a smile, "thank you for asking. I love you. Is this ok with you?" Chloe's head tilted towards Kristina. 

"I'm fine," said Jenn. She showed off her engagement ring and said, "I know you're not going anywhere." 

Marie was frigging herself hard. She watched her sister being roughly kissed by Cindy. She looked at the other pair. Chloe looked like a doll next to Kristina. Chloe was tongue wrestling with the tall nurse and seemed to be engulfed by her. Marie's fingertips were moving rapidly on her clit. She suddenly realized another hand was stroking her mound. It was Judy. Marie froze for a moment. 

Judy smiled and said, "Relax, Marie." Judy cleared her throat extravagantly and, once she was certain she had everyone's attention, said, "Ladies, we have a lowlife asshole in common and we need to make sure he doesn't come between us when we're in the ED. So, what I propose is that the three of us, and our engaged friends if they are so inclined, thank Marie for saving us from Dharmesh by fucking the fuck out of her." 

"Hear, hear!" said Kristina. 

"I'm in," said Cindy. The three sensational nurses surrounded their sexy co-worker. 

"Wait, wait, wait," said Marie. "No one cums in this hot tub. We can kiss, we can fondle, we can drink our wine. When it's time for fucking, we take this upstairs. Agreed?" 

"Agreed," said the other nurses with big smiles. 

Sometime over the past year, Marie came to the conclusion that her sex life was not normal and that she was ok with that. She felt safe. She knew she occasionally had flashbacks to her rape, but Jenn knew what to look for when they happened and knew how to snap her out of it. Marie was ok with ending her celibacy. This was a wonderful way to show solidarity against a dickhead doctor. Kristina was the first to kiss Marie and it was the most unique kiss Marie ever had. Kristina had captured her tongue and was sucking hard on it. Due to this, Marie needed to nod her head as she kissed is Kristina. As they kissed, Kristina moved her body up and down and rubbed her huge tits against Marie's very nice rack. This continued for several erotic minutes. Jenn and Chloe again kissed and fondled each other, to the exclusion of the others. Cindy and Judy sat at the far end of the hot tub, enjoyed the show and lazily rubbed each other's thighs Marie and Kristina picked up the pace; they looked in each other's eyes. 

"It's time for fucking," they said at the same time. 

The other women looked up and followed dutifully as Marie and Kristina stepped out of the hot tub. Kristina looked around the back yard as she patted herself dry. The well-trimmed hedges were very tall and were a perfect screen from the rest of the world. There were no three story houses around. They were safe from prying eyes. As the group of alluring women ascended the stairs, Marie held Kristina's hand. She had no idea if this was a one night stand or not. Marie felt it would be better if it was. Working in the ED was already complicated and further complications, regardless of how enticing, were not a good thing. They reached the second floor and Marie noticed the group was splitting. Jenn and Chloe were heading to their room rather than Marie's. 

"Marie asked, "Where are you two going? If I'm ending my celibacy, I'm going to do it right. Get your sexy asses over here." 

They didn't need to be told twice. Chloe smiled and walked quickly up to Marie. Chloe French kissed Marie while she rubbed and play spanked her soft but firm ass. They broke the kiss and Chloe walked over to Jenn and held both of Jenn's hands. 

"J," Chloe said, looking in Jenn's beautiful blue eyes, "I love you with my entire mind, with all of my heart and my whole being. Regardless of whomever I kiss, touch or fuck on the other side of that door, you are the only one I love, my pulchritudinous betrothed." 

Jenn smiled and, looking in Chloe's eyes after squeezing her hands gently, said, "C, you are the woman of my dreams. I would be nothing without you. Whatever happens in that room will never change how I feel about you. I wear your ring on my hand as we will one day wear each other's bands. You and I are one in my heart and nothing can split us." 

Marie witnessed this moment and had all the ladies stand in a circle and hold hands. Each woman swore to the others that the activities about to happen in Marie's bedroom would not change who they were and how they felt about each other. Marie told the other five women she considered them all to be her family. 

"I love all of you," she said. You are all my friends; you are all my family. What we are about to do will not change that. I love you all and I will love you all even though this is the one and only time I will fuck any of you. We will enter as friends and family and will leave as friends and family. You are not my lovers. You are my Sisters with a capital S. It's time to fuck, my Sisters." 

Marie opened her bedroom door and the six naked women entered as a group. Kristina was all business. She led Marie to the bed, lay down with her and kissed Marie passionately while groping all over her body. Jenn and Chloe moved to the upper end of the large bed and continued making out. They explored each other's bodies with their hands. Kristina was now on top of Marie. Cindy had, while snooping around, found the toy box. Cindy was admiring the purple double ended jelly dildo when Judy noticed it, grabbed a large tube of lube from the toy box and snatched the huge toy away from Cindy. Judy walked the items over to Kristina, whose body was rubbing against Marie's. Kristina kept grinding against Marie as she drizzled copious amounts of lube on both ends of the monster dong. She shifted herself and poured lube on Marie's labia and worked it in. Kristina roughly shoved one end of the purple beast into herself before she approached Marie with the other end. She entered Marie hard, as she thought a man would. Kristina thought this was very hot. Her fellow nurses must have agreed as they climbed on the bed and each sucked hard on Marie's breasts. Marie's eyes glassed over. 

Marie felt a bloody knife on her cheek. She felt her gown and underwear being cut from her body. She saw and felt the men pawing her. She could smell their breath. She felt her virginity taken from her as she was forced down hard, bending over the back of the car. 

Chloe recognized the signs and broke away from Jenn, and shouted, "NO!" Chloe took Kristina by the hips and carefully eased the purple monster out of Marie. 

"Ree's not ready for that kind of play," explained Chloe, "but you're in luck. She has a nearly identical sister who loves to be stuffed with dildos. She's already wet, ladies." 

Understanding what was going on, Jenn said, "Yes, ladies, come over here and fuck me hard." 

Jenn knew Chloe was going to talk Ree down. She also knew that Chloe left it up to her, therefore, to entertain the surprisingly vag-friendly guests. Chloe scooted herself behind Marie; Chloe's relatively small breasts pressed to Marie's back. She wrapped her legs around her magnificent future sister. She slowly brushed Marie's long dark hair with her fingers. 

"Tranquil, Ree, tranquil; everything around you is tranquil. You are loved, Ree. No one is assaulting you. You are surrounded by women who love you. Tranquil; you are loved. Peaceful; you are safe. Gentle; you are in my loving embrace. We love you, Ree. You are our Sister and we love you," said Chloe softly in Marie's ear as her fingers glided soothingly through Marie's raven hair. 

Marie blinked a few times. There were legs wrapped around her waist; a warm body pressed to hers. Soft fingers combed her long hair; a soothing voice spoke to her. That was not Jenn's voice; it was Chloe's. Jenn must have taught her how to do this. That hand that Chloe was not using to brush Marie's hair was resting lovingly on Marie's shoulder. Marie, wondering where Jenn was, looked around. Jenn was in the center of the large bed, on all fours, while Kristina was fucking Jenn's cunt doggy style with the monster jelly dildo. Cindy and Judy were on their backs, under Jenn, sucking on her large breasts; both Cindy and Judy were frigging themselves with one hand and Jenn with the other. 

"She's doing that - taking their attention - for me, isn't she?" asked Marie. 

"Welcome back," said Chloe with a smile Marie could hear before she kissed Marie's cheek. "No, she's doing that for me. I asked our guests to keep J occupied. Tonight is about freedom from a douchebag and these women are obviously free. How are you?" 

"I'm better," said Marie, "thank you." 

"There's no need to thank me," said Chloe; she kissed the other cheek. "You are my hero. You are so brave and so selfless. I would do anything for you; anything." 

Chloe kissed that spot where the neck becomes the spine. She kissed behind Marie's ears and sucked on her earlobes. Chloe was slow, gentle, loving and methodical. Chloe gingerly massaged Marie's tits as she slowly, ever so slowly, kissed a line from the back of one shoulder to the other. With a deliberate lack of urgency, Chloe kissed her way down inch by inch. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," was all Jenn was able to say as the three RNs assaulted her clit and her cunt. Jenn looked over to her fiancé and to her sister. Marie looked better; much better. Chloe was obviously being very gentle with her. Jenn loved them both. Kristina was thrusting harder and faster; she knocked Jenn right out of her thoughts. Jenn pushed back against the hard thrusting. Kristina rammed Jenn harder and harder. Kristina did not have as much experience with the massive dildo as Jenn; Kristina came hard before she could get Jenn off. As Kristina convulsed orgasmically, the huge toy pistoned against Jenn's G-spot and made her cum so hard she squirted for the third time in her life. Both women were panting as they came down from their orgiastic high. 

Jenn asked Kristina, "Are you ready to be gentle with my sister?" 

"Not really, no," said Kristina. "I still have some emotions I need to release." 

Cindy, after she and Judy recovered from getting themselves off, searched the toy box again. She happily discovered three strap-on harnesses and a wide array of dildos to attach to the harnesses. Judy helped Chloe walk Marie to her makeup chair and turned the chair to face the bed. Chloe and Judy took turns eating Marie out. 

Cindy, Jenn and Kristina did the strap-on version of a conga line. Cindy fucked Jenn doggy style as Kristina fucked Cindy. After about five to seven minutes of this, Jenn pulled away from Cindy. Cindy and Kristina scooted forward on the bed and Jenn got in the back of the line to fuck Kristina. Roughly six minutes later, Cindy came around to fuck Jenn again and the game continued. The dildo Jenn fucked Kristina with was humungous. 

Marie enjoyed the show her friends and her sister put on as the two remaining women tag teamed her cunt. Chloe was essentially taking the lead in pleasuring Marie, but Judy was a quick study. Chloe had a fairly long tongue and used it to her advantage. Judy was full of enthusiasm and showed definite promise as a rug muncher. After nearly ten minutes of tag teaming, Judy and Chloe worked together. Judy concentrated on the clit, as it revealed itself, and Chloe zeroed in on Marie's wet cunt. Marie moaned loudly and massaged her own nipples; she pinched them occasionally. 

The fourth time Jenn came around to fuck Kristina, she had a plan. Jenn shoved in hard then pulled out. She removed Kristina's harness and then shoved hard inside her again. She enlisted Cindy's help as Jenn pulled Kristina into a reverse cowgirl and then spun her into cowgirl position. Cindy lubed up her plastic cock and got back on the bed. Jenn pulled Kristina down for a kiss and Cindy fucked Kristina's ass. 

"Aw, shit," shouted Kristina, "that's right! Fuck me. Fuck my ass hard. Both of you fuck me hard. Oh, fuck! Ungh, ungh, ungh, harder, oh shit, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, oh sweet Jesus, ungh, ungh, ungh, oh God, ungh ungh, ungh, ungh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." 




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 06



Kristina was sandwiched hard. Jenn and Cindy were thrusting in unison and meeting inside her. Kristina was screaming out in joy as the dual assault continued. Judy and Chloe ate Marie out as Marie watched Kristina get fucked hard. Judy and Chloe were working very well together. They brought Marie to five very loud orgasms and still did not slow down. Marie no longer pinched her nipples, but still cupped her breasts. Her orgasms rolled into each other; it was almost impossible to tell where one stopped and the next started. Judy was lavishing attention on Marie's pearl as Chloe's tongue fucked the shit out of her. Marie groped for her cell phone. She finally managed to grab it. Marie turned on her phone. Less than a minute later, Dharmesh called. Marie answered the phone and put it on speaker. 

"Oh, God," moaned Marie as she set the phone down so it could pick up all the sounds the six women were making. "Oh, yes; oh, yes. OH. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh, OH. Oh. My. God. Oh, yes. Yes, fuck me. Fuck me, Judy. Fuck me, Chloe, ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhh, oh yes. OH God, oh God, Oh God. Oh, I'm fucking going to pass out, oh fuck! Oh, shit, that feels so fucking good. Oh, there! Right there! Keep doing that! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" 

Marie came hard and squirted for the first time in her life. After she gathered herself, she hung up on Dharmesh and was able to block his number. Chloe looked up. 

"Wait," said Chloe, "Was that? Did you just...?" 

"Yes," said Marie, "I just had Dharmesh on speaker phone and let him hear us all having sex. I came and then I hung up and blocked his number." 

"Holy shit, I love you," said Judy. 

The sex continued and eventually the six women, after changing partners several times, were fucked out. Chloe fucked every woman in the room. The Stevens sisters fucked everyone except each other. Marie made room for everyone so they could lay together in the bed. They drifted off to sleep - a tangle of bodies, arms and legs. 

Marie was stirred awake by the landline ringing. Marie glanced at the clock. Oh, shit, thought Marie, it's ten-thirty. She tried to reach the phone without waking the other five women in bed with her. It was awkward as hell, but she managed to hook the receiver with her foot and snag the phone. 

"Hi, Frank," Marie said with an audible smile. 

"Good morning, Ree," replied Frank. He had taken to the once hated nickname quickly. "How was the date with Dharmesh Patel?" 

"Ugh," said Marie, "I'd rather not talk about it. 

"Why?" asked Frank. "What happened? Do I have to fly back up there to kick his ass?" 

"Would you?" asked Marie. "I'd pay you." 

"I don't need your money, Sis," said Frank. "Anyone who hurts you, I'd pummel for free. What did he do?" 

Marie said, "It's more like 'Who did he do?'" 

"Oh, shit," said Frank. "The dick. I knew you should have dated the actor Dharmesh Patel..." 

"I'll let you know if the opportunity ever presents itself," said Marie. She was glad she was talking about this with Frank. He was one of the few people who could make her laugh about this. 

"Please do," said Frank. "So, should I fly up there?" 

"No, I don't think so," said Marie, "but thank you for offering. I think I'm just going ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

Frank asked, "Are you ok?" 

"Ohhhhhhhh, excuse me," said Marie, "someone is rubbing my mound. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

"Wait," said Frank, "'someone'? Who, exactly is 'someone' if you're not with non-actor Dharmesh Patel?" 

"Hold on," said Marie, "I need to look to see whose hand it is." 

Frank asked, "Wait, what? Exactly who's there with you. Is there more than one 'someone'?" 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, ok," said Marie. "Chloe is the one rubbing me. Why, yes, there is 'more than one 'someone'' here with me." 

"Who's there?" asked Frank. 

"Chloe and I are cuddling and rubbing each other," said Marie. "Jenn is spooning me and Kristina is spooning her. Judy is spooning Chloe and Cindy is spooning Judy." 

"There is not enough room on a bed for that many people," said Frank. 

"We're sideways," said Marie. "Normally, my feet face east in bed. Our feet are facing south right now." 

"I just got a mental image of that and I never want to imagine anything else," said Frank. 

"Oh, Frank, you are the sweetest pervert ever," said Marie. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Right there, Chloe." 

"You have to stop that," said Frank. "I can't even hear Chloe and you two are getting me hard." 

"Hand up and call me on my cell," said Marie. "I'll put you on speaker." 

Marie was amazed how quickly the line went dead and her cell phone rang. She answered and set it to speaker phone. 

"Hi, Frank," she said, "what took you so long? Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

"Please tell me why you just made that sound," begged Frank. 

"Mmmmmm, Chloe just slipped two fingers inside me," said Marie, "and she and I are going to try to switch places on the bed." 

Frank asked, "Why are you switching places?" 

"So Chloe can go down on Jenn to wake her up." 

"You make that sound like it was the obvious answer to my question," said Frank. 

"Wasn't it?" asked Marie. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." 

"Does Chloe still have two fingers inside you?" asked Frank. 

"She took them out when we moved, but they're back in me now," said Marie. "The other reason I moaned is that Judy is up. She's playing with my nipple and I think we're about to mmmmmmmmph! Mmmmmmmmm mmmmmph mmmmmmmmmph mmmmmmmph mmmmmmmmmmmmph." 

"I'm guessing that one word was supposed to be 'kiss'," said Frank. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmph mmmmmmmph mmmmmmmmph mmmmmmmmmmmph mmmmmmmmmmmmph" 

Frank asked, "Is it good?" 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm Hmmmmmmmmm!" 

Frank heard more voices over the phone. It was an erotic chorus of moans, grunts, slurping, heavy breathing and profanity. Frank could not believe how hard he was. He only knew three of the six women whose voices he was hearing. He tried to imagine the other three based on their voices. One woman was obviously black and Frank imagined a Halle Berry type of woman. One woman sounded very young. He was quite sure Marie wouldn't fuck a minor, but one woman sounded really damned young. He imagined a girl he saw on the Disney Channel once when he was flipping around with the remote. The third woman had a husky smoker's voice and Frank imagined a young Demi Moore. In addition to imagining what they looked like, he also had to imagine what they were doing to each other. His imagination wasn't quite up to the task, but he didn't want to ruin things by actually asking what the six women were doing. He would picture a scene that seemed to fit the sounds he was hearing and he would happily stroke to his vision. Then a sound would emerge that had nothing to do with the scene in his mind. He would try to adapt his mental imagery only to have a new inexplicable sound emerge. He decided to focus on the sounds Marie was making. It was soon clear someone was eating her out in a very thorough manner. Frank was stroking himself faster and faster to the sexy sounds coming through his phone. Soon the ladies were treated to sounds as well. 

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God..." 

Marie rubbed her clit as she listened to Frank and looked around at the intermingled female bodies all around her. When Judy stopped licking Marie's pussy to catch a breath, Marie dipped a finger in her own snatch and used it to lubricate her clit. The moaning in the room and that from the phone got louder. It was almost a competition. Jenn had a very loud gasp, suddenly, which made Marie wonder what Chloe did to her. Cindy found a way to go down on Judy as Judy continued to pleasure Marie. Marie was screaming, as she often did when she was very close. Marie's volume was surprising only to Frank, who had never heard her this loud before. It was so hot. This wasn't like typical phone sex where the girl was probably doing her nails while saying, "Oh, yeah," over and over again. Frank knew he was listening to six women having sex. He knew three of them were gorgeous and imagined the others to be just as hot as they. He suddenly realized he was also very vocal. His orgasm snuck up on him and he shot like a fountain turning on. He listened, with a smile on his face, as others reached their orgasms. Eventually, the sounds coming over Frank's phone were reduced to rapid heavy breathing. 

"Wow," said Frank finally. 

"I know, right?" asked Marie. 

"Shit," Frank said, "I completely forgot what I was going to say to you when I called. Oh, well, it must not have been that important. I'll talk to you in two weeks. Same Bat Time. Same Bat Channel." 

"Take care, Frank," said Marie. 

"Punk!" shouted Chloe just before Marie hung up. 

The ladies retreated downstairs. They made breakfast and had a nude soak in the hot tub. Chloe set up her mp3 player on Marie's sound system and played her "Men R Scumbags" playlist. It began with the Coors song, I Never Really Loved You Anyway. The next song was Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood and the playlist got nasty from there. The ladies loved it. It was agreed that this sexual escapade was a one shot deal. It was a way of purging the memory of Dharmesh and his lies. It was also agreed that they would be very professional to him at work but would not, any of them, try to see him socially ever again. One by one, the three nurses took their leave and the three housemates were left to decide how to spend the rest of their Sunday. Chloe chose to go out campaigning for Holly. She dressed smartly and went to the train station. Even on a Sunday, there would always be people there. 

After Chloe left, Marie and Jenn got dressed and drove to buy Chloe's birthday presents. They took Wellwood Avenue north and went to the Dick's Sporting Goods on Walt Whitman Road in Melville. They picked out a Diamondback Women's Clarity 2 Performance Hybrid Bike in Electric Blue, a Giro Adult Transfer helmet in Cyan and White. a Nishiki Women's Sport Comfort Seat in White, a Topeak Explorer Tubular Rack with Disc Mounts, a Topeak Phone Dry Bag with mounts, Topeak Panniers, a Garmin Edge 510 Bike Computer with mounts, an Avenir U-Lock and Cable Lock Duo, a Blackburn Scorch Headlight, a Nishiki Single Action Pump, an Avenir Clamp-On Flex Mirror, Bike Cuffs, a Reflective Vest, a CamelBak Eddy 32 oz. Water Bottle, a Nishiki Alloy Water Bottle Cage, an Avenir Adjustable Kickstand, and Giro Women's Tessa Fingerless Cycling Gloves. They were thrilled to find everything they wanted. They were even happier when they got home before Chloe. They knew she would love her presents. 

At their Deer Park home, that same Sunday afternoon, Harry and Catherine Stevens were entertaining a houseguest. Harry and Catherine were an interesting pair. They were both very slim. At 52, Catherine - who had been grey - was letting her hairdresser return the raven colored hair of her youth. With her hair dark again, Catherine looked very much like her daughters with better posture. At 57, Harry had revelled in his newfound status as a silver fox. They stood together, holding hands, looking down on their guest. Harry had tied her wrists to the bedposts using a nice rope he'd come to prefer. Their guest, Anita Bui (who preferred to be called Annie), was glistening in her sweat. Catherine had slowly and punctiliously stripped Annie bare. Annie's father was Vietnamese and her mother was black. Harry and Catherine had picked her for her unique beauty after she sent her photo in an email. Her skin was mocha. She was 5'11", had toned muscles and a B cup chest. Her dark eyes were almost black and her long straight black hair went down to her ass. Her eyes were large but generally looked Asian. Annie was 21 and had answered an ad Harry and Catherine placed in the local newspaper using code words that would seem innocent to anyone outside the bondage community. 

Harry ran his hands all over Annie's luscious body as Catherine ate her out. Catherine loved how Annie's body responded. Annie had not been with Mr. and Mrs. Stevens long, but she fit their tastes so well she already seemed like a member of the family. Annie liked the Stevenses. They were not into whips or punishment. They simply enjoyed tying Annie up and using her body while she struggled against her bonds. She didn't have to refer to them as "Master" or "Mistress". She had a code word should things prove uncomfortable for her. Annie actually liked getting fucked while she was tied down and the Stevenses were generous lovers. They always made sure Annie came at least four times. They made sure she ate well and was always hydrated. They never bound her in uncomfortable positions or used clamps. They never burned or pierced her. They simply tied her and did her, and she liked it that way. 

Marlon was adjusting to his life as a bitch. He had resisted the first few times, but now knew not to. The brothers really seemed to enjoy his ass. The white boys may have been afraid of Marlon, but the brothers had no problems with fucking the daylights out of his once tight ass. His ass had been broken in by one of the guards, James Axelrod (who everyone called Axe). There was a rumor that Axe and his boys beat Tommy to death and then threw his body down a flight of steps to make it look like an accident. Once Axe disciplined Marlon, Marlon stayed obedient. After that, the line to Marlon's ass was longer than a line for Beyonce concert tickets. Marlon never learned any of the names of the men who buggered him. He didn't care; it wasn't as though he could refuse anyone. He took his life one cock at a time. 

"Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh," said the owner of the cock inside Marlon's ass. 

Marlon did the butt exercises he was taught. He thought, at least this one wasn't fat and sweating. He kept up his exercises until he felt the cream filling his ass. He turned around quickly and sucked off the dick that just emerged from his ass. Marlon didn't complain anymore. He didn't say his mantra anymore. During the first month here, Marlon would chant to himself: "Don't resist, don't make a sound." 

When Chloe's birthday arrived at the end of October, she was amazed to see her present. Jenn and Marie had put all the accessories on the bike and it was looking very nice. Chloe insisted on taking for a test drive, riding around the parking lot at Lindenhurst Beach. Within days, she was riding her bike everywhere. She filled her panniers with campaign materials and did lit drops for Holly. She rode her bike to the library and to the grocery store. She loved her bike and she felt her muscles toning every time she rode it. 

Soon it was Election Day. The housemates had the Sullivans over so they could watch the election returns from the hot tub. Channel 12 was covering the election and they stayed mostly on that channel. While everyone else was drinking wine and letting the jets relax their aching muscles, Holly and Chloe were sitting at the edge of their seat waiting for the totals to come in. It was just before midnight when the polls declared Holly the new District Court Judge. Chloe hugged and kissed Holly. 

"Would you marry us?" asked Chloe indicating Jenn. 

"What, right now?" asked Holly. 

"No," said Chloe, "of course not. You haven't even been sworn in yet. No, no. I meant some time in May, when you're all settled in." 

"Oh," said Holly. "In that case, of course I'll marry you two." 

Chloe said, "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Holly and John stayed about thirty minutes after Holly was named the winner of her race. John decided to give his amazing hot wife celebratory sex. He fucked her doggy style for just over an hour. Holly waited and waited for John to pull her back. When it was clear he wasn't going to, Holly took the initiative and pushed herself into reverse cowgirl. 

Chloe stopped devoting herself to the elections and was now devoting herself to the wedding. She always scheduled enough time for her studies and always made sure to have enough time for Jenn. Jenn was happy that the election didn't cause Chloe's grades to drop. Bolstered by that fact, she was confident Chloe could make wedding arrangements and maintain her grades. There was plenty of time before May, after all. 

In March, Chloe took on the task of the wedding invitations. She and Jenn settled on a style they both really liked and got the wording for the invitations very quickly. Marie agreed to have the wedding at Tarabella and they would be inviting 200 guests. They decided that both brides would get to walk down the aisle. Since Chloe's parents were dead, Catherine Stevens would escort Chloe down the aisle at the same time Harry escorted Jenn. After days of making lists and stuffing envelopes, Chloe was finished with the invitations. She did a quick check to make sure all the envelopes had postage and loaded the invitations into the panniers on her bike. 

Dori Lee was sending out a text when she drove through a stop sign and ran over Chloe and her bike. She heard the bang, felt the thump, and saw that her text had sent. 

The text read: C U in 10 minz 

Dori's text was true because she never stopped. She hit Chloe and kept going. 

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Thank you for reading. Please vote and send polite constructive criticism. A standalone story and Chapter 7 should be coming soon. After Chapter 7, I'll be working on a new series and another standalone. 



The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 07



All of the characters in this work of fiction are over the age of 18. 

This chapter contains sex, eventually. 

In previous chapters, a young widow identified the men who raped her and killed her husband. The widow, Marie, inherited a small fortune and lived on the south shore of Long Island with her sister, Jenn, and Jenn's fiancé, Chloe. After over a year of mourning, Marie (who was a nurse) began to date. The doctor she was seeing was seeing three other nurses with whom Marie worked. Marie and her co-workers have agreed not to see the doctor socially. Chloe worked hard to get Marie's friend, Holly, elected as a judge. Holly had agreed to marry Chloe and Jenn in May. Jenn and Marie's parents, Harry and Catherine, had a sub named Annie whom they tied up and fucked. Harry has given Chloe his blessing to marry Jenn. Marie's brother, Frank, calls Marie every other Sunday morning. Chloe was returning home from mailing her wedding invitations at the post office when she was struck, on her bicycle, by a young woman in a car who ran a stop sign to send a text. 

I would like to thank all the people who have commented and voted on my previous chapters. One gent went so far as to read the first five chapters in one day and comment on each one. Cheers, mate! I do read my comments and will often comment right there with you, so feel free to ask polite questions. I would prefer you did not call me a fucking idiot, even when it seems appropriate. I feel ineffable joy when the authors I follow take the time to read my stuff. Therefore, special thanks go to Jessie92 for her help in shaping this chapter and for her incredible advice about my writing in general. If you have not read Jessie92's amazing series, The Descending of Jessica, do yourself a big favor. Read it now. I can wait. Thanks, also to Dru_Druthers, who has, remarkably enough, read my works and has also given some excellent advice. If you have not read Dru_Druthers' two magnificent series, Hidden Desires and Finding Love, check them out as soon as humanly possible. Jessie92 and Dru_Druthers are the top two names on my favorite authors list, so you just have to go to my profile to find their work. Thanks also go to sweetestsin316, thestoryguy33 and seattlejack who were gracious enough to let me edit some of their stories for Literotica. These folks are also on my favorites list. 

As always, polite constructive criticism is appreciated. 



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It was a typical Wednesday morning in the Emergency Department for Marie, until the ambulance brought Chloe in. She was the victim of a hit and run. There was blood all over Chloe's face and arms as well as blood seeping through the blanket covering her, indicating other injuries. Marie made sure she saw Chloe blink before allowing herself to look away. 

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To Chloe's credit, she did not allow herself to lose consciousness. There was a protective cell phone bag on her bicycle which shielded Chloe's phone from the impact. She reached into the bag to retrieve it and called 911. Chloe saw and memorized the license plate of the hit and run driver. She was checking her memory; focusing on this moment to make certain she wouldn't lose it. 

"911 Emergency Services," said a confident, albeit bored, female voice. "What is the nature of your emergency?" 

"I've been hit by a car and it just kept going," said Chloe. 

Fearing a concussion, Chloe asked if the dispatcher could stay on the line until the ambulance arrived. The dispatcher did so and the two women talked about everything Chloe could remember about the incident. Chloe was a little fuzzy about a few things, at first, but her memory seemed to be intact. 

When Chloe mentioned where she was coming from and why, it piqued the interest of the dispatcher, who identified herself as Gail. Gail was also a lesbian who was in search of an LGBT-friendly judge to perform a wedding ceremony in Suffolk County. Chloe was able to provide Gail with Holly's cell phone number from memory. 

Gail did not worry that this conversation was being recorded. Everyone at work knew she was a lesbian. She never tried to hide it. Besides, the young woman she was talking to needed to stay awake until the ambulance got there. Gail spoke openly to Chloe and gave her encouragement as they spoke. 

The ambulance arrived and Chloe hung up with Gail. The paramedics disentangled Chloe from her wrecked bike and carefully loaded her onto the stretcher. They raised up the legs of the stretcher, after belting her in, and banged it hard so the legs folded as the stretcher rolled into the ambulance. 

Once inside, Chloe's clothes were cut off of her and she was quickly covered with blankets. Chloe was very nervous. She was more than very nervous. This was actually the first time since being hit by the car she was feeling something that actually registered as fear. To be suddenly stripped like that by two people she did not know was unnerving, to say the least. She understood she was a trauma patient, but her clothing was loose enough that it could have easily been slipped off her body without destroying it. If the man with the scissors had such little regard for her personal belongings and her privacy, how much could she really trust him? She kept her eyes on this man while his partner got behind the wheel. 

Chloe did not really feel any pain. She felt sore on her right arm, her back, her lower chest, her head and both legs. It was a warm, throbbing, soreness that she felt she could deal with. Chloe looked at the medical instruments bouncing gently in the back of the ambulance with her. The rhythm of the bouncing equipment should have been terrifying, but she found it soothing. She was relaxing a tiny bit. 

She was put on oxygen with a nasal cannula, at two liters, and the paramedic riding in the back with her asked her to talk as much about the accident as possible. The back of the ambulance was cramped and bumpy and it took her a few moments to adjust to her surroundings. She did not have the chance, yet, to completely relax. This guy saw her naked and he was a dick to her nice clothes. 



She pushed that out of her head and focused on the task. Chloe remembered everything. She explained that she was returning home from mailing wedding invitations. She clearly described the car and the driver as well as the iPhone the driver was texting on. She said the license plate number of the car. Chloe asked to be taken to Good Sam's hospital. It was where they were going anyway. 

Soon after coming in the entrance to the ED, Chloe saw Marie and she smiled despite her soreness. Fear faded into something akin to joy at seeing her dear friend waiting for her arrival. The paramedics noticed how Chloe physically relaxed as soon as the injured redhead saw the raven haired nurse. Marie held Chloe's bloody and bruised hand in her gloved hands and Chloe allowed herself to close her eyes for the first time since being struck. She didn't care if this was a mistake; she needed to relax and this was her first opportunity. 

The ambulance driver asked Marie, "Do you know her?" 

"Yes," said Marie. "She's engaged to my sister." 

"The good news is that I got the invitations sent out," said Chloe softly with a groan. Her eyes were still closed. 

Dharmesh was the doctor on call. He recognized Chloe and worked very professionally to get her stabilized. Dharmesh always liked Chloe. He knew of no reason not to like her. He never gave Marie a chance to tell him it was Chloe who told her he'd been lying to her. 

It was agreed by all that Chloe's helmet took the brunt of the impact. It was at that moment that Chloe thought about all of her birthday presents that were destroyed in fewer than 12 seconds. The bicycle she loved so much was now a metal pretzel. Her safety vest and the strap of her helmet were cut off by the paramedics. Her phone and her bike clips were placed in a bag by the paramedics. Her bike rack was bent; her panniers flattened. Her headlight was smashed. Chloe was sad and angry that a careless driver could do so much devastation in such a short span of time. 

Chloe was in and out of consciousness during her stay in the ED. At least, this is how she felt. In actuality, she realized, there were certain moments she did not remember. This thought was horrifying to Chloe, who was so genuinely proud of her memory. She tried to remain positive as she tried to hold on to all the things she could remember. 

She did remember when Marie gave her a bed bath. Marie was completely professional and yet, at the same time, incredibly seductive. Marie removed Chloe's nasal cannula. Chloe felt the warm, wet, soapy washcloth on her forehead and down her cheek then around her face. A second washcloth, to rinse the soap, followed quickly in the exact same movement. The drying towel came next and Chloe felt clean and refreshed there. This same process was repeated over her entire body. Marie slowly slid the blanket off Chloe's body. 

There were no words exchanged between the two friends during the bed bath. This added to the surreal and seductive nature of the moment. Chloe could feel her breathing increase. She stared at her suddenly taciturn future with a mix of awe, respect and lust. It was the same emotions she always had for Marie, but the proportions were different. 

Chloe's room in the Emergency Department was essentially a cubicle with a bed in it. It wasn't even really a bed. It was a stretcher with a set of sheets on it. She was in treatment room 6, which put her right by the nurse's station. If, at any time, Chloe pressed her call button a nurse would emerge almost instantly. It was usually Marie. Chloe carefully regarded Marie. It wasn't as though Marie was usually voluble, but she was not speaking at all. It was making Chloe horny. 

The soapy washcloth felt so good on Chloe's perky breasts. Marie had to lift them each to wash underneath. Her skilled touch was amazing; clinical, yet sexy as hell. Marie had started at the top and was working her way down Chloe's body slowly. The fact that each part was massaged three times in a row with a slightly different sensation each time was alluring to Chloe. 

The soapy washcloth felt different than the one rinsing her, which was surprising. Chloe would have expected them to feel the same. The soft drying towel felt wonderful and always arrived just before the water from the rinsing cloth could turn cold. 

The washing ritual descended lower and soon Marie was washing Chloe's pussy. It seemed remarkable to Chloe how intimate this act was and how routine it most likely felt to Marie. Chloe's breathing increased. She looked deeply into Marie's eyes. They seemed greener than usual. 

The three cloth system felt AMAZING on Chloe's vajayjay. Her heart rate, which was being monitored, definitely increased. All too soon, Marie's talented hand moved on. Flashes of emotions swept over Chloe; sadness, disappointment, longing, sexual hunger. 

Chloe noticed some tender areas as the washcloths and towel caressed them and told Marie as she felt them. Chloe's legs were particularly sensitive and Marie was washing off a lot of blood from Chloe's legs. Chloe also felt tenderness when she was log rolled by Marie to wash her back and ass. Once Chloe was washed, rinsed and dried, a fresh hospital gown was placed on her. The raven haired nurse returned Chloe's nasal cannula and adjusted it for a snug fit. Marie took a brush and thoroughly worked all the knots out of Chloe's red hair. Chloe remembered closing her eyes. 

There was a point of confusion when Chloe woke up. At first, she thought she was looking at Marie. After taking a closer look, she saw the young woman facing her was not wearing scrubs, had her hair down and that her eyes were blue. 

Chloe broke into a big smile and lurched forward to hug Jenn. Jenn quickly moved to accept the hug. Chloe had to let go of Jenn with her left arm, which was tethered to an IV drip. Chloe did notice the leads, and the heart monitor they were attached to, were gone. It was during her embrace with Jenn that Chloe realized they were not in the ED. They were in a larger room, but that was not to say the room was large. 

There was only one bed in the room. There was a window that overlooked the football field of the Catholic High School next door to the hospital. There was a television in this room. There probably had been one in treatment room six, but Chloe did not notice. She only saw this television because Channel 12 was playing softly. 

There were two chairs. One of those chairs held Jenn. She was so gorgeous. Chloe still felt horny from the bed bath despite the obvious fact that the bath obviously had taken place hours earlier. Chloe was staring at her sexy fiancé, not realizing she was licking her lips. 

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," said Jenn. "Ree called during her break and told me everything she knew. She told me it would be best to wait until you were out of the Emergency Department and were placed on the Med/Surg unit. Once you were moved, Ree called again and I came right over." 

"Did you come here for a conjugal visit?" asked Chloe in a husky voice. 

"Baby, I'd love to," said Jenn, "but we'd wake up Frank and you know he has a crush on you." 

"What do you mean 'we'd wake up Frank'?" 

Jenn tilted her head and indicated the large man curled up in the other chair in the room. Chloe looked carefully, recognized her drinking buddy and wondered how the hell he got here since she felt she hadn't been in the hospital very long. 

Chloe cleared her throat after an initial attempt to speak failed and asked, "How did he get here?" 

Jenn gave Chloe a loving smile and said, "After Ree's first call, I went out to Hoffman Avenue to try to find your bike. I collected what was left of it and then I sent out a mass text letting everyone know you'd been in an accident. 

"My text included a picture I took of the remains of your bike. I came home and sorted through the items from your bike that were salvageable. There wasn't fucking much. 

"Later, when Ree called to say you'd been put in your new room, I rushed out the door and Frank was walking towards the house. When he got my text, he jumped in his seaplane and got an itinerary on route, whatever that means. He flew all the way up and landed just off from Lindenhurst Beach. He left it parked there in the Great South Bay and swam the fucking remainder. He had a 'dry bag' with a change of clothes in it. It was such a romance novel move." 

"How'd he get here so quickly?" 

"Baby," said Jenn. "I sent out my text over twelve hours ago. How the fuck do you feel?" 

"Stiff and sore, Sweetie," said Chloe, "but I think I'm okay to go home now. Did you bring clothes for me? Mine were cut off my body on the ride over." 

"Baby, you can't fucking leave yet," said Jenn. "They need to run some tests and both of your legs are broken. You also cracked a couple of your ribs. Just lay back and try to relax, Baby." 

"I don't mean to be rude, Sweetie," said Chloe, "but that came out sounding a little obtuse. You tell me my legs are broken, my ribs are cracked, and then say to relax? That's like in that Batman movie we saw where Batman tells Katie Holmes not to panic and the next thing he says is that she's been poisoned. The two concepts do not mesh together very well." 

"Maybe I can help you to relax," said Jenn. Jenn stood up and peeled off her lavender blouse to reveal a lacy black bra. Jenn kicked off her heels, lifted up the covers and scooted into the bed next to Chloe. She leaned in and sucked on Chloe's earlobe. She stopped just long enough to ask, "Is this better, Baby?" 

Chloe moaned in reply, "Mmmmmmm, much better." Chloe had barely noticed she was no longer wearing a nasal cannula. 

Jenn held Chloe carefully as she nibbled and sucked on the earlobe. After seeing the bike, Jenn had feared the worst. She allowed herself to relax as she felt her sexy betrothed in her arms. Chloe was so warm and so soft to touch. It was a matter of willpower for Jenn to keep her libido in check. Holding back was never one of Jenn's strong suits, but she persevered. 

Earlier, she had pulled off Chloe's covers to look at the bruises and bandages. Jenn had lifted Chloe's hospital gown and inspected the body she knew so well. Jenn had seen and touched the bruises when Chloe slept and, therefore, had a good idea where she could and could not touch her fiancé. 

Jenn's hands did not roam over Chloe's soft body, despite how much they both wanted that. They settled into an almost possessive hug. Chloe's breathing slowed down a bit and she felt her body relax. She felt safe and she felt loved. 

Chloe remembered closing her eyes, but had apparently drifted off. When she opened her eyes, things were very different. Chloe was now in bed between Jenn and Frank. They were in the same room as earlier. It was daytime and occasional sounds could be heard from the football field through the open window. 

Frank had his arm draped around Chloe's shoulder. Jenn still hugged Chloe possessively. Marie and Holly sat at the foot of the bed and Catherine and Harry were seated in the chairs. Marie was not in scrubs and her lovely raven hair was down. She was wearing a light blue sweater with jeans. Holly was in a black suit with a white pullover top and a pencil skirt. 

Chloe could feel herself grinning. It had been a very long time since Chloe had felt like a member of a family. Her parents had disowned her long before they died. Her father was not going to have a "lesbian whore" for a daughter. All of her stuff was tossed into a garbage bag and she shuffled off looking for a place to live. When her parents died, she had no tears left for them. They were already as dead to her as she had been to them. Looking around the hospital room made Chloe realize that these wonderful people were her family. They were here for her and she was thrilled. She carefully wrapped her arm around Frank's neck. 

"You actually flew all the way up here in your seaplane to see me?" Chloe asked. 



"Hell, yeah, I flew up to see you," said Frank. "Good wing men are hard to come by." 

Chloe replied, "Maybe you're not such a punk after all." 

"You really have no idea how to compliment a man, do you?" asked Frank. 

"You let me know when a man shows up and I will compliment him," said Chloe. 

"Right," said Frank in a sarcastic voice. "You're not a man hater." 

"The term is misandrist," said Chloe, "and, no, I am not." Chloe turned to Marie and asked, "So, when can I go home?" 

"It's going to be a little bit," said Marie. "I have some contractors working on the house, so I paid for this room, including breakfast, lunch and dinner for Jenn, for the next three days." 

"Why are contractors working on the house for three days?" asked Chloe. 

"To make the house wheelchair accessible," replied Marie. 

"Why are you making the house wheelchair accessible?" 

"C, Honey," said Marie, "you broke both legs. You are going to be in a wheelchair. We live in a house designed after Super Storm Sandy. We need to make it accessible." 

"Is that practical?" asked Chloe. "I'm not going to be in a wheelchair forever..." 

"Practical, schmactical," said Marie. "I want you to be comfortable in your own home." 

Chloe brightened at Marie calling it her own home. Chloe often felt like a guest at the home of the Stevens sisters. She knew she was loved by both of them, but never completely felt at home there until Marie used that phrase. It took the argument out of Chloe. 

"Ok," said Chloe, "three days. Wait. You bought meals for Jenn for all three days?" 

Jenn asked, "You don't mind, do you?" 

Chloe had a huge grin on her face and said, "Shit, no!" Chloe did not like strange beds; Jenn knew this very well. Chloe was so happy that Jenn would be staying with her in the room during meals. Chloe suddenly remembered the rest of what Marie had said. She had purchased the hospital room for the three days. This most likely meant Jenn would be staying here the entire time. That would explain why Jenn was told to wait until Chloe was in her new room. 




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 07



Chloe rested her head on Jenn's shoulder and looked at the rest of her visitors. Mr. and Mrs. Stevens always looked like they were teenagers in love. They were almost always holding hands. Mrs. Stevens, Catherine, looked very much like her daughters. She and Marie had the same hazel eye color. Mr. Stevens, Harry, could easily be described by Chloe as a silver fox. She was not sexually attracted to him, but Chloe could appreciate how handsome Harry's almost white hair made him look. Holly had been uncharacteristically quiet. Chloe was about to address the beautiful blonde judge when Frank spoke up suddenly and cut her off before she could open her mouth. 

"Hey, Ree, is my room at your house still available or do I need to make other arrangements?" 

Marie walked up to Frank. She grabbed him roughly by the shirt collar and pulled him in as she kissed him hard on the lips. The kiss lasted at least eight seconds. Marie broke the kiss and slapped Frank hard across his cheek. The entire room was silent. All eyes were on Marie. 

Marie did not speak for the longest time. When she did finally say something, it was nowhere near what anyone was expecting her to say. 

She said, "It's Thursday. I have to go to my counseling session." Without another word, Marie walked out of the room. 

All eyes swiftly turned to Jenn and Chloe, the two Psychology majors in grad school. Holly was the first to speak. 

"What the hell was that?" she asked. 

Jenn said, "I'm not sure. I think.... She might finally be there." 

"She's finally where?" asked Frank as he rubbed his cheek. 

"Stage One," said Jenn with a meaningful tone. 

"Stage one of what?" asked Holly. 

"Well," said Chloe, "J is referring to Elisabeth Kübler-Ross' five stages of grief but it's misleading to say stage one." 

Harry asked, "Why is that?" 

Chloe said, "It's misleading because there is no right or wrong stage to start with. Many people think there is an order to them. They think you go from Denial to Anger to Bargaining to Depression to Acceptance. That simply isn't true. Some people start at Anger; some start at Depression." 

"That's right," said Jenn. "It's not always a one and done, either. Some people don't accept the stage they're in and they backslide. It's not unusual for a person to go back and forth between two stages for a while." 

"Ok," said Frank, "what stage is kissing and slapping people?" 

"Probably Denial," said Chloe. "That's another issue with Kübler-Ross. There isn't always a clear-cut divider between stages. That could easily have been Anger or Depression we just witnessed. It could even have been a little bit of the three stages combined. The important thing to take away from this, though, is that Ree might finally be on the path to facing her grief." 

Catherine asked, "Almost two years in mourning doesn't count?" 

"No," said Chloe. "It doesn't. Not for nothing, but Ree was only going through the motions. She wasn't confronting her grief. She was in denial, and I'm not talking about the Kübler-Ross stage. She was denying her grief. She put a lid on it so she could go to work everyday and so she could testify at those trials. She put a lid on her grief so she could be brave for us." 

"Is that such a bad thing?" asked Catherine. 

Chloe asked in reply, "Do you know what happens when you put a lid on a boiling pot?" 



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Marie arrived at Dr. Clarke's office right on time; as usual. Kevin opened the door for her and she walked in. Normally, Marie would enter the counseling office and sit in the chair facing Kevin's chair. This time she sat on the couch. The couch also faced Kevin's chair. There was a window behind the couch. Above the window was an analog clock that ticked quietly during each session. The walls were flanked with bookshelves. 

Kevin noted Marie in a new place and addressed her warmly, saying, "Good Afternoon, Marie. How have you been?" 

Marie sat perfectly still, almost stoically, for a moment or two and then she was actively sobbing. Kevin made no attempts to stop her crying. There was a coffee table in front of her with tissue boxes. She obviously needed this, so Kevin let her cry. He did not make faces or shift in his seat. He sat there as though he was patiently waiting for an answer to his question. Marie's upper body heaved violently as she sobbed. Kevin stayed calm and quiet. These were not histrionics. These tears were real and necessary. Kevin did not try to draw significance to this crying. Certainly, this was a significant act. He did not, however, try to discern the reason for the effusion of tears. 

Marie did not try to speak. She let the tears flow out of her. She released all of the pain she held in for all this time. Twenty-two months of guilt and anger she never allowed herself to share with anyone leaked out of her eyes. She turned herself and laid on the couch. Her sobbing continued. After an unimaginable length of time, Marie spoke as she cried. 

"Oh, God. Why? WHY?!? Oh, my God. Oh, why?" 

"'Why' what, Marie?" asked Kevin. 

Still crying, Marie said, "Why.... why did... Why.... Why did I live?" 

Kevin's face did not show the surprise he felt. They had never covered survivor's guilt in previous sessions. He asked, "Don't you believe you deserve to live?" 

"NO!!!" shouted Marie through her tears. "Trent was so good. He was so good. He was trying to protect me. He dropped like a brick. Why did I live? Why did I live? Why... Why did.... Why didn't I stop him?" 

Kevin, seeking clarification, asked, "Why didn't you stop Trent from protecting you?" 

"No," cried Marie. "Why didn't I stop him from getting out of the car?" 

"I don't understand." 

"I could have made him call AAA," sobbed Marie. "He didn't want to wait. I should have made him call and kissed him while we waited for help to arrive. Or... Or... or I c-could have made him take a different exit. We weren't out of gas. We just didn't have enough to make it to the city. We had enough to get off the Southern State and get on the Wantagh Parkway. We probably had enough to get on the Grand Central Parkway. We could have gone to a gas station that was closer to the exit. Why did I have to live?" 

"You lived because you had skills Trent did not," said Kevin. He wanted to see what reaction that would provoke. 

"No, I could have stopped it. If I was stronger, I could have gotten him to wait for a better exit. We would have been fine," said Marie. 

"Why didn't Trent make the decision to wait?" asked Kevin. "Why couldn't Trent wait?" 

"He was an asshole!" blurted out Marie through the tears. Her face felt hot. She couldn't believe she had just said that. She examined the ugly words that had just erupted from her tongue. Was it true? Was that entire nightmare of a night Trent's fault? She felt sadness, loneliness, and anger at the same time. She tried to explain to Kevin and herself what she'd just called her beloved late husband. "He couldn't see how vulnerable we were. He just plundered forward. What the fuck was wrong with him? We should have called AAA! We should have fucking called AAA and not have tried to change the flat ourselves. It's almost like he raped me..." It seemed as though Marie was going to say more but her voice trailed off. 

Kevin asked, "What do you mean?" 

"Well," said Marie, still crying but not as hard as she had been, "Once he set things in motion, things were leading up to my rape and I had no choice. I had no chance of stopping the train once he pulled it out of the station. He put me in that situation. Trent put me there. It wasn't me, it wasn't Frank. It wasn't the motherfuckers who raped me. It was Trent. Trent put me in that situation. There were so many other things we could have done but we did what he wanted, the dumb son of a bitch! That stupid dick could have been my first time if he would have shown a modicum of patience. Instead, my first time was six motherfuckers trying to fill every fucking hole I have. Why? Why couldn't I stop him?" 

"You had no idea what would happen," said Kevin, "He had no idea." 

"Maybe not, but he should have seen he was putting us in danger. He should have understood the consequences of impatience. And those mother... those motherfuckers thought they owned me. They thought they owned me because they popped my fucking cherry. Just like Trent thought he owned me because he was going to pop it. He put me there. He put me on that fucking street to be raped because he thought he owned me. I was stripped and fucking raped because that miserable dick thought I was his to order around. They raped me. They fucking raped me. They completely raped me. Holly and Jenn raped me..." 

"Why do you say that Holly and Jenn raped you?" asked Kevin. 

"I wasn't ready," said Marie. "I was so vulnerable and they took me. It was softer and safer and nicer than being raped at knifepoint on the street, but they fucking raped me. They threw me into this world of sex that I still didn't know about. I had sex once before they got to me. It was forced sex with six fucking partners but I was only one sexual experience removed from my virginity and they had me in a Sapphic three-way. What the fuck is that? Why couldn't I fucking stop them? Why couldn't I scratch their eyes out or tell them to keep their goddamn hands to themselves? They fucking raped me. My sister and my lawyer and they fucking raped me. Raped by a lawyer. Now she's a judge and I voted for her. My sister. My sister. I slept with my fucking sister. I fucked my sister's fiancé. I was ten feet from my sister and I fucked her fiancé. I don't even know if that was my choice. I just don't know if I would have chosen to have sex with any of the people I've fucked. I don't know. I think they all raped me. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know why I let them fuck me. It was so exciting and it felt good. I've cum so many times in so many ways. Oh, my God. I've become a slut. I just can't believe that none of this would be a part of my life if Trent had called AAA. Maybe it was me. I could have called. I could have taken his phone and called AAA. If we had called, everything would be different." 

Kevin asked, "How would everything be different?" 

"How?" asked Marie with incredulity. "I wouldn't be the Merry Widow! I'd be married. I wouldn't get fucked by my lawyer and my sister at the will reading. I would have lost my virginity to my husband and not a pack of animals. I wouldn't have slept with those college students or my co-workers. Dharmesh wouldn't hit on me because I'd have a ring on my left hand. I never would have dated him. I wouldn't be living with two horny lesbians. I wouldn't have had to have an abortion!" 

Marie was silent after she released that final outburst. She had never mentioned the abortion to anyone. 

"You had an abortion?" 

"Yes, I had a fucking abortion!" shouted Marie. "I was raped! I wasn't going to keep that child; let it grow in me. I thought about putting it up for adoption, but that would mean I'd have to give birth to it. Those fucking motherfuckers knocked me up and I did not want to give birth to their spawn. I went to an abortion clinic in Nassau County and I had them take that horrible thing out of my body. I wanted to have kids. With Trent. I wanted to have at least two; maybe three. I had looked forward to having children and they fucking took that away from me, too!" 

"You can't still have children?" asked Kevin. 

"How could I enjoy them now? I've already killed one," said Marie, still softly sobbing. "I freaked out about having the baby of one of those six monsters and I ran to the abortion clinic. Then I threw myself at those Human Sexuality and Psychology students Jenn was bringing home." 

Kevin asked, "Do you feel those students raped you, too?" 

"What? No. No, I don't think so," said Marie. "I wasn't myself, I know. I would never have that much sex with so many people if Trent were alive, even if he turned out to be a swinger. That being said, I chose it. I told Jenn what type of person or persons I wanted next and she got them for me. No, the students had sex with me but they didn't rape me. I was in control." 

Kevin asked, "Do you feel any time when you have sex, when you are not in control, that it's rape?" 

"No," relied Marie. "I think you can have consensual uncontrolled sex. If you trust your partner or partners, you can." 

"So how do you define rape?" 

"Rape is sex without consent," Marie responded. 

"You didn't consent to Jenn and Holly?" asked Kevin. 

"How could I?" asked Marie. "I didn't really know what sex was. All I knew were cocks shoving into me. The only difference between my first sexual experience and my second was cocks became fingers, tongues and clits." 

"Marie," Kevin said, "we're running out of time and you've opened up several points we need to discuss in detail. Meeting once a month is not going to cut it any longer. Are you available to meet at this time every Monday and Thursday?" 

Marie thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I should be able to do that." 

"Very good," he said. "I would also like you to consider becoming the co-facilitator for a support group that meets in the basement of the Methodist Church on Wellwood Avenue. They meet on the first and third Tuesday of every month." 

Before she left, Marie made an important decision. She told it to Kevin. Kevin, for his part, said that the choice was hers to make but he could see the logic behind the decision. 

After her counseling session, Marie drove back to the hospital. She did not go to the Med/Surg Unit. She went instead to see the DON. 

Carol was still relatively new to the Director of Nursing job. She had been acting DON for third shift for years, but had only been in the big position for a few months. She eagerly ushered Marie into the office when the raven haired beauty knocked on the door. Marie looked around the office as she took the seat Carol indicated with a gesture. The office looked incomplete. There were things hanging on the walls and there was furniture, but the impression Marie got was that this project was not finished. Marie noted the leather chairs and the oak desk. The things that were in the office were meant to impress. 

"Hello, Marie," said Carol. "How's Chloe doing? Is your family comfortable in her room on Med/Surg?" 

"I think she's going to be fine," replied Marie. "My family is ok, but that's not why I'm here." 

"Ok," said Carol. "Well, don't make me guess..." Carol shifted her weight. She was a large nurse who never ran for a code in her life. She was very good, however, at making decisions on the fly and making friends with important people. 

"I need to leave the hospital," said Marie. "I can't unload my emotional baggage while I'm working here." 

"Thank God you finally realize that!" 

"Um, what?" asked Marie. 

"Honey, I was on call on your wedding night," said Carol. "I was right here and instead of crying and letting yourself heal, you asked for a rape test. What the hell is wrong with you?" 

Marie got defensive and said, "I was just..." 

"You were putting on a brave face for your sister and the nurses here who look up to you," said Carol. "I know. The problem is, you had the brave mask on so long, you forgot you could take it off. Marie, for the love of God, I set you up in a treatment room we can close the door to so you could cry and what do you do? You order your rape test. Stop being brave and let yourself be a human being. Give me a second, here. I need to check something on the computer. Dum dee dum dee da, dum dee dum dee doo. Ah, here we go. You're scheduled to work this weekend and you have eleven personal days left. This is perfect." 

"What's perfect?" asked Marie. 

"You're going to take this pen and this sheet of paper," Carol said as she handed the objects to Marie, "and you are going to put your two weeks notice in writing. You are going to work tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday and then stop coming in. Your last official day will be two weeks from tomorrow, but I'm going to allow you to use up your personal days. Sunday will be your last actual day." 

"Can you do that?" asked Marie. 

Carol answered her question with a question. "Who am I?" 

"You're the DON," Marie answered. 

Carol replied, "You're damn right, I am! You give me a nice written two weeks notice, work three more days and you start doing things for yourself and stop worrying about other people for a little while. You got me?" 

"I think so," said Marie tentatively. 

"I don't want you to think so, I want you to get me. You got me?" 

Marie said, "I got you." 

"Good," said Carol. "Write out your notice." 

"Why are you doing this for me?" asked Marie. 

Carol responded, "I have a lot of reasons to do this. One, you're a damned good nurse who needs some time for herself. Two, I actually owe you one. You won't know this, but a while back one of the second year residents, Dr. Patel, complained to the Chief of Medicine that the nurses were being very professional to him but none of them would go out with him. The Chief of Medicine came to me to tell me what a great job I'm doing with my nurses. It got me a dinner with the President and CEO. I found out you were the ringleader on that one. So, this is a thank you. Three, and this is none of your business, but when I was nineteen I was raped during a blind date. I'm giving you my card before you walk out that door. If you ever need anyone to talk to, my cell number is on there. Oh, and I'm going to treat this like you're joining the military." 

"Um," said Marie, "you're going to what?" 

"Don't you know this?" asked Carol. "If you quit a job to join the military, after you've served your country, if you apply for work with the same employer they are required by Federal law to rehire you at the position and pay rate you would have had if you never quit. As far as I'm concerned, you're in the Air Force. You take as long as you need to get your shit together. If you stay away long enough, maybe I'll hire you back as my ADON. Anyway, do you have your two weeks notice all written out?" 

"Yes." 

"Let me see," said Carol. Marie handed back the sheet of paper and Carol hummed quietly as she read it. Finally, Carol said, "Good, very good. This is exactly what I needed. Ok, kid. Three more days of work and then you can do what you need to do for yourself. Did you want me to bring in a cake on Sunday at the end of your shift?" 

"No," said Marie. "Thank you. I think I want to keep this quiet." 

"Suit yourself," said Carol. "All right, get out of my office. I'm very busy and important." 

"Thanks, Carol." 

"Thank you! Take care of yourself out there, Marie." Carol said. 

Marie did not go directly up to Chloe's room. She went out to the parking lot and made a few phone calls. Marie was planning out her life and it took several phone calls to arrange everything the way she needed it. When Marie finished her business, she went up to Chloe's room. Chloe and Jenn were the only people left in the room. 

"Hey, Ree," said Chloe. "How was therapy this month?" 

"It was one hell of a session," Marie said. "A lot of things came out; mostly my tears. I came to a lot of conclusions. Some of them may actually be true. I need some time to think about everything. I quit my job." 

"You did what?" asked Jenn. 

"Well, it's not like we need the money," said Marie. There was some anger in her voice; Chloe heard it. 

"Are you ok, Ree?" she asked. 

Marie replied calmly, "I'm not sure. I have a lot to think about. I spoke to Carol. I'm working the next three days and then I'm quitting. I'm moving into Tarabella for a little while. I just need some space. I have some staff, there, to attend to me and the house. I made some arrangements at home. The contractors will be done Saturday; Tuesday at the latest, so we'll say Tuesday. You should be discharged in a week or so after the pins and the casts are done and everything looks ok. I arranged to have a Physical Therapist live at the house for one month once you get back there. She's going to get you up and walking before you know it. I'll come back home when I can. I just can't be there right now." 




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 07



"Why not?" asked Jenn. 

"Because when I was talking during my therapy session, I blurted out that I felt you and Holly raped me. We didn't have enough time in the session to address it properly, so I'm still chewing on that thought," replied Marie calmly. 

Jenn asked, "You think I fucking raped you?" 

Marie replied, "At least subconsciously I seem to." 

Chloe chimed in, "Right, and we need to respect the validity of that. So, Ree, how much distance will you need from us? Can we call your cell while you're in the Hamptons?" 

Marie thought about this. She didn't want to be rude. She really didn't. She loved both of these women with all of her heart. There was that small part of her, however, that felt Jenn and Holly had raped her in Holly's office and she needed to give that its due respect. Marie weighed everything over in her head. She could feel the pain she was no longer shunting. It was threatening to make her burst out in tears. If it started, she wouldn't reign them in. She would let herself cry. She knew, deep down, that she needed to. That's what the move to Tarabella was all about. She was going to surrender to her pain and face it in a foreign, albeit comfortable, environment. 

She had been to the huge property in Bridgehampton. It was not a beach house as it had been described in Trent's will. It was a mansion that sat on a private beach. It had an Olympic size pool and multiple hot tubs. It was a very soothing place to go to face her pain. 

"No," said Marie finally. "I'll check in, but don't call me unless I go more than three days without calling you." 

That seemed fair to Chloe. Later in the evening Chloe would convince Jenn that it was fair. At that particular moment, Jenn was hurt. She never thought she and Holly had forced themselves on Ree. Really, Jenn thought, she had followed the lead of the two naked women she discovered in the lawyer's office.. Her status as a rapist, therefore, really depended on what Holly did. Jenn was getting angry. She didn't want to be angry at her sister. Her sister was finally opening up to hard emotions. Jenn gave Chloe's hand a squeeze. Chloe looked over and gave Jenn exactly what she needed: a smile that made Jenn melt. 



Marie went home to pack. She would leave enough things unpacked to go to work for three days. Other than that, it was getting loaded in her car. She had no idea how long she'd be at Tarabella and would rather bring too much than not enough. Marie was hesitant about making such a radical change to her life. She could certainly afford to do this. The most convincing argument she gave to herself was that this felt right. It was time to tear down old walls and build up a new life. Marie packed her luggage and left it by her bedroom door. She would be ready to load her car up after work on Sunday. Her journey was a weekend away. 

Friday morning in the ED was always dicey. There was that ominous "Sword of Damocles" feeling that all hell would break loose after the morning nurses got report from the night nurses. This was true of any shift change, but Friday morning seemed to be the shift hard-wired to have shit hit the fan. The report Marie got seemed light. Erin, the night nurse giving her report, seemed very anxious to leave. It was almost as though she knew the shit was inches from the fan and wanted to get out before the splatter. The report was signed, the med cart was counted and Erin practically left skid marks on her way out of the ED. 

Marie should have known. The door had barely closed behind Erin when an ambulance came in. Marie stepped up and led the paramedics to treatment room seven. The girl on the stretcher looked like a middle school student. As it turns out, she was celebrating her twenty-first birthday. Marie helped transfer her onto the stretcher in the treatment room, got a clean gown, and began her assessment of the new patient. Pupil response and breathing pattern suggested drug use rather than the expected alcohol poisoning that usually accompany newly minted twenty-one year olds in the Emergency Department. Marie called the charge nurse and, after a consultation with the resident on duty, got permission to run a tox screen. The results, when they finally came in were shocking. The girl, her name would later turn out to be Traci, had almost lethal amounts of MDMA or Molly cut with Ketamine in her system. After a quick consult, and once Traci was stabilized and able to give informed consent, Marie started the rape test. Evidence of rape was fairly obvious. Marie excused herself and went to the bathroom for a long cry. She cleaned herself up and was professional for the rest of the time she needed to spend with Traci. 

Traci almost died several times. The combination of Molly and Ketamine was not the most human-friendly cocktail a person could imbibe; especially mixed with the vodka and cranberry juice it was slipped into. Marie was not going to let Traci die on her. There was one point where Marie had to fetch the AED. She and Kristina performed CPR on Traci and Marie hooked up the AED. She administered a shock and they got Traci back. Traci floated in and out of consciousness for several hours. When she was unconscious, Traci's sats would go down. 

Traci was taking up so much of Marie's time, Marie was relying on reports from the ED Techs to keep up with her other patients. The Techs would remind Marie who needed meds, who was going to a diagnostic test and things of that nature. Marie was always good to the Techs, so they rarely complained when she asked more of them than usual. Besides, when she focused on one patient she did the Tech's job for that patient, too, such as bed baths. 

Marie washed Traci thoroughly while the young woman slept. She washed Traci's hair to discover bleach blonde hair with black streaks. The makeup was washed off to reveal an angelic face. Washing further, Marie found an incredible body. Large, gravity defying tits, a defined core and shapely legs. Traci was an amazing beauty. Marie took a good look, let out a fairly loud sigh, put the clean gown on Traci and checked her vitals again. Concentrating on this young woman, Marie forgot the shivers that had gone down her spine when she first suspected Traci was raped. 

Rape was no longer a trigger word for Marie. There was a time she would almost automatically flashback to her wedding night upon hearing the word; even just thinking it. This was no longer the case. At least it was not the case in this particular instant. Marie was focused on keeping this woman alive and out of danger. It was touch and go for a long time. When Traci went downhill, she did so quickly, and it took a long time to get her back. One of the advantages of having someone you needed to focus on was that time often went by very quickly. Before Marie knew it, it was seven at night and the evening shift nurse was there for report. Marie stayed until eight, giving report and helping to keep Traci stable. Marie seriously doubted she would see Traci alive. She said a little prayer before leaving. 



Marie went upstairs to the Med/Surg unit to check on Chloe. She chatted briefly with Chloe's night nurse, who'd just gotten report on Chloe. Chloe was stable and seemed to be in good spirits. She had complained of pain more than once and they were establishing her tolerance level for meds. 

Marie knocked on the door before entering, as was her habit. Chloe's smile beamed at Marie. Jenn was obviously happy to see Marie but was a bit guarded, most likely still stinging from being accused of rape. Marie looked and felt absolutely exhausted. Chloe spotted it instantly, of course. 



"Gee, Ree," said Chloe, "no offense, but you look as though you've been to hell and back." 

"It feels like it," admitted Marie. "Busy shift. How was your day?" 

"My day?" asked Chloe. "I've been wheeled to X-Ray and Ultrasound. I've been poked and prodded and otherwise I've been watching cartoons with J. Thank you for asking." 

"Are you two going to be ok here?" asked Marie, ignoring Chloe's sarcasm. "Do you need anything from home?" 

Chloe and Jenn looked at each other for a few seconds. Neither one said a word. Eventually, Jenn looked up and said, "We don't need anything from home, but would you be able to work it out so that I can stay here until Chloe is discharged?" 

"Sure, no problem," said Marie. "I was already thinking about doing that when I realized how long her stay would be. Is there anything else?" 

"Are you ok?" Chloe asked. 

"I'm still repressing my emotions," said Marie. "Once I get through the weekend, I'll be at Tarabella and just release everything I've kept locked in. I'll be fine." 

At 8:30, there was a general announcement over the speakers warning that visiting hours were now over. This really didn't apply to the occupants of Chloe's room. Jenn was a paid guest and Marie was staff. Marie decided to go anyway. She gave Chloe and Jenn each a peck on the cheek and left. 

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Lights were turning off in the hallways and the door to Chloe's room was closed by a nurse. Jenn kissed Chloe tenderly. After a very nice makeout session, Jenn carefully went down on Chloe. It never took much to get Chloe aroused and this was no exception. Jenn had her soaking wet within seconds. Jenn did not want to disturb Chloe's catheter and so she concentrated on the clit. Chloe tried to stop herself from moaning and failed miserably. 

"J," Chloe whispered, "what if a nurse catches us?" 

Jenn replied, "We'll ask her to join us. Duh. We're paid up here. It's not like they can kick us out..." 

Jenn returned to her loving ministrations and soon had Chloe cumming hard. It was probably frowned upon, but Jenn was out of fucks to give about hospital policy regarding conjugal visits. Each rule was more Puritanical than the rule before it She loved Chloe and wanted Chloe to be comfortable here. Chloe's moans and loud orgasms indicated she was very comfortable already and Jenn hadn't warmed up yet. 

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When she arrived home, Marie raided the refrigerator. She had spent so much time with Traci, she'd barely had time for lunch. Marie heated up some leftovers in the microwave and ate in silence. Marie was feeling an emotion she couldn't quite identify. It wasn't exhaustion, although she was feeling that as well. She decided to call it an early night and went upstairs to her room. Marie went to the en suite bathroom and washed up for bed. She stripped herself absentmindedly and slid under the covers. Marie settled into the bed and soon began weeping. She had no clue as to why she was crying and she didn't try to stop herself. She sat up in the bed as she cried. Her upper body heaved with her tears and heavy breathing. Her nipples rubbed against the sheets. The pleasurable sensation did not retard her crying. 

Marie was no longer aware of her surroundings. She was lost in her tears. She thought of Trent. She felt the guilt of not joining him. She felt the anger that it was his own fault he was dead and she was raped. She felt loss and sadness. She felt a hand on her left shoulder. Marie lifted her eyes to see Frank standing there, naked, with a worried look in his eyes. 





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Thank you for reading. Please leave me some polite constructive criticism. I will be taking my time with Chapter 8, but it is coming. 



The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 08



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains violence, elements of lesbian sex and light bondage.

Previously, in this series, a young woman witnessed the murder of her husband on their wedding day before she was violently raped. The woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse and used her training to get through traumatic experiences to push all thoughts of grief to the back of her subconscious. She had gone through the motions, but not allowed herself to grieve. She lived in a house on Long Island's south shore with her sister, Jenn Stevens, and Jenn's betrothed, Chloe Drasher. Marie identified her attackers and testified against them in court. Marie had a few scars, one from the night of her rape when she was nearly stabbed to death; one from a gunshot wound to her shoulder. Marie had a support system in place: her housemates, her parents, Catherine and Harry (who, secretly, are into bondage), her brother, Frank (who, not so secretly, has a crush on her), her judge friend, Holly (who may or may not have raped Marie in the process of comforting her) and several nurses with whom Marie had slept. Kevin, Marie's therapist, had noticed that Marie finally seemed ready to begin the grieving process she has denied for so long. Chloe had been hit by a driver who was texting. Frank flew up to see Chloe. Jenn stayed in the hospital room with Chloe. Marie had given notice and was working her final days at the hospital. She was crying, naked, in her room. She was interrupted by Frank, who was also naked.

Thank you very much for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. The wonderful thing about writing about a person denying their grief is that you can incorporate comments into later chapters. Thanks to everyone who has contributed to the series in this way. Please feel free to give polite constructive criticism. I'm happy to answer questions, except about what's coming next. I do, eventually, read all the comments and often respond to them. So you are welcome to ask questions or, politely, tell me what I'm doing wrong. I am flabbergasted whenever Literotica authors I like read my pitiful prose. As this has happened a few times, I'm in a very happy place. 



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Marie was shocked to see Frank standing in front of her. Her breasts were exposed enough to show her erect nipples. Her bed covers shielded the view of everything below that. Frank's hand was on her shoulder and her eyes followed his arm back to his body. His naked body and his semi-erect cock were right freaking there. Frank looked very much like Trent, Marie's late husband. Frank had always been a slightly younger looking "twin". Frank was actually a few months younger than Marie. In the time since Trent's murder, Frank had aged to look exactly as his brother did before his untimely death. Maybe not exactly. Frank definitely was tanner. Marie had never seen Trent naked. She imagined the sight before her was roughly what the experience would have been like. There was a strange mixture of emotions. This moment in time was awkward, yet sexy.

"What are you doing in my room?" Marie asked quietly. Her body was still shaking from her tears. It had a marvelous effect on her pert breasts; something which was not lost on Frank.

"I heard you crying," said Frank plainly, "and I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"I'm fine as frog's hair," said Marie.

"You're fine as what?" asked Frank, not understanding the expression. Neither person made any attempt to cover themselves. This did not go unnoticed by either person.

"Oh," said Marie, "we once had a resident from the south who used to use that phrase. I guess I picked it up."

Frank said, "You can put it back down. It sounds very weird when you say it."

Marie's crying had quieted. She smiled, slightly, and said, "Not so weird to make me unattractive, I trust? Your little friend has grown about an inch since I said it."

"Yeah," said Frank sheepishly. "My 'little friend' reacted to you saying that you were 'fine.' He agrees. Is this making you uncomfortable?"

"No," Marie said softly. "I see naked men every single day. I'm not uncomfortable looking at a penis."

"I'm guessing you see naked women everyday, too?" asked Frank.

"Of course."

"I should have been a nurse," Frank said.

"You wouldn't be able to handle the stress of my job," said Marie. "By the way, what do you do for a living?"

"I live off my inheritance and my investments," replied Frank.

"That's not a job," said Marie. "I do that, too. I've invested my inheritance money and increased my portfolio, but it's not a job."

"Well, it's as close to a job as I ever wanted to have," said Frank. "You're not crying anymore. Are you feeling better?"

"A little," admitted Marie. "Thank you." She wasn't completely relaxed but her tears were gone and that was something.

"Do you want a hug?" asked Frank.

"I don't think I'm ready for that yet," said Marie. "I'd probably have a flashback and beat you to a pulp if you got too close to me right now. If you want, though, you could sit down and we could keep talking..."

Frank did want to. He sat respectfully at the foot of the bed and they spoke casually for another hour. Neither made any attempts to cover their nudity until Marie did so instinctively when she felt cold. They shook hands since Frank did not want to be slapped (or worse) if he attempted a kiss, and said goodnight to each other. The experience, oddly enough, was not a sexual one and neither masturbated that night.

Marie got up much earlier than Frank did. He did not wake up until long after Marie went to work for the day. She went through her normal routine and walked briskly to Traci's new room to check on her before morning report. Traci was still alive. She was moved to the sub-acute section of the ED. She was no longer in Marie's section. Marie got report from the night nurse and then went back to check on Traci.

Traci did much better Saturday than she had Friday. She stayed conscious longer and she was speaking well. Her sats only went down once and she never fully coded. Marie was able to visit Traci several times during the day. Saturday was unusually slow. A slow Saturday in an Emergency Department could only mean one thing: Sunday was going to suck balls. The only thing one could do on a slow ED day was enjoy it for as long as it lasted. Marie, therefore, chose to check on Traci.

At one point, Marie went in to check up on Traci and found her crying. This set off Marie. She hugged Traci and dissolved into a blubbering mess. Mike, one of the ED Techs, was going to step in and stop the crying women. Another Tech, Jessie, grabbed Mike before he could enter Traci's room.

"Um, uh, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Jessie asked Mike.

Defensively, Mike answered, "They're crying. I'm just going to get them to stop."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" snapped Jessie. "Get your ass out of sub-acute, Mr. Testosterone, and let the frigging tears flow!"

No words were spoken for several minutes as the women hugged and sobbed. Eventually, Marie's tears stopped and Traci also stopped crying. Earlier, Marie had found the card for Detective Rodrigues and after their shared cry, she gave it to Traci. The rest of Marie's shift was relatively easy. She assaulted herself with questions of what she should do next. Should she tell her friends she'd quit? Should she stay overnight at the hospital to avoid seeing Frank? Should she give Traci her number? Should she avoid visiting Jenn and Chloe? In the end, she chose to answer all of these questions with a "no".

After giving report to the night nurse, Marie spent three minutes visiting Traci. They did not cry this time. Instead, they sat in quiet conversation. Marie kept it short. She could see Traci was facing her issues and would need her space. Marie went up to the Medical/Surgical Unit.

Upon entering Chloe's room, Marie saw Chloe and Jenn in the bed together laughing hard, to the point of tears. Both Chloe and Jenn were wearing hospital gowns. Neither woman seemed to notice Marie's entrance.

She asked them, "What are you two up to?"

"Not much," said Jenn, still laughing. "We just had a friendly little bet."

"What kind of bet?" asked Marie with some mixture of dread and curiosity.

"Nothing huge," said Jenn. "Chloe bet me I wouldn't walk all the way around the Med/Surg Unit."

"That's all?" inquired Marie.

"Well, no," said Chloe. "She had to do it wearing a hospital gown; and nothing else."

"Are you nuts?" asked Marie. "Everyone here knows you're my sister. How will that make me look?"

Jenn said, "What are they going to do; fire you? Tomorrow's your last day."

That cooled the fire in Marie's eyes. It was true. She had one final 12 hour shift ahead of her and then she would no longer be employed there. It really didn't matter, ultimately, what people thought of her. Marie envisioned all the weekend staff taking the time to admire Jenn's heart-shaped ass. Marie began to laugh at the thought but the laughs soon turned to tears. Marie really didn't know why she was crying. She just was. She was sobbing uncontrollably and had no clue what set her off.

Jenn and Chloe let Marie have her tears. They did not try to comfort her or quiet her in any way. Any release at this point, they knew, was a good thing. When Marie eventually stopped crying, Chloe spoke about something completely different.

"The police were here today," said the recovering redhead.

"Oh, God," said Marie. "What else have you two been up to?"

"No, no," said Jenn. "They were here to question her about the accident."

"They were very nice," said Chloe.

"I didn't think so," Jenn said.

"Ha! I guess you didn't," said Chloe, "but that was only because they tried to kick you out."

"I'm so glad you stood up for me," said Jenn.

"Yeah, Sweetie," said Chloe, "as if I'd let you leave my side." Chloe kissed Jenn softly on the lips.

"So what did the cops say?" asked Marie when it looked as if the two gorgeous women were more interested in making out than continuing the story.

"They were amazed at how much detail my baby was able to give them," Jenn said proudly.

"Which only proves that they don't know her," said Marie with a bigger smile than she'd let live on her face for a very long time.

"Aww," said Chloe. "Don't make me blush. It's probably not good for me. Well, I told them everything I could remember and they jotted it down in their little notebooks. I'm pretty sure the taller cop was just drawing a horse in his notebook, though. They said they would check on what I told them and see if they got any leads. I thanked them. I am getting a major case of cabin fever here, Ree."

"What do you want me to do, C? I'm not your nurse anymore."

Chloe smiled and said, "You're always my nurse." 

Marie's brow wrinkled for a few seconds and then she said, "Give me a couple of minutes." 

She walked out of the room without another word. Chloe and Jenn waited, looking at the door, wondering what the raven haired nurse was up to. When Marie came back in the room she was not alone. Marie was pushing a wheelchair. She placed it, with the seat facing the door of the room, at the foot of the bed. Two nurses walked in behind Marie. One was holding what looked like a small, blue, cargo net or the sling of a hammock. The other nurse was pushing a machine that looked a lot like a small crane.

Chloe asked, "What the hell is all this?"

"This is a Hoyer lift, my dear," said Marie as she walked to the side of Chloe's bed closest to the window. 

The nurse holding the blue sling stepped to the other side of Chloe's bed.

"Jenn, you need to stand up for a minute," said Marie. After Jenn complied, Marie looked sweetly at Chloe and said, "We're going to log roll you. Are you ready?" Chloe nodded and Marie counted out a slow, "One... Two... Three!"

With skilled hands at Chloe's shoulder and hip, the one's furthest away from Marie, Marie rolled Chloe on to her side so that she was facing Marie. The other nurse stuffed the blue sling under Chloe and Chloe was then rolled on to her other side, facing that nurse. Marie tugged on the sling and then Chloe was rolled on to her back. The third nurse moved the machine up to Chloe's bed.

The nurse who had brought the sling asked, "What are you going with, Marie? Blue and black?"

Marie said, "I was actually thinking of using blue and purple."

Chloe, having no idea what the nurses were talking about, looked at Marie. Marie was hooking loops from the sling on to hooks on the Hoyer lift. The loops closest to Chloe's shoulders were colored blue. There had been other choices of colored loops on each strand. The loops closest to Chloe's knees, as predicted, were purple.

Marie asked, "Are you ready?"

Chloe asked in reply, "Am I ready for what?"

"The ride of your life," said Marie. 

Marie nodded and the third nurse pressed a button on the machine. The crane arm on the Hoyer lift raised. Eventually the arm was high enough to lift the sling that Chloe was riding on. She was pulled off the bed and began to swing slightly. Marie raised her hand and stopped the sling from swinging. The other two nurses moved the Hoyer lift so that Chloe and the sling moved towards the wheelchair. The sling was turned and the crane arm descended slowly. The three nurses turned Chloe and she realized she was in a seated position in the sling and about to sit in the wheelchair. She dropped lower and lower until she stopped. She was sitting in the wheelchair and, other than a little soreness, it didn't hurt. Marie unhooked the loops from the hooks and covered Chloe's legs with a blanket.

Marie made an elaborate two handed gesture to Jenn indicating that she should push Chloe's wheelchair. The third nurse opened the door to the room and brought the Hoyer lift out. Jenn was about to follow with Chloe and her wheelchair, but the doorway was suddenly blocked by a very tall and imposing looking woman with blonde hair in a ponytail.

"Excuse me," said the very tall and imposing looking woman. "I'm looking for Chloe Drasher."

All eyes in the room automatically went to the young injured redhead in the wheelchair. There was a palpable silence in the room as everyone waited to see what this was about. Tentatively, Chloe wheeled herself closer to the tall woman.

"I... I'm Chloe Drasher," she said at last.

"I probably should have guessed, but there were two of you in hospital gowns," remarked the tall woman with a warm smile. "You don't know me, but we spoke on the phone. My name is Gail."

Chloe's eyes went wide and a huge smile filled her face. She was beaming at the recognition of the name. Her arms jutted out, silently imploring the tall woman to come in for a hug.

Chloe said, "Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God! Gail! I can't believe it's you! You're nothing like I imagined you. Oh, my God! How did you find me?"

Gail smiled as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear and said, "I called Judge Sullivan like you suggested. I asked her how you were and she said you were still at the hospital. I checked the records to see which hospital you were brought to."

Chloe didn't recognize Holly's business name of Judge Sullivan at first. When it dawned on her who Gail was talking about, she hugged the tall blonde dispatcher even tighter.

"I'm so glad you found me," said Chloe, beaming, "but I need to get out of this room. Would you mind taking a stroll around the Medical/Surgical Unit with me?"

"I'd love to," said Gail with a smile.

"Oh," said Chloe. "I should make introductions. The gorgeous woman in the hospital gown is my fiancé, Jenn. She's only wearing that to cheer me up. The nurse who looks a lot like Jenn is Jenn's sister, Marie. The other nurse, with the lovely décolletage, did not introduce herself to me; nor did the one you passed in the doorway. Everyone, this is Gail. She's the dispatcher who stayed on the line with me until the ambulance arrived."

Gail was greeted warmly by Jenn after that. Jenn excused herself to the bathroom so she could change back into her street clothes. The nurse with the lovely cleavage introduced herself as Amber and excused herself to check up on her other patients. Marie was about to excuse herself to go home but Chloe, sensing this, held Marie's hand and kept her there.

"Please stay with us a little bit longer, Ree," said Chloe. "You're leaving tomorrow and I want to spend some quality time with you before you go." Chloe smiled when Marie nodded in agreement. Chloe turned to Gail and said, "How's Beth doing? Your fiancé's name is Beth, right?"

"Yes," said Gail. "I'm surprised you remembered. She's doing very well. Thank you for asking. Beth's very excited now that we've finally set a date."

"You did? Congratulations! Is Holly... Um, is Judge Sullivan going to marry you two?"

"Yes, she is," said Gail with a huge smile. "Thank you so much for her number. She was so nice. There are not enough LGBT-friendly judges in this state."

"Isn't it 'GLBT'?" asked Marie.

"It depends who you ask," said Gail. Gail saw that Marie wasn't trying to be mean. It was obvious she was merely curious, so the tall dispatcher answered the beautiful nurse honestly. "Men are more likely to say 'GLBT' and women generally prefer to say 'LGBT.'"

Jenn emerged from the bathroom and Chloe reached out for a hug. Jenn smiled lovingly as she hugged her betrothed. Jenn pushed Chloe's wheelchair as Chloe held hands with Marie and Gail. The unit's hallways were not quite wide enough for three people to walk abreast, much less two people walking on either side of a wheelchair. Occasionally, Gail needed to step behind Chloe, with Jenn, to avoid med carts, COWs and other assorted items out in the hall. The COWs, or Computers On Wheels, in this unit all had names like Bossy and Daisy so that the nurses could easily identify the COW to which they were assigned. The four ladies did a loop through the unit.

When they came back to Chloe's private room, Marie told the others that she was feeling tired and needed to go home. Chloe hated to see her leave, but she understood. Chloe asked if Marie would stop by the room before leaving for Tarabella. Marie said she honestly wasn't sure. She promised Chloe that if she didn't stop up first, she would call as soon as she arrived in Bridgehampton. Chloe accepted that and hugged Marie goodnight and possibly goodbye. Gail agreed to stay a bit longer. Marie told Gail that it was nice meeting her as they shook hands.



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Dori Lee was twisting the cap off a bottle of beer when she heard the knock on her door. She took two long pulls from the bottle before walking to the door. She did not open it. Dori put her hand on the door and felt the texture.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Midori Lee?" a male voice asked her in return.

Dori bristled at this. NO ONE ever called her "Midori". Everyone knew better. Whoever was on the other side of the door was not a friend. She took a quick sip of her beer for courage.

"Who's asking?" Dori asked in reply. She knew that, in asking that, she gave away that she was Dori Lee.

"Ms. Lee," the voice answered, "This is the police. We just have a few questions for you about an incident that happened near here a few days ago."

Dori was trying to think of any recent incidents. She'd been pretty good lately. It had been a year since she tried to burn anything. She stopped going to bars. She had her beers at home. She'd been good.

"What incident was this?" Dori asked.

"Could you open the door, please, Ms. Lee? It would be easier to talk about this if I didn't have to shout through the door," said the male voice.

Dori searched her conscious carefully before opening the door. She looked at the two detectives. One was a hispanic looking male, obviously the one who'd been speaking to her. The other was a tall Asian-American woman. Dori thought the woman had to be of Korean descent. 




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"Ms. Lee?" asked the male as he showed his badge.

"What's this about?" Dori asked impatiently.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Ms. Lee. My name is Detective Alvarez and this is Detective Cho. We're just asking questions about a cyclist who'd been hit by a car not far from here on Hoffman Avenue."

Dori suddenly remembered driving the other day and hearing a loud thump as she sent a text to her friend, Janet, to let her know she was on the way. Dori didn't think much about it at the time. Later, when she saw the big dent on the front of her car, she wondered if maybe she'd hit something.

"When was this?" asked Dori.

"This would have been Wednesday," said Detective Alvarez.

"And you're just asking questions about it now?" asked Dori.

"It's been a busy week. May we come in?" Detective Alvarez asked.

Dori stepped back and the detectives entered her apartment. Dori kept stepping back until she reached the table where her keys were. She reached back discretely and pocketed her keys without being seen. She finished her beer as the detectives walked up to her. Dori smashed the bottle on Alvarez' head and shoved him into Cho, knocking them both to the floor. She locked her door and pulled it closed behind her as she ran to her car. It seemed to work. It took the detectives almost a full minute to get her door unlocked and chase after her. Dori started her car and gunned it down the road. She listened carefully for sirens as she made her way west towards Copiague. Dori was sure she'd be safe if she could make it to Amityville.



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Marie drove home feeling very drowsy. She lowered the windows of her car and blasted the car stereo with music she hated in an effort to stay awake. It worked. She pulled into her driveway and let out a long sigh. This house had been home for her for so long, but the time to leave was swiftly approaching. She wondered if Tarabella would ever feel like home or if it was just going to be a very large house with a paid staff taking care of it. Marie felt sad but she wasn't crying. She knew it wasn't going to take much to set her off, though.

Tomorrow, she thought, will be the last working day of the job that defines me. Who will I be on Monday? Will I be able to adjust to not having to rush around taking care of other people? I have to learn to take care of myself. That can't be too hard. I just have to figure out who I am and what I need.

Marie entered the house and immediately went to the kitchen. If there was a single sensation in her body more overpowering than sadness or exhaustion it was hunger. She made up a plate of leftovers and popped it in the microwave. She chuckled to herself that this would probably be that last time she made food for herself. Tarabella had a kitchen staff. They would probably stop her from making her own coffee, she mused.

As she waited for her food to heat up, Marie noticed the lights were on in the backyard. Frank, apparently, was in the hot tub. Marie went to the glass sliding door and poked her head out.

"Hey, there, stranger," she said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm great," said Frank with a smile on his face. "I also happen to be naked."

"It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"This is true," agreed Frank.

Marie asked, "Are you planning on getting out soon?"

"No," replied Frank. "I just got in."

Marie nodded. She noticed the outdoor space heaters were on. She said, "I have some food in the microwave. I'll be right back."

"I'm not going anywhere," said Frank. "This feels too good."

Marie went back into the kitchen and stared at the microwave like a predator stalking prey. She didn't know what she was feeling. Hunger was still the strongest feeling. She had no idea what would replace it once the hunger was sated. There was still sadness. There was also something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. It wasn't a dark emotion. It was akin to happiness, although not that strong. Marie knew she didn't want to be alone at that particular moment and there was enough familiarity with Frank to make eating in his presence comfortable.

Marie liked Frank. Somewhere along the lines he had evolved from being the kid brother into her friend. Perhaps he was even more than a friend. She had recently let him listen in as she and five other women had sex. This was not generally something she did with a resident of the Friend Zone. Of course, she really couldn't spend too much time thinking about her sex life. Her memories were causing her a great deal of pain lately and generally made her sob uncontrollably. That fact made her present actions seem inane. She was rushing to cook food so she could talk to Frank, who was naked in the hot tub, while she ate.

After what felt like a century, the microwave beeped and the tasty leftovers were quickly removed. Marie grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and a fork from the drawer and went outside to talk to Frank.

"Why are you spending so much time naked in my home?" she asked him.

"I'm comfortable here," Frank replied.

"So I've gathered. Well, I'm glad you can relax here," Marie said with a hint of a smile.

"It's not a problem for you that I'm staying here, is it?" Frank asked.

"Oh, if I had a dollar for every time a naked man was concerned with my comfort, I would have a dollar.... Just now."

Frank asked, "The students Jenn brought home for you weren't worried about your comfort?"

"Oh, a few were," Marie admitted. "The thing is, they weren't naked. All those guys kept their socks on. Don't ever do that. It's really gross. If you're getting anything more than a blowjob, you should be naked."

Marie ate her dinner in relative silence. She would speak to answer questions Frank posed to her, but did not go out of her way to keep the conversation going. Frank made that observation and decided to carry the conversation himself. He told her about taking a cab to the hospital to visit Chloe. He spoke about all the fast food restaurants clumped together on that small stretch of Montauk Highway he had to pass to get to the hospital. It seemed so odd to him that all the food joints were lumped together like that. He told her about seeing Jenn kiss the inside of Chloe's elbow as he entered the hospital room. Chloe had been panting like crazy, but all Jenn had done was kiss Chloe's arm. Marie broke her silence to explain to Frank how erotic a kiss on the inside of the arm could be.When Marie finished eating, she stood up from the table.

"Care to join me?" asked Frank.

"I don't know," said Marie. "All of my bathing suits are upstairs in my luggage."

"Why do you need a suit?" asked Frank. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

"Actually, there's at least one thing you haven't seen before. I didn't go out of my way to cover up, but I was sitting."

Frank grinned and said, "I have seen vaginal regions before."

"'Vaginal regions'?" asked Marie in a mocking tone. "You've gotten play calling them 'vaginal regions'?"

"No," said Frank. "I call them 'pussies'. I was trying to think of a term that wouldn't offend you."

"Oh, please," said Marie. "Just offend me, if you can. It's easier for both of us in the long run."

"Why'd they all keep their socks on?" asked Frank.

"Do I know?" replied Marie with another question. "I was too nervous to say anything but it was really fucking gross. Anyway, stay in the moment. I told you about that like fifteen minutes ago."

"I'm sorry, I just couldn't get the visual out of my head," said Frank.

"I know how you feel," said Marie. "You want the number to my shrink?"

"No, thanks. I don't need to commute from Miami-Dade to Huntington Township... Speaking of which, did you want me to fly you to Tarabella?"

"Excuse me?" asked Marie. She kicked off her sneakers and stepped on the toes of her socks to pull them off without bending over.

"Well," Frank said, "you don't want to go straight to Bridgehampton after work. You'll be sweaty and uncomfortable. So come here. Change clothes. Have a shower. When you're comfortable, I'll fly you out there and you'll get there earlier than you would have by car."

"That sounds very nice, but how will I get around Bridgehampton if I don't bring my car?" asked Marie. She walked closer to the hot tub and removed her scrub top. It pulled right over her head and she let it drop to the deck. She was wearing a black bra that lovingly cradled her pert breasts. Marie hooked her thumbs into her scrub pants.

Frank was almost too dumbfounded to answer Marie's question. He was staring at Marie's bra and he knew that Marie was watching him as he stared. He cleared his throat loudly.

"One of the employees on staff at Tarabella is James, the driver, unless you fired him without telling me."

"No," Marie said with a smile as she slid the pants down her legs. "He's still there. He picks some of the renters up at the train station and takes them into town for shopping from time to time." Marie stepped out of her scrub pants and stood, facing Frank, wearing only her black bra and a black thong. "I would feel weird about using a chauffeur."

"Why would you feel weird?" asked Frank. "You're paying him whether he drives you or not. You might as well let him drive you."

Marie pulled the scrunchie out of her hair as she said, "That's very true. Ok. I'll let you fly me there. How are we getting to your plane?" She shook out her long, dark, hair. She ran her fingers through her tresses to make it less obvious it had been in a ponytail all day. 

"W-wha-wha-what d-duh-do you mean?" stammered Frank as he took in the sight of the beautiful nurse.

"I'm asking you, Frank," Marie began to say as she reached behind to unclasp her bra, "do we need to swim to your plane?" She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and let the bra fall. "If so, I'll need to unpack a bathing suit." Marie pulled down her thong to her shins before letting go and allowing it fall on her feet. "I certainly couldn't swim in the bay like this." Marie stood back up and stepped out of her thong. She paused for a moment, letting Frank drink in her naked body. "Now, could I? I still can't believe you haven't gotten any shit for abandoning it there."

"Are you teasing me right now?" Frank asked.

"Absolutely," answered Marie. Marie climbed gracefully into the hot tub and slowly lowered herself into the wonderful water. "MMMMMM. That feels really nice." She sat on the other side of the tub from Frank and positioned herself so that one of the gets was pulsing on her spine.

"You are teasing me," said Frank. "Good to know."

They sat and talked for thirty minutes or so before Marie slowly emerged from the tub and Frank looked over every inch of her body. Marie did not bother to dry herself. She walked in the house wet. She went directly to her bathroom and showered. She dried herself after the shower and went right to sleep in her bed. Frank was eventually able to pull himself from the hot tub. He dried himself off and locked up the house for the night. He went to his guest room and masturbated. When Frank came, he called out Marie's name loudly enough for her to hear it in her room. She smiled when she heard it, closed her eyes, and fell back to sleep.

Sunday did not start off as a special day. There were no fireworks. There was no remarkable feeling tingling through Marie. She went through her normal routine to get ready for work Frank's snoring could be heard in the hall as she passed his room to reach the stairs. She ate a light breakfast of toast and coffee before leaving for work for the very last time.

Marie went to check on Traci but was informed that Traci had left AMA with her parents during the night. Marie went to the night nurse and got report. For the most part, it had been a slow night. Marie knew that meant a shit storm was coming. There had been one incident, the night nurse reported.

There was a new admit who was in police custody. This was something that happened from time to time. The police would bring in a suspect who was injured during pursuit. This meant there would always be at least one uniformed officer with the suspect at all times. If the suspect had to go to X-Ray, the police officer went also. The suspect would not have any privacy. All bathroom breaks would be supervised.

The night nurse told Marie the suspect's name was Midori Lee. Two detectives had gone to the suspect's apartment to ask her some questions. She assaulted the detectives, violently, and fled the scene. Apparently, the suspect was sending a text while driving. She ran a red light and her car was smashed by a truck. Even though the suspect was severely injured, she was considered dangerous and violent.

Marie did not look forward to having a patient who was in custody. Cops loved to hit on nurses. It was just one of those things. Cops knew that nurses understood most of the things cops complained about. Nurses knew all about uniforms, working long hours in a thankless job and repeating a mind-numbing routine day after day. ED nurses even knew about putting their lives on the line every shift. Unfortunately, instead of treating nurses like kindred spirits, most cops treated nurses like a mat to wipe their feet on. Marie never cared to be an emotional diaper for a cop. The police officer sitting with the patient was a woman, Marie was happy to notice. The problem was that the officer would be relieved in a few hours.

Marie didn't have much time to worry about cops or prisoners. As expected, the ED became very busy very quickly. The good thing about an incredibly busy day is that the time goes by incredibly quickly. The sucky part was there was almost no time for charting. Marie was running from trauma to trauma with practiced ease. She stabilized her patients and got them all off to their tests without delay. Marie understood how hard it was for the ED Techs. The testing departments put the Techs under a lot of pressure to get patients to their diagnostic tests on time. Most nurses usually didn't give a fuck how long the testing departments waited for the patients. Marie did her best to get everything she needed done before the departments called for her patients.

Marie did not take a lunch break. She slipped into the pantry, made herself a PB&J, stuffed it down her throat, and went back to work. The bustle of the day kept her distracted from sadness, as it always did. That was part of the problem. It was the reason she needed to leave here. 

The prisoner, Midori Lee, tried to escape the hospital when the police officer guarding her was relieved. She was in Ultrasound and asked the Ultrasound Technician to go to the bathroom. The police officer coming on guard duty was receiving a pass down from the officer who was leaving and so the Ultrasound Tech escorted the prisoner to the bathroom. The prisoner beat up the UST and stole her lab coat and ID badge. The prisoner was walking towards the exit when a security guard noticed she was wearing slipper socks instead of shoes. The prisoner was apprehended and returned to police custody. From that point on, the prisoner had two police officers watching her at all times. For the remainder of Marie's shift, there was one male and one female cop. The men inevitably hit on Marie, as did one of the women.

Marie did not know what time it was until Erin, the night nurse, came up to her and asked for report. She had kept herself so busy, the end of her last shift had snuck up on her. Marie went to the patient roster and gave a room by room report to Erin, the night shift nurse. Marie walked to the exit to the main hospital for the last time. Carol was standing there holding a cupcake. Marie stared at the confection.

"What? Too much?" asked Carole.

"Nope," said Marie with a weary smile. "Just enough. Thank you, Carole."

"You're welcome, kiddo. You are an amazing nurse. Spend some time healing yourself."

Marie and Carole hugged. This was a very comfortable hug for Marie. Most hugs left her feeling uneasy or, depending on the circumstances, horny. This was neither of those things. This was a hug of platonic love. Marie was thankful for the solace she found briefly in her boss' arms. The long hug comforted Marie so much that she made the decision to go up to the Med/Surg unit.

The prisoner, Midori Lee, was being admitted to the Medical/Surgical unit. She, her two police escorts, and Jessie the Emergency Department Tech shared the elevator up with Marie. As the elevator doors opened to the unit, Marie saw Jenn pushing Chloe's wheelchair. The ladies were wandering down the hall with Frank. Marie smiled a bit as she saw the three of them together. This was her family, really. Chloe's face went from a huge smile to a paled, horrific, expression. Marie had no idea what set the beautiful redhead off. Chloe was no longer looking at Marie, Marie noticed. Her eyes were following the stretcher that came off the elevator with Marie. Chloe, it seemed to Marie, was looking at the prisoner, Midori Lee.

Marie looked at the Asian woman with the dyed blonde hair and wondered why Chloe would be so instantly frightened. Marie walked up to the wheelchair bound ginger.

"C, are you ok?"

"Of course not, Ree," answered Chloe. "That's the woman who ran me over!"

Marie walked towards Jessie. She was heading towards the high numbered rooms on the unit. Marie decided to wait until they were all settled. Marie saw Jessie leaving with an empty stretcher and made her move. She knocked on the door and asked to speak to the female police officer. It was the officer who had hit on Marie earlier.

"Officer, I need to report something," Marie said calmly.

"What's that, Sweetheart?"

"My friend down the hall over there, the redhead in the wheelchair? She says that the patient you're guarding ran over her in a hit and run."

"Uh huh," said the cop. "Was your friend walking? Was this yesterday?"

"This was Wednesday," said Marie. "She was riding her bicycle. The bike was destroyed."

"She was the cyclist?" asked the cop. "I should get a statement from her."

"She spoke, already, to two police officers. She talked to them yesterday," said Marie.

"Follow up questions never hurt anyone," said the brown haired cop. The cop poked her head into Ms. Lee's room and told her partner she needed to speak to a potential witness. Once her partner acknowledged, The tall cop took long strides to reach Chloe. Chloe smiled at the police officer. Introductions were quickly exchanged and Jenn pushed Chloe's chair back to the room. The police officer was about to say something about conducting the interview privately, but was cut off by both Jenn and Chloe. The officer relented and the three of them disappeared behind the door to Chloe's room.

Frank walked up behind Marie and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"No," said Marie. "I need to hug them goodbye first."

"Oh, sure, you can hug them," said Frank sarcastically but not cruelly.

Of the three of you, which one has the penis?" asked Marie.

Frank's shoulders slumped and he answered with a sigh, "That would be me."

"Precisely," said Marie. "No hugs for you."

Frank and Marie made several laps around the unit. Marie glanced up at the clock by the nurses' station. She decided she couldn't wait any longer. With well practiced ease, Marie slipped silently into Chloe's room. The police officer laid on the bed. Jenn was in a chair facing Marie and Chloe was in her wheelchair with her back to Marie. The police officer's shirt and hat were missing. Her left wrist was handcuffed to the bed. Her gun belt was draped over Jen's lap. Her shoes and socks were still on. Her pants and panties were pulled down to her shoes. Jenn and Chloe were kissing and nibbling on her upper arms. The police officer gasped and moaned as her sports bra rose and fell in a spellbinding pattern. Jenn looked up at Marie, which caused Chloe to turn her head.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 08



Chloe said to Marie, "Patrolwoman Militello is a sub. Who've guessed?"

"What are you two nymphos doing?" asked Marie. "This woman is working your case!"

"No, she isn't," replied Chloe with a wrinkled nose. "The officers on my case are detectives Alvarez and Cho. Patrolwoman Militello will report my complaint at the end of her shift and it'll get to the detectives probably some time tomorrow. Patrolwoman Militello's partner is Patrolman Guerrera. Isn't that ironic?"

"I don't get it," said Marie.

"Nevermind," said Chloe. "Why are you calling us 'nymphos'? She hit on us."

"How can she hit on you if she's a sub?"

"Oops," said Chloe. "You really shouldn't stereotype. Some subs are strong, confident, people capable of asking for what they want. They just happen to prefer letting someone else make the decisions when things get sexual. Oh. Are you leaving now?"

"Yes, that's what I came in here to tell you," said Marie.

"Militello," said Chloe in a stern voice. "You may rub your clit while we say goodbye to Miss Marie, but you must not cum."

"Yes, Miss Chloe," said Patrolwoman Militello. "Thank you, Miss Chloe. Thank you, Mistress Jennifer." Patrolwoman Militello lowered her right hand and began rubbing her clit. She moaned softly.

Chloe rolled her wheelchair to Marie while Jenn stood up and walked over. Chloe extended her arms towards Marie and Marie bent down for the hug. They held each other tightly.

"Oh, God," said Chloe. "I'm going to miss you so much. Call Jenn's cell as soon as you get to Tarabella to let us know you're safe. If that's too much to handle, just send us a text."

"Ok," said Marie. "I will. I promise." They broke the hug and Jenn stepped up to hug her sister.

"'Mistress Jennifer'?" asked Marie.

"Sub's got to call me something," said Jenn. They hugged and Jenn kissed her older sister on the cheek. There were tears shed but all three women knew this needed to happen. Jenn and Chloe said their goodbyes and Marie walked out the door to start her new life.

Frank joined Marie as she left Chloe's room. They rode the elevator down together and he followed her to her car. She drove them to Lindenhurst. Once home, Marie fixed a light supper while Frank began to inflate a raft. They ate together. Marie took a shower and changed into traveling clothes. They loaded Marie's luggage into the inflated raft and carried it to Lindenhurst Beach. The raft was set in the water and Marie climbed in. She paddled it out a bit before Frank climbed in and they paddled to his waiting plane. Frank climbed aboard the floating bird first. and pulled in all the luggage. He secured it for flight before helping Marie climb in. He deflated the raft and folded the wet plastic before stowing it in a corner.

Marie had flown at night before but never while sitting next to the pilot. It was terrifying but also exhilarating. Frank had asked Marie to stay awake with him. The crushing sadness in her heart threatened, at any particular moment, to leave her a sobbing mess. Nevertheless, she stayed awake and spoke to Frank as he flew through the night skies.

Talking to an actively engaged pilot was a tricky thing. Marie had to be ready to stop talking at a moment's notice if Frank needed to concentrate on something. She was a bit offended the first time he shut her up, she had to admit. Eventually, she understood that staying in the air was much more important than focusing all of his attention on her.

As they flew over Smith Point, which was roughly halfway on their journey, Marie realized how good it was that she didn't drive this distance by herself at night. What would have been an hour and a half in solitary darkness, was a thirty-two minute pleasant adventure. It was actually amazing to Marie when Frank started to bring the plane lower. She couldn't believe they were already there.

Tarabella had several lights on but it was obvious that most of the staff had already retired for the night. This was not a McMansion. This was the school from the X-Men movies Krazy Glued to the biggest beach house she'd ever seen in her life. Tarabella had two faces. There was the side that faced Midocean Drive. It was regal looking. It was built to look intimidating and it succeeded beautifully. There was also the side that faced the water. It was comfortable looking. That side of Tarabella would not look out of place on a California beach. Tarabella would have taken up six blocks in Lindenhurst. That is, the house would have. The attached property was even larger. Marie couldn't make everything out at night, but Frank circled the property for her a few times anyway.

There was a slight jostle as Frank's plane hit the water. He taxied the plane up to Tarabella's private pier. Frank helped Marie unload her luggage. It was a somewhat surreal transition for her. These few bags were all she needed in this colossal house that was where she would be living for the foreseeable future. Intellectually, she'd owned Tarabella for years. At that moment, however, Marie took possession of the behemoth residence. At her request, Frank promised Marie that he would fly her over the property again in the daylight before he flew back to Lindenhurst.

Jenn had been sleeping when Marie called, but both she and Chloe were happy to hear Marie had landed safely. Patrolwoman Militello, they assured her, left the room fifteen minutes after Marie had. Goodnights were exchanged and Marie hung up.

Since he knew the estate better, Frank led Marie to the southeast door of her home. This was a very comfortable entrance. It did not have the austerity of Tarabella's northern face. The southeast entrance had white French doors that opened up in to a large sitting room. This room was all beach house. Soft pastels met tan walls comfortably. Frank took off his shoes before entering and Marie followed suit. She soon understood why. The carpet was white and plush. As she entered her home, she delighted in the feel of the rich carpet on her bare feet.

Exhaustion trumped the desire for a full tour and Frank led the gorgeous raven haired owner of the estate to the Master Bedroom. Marie felt the transition of the house as she went from large, comfy, rooms to large, elegant, rooms. The staircase they ascended was enormous. Marie was way too tired to process everything she saw. She was thankful Frank was taking a room just down the hall from hers. She was already lost. She'd never find her way back without help.

The Master Bedroom contained a gigantic four poster bed with a canopy. There was an attached bathroom. There was a humungous flat screen television. There was a walk-in closet. There were two elegant yet comfortable looking chairs. There was an attached gym. 

Marie entered the en-suite bathroom carrying her bag of toiletries. It had a tub large enough for a football player to lay down in. There was a hot tub. The sink was almost a work of art. There was a bidet. Muted blues ruled in this room. Marie knew she could be very comfortable in this room. She unpacked her toiletries before emptying her bladder. 

Marie found the hamper next to the other door of the bathroom. She removed her clothes and placed them in the hamper. Naked, she returned to the bedroom and peeled the covers to the bed. The bed was a wonderful balance of soft and firm. Marie fell asleep quickly.

Marie awoke to a woman in a maid's uniform opening up the curtains. Marie had not unpacked her alarm clock, or much of anything for that matter. She had no idea what time it was. The windows of the Master Bedroom faced the south; the beach side of the estate. The bright light streaming in from the windows was somewhat irritating to the recently unemployed billionairess. 

"What time is it?" Marie asked in a voice that was louder than she expected it to be in such a large room.

"OH!" shouted the maid. "I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Melar. I didn't realize you would be here this morning. I was just getting ready to dust the room for you."

"What time is it?" Marie repeated in a voice that was softer than the first time she asked.

"It's eight o'clock, Ma'am. Would you care for some breakfast?" the maid asked.

"It's eight o'clock already? Wow," said Marie. "That's the longest I've slept in a while. Wait. Did you just call me 'Ma'am'?"

"Yes, Ma'am," said the maid. "I'm afraid that's protocol. When you address the Lady of the Manor, you first address her by her title and then every other time you say 'Ma'am'."

"My title?" asked Marie.

"Yes, Ma'am. In this case, Ms. Melar. Would you prefer I called you something else?"

"My name is Marie," she said.

The maid smiled and said, "That's a lovely name and well suited to you, Ma'am, but I cannot call you that. It's too familiar. I could call you Ms. Marie, if that's alright with you."

"As long as it was just that," said Marie, "and not followed by 'Ma'am'."

"Yes, Ms. Marie," said the maid. "I could do that."

"Good," said Marie. "And what should I call you?"

"I'm Jayne, Ms. Marie," she said cheerfully. "I'm your head maid."

Marie took stock of Jayne. She was younger than Marie expected a head maid to be. Jayne was in her early to mid twenties. This girl, in Marie's opinion, should be in college rather than dusting in a somewhat provocative maid's uniform. The uniform looked very much like the sexy maid costumes one would see at a Halloween party where sex was expected. The dress was a tight black low cut dress with a very short skirt and a white apron. Jayne looked almost as if it were painted on her. Jayne's curly dark brown hair was pinned up and tucked behind a white cloth ruffle. A long curl on either side of her face hung down and framed her round face gorgeously. Jayne had very long legs that were covered in black stockings and held up by a just visible garter belt. As tall as Jayne was, she was wearing black shoes with five inch heels. Marie decided that Frank's father, the late Mr. Melar, must have been a misogynist pig. Jayne did not have a Long Island accent. She did not sound like she was from New York, but Marie could not place her accent.

"It's very nice to meet you, Jayne," said Marie. "Did you say something about breakfast?"

"Oh, yes, of course, Ms. Marie," said Jayne. "I'll be right back with a tray."

"Don't be silly," said Marie. "I'll go down to the kitchen with you."

Marie hopped out of bed and Jayne sucked in her breath. Marie had forgotten, momentarily, that she was naked. She did not rush to cover herself. Marie walked calmly to her luggage and opened the bag that had her robe. She slipped it on and noticed, as she tied her belt, that Jayne never looked away. Marie followed as Jayne led the way to the dining room. Jayne was going to leave Marie there and bring back food, but Marie followed her into the kitchen.

The kitchen staff, all female, were wearing ridiculous outfits. They all had chef hats on and were wearing low cut white dresses with skirts that ended about mid-thigh and white stockings held up by garters. Marie gasped when she noticed the kitchen staff were all wearing high heels.

"Ladies," Jayne said loudly after clapping her hands sharply three times, "the new Lady of the Manor is here. Please present yourselves for inspection."

Marie did not want to inspect the staff but was too tired to put a stop to it. The click-clacking of heels was heard as the kitchen staff lined up. Marie quickly noticed that every member of the staff she'd met so far was very well endowed. This probably explained why she always got five stars on the evaluations from her renters. Marie walked down the line and nodded her head as Jayne introduced each woman. There were five of them and Marie knew she'd never remember all of their names.

After the inspection, Marie placed her breakfast order and the staff hastened to fill it. Marie saw nowhere to sit in the kitchen and returned to the dining room. Jayne followed her boss and pulled out a chair for her at the head of the table. Marie smiled as she took her seat and watched as Jayne walked to the nearest wall and stood at attention. Jayne's impressive attribute were also standing at attention.

"Jayne," said Marie. "Aren't you going to sit down here?"

"No, of course not, Ms. Marie. It's not my place."

"It is today," said Marie. "I'd like to talk to you."

Jayne walked towards a chair that was on the other side of the long table from Marie. Marie stopped Jayne and directed the head maid to take the seat next to the one she was in. Jayne smiled nervously as she sat down next to her boss.

"Jayne," Marie asked, "do you like your uniform?"

"Yes, of course, Ms. Marie," said the lovely brunette.

Marie tilted her head slightly and said, "It's ok if you don't. That's why I'm asking. I want you to be honest with me, Jayne. That's the biggest rule in my house. You need to be completely honest."

"If that's the case, Ms. Marie, then no. I do not like my uniform. It's impossible to perform my duties without giving people a show. It's fine when there are no guests here, since all the women on staff wear pretty much the same thing. When there are men in the manor, though, it's very awkward." Jayne was certain she'd be punished for saying that, but the Lady of the Manor asked for complete honesty.

"Ok," said Marie evenly. "I have some errands to run today. Frank, uh, my brother, Mr. Melar, will be taking me for a quick flight over the property and then James will be taking me out on my errands. I'd like you to accompany me when James drives me. I want you to wear something comfortable. I don't care if it's jeans. We'll be going to a few places, so please wear sensible shoes."

Jayne smiled as she heard that she could shed her tight uniform for the day. She thanked Marie. Jayne stood up and excused herself when a tinkling bell could be heard.

About five minutes after Jayne left, Frank entered the dining room. He was dressed as he had been the night before and Marie remembered he hadn't brought any luggage.

"Jayne said you were eating down here this morning," said Frank. "Why didn't you have a tray sent up?"

"I'm not used to having servants," said Marie. "I lost my head. Did you want anything to eat?"

"I gave my order to Jayne already."

"Why didn't I see her?" asked Marie. "Why didn't she come in with you?"

"I don't know," said Frank. "I lost track of her after she used her staircase."

"'Her staircase'?" asked Marie.

"Yeah," said Frank. "The servants can't use our staircases unless they're with one of us."

Jayne soon returned carrying a tray with the two breakfasts. Marie had tea, toast with jelly and a small bowl of mixed fruit. Frank had eggs, toast, coffee, juice, scrapple, ham, sausage, pancakes with syrup and a bowl of cereal.

After breakfast, Marie and Frank went upstair to their separate bathrooms to get showered and dressed. They met back at the sitting room (Jayne showed Marie the way). Frank took Marie for her short flight, circling the property. She saw the tennis courts, the stables, the huge pool and the volleyball court. Marie wondered why a house on the beach needed a pool.

It was soon time to say goodbye to Frank. He would return to Lindenhurst and continue his daily visits with Chloe and Jenn. Marie hugged Frank. He held her a little longer than she was comfortable with and she slapped him. She began to cry. Frank was about to say something and then he remembered what Chloe and Jenn had said about Marie's crying. It was something she needed to do. He didn't try to stop her. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and let her weep. Marie was comforted by the fact that Frank gave her the freedom to cry without judgment. She sobbed out all of her emotions until they emptied out of her. She kissed Frank on the cheek and said goodbye.

It was around ten when Marie met Jayne at the northern entrance of Tarabella. She found it by herself. Jayne was dressed in a peasant top and jeans. Her hair was down and she was wearing sneakers. Marie almost didn't recognize her. James brought the black limousine to the door and opened the rear door of the car for Marie. After Marie climbed in, James was about to close the door.

"Jayne, aren't you getting in?" asked Marie.

"Of course, Ms. Marie. I am going to ride up front with James."

"Why don't you ride back here with me?" asked Marie. "I'd like to talk to you."

"Yes, of course, Ms. Marie," said Jayne. "Whatever you wish. Thank you."

On the ride west on Montauk Highway, it became obvious that Jayne was uncomfortable.

"Are you alright, Jayne?"

"Oh, yes, of course, Ms. Marie. It is just that I am not used to riding in the back. Staff members who accompany the Lady of the Manor generally ride up front with James."

"Well, Tarabella is under new management and there are going to be new rules," said Marie. "I have an appointment in Huntington, but after that is done, you and I are going to go shopping. We're going to get new uniforms for the staff."

"Oh, thank you, Ms. Marie."

"That's just to start things. I'm going to have a long talk with the staff and we're going to discuss how things are," Marie said.

Marie was trying to keep a handle on her emotions. The crying she did earlier certainly helped, but she still felt miserable. She was sad and guilty about Trent. She was guilty about her feelings towards Frank. She was angry about the rampant misogyny and class system evident in her house. She wasn't going to cry, but she knew she needed to change things. New uniforms and a talk with the staff would help how she felt about her house. The other things would have to be discussed at her appointment with Kevin.

It was just before eleven thirty when James pulled up at Kevin's office building. Marie told James and Jayne to meet her back there in an hour. The limousine departed, with Jayne sitting up front, and Marie wondered how often people took a limo to see their shrink.

It was a productive session. Kevin noticed Marie laid on the couch again. She cried several times but it was never histrionic. It also never reached the level of being cathartic, he noticed. They discussed many of the bombshells Marie had dropped in her last session. Kevin told Marie that she needed to face her demons. She was pleased that Kevin was not judgmental about her abortion. He did discuss the reasons for her choice and then seemed to be content with the idea that Marie could govern her own body.

The first encounter with Holly and Jenn was discussed. Kevin asked Marie to consider that, perhaps, the ladies did not rape her. They certainly progressed faster than Marie would have chosen. Marie was uncomfortable as they talked about this. It later occurred to her that the reason for her discomfort was that the interlude with her sister and her then lawyer redefined her sexuality. Marie had never entertained the idea of being anything other than heterosexual before that day in Holly's office. It shattered her picture of herself in much the same way her rape by six men had shattered her self image.

Marie was not in control when she had sex with Holly and Jenn. It wasn't a stupor, as she once thought. Marie had chosen to explore the bodies of those two gorgeous women. She had attempted to forge a new identity for herself. She wanted to remove herself from the guilt and the pain of her wedding night. She wanted to stop being a victim. She performed lesbian acts and committed incest in an attempt to take some measure of control. She made mistakes, but she learned from those mistakes. She learned how to properly express her love for her sister. She no longer desired Jenn sexually. She no longer desired Chloe sexually, now that her particular forbidden fruit had also been tasted.

Marie was able to admit that she was bi-sexual. She could also admit that she preferred to be the dominant sexual partner. She did not need to be a dominatrix, she knew. She just needed to have some control. She did not like to be at the whim of others. She wanted - she needed - to be the decision maker. Marie was not the empty void she once imagined herself to be. She was not the cause of Trent's death. She understood that now. She still felt guilt. She would probably always feel guilt. She had survived. There had been no way to save Trent. He was dead long before Marlon stabbed him. Trent was dead when Marlon first grabbed Marie's tits. That was the catalyst. Trent died. Marie could not save him but she could save herself. She survived and she was bitterly alone.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 09



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains violence, elements of lesbian sex and light bondage.

Previously, in this series, a young woman witnessed the murder of her husband on their wedding day before she was violently raped. The woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse and used her training to get through traumatic experiences to push all thoughts of grief to the back of her subconscious. She had gone through the motions, but not allowed herself to grieve. She lived in a house on Long Island's south shore with her sister, Jenn Stevens, and Jenn's betrothed, Chloe Drasher. Marie identified her attackers and testified against them in court. Marie had a few scars, one from the night of her rape when she was nearly stabbed to death; one from a gunshot wound to her shoulder. Marie had a support system in place: her housemates, her parents, Catherine and Harry (who, secretly, are into bondage), her brother, Frank (who, not so secretly, has a crush on her), her judge friend, Holly (who may or may not have raped Marie in the process of comforting her) and several nurses with whom Marie had slept. Kevin, Marie's therapist, had noticed that Marie finally seemed ready to begin the grieving process she has denied for so long. Chloe had been hit by a driver who was texting. Frank flew up to see Chloe. Jenn stayed in the hospital room with Chloe. Marie had given notice and left the hospital. She had crying spells due to sadness and guilt. She moved into Tarabella, an immense manor in Bridgehampton. Dori Lee, the woman who hit Chloe, had been caught. Marie started working with a support group. Marie came to Ossining Correctional Facility, also known as Sing Sing, to face her three surviving rapists.

Thank you very much for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. Please feel free to give polite constructive criticism. I'm happy to answer questions, except about what's coming next. I do, eventually, read all the comments and often respond to them. So you are welcome to ask questions or, politely, tell me what I'm doing wrong. How else will I learn? 

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Marie faced the man who killed her husband, who stole her virginity, and who nearly killed her. She had hoped he would be the last one she'd visit.

"Oh, shit," said Marlon over the phone-like contraption with a huge grin on his face. "Look who it is! Did you miss me, bitch? Is that why you're here? Did you miss my big, black, cock? I knew you would. I own you, bitch. I knew you'd miss my cock."

"Actually, I didn't," said Marie honestly. "That's not why I'm here."

"Of course it is," snarled Marlon. "I popped your cherry, bitch, and I own your ass. I own that sweet pear shaped ass of yours and I'm going to fuck it again the next chance I get. Put your tits on the glass."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, bitch! Take off your shirt and bra and put those fine titties of yours on the glass. Do it right the fuck now."

"I don't think so," said Marie calmly. "I'm just here to face my demons. Well, guess what? I've faced you. You don't own me, little man. You don't own my ass. You don't even own yourself. Your ass is the property of the New York Department of Corrections. Also, not to burst your bubble, but the only time your cock was big was when it was the first one I ever had inside of me. Stop fooling yourself. You do not have a big cock."

Marie hung up her phone. Marlon was shouting something at her but she could not hear him. Marie turned to the guard who let her in. The guard nodded his head and signaled another guard on the other side of the glass. That guard escorted Marlon out of his chair and brought him back to the door on that side. Marlon was still shouting when he was marched through the door. The door closed.

Marie stayed where she was and watched as another convict was brought through the door. This one was Calvin. He and Marie picked up their phones at the same time.

"What the fuck do you want?" asked Calvin in an angry voice. "This place doesn't have conjugal visits."

"No," said Marie. "It has you, though. I wanted to see how you were doing."

"You want to know how I'm doing?" asked Calvin. "Bitch, don't make me laugh. You came here to make sure I was still in my cage so you could feel safe. Well, you can go home now. I'm still in my fucking cage."

"That's all you're going to say to me?" asked Marie.

"Did you want something else? Did you want an apology? You ain't getting one. I'm not sorry I squeezed your titties and I'm not sorry I fucked you. I'm happy as hell I fucked you. When I jerk off at night, I think about you. Is that what you want to hear?"

"No," said Marie, "but I understand why you said it. Be well."

Marie hung up and again signaled the guard. Calvin was soon escorted out. Marie watched as he marched through the door. He left silently. He did not shout or carry on the way Marlon had. When the door opened again, Tony was marched out. He took his seat and he and Marie lifted up their phones.

"Oh, it's you," said Tony simply.

"It is I," said Marie. "Did you want to call me a bitch?"

"No, Ma'am," said Tony. "I don't. The only bitch in this conversation is me."

Marie's eyes opened wide as she asked, "You're a bitch here?"

"Yes, Ma'am. That I am. It taught me one hell of a lesson."

"What lesson was that?" asked Marie.

"That I'm not as big as I thought I was," said Tony. He gave what once would have been a very charming smile and, instead, showed off the huge gap that used to contain teeth.

"What happened to your teeth?" asked Marie.

"Oh. They were knocked out with a flashlight," said Tony. "Well, that's not really true. The flashlight broke them, and the dentist had to pull out what was left."

"Why were you hit with a flashlight?"

Tony gave the same mostly toothless smile and said, "I had to learn my place. I had to learn not to resist."

"You had to learn not to resist what?" asked Marie.

"Not to resist Axe's cock," said Tony very calmly.

"You were raped in prison?" Marie asked.

"Ma'am, I've taken at least two cocks every day since I was sentenced," said Tony. "That's what they do to rapists here."

"So Calvin and Marlon were also raped here?" she inquired.

"Yes."

Marie asked, "Tony, aren't you angry with me?"

"No, Ma'am," said Tony. "I have no reason to be angry with anyone but myself. I'm the only person I can control, so I'm the only one I can get upset with."

"Thank you, Tony," said Marie. "It's been nice talking to you."

"Thank you, Ma'am," said Tony. "That's nice of you to say. Have a nice day."

Marie thought about the three conversations she'd had in Ossining all the way back to the Hamptons. She had been surprised by all three of her remaining rapists. She absolutely could not believe how little Marlon had changed and how much Calvin and Tony had. The latter two were completely different people. Two years earlier, Marie had seen Calvin as the passive one. She thought he had only been following orders. Now he was bitter. She didn't know how honest he had been with her. She didn't know if he really pictured her when he mastubated. 

The biggest surprise had been Tony. He was so polite, Marie even allowed him to call her Ma'am. It seemed appropriate the way he said it. It was his way of conveying respect. She actually liked it.

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Marlon was grabbed by four of the other convicts after his visitation. One of them had heard the way he spoke to the white woman who visited him. The convict and his three friends disliked the way Marlon had treated that seemingly nice woman. They threw Marlon against a wall and held him there. They took turns punching Marlon until they wore themselves out. They let Marlon fall to the floor. Marlon stayed there until after they all left and then he picked himself up and walked to the prison library.

Marlon waited patiently for access to a computer.

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Once Marie had returned to Tarabella, Jayne gave Marie another tour. They had decided to break it down into several small tours each day. Marie knew the basics so far. She knew how to get to her room. She knew how to get to four of the entrances. She knew where the dining room, sitting room and living rooms were. She knew how to get to at least three bathrooms on each floor.

This day's tour included parts of the grounds. Marie was shown the tennis courts, the stables and the pier. Standing on the pier, Marie was put in the mood to lay out on the beach. She invited Jayne to join her.

"I don't think that's a good idea," said Jayne.

"Why not?" Marie queried.

"Are we still operating under the rule of complete honesty, Ms. Marie?"

"Always," said Marie.

"Well, then, I don't think it's a good idea, Ms. Marie, because it's too much familiarity with my employer. Also, and please don't be offended, I have a little girl crush on you."

"Nonsense," said Marie. "I already consider you a friend. Your salary and responsibilities will not change because I choose to hang out with you. I may choose to hang out with other members of the staff as I get to know them. I'm going to address that when I speak to the staff tonight. I'm flattered you have a little crush on me. I'll admit I'm attracted to you, too. I don't want that to get in the way of us being friends. Now get your ass inside, get in your bathing suit and meet me out on the beach."

Jayne said, "Well, if you're sure..."

"I'm sure," Marie insisted.

Jayne was nervous but she agreed to meet Marie on the beach. Jayne was a beach bum at heart and wasn't going to give up an opportunity like this. Tarabella had one of the finest private beaches in Suffolk County. The public beaches in Bridgehampton were all full of Hollywood types trying to make contacts. There were nice beaches in Montauk, but they were all rocky. Tarabella had nice sand and no networking actresses. Marie and Jayne retreated into the house to get changed.

Marie wore a blue one piece that had a little cut out which revealed her flat stomach. Marie's jaw dropped, briefly, when she saw Jayne's silver print bikini. Marie knew, suddenly, what F cups looked like. The two women laid out in the sun. They helped each other apply sunscreen. The moment wasn't as sexually charged as Jayne had anticipated. Her employer was thorough in massaging in the cream, but she was fast. There was no time to savor the experience. Jayne took that as her cue. She quickly and efficaciously applied Marie's sunscreen and stopped all physical contact once the job was done.

Marie marvelled over Jayne's body. Other than her large breasts, there was not a hint of fat on Jayne. Jayne was actually rather slim. After watching her run in the sand, it was obvious to Marie that Jayne's breasts were real. That came as a surprise to Marie who had been wondering since she first met the buxom head maid.

Jayne noticed Marie looking at her body. She was ok with it. It gave her an excuse to do the same thing. Jayne had already seen Marie naked, but still enjoyed looking at her in the one piece. The oval cutout was perfectly placed to give a very sexy appearance to the suit.

It didn't take much for Marie to convince Jayne to go in the water with her. The water was freezing cold at first. Marie dove into a wave and Jayne followed suit. The water seemed warmer after that and they were able to enjoy a nice swim together. Jayne and Marie each had a major case of headlights and neither was shy about noticing. They laughed and played in the water before returning to lay on their towels and dry in the sun.

Marie was calm. Her morning had been terrifying as she rode out to the prison. She could, at this point, relax on the beach with her stunning friend and employee. Marie was content to lay on the beach until the wind picked up and she began to feel cold. She looked at Jayne and they silently agreed it was time to go inside.

They walked to the southwest entrance, where the outdoor shower was located. Marie went first. She removed and rinsed out her swimsuit before washing all traces of sand and lotion off her body. Jayne was astonished to see that Marie wrapped her hair in a towel, but did not cover her body.

Jayne followed her new friend and employer's lead. She spent a bit longer in the shower than Marie had, mostly due to her thick curly hair. She wrapped her hair in a towel and wiped her feet on the mat before following Marie into the house. They each went to their separate rooms. Jayne told Marie she would report to her in the Master Bedroom once she was finished drying and dressing.

When Jayne was back in her new uniform, she left her quarters and headed up the servant's staircase to the Master Bedroom. Marie was not in the bedroom, having gone to the bathroom. Once there, after voiding her bladder, Marie slipped into the hot tub. She felt contentment. Jayne knocked on the door and Marie invited her in.

"It's a shame you had to get dressed," said Marie teasingly.

"I don't think the rest of the staff would appreciate my being naked in the manor, Ms. Marie."

"Fuck them."

"No, thank you, Ms. Marie. You're the only woman here I'm attracted to."

"You really have embraced complete honesty, haven't you?"

"I've always been quick to adapt to new rules of the manor, Ms. Marie."

"Unless the rule is to simply call me 'Marie.'"

"That's not a proper rule, Ms. Marie."

"What if I asked you to call me Marie whenever you weren't on duty."

Jayne thought about that for a few moments before saying, "Yes, I could do that, Ms. Marie. Shall I dry you, Ms. Marie?"

"In just a minute," said Marie. "I'm almost done. Mmmm, I'm glad there's a hot tub in here. Ok. Could you please help me out?"

Jayne held up her right hand to support Marie as she walked down the steps from the hot tub. Jayne held up a large, soft, towel and wrapped Marie's body with it. Another towel was used to wrap Marie's hair. Jayne led Marie to the comfortable chair in the Master Bedroom. Jayne had helped Marie unpack and, therefore, knew where everything was. She pulled out a lacy bra and a matching pair of panties. Jayne then got out a long sleeved tee shirt and a pair of jeans. She held up each choice for Marie's approval. Marie nodded her consent and Jayne went about dressing her boss.

"Um, what are you doing?" asked Marie.

"Why, I'm dressing you, Ms. Marie."

"Why?" asked Marie.

"It's one of my duties, Ms. Marie. I often dressed the late Mrs. Melar after she'd had a bath."

"That's ok," said Marie. "I'd really prefer to dress myself."

"As you wish," replied Jayne.

That evening, Marie and the staff gathered in the ballroom. Several of the staff members thanked her for the new uniforms. Marie accepted the thanks gracefully. She began the meeting by letting the staff know she did not enjoy the class system. With that in mind, things would be changing at Tarabella. Staff would, from that moment on, be allowed to use all stairways and entrances at any time, regardless of whether or not they accompanied a member of the Melar family.

Staff would be allowed to eat meals in the main dining room, even if Marie was eating in there. This new rule was shocking to the majority of the staff, but Jayne saw where Marie was going with this. Staff would be allowed to use the third floor gym, the pool and the beach once their daily duties were completed. Staff was encouraged to call their employer "Marie" after the completion of their duties. Staff would be allowed to engage in casual conversation with Marie.

Marie gave the staff the opportunity to ask questions. Most were too nervous to speak up until Jayne asked if it was also permissible to use the third floor shower and hot tub after using the gym. Once Marie stated that it was, other questions were asked. The tennis courts and stables were open to staff use after all the work for the day was completed. The staff was allowed to reserve the ballroom for special events.

The staff became more and more comfortable with the new rules as the question and answer period went on. When all the questions were answered, Marie wished the staff a good night. Equivalent sentiments were returned to her and many staff members, who were now off duty, called her "Marie".

On Thursday, James drove Marie to her appointment at Kevin's office. Marie told him about her trip to Ossining. Kevin was blown away. He told her that wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he told her to face her demons. He asked for more details and was almost visibly repulsed upon hearing Marlon's request for Marie to put her breasts on the glass. Kevin seemed to understand Calvin's reaction to Marie. Kevin seemed genuinely surprised to hear how the visit with Tony went.

"Do you think you could forgive Tony?" Kevin asked.

"I don't know," said Marie. "He seemed genuine, but it could have very well been an act."

"Would that make a difference to you?" asked Kevin.

"Ugh. I don't know," Marie said. "It probably would. I could, maybe, forgive him if I thought he was sincere. If I found out this was all an act, I'd hate him. I don't know. I don't want to hate him. I want to take him at his word and believe he's reforming. I... just... can't. I can't completely trust him. He was such a dick. I have no idea what he went through besides what he told me. I don't know if it was enough to make him stop being a dick."

Most of the session was devoted to talking about Marie's experience in Sing Sing. The hour slipped by quickly. Kevin congratulated Marie on her bravery and her honesty.

Friday was a rough day.

The guilt and sadness overwhelmed Marie. She knew, intellectually, she had no reason to feel guilty. Her heart did not listen to her head. She began to weep. She wept through breakfast. She wept on the beach. She went back to her room and curled into a ball, sobbing.

The staff made the decision to leave Ms. Marie alone. They liked their new boss. They loved the new uniforms. They were adjusting to the new rules. They decided to do all of their daily chores very well, but to give the boss lady her space when possible.

It fell, then, to Jayne to check on Marie. She did so discreetly throughout Friday and Saturday. Jayne would bring up trays of soup and juice and leave them for Marie. Jayne would return an hour after leaving the tray, glad to see some things had been ingested, and bring the used tray back to the kitchen.

Tarabella's staff worked efficiently during the day and used the amenities of the estate once all the work was completed. The staff worked even harder on Saturday and Sunday after having a taste of the rewards Marie had bestowed upon them. Jayne made certain the staff realized these were rewards and the free time was not taken for granted.

Sunday afternoon, around two, Jayne went in to the Master Bedroom to retrieve the tray she'd brought up earlier. Marie was sitting up in bed with her arms wrapped around her knees. Quite a bit of her hair was matted to her face. She was sobbing. Her entire body quaked. Jayne lifted the empty tray and was about to leave silently.

"Wait," said Marie quietly. "Don't go."

"As you wish, Ms. Marie."

"Please," Marie said, "sit here next to me."

Jayne put down the tray and sat on the bed by Marie's knees. Jayne noticed Marie was still wearing the clothes she wore Friday.

"Excuse me, one moment, Ms. Marie."

Marie asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to draw you a bath, Ms. Marie."

"I don't want a bath."

Jayne said, "I do not care." Jayne stood up and walked to the en-suite bathroom. Marie heard the running water. About two minutes later, the water stopped and Jayne returned to the side of the bed. Jayne extended both hands, palms up, towards Marie. Marie took Jayne's hands and Jayne pulled Marie to her feet. Jayne walked Marie to the bathroom. There was a towel on the floor by the tub. Jayne led Marie to stand on it. Once there, Jayne removed Marie's clothing. Marie did not resist. Jayne placed Marie's soiled garments in the hamper. Jayne guided Marie to the tub of steamy water. Marie laid down in the tub. Jayne pushed gently on Marie's shoulders until Marie's hair was enveloped in the hot water. Jayne opened a container of shampoo & body wash. Jayne rubbed the liquid into Marie's scalp.




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Marie enjoyed the massaging fingers in her hair. A moan escaped her lips. After a silent moment, Jayne and Marie both giggled about the moan. Jayne lathered every inch of Marie's long hair. She let the lather sit and began washing Marie's face. Jayne washed behind Marie's ears. The neck was washed next. The shoulders followed. Marie enjoyed the feel of the washcloth Jayne was using. Marie's chest was carefully washed. Jayne lifted each of Marie's breasts to thoroughly wash underneath. Jayne washed the armpits carefully. She washed both of Marie's arms, beginning at the shoulders and going down slowly to clean each individual finger. She washed Marie's torso. Jayne stopped just below Marie's navel. Jayne removed her uniform blouse and folded it neatly to keep it dry. She placed it on the counter of the sink. Jayne pushed Marie's long, wet, hair out of the way and washed Marie's back gingerly. Jayne made sure her washcloth had hot water and she washed Marie's cunt. Jayne was thorough and, once again, her attention to detail was rewarded with a long moan. This moan was not followed by giggling. It was followed by another moan and a gasp. Once Jayne was satisfied with the cleanliness of Marie's pussy, she washed Marie's legs. Jayne was very thorough and cleaned each individual toe. Jayne rinsed off the washcloth, getting it hot again, reached between Marie's legs, positioned Marie's body slightly and washed Marie's asshole.

The moans that Jayne's ministrations had elicited had morphed into a continuous moan. Jayne was as efficacious as possible in washing Marie's rectum. Marie began panting, which caused her breasts to heave fetchingly.

Satisfied that her friend and employer was clean, Jayne filled a large cup with hot water and rinsed Marie. Jayne started with Marie's hair. She dumped water on Marie's head as she massaged the soap out of the raven colored locks. Jayne rinsed each body part in the order it had been washed. She made sure the water in her cup was hot. When Marie's body was completely rinsed off, Jayne rubbed conditioner into Marie's hair. As the conditioner was allowed to sit, Jayne massaged Marie's back. Jayne's skillful fingers worked the knots out one by one. Marie's moaning was very loud. Jayne worked particularly hard removing the tension from Marie's neck and shoulders. When the backrub was done, Jayne rinsed the conditioner out of Marie's hair. Jayne held Marie's hands and gave a slight tug. Marie took this as a cue to stand, and did so. During the bath, Marie's eyes had been closed. She did not know, until that moment, that Jayne had removed her top. Marie's eyes lingered on the bra supporting Jayne's impressive breasts.

The thrill was short lived. Once Jayne was sure Marie had her balance, she pulled the blouse back on over her head.

Jayne guided Marie out of the tub and wrapped her gorgeous body in a soft, dry, towel. Jayne carefully wrapped Marie's hair before rubbing the body towel to dry Marie off. Jayne was just as thorough in drying the raven haired Lady of the Manor as she had been through the entire process. More moans escaped from Marie's lips as the soft towel caressed her skin. Jayne led Marie to the comfortable chair in the bedroom. She picked out a nice casual outfit and slowly dressed her boss. Marie did not protest the soft fingers sliding the comfortable clothes onto her body this time. When Jayne slid the panties on and straightened them, Marie gasped softly. Marie moaned when her C cup bra was lovingly fastened and adjusted. The jeans placed on her were rough against her skin, but it was a nice roughness. Jayne rolled on deodorant to Marie's armpits before pulling a tank top over Marie's head and down her torso. The hair towel came off when the top was put on. Jayne grabbed a brush and pulled it through her employer's hair. The repetitive motion of the brushing was very relaxing.

"Mmmmmm," said Marie. "From now on, you're making ten dollars more an hour and your title is Chief of Staff."

Jayne giggled and said, "Thank you, Ms. Marie, but you specifically said that my pay rate and title would not be affected. I don't want to make the rest of the staff jealous."

As Jayne finished brushing Marie's hair, a wave of guilt swept over Marie. Marie began sobbing again. Jayne silently embraced her boss and held her there. The back of Jayne's blouse became wet from Marie's tears. Jayne did not squirm or try to break away. Marie was her friend at this point and she held Marie as such. Jayne kept her arms wrapped around Marie. The sobbing slowed and, eventually, Marie's crying stopped. Jayne was in the process of releasing Marie from the hug when Marie kissed Jayne softly on the lips. It was a soft, dry, kiss but it was lovely. Marie was certain Jayne had pushed back on the kiss before breaking away. Marie felt guilty again.

"I'm sorry," Marie said.

"I'm not, Ms. Marie," replied Jayne. "You needed the release. I'm glad I could help you with that. I'm not going to sleep with you, though."

Marie asked without thinking, "Why not?"

"Because I just got you dressed, Ms. Marie, and I don't want that to be a wasted effort. Come with me." Jayne gave Marie a little tug.

Marie asked as she stood, "Where are we going?"

"We're going to the stables, Marie, and I won't take 'no' for an answer. You're fed and you're dressed. My chores for the day are done. I'm going to do something relaxing and you're coming with me."

Marie did not resist as her curly haired friend walked her to the stables. They picked out an appropriate horse for Marie. Jayne gave Marie a thick saddle pad and then gave her a Western saddle. Everything was set up on the saddle. They used a swinging motion to saddle their horses. They double checked the cinches. Marie had never tacked up a horse Western Style before. She was having a lot of fun. Marie wasn't used to adjusting a breast collar. Jayne showed her what to do.

Jayne handed Marie a pair of sport boots and Marie wondered what Jayne was planning to do on their ride. The foot locks were put on nice and tightly. The bridle Jayne gave her was only one ear. It did not have a bit. It used a hackamore. They made all of their adjustments. Marie's horse's name was Thunder and he looked magnificent. He was a brown horse with white markings. Jayne helped Marie climb on.

Jayne climbed into her saddle and led Marie towards the beach. They rode along the shoreline. Thunder was a powerful beast. Marie could feel the power between her thighs. She moaned as she galloped Thunder along the shore. Marie watched as Jayne's long curly hair bounced against her body as she rode ahead. Marie suspected something else would be bouncing and encouraged Thunder to ride alongside Jayne's horse, Hunter.

Hunter was auburn haired and just a hair shorter than thunder. Jayne looked magnificent as she bounced on the saddle. Her body moved gracefully with the movement of the horse. Having already seen Jayne naked, it was easy for Marie to imagine what the brunette would look like riding Hunter without clothing. From there, it was easy to imagine Jayne in bed, in the throes of ecstasy.

"Careful, now, Marie!" Jayne shouted.

While in the midst of her daydreaming, Marie allowed Thunder to get too close to Hunter. She pulled on the reins and Thunder responded beautifully. They were soon riding side by side again. Marie kept a close eye on Thunder and adjusted him as needed. Jayne signaled Marie that they would be leaving the beach. Marie nodded and followed as they slowed down to follow a winding trail. Thunder seemed to know the trail well. He fell into a steady gait.

As wonderful as the ride was, it couldn't last forever. Marie was getting hungry. She shouted that information to Jayne and Jayne led them back to the stables.

Marie enjoyed brushing Thunder and giving him a treat for the fantastic ride. Thunder seemed to like Marie. He nuzzled her a few times during the brushing. Jayne gave Marie a quizzical look. Marie understood what was being silently asked.

"I'm feeling much better, Jayne. Thank you so much for today."

"You're welcome, Marie. I'm glad you changed the house rules. I love to ride."

"It shows," Marie said with a grin.

Since Jayne was off duty for the day, it was not hard to convince her to eat with Marie. They had a light salad each. Jayne would not allow Marie to spoil her dinner.

When their snack was done it was 4:45. Marie asked Jayne if she would join her on the beach.

"We just came from the beach, Marie."

"That was on horseback, silly. I want to swim."

"Would you mind if we swam in the pool instead? It's heated," said Jayne.

That, at least, explained why a beach house had a pool. Marie agreed and the two ladies went inside to change. Marie, inspired by Jayne's stunning look earlier in the week, wore her red bikini. This suit barely covered her. The top was two small triangles connected by red floss. The bottoms were equally small and left little to the imagination.

When Marie returned outside, Jayne was already in the pool. Her normally curly hair was wet and sticking to her back. Jayne was wearing a black bikini that could barely be considered clothing. She looked absolutely amazing. 

Marie started out by swimming laps. She was going to practice diving, but a horrible feeling overcame her. She did not was to cry any longer. She was sick of crying. Marie tried to steady herself and keep her emotions in check. She failed miserably.

Jayne swam up to Marie and gave her a hug. Jayne's large, wet, breasts crushed against Marie's. Jayne was already wet and did not mind the tears on her back. She gently rocked Marie as they hugged. Marie relaxed and stopped crying. Jayne released Marie and dipped underwater swimming away. She felt that would be better than leading Marie on with another opportunity for a kiss. Jayne was attracted to Marie but she didn't want things to go too far, too fast. They had barely known each other for a week. It was wrong to try to make something romantic out of her boss' vulnerability.

They swam for an hour before getting out and getting ready for dinner. 

Jayne made a suggestion to Marie and Marie thought it was brilliant. Marie and Jayne went into the kitchen to help the staff there make dinner. The staff would then be invited to eat with Marie and Jayne in the dining room. After dinner, Marie and Jayne would help with the dishes. Jayne had correctly guessed that this was just the sort of anti-class system activity that Marie would enjoy.

The ladies of the kitchen staff enjoyed their dinner in the dining room. It was a wonderful treat. Dishes were cleared. Jayne helped scrape the plates and Marie helped drying them. As the last load of dishes was being dried, Jayne helped scrape and mop the floor. With everyone working together, the entire kitchen was cleaned in twenty minutes. The kitchen staff thanked their new boss and several of them went down to the tennis court for a game. 

Marie asked Jayne if she would accompany her on a walk on the beach. As they were walking on the sand, Marie pulled out her cell phone and sent a text message to Jenn. She simply let her sister know that she had a good day.

After the text was sent, Marie noticed she had a missed call. She checked it. The call was from Frank's cell. Of course. The call was made at exactly 10:30am. Of course.

Frank was in Chloe's room in the hospital when Marie called him back. He put it on speaker phone, and Chloe had Marie go into detail about her good day. Marie left nothing out. Chloe smiled listening to the description of Marie's bath. She remembered the bed baths she had received from Marie. Jenn asked if Marie was interested in Jayne. Marie admitted that she was but it was wrong.

It was wrong. Marie felt herself about to cry again. Jenn talked to her in soothing tones. She told Marie that we cannot control who we fall for. Jenn said there was a reason Marie met Jayne. If they could not be lovers, Jenn said, they could still be very good friends. That was enough to assuage the guilt and sadness Marie felt.

Chloe told Marie that she was ten hours away from being discharged. Liz, the Physical Therapist had visited Chloe and had already started a regimen of upper body exercises to help with the wheelchair she would be in at discharge. Frank had helped to get a room ready for Liz. It was actually the guest room Frank had been using. Since Chloe was ready to be discharged, Frank decided to fly back to Florida. Marie was happy they were able to coordinate all of that without her. Marie was talking on the phone to her family and walking with Jayne when she saw one of the most beautiful sunsets in her life. She allowed a smile to appear on her face. It was, indeed, a good day.

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Chloe rolled herself to the elevator after she was discharged. Most of the nursing staff and Patrolwoman Militello had signed her leg casts. As nice as everyone had been, Chloe was overjoyed to be leaving the hospital. Liz was there, as she had promised, to assist with Chloe getting into Jenn's car. Because both of Chloe's legs were in casts, Chloe had to lay down in the back seat. She didn't complain about that. Liz folded the wheelchair and put it in her car. Liz followed Jenn to the house in Lindenhurst.

The house, as Marie had promised, was wheelchair compatible. Liz and Jenn maneuvered Chloe into her chair and she took over from there.

Liz worked hard with Chloe, concentrating on range of motion exercises for the first few days. Chloe's upper body strength was improving. Using her arms, she was able to transfer from her wheelchair to the stairglide. Marie had purchased a second floor wheelchair, so Chloe was able to transfer herself once upstairs. It was a wonderful sense of accomplishment after a long time of feeling helpless.

Liz accompanied Chloe when the casts were taken off and the pins were removed. The leg exercises Liz did with Chloe were painful at first. Liz never let Chloe quit. Within weeks, Chloe was able to get around with a walker.

Gail and Beth became regular visitors. They provided emotional support on Chloe's bad days. Chloe needed less and less help washing and getting dressed. Despite the occasional setbacks, she generally showed signs of improvement every day. She had essentially taught herself how to walk again. Chloe's professors were allowing her to take her classes online. She had completed her assignment and was keeping pace with the other members of her classes.

Liz, Gail and Beth became part of Dinner and Board Game Night. At first, it was hard for John Mark Sullivan to be with six beautiful women every Friday night knowing that only one of them, his wife, was interested in men.

Life went on.

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Marlon had been working for weeks in the prison library and was finally finished with his masterpiece. He had called up PDF files of tons of legal documents on the internet and was able to cut and paste them into a legal looking document of his creation. He was finally finished. He sent the document to himself using a dummy email.

He printed out his forged Commutal of Sentence document and showed it to one of the guards. The guard studied the document carefully, not believing that a judge would commute Marlon's sentence. After reading it over for the third time, the guard showed the official looking document to his supervisor. The supervisor looked it over and passed the document up the chain of command. The document continued to be passed up the chain until it arrived on the desk of the Warden.

The Warden looked over the Commutal of Sentence form very carefully and then signed it.

Marlon was released. He couldn't believe that the easiest way to escape prison was to walk out the front door. Marlon had Googled Marie Melar after she visited him. He found an address in Lindenhurst. Marlon decided that since everyone thought he was out legally, he had enough time to settle the score with that bitch before he vanished. Marlon waited patiently as his personal effects were returned to him.

Bright and early, Thursday morning, Marlon's taxi arrived at the prison gates. He gave the driver an address in Lindenhurst, Long Island.

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It was Liz' day off. Jenn had two morning classes that day. She kissed Chloe goodbye, tenderly, and rushed out the door to her car. Jenn barely noticed the cab idling across the street. She started her car and made her way to the train station.

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Marlon wasn't sure if it was the bitch who left the house or the bitch's lookalike sister. He remembered the sister from his trial. He paid the taxi driver and got out of the cab. He walked nonchalantly over to the house and tried the windows. One of the side windows slid open for him. He pulled himself up and climbed in the window. He closed the window silently. He heard a scuffling noise behind him and duck down low.

He saw the red-haired girl who sat with the bitch or the bitch's sister at the trial. She was pushing a walker for old people. Marlon liked women who couldn't fight back. He decided to have his fun with the red-haired gimp and then do the bitch and her sister as they came home.

The gimp made her way to the living room. Marlon snuck up behind her. He pushed her onto the couch and threw the walker to the other side of the room. The gimp tried to punch Marlon. He grabbed her wrists, held them with one hand, and held them high over her head. He pressed down on her legs with his knees. She screamed. He forced her legs open. Marlon tore open her shirt with his free hand. He pulled down her bra and played with her titties. The gimp's titties weren't as nice as the bitch's but they were ok. He reached down to open her pants. 

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Jenn had forgotten her purse. The good news was she wasn't far from home when she realized it. She turned around and headed back. When she was three houses away, she saw a pair of legs slip into the side window of their house. Jenn pulled over and parked the car. She reached between her seat and the door and pulled out the tire iron. She opened and closed the car door as quietly as she could.

Jenn ran to the back door of the house. She carefully slid open the glass sliding door and silently closed it. She stepped out of her shoes and looked around. She heard Chloe screaming from the living room. Jenn's heart was in her throat. She had no idea what was happening to her true love. She moved as quickly and as quietly as she was able. 

She entered the living room and saw a man she didn't recognize fondling Chloe's tits with one hand. He pinned her arms with his other hand. He let go of her breasts and reached towards Chloe's pants.

Jenn choked up on the tire iron and hit the man in the head. He grabbed the sides of his head, shook for a second, and lunged for Jenn. Jenn swung again and connected hard with his head. He slumped to the floor but soon it looked as though he was trying to get up again. Jenn lost control and beat the daylights out of the mother fucker. She kept hitting him with the tire iron until she was sure he was no longer moving.

"Are you ok?" Jenn asked Chloe.

"Not really," said Chloe, "but I'll manage. Is he dead?"

Jenn said, "I fucking hope so. I don't have much more left in me. I changed my mind. I'm not going to class today."

"Sounds good to me," said Chloe.

Jenn pulled out her cell phone and called the police. She reported a break in and an attempted rape. When she gave the address to the dispatcher, the dispatcher freaked out. It was Gail. Jenn assured Gail that Chloe was safe and only a little worse for wear. Gail said she would send squad cars and an ambulance immediately.




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After Jenn hung up with Gail, she called the school and told them she would not be coming in because a man broke into her house.

Jenn ran upstairs and got a new blouse for Chloe to wear. It was a pullover. Chloe thanked Jenn and changed shirts. Jenn sat down on the couch with Chloe and hugged her. Jenn still held the tire iron and kept one eye on the man on the floor at all times. She would not take any chances with Chloe.

They were kissing when Jenn first heard the sirens approaching. She gave Chloe a quick hug and handed the tire iron to her. Jenn walked to the front door, opened it, and waited for the police. One squad car parked in the driveway and the second parked on the lawn. The two cops from the first car ran up to Jenn and asked her what was going on.

Jenn invited the officers in as she told them what she knew. She told them about beating the man who climbed in the window and was molesting Chloe. The officers checked the body. He was dead. They rolled him over and asked Jenn and Chloe if they recognized him. Jenn knew he looked familiar, but couldn't think of a name. Chloe remembered his name was Marlon Davis. 

A uniformed officer who had just entered the house said there was a BOLO issued for Marlon Davis. It was just discovered that he left the prison that morning using forged documents.

The police took Jenn's and Chloe's statements. The Suffolk County Medical Examiner's office took the body. The police officers she spoke to assured Jenn that she was well within her rights to beat this intruder to death.

When the last cop left the house, Jenn called Marie on her cell. Marie was shocked when she heard that Jenn had killed Marlon. Only two of her rapists were still alive. She simply couldn't believe it. Jenn told Marie that she and Chloe had to leave the house. They couldn't stay there anymore. Marie completely understood. Marie told Jenn to pack some bags and take Chloe to the Lindencrest Diner, the one on Montauk Highway at Broadway. Marie said they should wait for her there. She would drive Jenn's car and James would take Jenn and Chloe to Tarabella. There was plenty of room for them there.

"How long are you going to be?" asked Jenn.

"Not long," said Marie. "Today's Thursday. I'm just leaving my counseling appointment. We shouldn't be more than fifteen minutes."

"In that case," Jenn said, "why don't you just come straight here? You can help us pack."

"I really wanted to go to the diner," replied Marie. "I had my heart set on coffee and cake."

"There are no diners in Bridgehampton?" asked Jenn.

Marie said, "There are, but they're full of actresses trying to network. Normal people don't fit in well."

"I'm sure we can find a place along the way. Just get your ass over here," Jenn demanded.

"Ok," said Marie. "We'll be there soon. We're entering Amityville now."

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Marie ran inside the house almost before James got the limousine to come to a full stop. She hugged Jenn and Chloe tightly. She was so happy to see they were both safe. 

Marie went to the living room and saw the blood stains on the sofa and on the floor. It was so surreal. Her baby sister had killed her personal bogey man. Marie joined the ladies upstairs and helped them pack their belongings.

Marie called Liz and apologized for interrupting her day off. She explained to Liz about the break in. She asked Liz if it would be alright to pick her up by limousine some time that day and bring her to the house in Bridgehampton. Liz said if they could wait for her, she was less than ten minutes away. Marie asked if it would be ok to pack up the things in the guest room for expediency's sake. Liz said that would be fine.

Marie went to the guest room and packed up Liz' things. The luggage was brought down and loaded into the trunk of the limousine. James held the door open for Chloe and Jenn. The plans changed.

Liz would ride in the limo with Chloe. Marie would take Liz' car to Tarabella and Jenn would take her own car. The strange caravan weaved its way east on Sunrise Highway. They never stopped at a diner. Marie settled for having the kitchen staff make her cake and coffee.

Marie showed Chloe, Jenn and Liz the Midocean Drive entrance to their new home. Three sets of jaws dropped. Marie smiled. She thought how it wasn't so long ago she had the same reaction.

Jayne met the ladies at the front door and helped with the luggage. Once the three newcomers were set up in their new bedrooms, each with a private bath, Marie and Jayne headed to the stables for their afternoon ride.

Marie felt a little guilty about not staying with Jenn and Chloe. She knew she should have made sure they were ok. She knew she should have offered them a tour. She also knew that her daily riding ritual was very important for her sanity. 

Marie had gotten very good at tacking Thunder. She could usually get it all done in less than ten minutes.

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Jenn and Chloe's new room was one door down from Marie's room. Their new bedroom windows faced the beach. Jenn opened the window and saw Marie and Jayne ride by on the shoreline. Jenn laughed, watching her sister ride like a cowgirl. She told Chloe to come over. Chloe made it to the window just in time to see the riders gallop by.

The lovers explored their new room. There was a walk-in closet and an attached bathroom. The bathroom had a bidet and a hot tub.

"Jackpot!" shouted Chloe. "Holy shit."

"What's wrong, Baby?" asked Jenn.

"Ree's owned this place for two years and we're just seeing it now?"

"Hell, this place is relatively new for her, too," Jenn said.

"It's amazing here," said Chloe. "This place is going to be perfect for our wedding. Speaking of which, I was wondering if you'd consider pushing back the date...?"

"Why would we want to do that, Baby?" Jenn asked.

Chloe explained, "Well, Sweetie, this is going to sound silly, but when we walk down the aisle, I don't want to have to use a cane or a walker. I just want to walk down the aisle with your mother without any assistance."

"Oh, Chloe, Baby, that's not silly at all. When would you like to change the date to?"

"Well," replied Chloe, "I was thinking about this manor and how much fun it would be to decorate the place..."

Jenn said, "You want to have the wedding on Halloween, don't you?"

Chloe said, "You know me too well, Sweetie."

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When Marie and Jayne returned from their ride, they went to their separate rooms to shower. After she was washed and dressed, Marie called a moving company. She made arrangements for the furniture from the Lindenhurst house, especially the outdoor furniture and the hot tub, were delivered to Tarabella.

Next, Marie called the Sullivans. She explained about the break in and asked if Holly and John were willing to come out to the Hamptons for Dinner and Board Game Night. Holly seemed hesitant until Marie mentioned there were plenty of empty bedrooms. Holly liked the idea of a sleep over in a mansion. Holly told Marie that Gail and Beth were involved with the Friday night ritual lately and asked if it would be alright to invite them as well. Marie said that would be fine.

After her phone calls, Marie checked in on Jenn and Chloe. She knocked on the door. Marie secretly wondered how long it would take the two nymphomaniacs to sleep together in every room of this house. Jenn answered the door and stepped back to let Marie in.

"Are you two doing okay?" asked Marie.

"All things considered," said Chloe, "we're just fine. We decided to push the wedding back to Halloween. Would that be okay?"

"It's fine with me," said Marie. "I guess that means a wedding on the beach is out..."

Marie and Jayne took Chloe, Jenn and Liz on a short tour before dinner. The three newest members of the household were introduced to the new tradition of helping the kitchen staff make dinner, dine with the kitchen staff, and help do dishes and clean the kitchen. After dinner, the majority of the kitchen staff, Jayne and Marie were going to take a dip in the pool. The three newcomers were quickly convinced to join in.

Friday was a busy day at Tarabella.

Marie checked her finances before calling an early morning staff meeting in the ballroom. She announced that she had just made sure she could afford to change a few things. The staff quarters would be expanded before the summer was over. There would be more amenities in and near the staff quarters. Marie announced that Jayne's new title would be Chief of Staff. Marie next announced that everyone on staff would be getting a raise. There was loud applause after that announcement. Marie reminded the staff that there would be even more people sleeping over that night. Marie would explain to the new guests that staff were encouraged to make use of the amenities once their work for the day was satisfactorily completed.

After breakfast, James drove Marie and Jayne to Lindenhurst so she could let the movers in and tell them which items were getting packed. As Marie supervised the flat screen televisions getting wrapped up for transport, she called Kevin to ask if he would take on Jenn as a client. Jenn had asked Marie the night before to make the request. As much as she rationalized that she was protecting the house and protecting Chloe, Jenn had a hard time coping with the fact that she took a life. Kevin told Marie that he had an open slot on Wednesday afternoons at 1:30. Marie sent Jenn a text which was quickly replied to. Jenn thanked Marie and would be on time for every Wednesday appointment.

Marie gave the movers detailed written instructions on where everything would be going once the contents of the Lindenhurst house was moved to Tarabella. Nothing was taken from the living room. There were no need for reminders of the tragic event. The massage tables were taken and carefully loaded on the big truck. Jayne drove Marie's car to Tarabella. Marie didn't want to leave anything behind. Once she was satisfied that the movers knew what to do in every room, Marie made a phone call to Germany.

After her call, James drove Marie to Calverton, stopping at a florist's on the way. Marie yelled at Trent's grave. James was used to this. He had driven Marie and accompanied her to the grave several times. This Friday was different, however. This would be Marie's last visit for the time being. She left a beautiful bouquet of white roses at the grave and told Trent's grave that she was moving on with her life.

Marie picked up new ink cartridges, cardstock and envelopes before returning to Tarabella.

At home (Marie was already thinking of Tarabella as home), Marie went to visit her car in the large garage where Jayne parked it. Jenn's car was there as well as several classic cars and motorcycles that had belonged to Mr. Melar. Jayne was doing her morning chores, but stopped for a hug from Marie. Jayne, in this relative privacy, thanked Marie for giving everyone a raise. It made it easier to accept the new job title.

Marie brought the ink, cardstock and envelopes to Chloe, who was busy crafting new wedding invitations on her computer. Once satisfied with the appearance, the invitations were printed. Chloe was in a rush to get them printed out because Liz would be coming soon to work Chloe like a beast of burden. Marie gave Chloe directions to the Post Office on Main Street. Chloe joked about taking a bike there and Marie insisted Jenn drive her.

Chloe set up her invitation database so that the addresses would print out on the envelopes. Liz showed up for Chloe shortly after the last envelope was stuffed.

Liz never pretended to be anything other than what she was. Liz made no bones about the fact that she was a lesbian. She found her clients attractive, but saw the rock Jenn was wearing on her left hand and the physical contact she always shared with Chloe. She knew those two were off limits. Marie, however, no longer wore rings. 

Marie had first taken off her rings when they were getting in the way at the hospital. A nurse always uses her hands and it was easier not to have impediments to her job. Marie just never got around to putting her wedding ring back on. Eventually, she realized she didn't need to wear it. Trent was buried. Death had parted them and she needed to live. It was a very hard lesson to learn, but her support group and sessions with Kevin helped her to accept her new reality.

Delaying the wedding until Halloween took a lot of pressure off of everyone. Marie would not have to paste on a happy face while she was still adjusting to her new life. Jenn could come to terms with all the emotional occurrences in her life. She, after all had been accused of raping her sister. Her beloved had been hit by a car. She had to quit her massage therapy job so she could stay with Chloe in the hospital. She was taking all of her courses online until recently and needed to readjust to the commute and to sitting in a classroom. The delay took pressure off Chloe as she had more time to learn how to walk again. The delay also took pressure off of Liz. She could work Chloe thoroughly without having to rush.

Liz enjoyed her short term stay at Tarabella. She appreciated the mostly female staff as well as their attributes. Her access to the third floor gym was unrestricted, which she used enthusiastically. Liz had been here less than a day and had already spent hours in that gym. She planned to take Chloe up there to work with free weights and spend some time on one of the treadmills.

Liz noticed, very quickly, that Marie did not wear rings. Encouraged by this, she had spent the day flirting.

Marie seemed to think that Liz was just a very friendly person. Jayne, on the other hand, saw it for exactly what it was.

Jayne didn't know why she felt so jealous. Marie was her friend, as much as she would love to pursue a relationship. Marie was also her employer. Marie, Jayne realized, was also Liz' employer. This did not seem to stop Liz from hitting on Marie. Why then, Jayne wondered, should she stop? Because, she decided, she wouldn't want to do anything to hurt the friendship, which was so important to Jayne. Jayne, in jealousy, found herself making comparisons between herself and Liz. Liz was short. Jayne didn't know any other way to put it. Liz was shorter than Chloe. Liz had a small chest. None of the newcomers could compare to Jayne's F cups, but Liz seemed to be just barely a B cup, if not an A. Liz had muscles. Jayne was fit, to be sure, but Liz' arms and legs could be almost mistaken for a man's. She wasn't repulsive or anything, but Liz had guns. Jayne's long curly brown hair was in direct contrast to Liz. Liz shaved the sides of her head, dyed her hair (obviously) a reddish brown and spiked it. Liz had several piercings and tattoos. Jayne wore a few studs in her ears and had an angel between her shoulders.

Jayne wondered what she would do if Marie fell to Liz' advances. She knew she had no claim on Marie. Marie was free to do as she pleased. Jayne also didn't know why she was spending so much time thinking about it. Jayne had decided not to pursue Marie, so why should she care what Liz was doing? It was all very confusing.

Jayne worked hard to get all of her daytime chores finished so she could spend some time alone on the beach before her afternoon ride with Marie. Once her tasks, were completed, she went to her quarters to change into a tiny bikini. She wanted to even out her tan as much as possible. She grabbed a comfy towel and a book and headed towards the sitting room. On the way, she met Marie.

"Oh, you read my mind," said Marie. "Just give me two minutes to change and I'll go out to the beach with you. Unless you were headed for the pool?"

"No, I was headed for the beach," Jayne said. For some reason, she left out the part about wanting to be there alone.

"Great," said Marie. "Come with me. We can talk while I get changed."

Jayne, despite her decision not to chase after Marie, would never turn down an opportunity to see her naked. They walked together and talked about Jenn and Chloe's wedding. Marie was very excited for her younger sister and was very glad they chose to push the date back. Jayne loved seeing Marie's smile. It happened more and more these days. It was so much better than seeing her cry. Jayne hated to see tears on that gorgeous face. Marie was a totally different person, Jayne felt, when she was happy. Jayne filled up with joy whenever she saw Marie in a good mood. 

Marie was in a very good mood. Marie smiled a lot and Jayne returned every smile she was given. Marie was so happy, in fact, that she began unbuttoning her blouse before she was inside her room. She started in the hallway. It was no big deal, thought Jayne. No one would think any less of Ms. Marie. The staff loved her, especially now with the raises, and Marie could do no wrong in their eyes.

Marie had her blouse off as she opened her door. Jayne's eyes swept over the exposed flesh. A smile grew on Jayne's face. She loved Marie's body. Marie walked over to her bed and tossed the blouse on in absentmindedly. She reached back to undo the clasps, and her bra soon landed on the blouse. Marie stepped out of her shoes as she opened the zipper to her skirt. The skirt slid down Marie's legs and Marie shimmied out of her boy shorts. The rocking of Marie's breasts as she shimmied was entrancing to Jayne. Marie, completely naked, walked over to the windows and basked in the sunlight that streamed in. Marie hugged herself and turned in the sunlight.

Marie turned towards Jayne. Marie opened her arms wide, for a hug, as she walked towards the lovely lady in the tiny bikini. Marie wrapped her arms around Jayne. Marie walked as she hugged Jayne. Jayne was barely aware of the fact they were moving towards the bed. Marie's hands slid around on Jayne's back. Jayne was very surprised when she realized Marie had undone the strings at her neck and her back at the same time. Marie stepped back for a second and Jayne's top fell. Marie kissed Jayne as she fondled Jayne's magnificent breasts. Jayne gasped in Marie's mouth and Marie took it as an invitation to slide her tongue in. Jayne moaned into Marie's mouth as their tongues wrestled gently. Marie's hands moved lower and the strings holding Jayne's bottoms were undone. Marie guided Jayne to the bed. Marie kissed Jayne, slowly, all over her body. Marie raised Jayne's arms over Jayne's head and kissed Jayne's armpits and underarms. Jayne moaned loudly at the loving kisses she had longed for but never pursued. Marie took her blouse out from under Jayne's legs. Marie used the blouse to tie Jayne's wrists to the headboard. Jayne pretended to struggle, but was actually very excited. She had no idea Marie was into this.

"Oh, Ms. Marie," Jayne cooed. She was off the clock and entitled to drop Marie's title, but Marie was living out a fantasy of Jayne's without realizing it.

"You like that, do you?" asked Marie.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Marie," came the throaty reply. "Oh, Ms. Marie. I've been such a naughty maid."

"Have you?" Marie asked. "What should I do about that...?"

Marie slapped Jayne's left breast. She, then, rubbed the same spot and slapped it again. Marie then sucked the nipple of that breast. Jayne gasped, moaned, then gasped and moaned again as Marie attended to her breast. Marie repeated the treatment on the other breast. Marie stopped and admired Jayne's nipples as they became erect. Marie licked and sucked on each of Jayne's nipples before she kissed a slow line down Jayne's flat stomach. Marie licked Jayne's navel. Jayne was moaning and squirming. This felt so wonderful. This was too amazing. Jayne began to fear this was a dream and that she would wake up soon. Marie's pleasant touch told her this was not a dream. Jayne struggled with the blouse again. This time, it was because she wanted to put her hands in Marie's hair. Jayne's wrists were bound too well and she continued to pull in vain at the soft material.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 10



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains, in no particular order, elements of lesbian sex, group sex, gay male sex, pegging and bondage.



Previously, in this series, a young woman was violently raped by six men on her wedding night after one of those men killed her husband in front of her. The men took the virginity she'd saved for her husband. The woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse and used her training to get through traumatic experiences to push all thoughts of grief to the back of her subconscious. She had gone through the motions, but not allowed herself to grieve. She lived in a house on Long Island's south shore with her sister, Jenn Stevens, and Jenn's fiancé, Chloe Drasher. Marie identified her attackers and testified against them in court. Marie had a few scars, one from the night of her rape when she was nearly stabbed to death; one from a gunshot wound to her shoulder that she received during a trial. Marie had a support system in place: her housemates, her parents, Catherine and Harry (who, secretly, are into bondage), her brother, Frank (who, not so secretly, has a crush on her), her judge friend, Holly, and several nurses with whom Marie had slept. Kevin, Marie's therapist, had noticed that Marie finally seemed ready to begin the grieving process she had denied for so long. Chloe had been hit by a driver, Dori Lee, who was texting. Frank flew up to see Chloe. Jenn stayed in the hospital room with Chloe. Marie had given notice and left the hospital. She had crying spells due to sadness and guilt. She moved into Tarabella, an immense manor in Bridgehampton. Marie changed several of the rules at Tarabella and gave the staff new uniforms. Dori Lee tried to evade capture and was hit by another vehicle. Chloe saw Dori in the hospital and identified her. Marie visited her three remaining attackers in prison. Marlon, the one who killed Marie's husband, escaped prison and sought revenge. He attempted to rape Chloe, after she was discharged from the hospital, and was beaten to death by Jenn. Jenn and Chloe moved to Tarabella. Jenn walked in on Marie and Jayne, Marie's Chief of Staff. Marie tied Jayne up and pleasured her vigorously. Jayne was given three hours to return the favor.

Thank you very much for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. Please feel free to give polite constructive criticism. I'm happy to answer questions, except about what's coming next. I do, eventually, read all the comments and often respond to them. So you are welcome to ask questions or, politely, tell me what I'm doing wrong. How else will I learn? Special thanks go to my Beta Reader, FangsAnarchy, for her help and her enthusiasm for this series. This chapter would be crap without her suggestions and questions.





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Jayne smiled mischievously at the sexy body of her friend and employer. She still had not completely reconciled her inner guilt about sleeping with the boss, but the naked vision before her pushed most of her guilt to the back of her mind. Jayne climbed on top of the bed and crawled between Marie's legs. Jayne rubbed her cheek against Marie's thigh. Marie moaned softly at the gentle contact. Jayne's tongue snaked out of her mouth and grazed its way along Marie's thigh as Jayne's face neared Marie's crotch. The raven haired 28-year-old cooed at the younger woman's attention. Jayne slid her hands under Marie's thighs and guided them up. Jayne continued to lift Marie's legs until they pressed against her tits. Jayne held the legs in place as her mouth lowered to Marie's mound. She kissed the succulent flesh there and then stopped. She smiled at Marie and then began to lick. Marie let out a yelp of surprise as she realized Jayne was licking her asshole. Marie's surprise turned into lust as she was filled with pleasurable sensations. This was not new to her. Her ass had been licked before. Jenn was an ass licker as was Chloe. Marie tightened up a little because she knew what generally followed a licked ass. It was not necessarily a bad thing unless the lover in question was in a hurry.

Jayne did not rush. She listened to her employer's noises of enjoyment and used the volume to guide her tongue. Jayne began by licking the rim of Marie's asshole. She kissed each cheek of the pear-shaped ass. She dragged the flat of her tongue over the hole several times as though it were a lollipop. She did this for close to fifteen minutes before beginning the cycle all over again. She paused after lathing the butthole a second time, listening to Marie's heavy breathing, and then plunged the tip of her tongue in Marie's rectum. Marie grasped the sheets of her bed tightly.

"OH! Holy shit, Jayne! Oh, yes. Oh, yes...."

Jayne bobbed her head and fucked Marie's ass with her tongue. Marie's head thrashed from side to side. Jayne moved her tongue in and out of the tight hole very quickly and then stopped. She dragged her tongue up to Marie's cunt and filled the desperately wanting anus with her index finger. Jayne licked Marie's outer labia as her finger plunged shallowly into the asshole. Marie was becoming very loud. Jayne reached up and placed the index and middle fingers of her free hand into Marie's mouth. Marie sucked greedily on the fingers and her moans were effectively muffled. Jayne gently bit one of Marie's pussy lips and playfully tugged. She released the lip and circled Marie's hooded clit with her tongue. Marie sucked harder on the fingers to show her appreciation. Jayne brought her tongue back down to the labia and painted Marie's quim with soft, rapid, flicks.

Jayne felt Marie's body convulse as she slid the index finger of her right hand slightly deeper into Marie's ass. Jayne pushed her tongue in and began pleasuring Marie's inner labia. Jayne suddenly pulled her fingers from Marie's mouth and plunged them, palm up, into Marie's pussy. She curled and released her fingers several times, searching for Marie's G spot. When she was certain she found it, she rubbed it mercilessly and plunged her right finger hard and fast in Marie's ass while simultaneously sucking hard on Marie's clit.

"FUCK! Oh, God, Jayne! Oh, fuck. Oh, my God, babe, I'm going to cum so fucking hard!" Marie felt an inner heat expanding in her core and radiating outwardly through her extremities. She felt her toes involuntarily curl. Marie felt herself, internally or perhaps spiritually, being pulled hard. Her core seemed to stretch hard, like the basket of a slingshot pulling back further and further until it reaches the critical stage of needing to fire or to snap and break. The tension increased and she waited for the snap. She felt her body about to shoot wave upon wave of ecstasy throughout her entire being.

Jayne loved that Marie called her "Babe". She redoubled her efforts and had Marie screaming out in pleasure. Marie ran her fingers through Jayne's thick brown curls. Just as Jayne was enjoying the feel of her boss' fingers in her hair, Marie pushed down on Jayne's head. Jayne took this as a cue to breathe through her nose and suck the clit harder.

Marie's body bucked violently as a monster orgasm hit her like a Mack truck. Jayne followed the erratic motions and did not let up on her three-pronged siege on the billionairess' beautiful body. Marie screamed and cursed as her curvy body shook and seized in response to the tidal wave ripping through her. Marie squirted her nectar, which hit in the center of Jayne's chest and dripped down Jayne's cleavage. The sudden temperature change on her chest surprised Jayne enough to stop her. She released Marie's clit and looked down at the splash that had hit her chest. Jayne slowly slid the fingers of her left hand out of Marie and licked them clean. She, then, used the same fingers to scoop the mystery liquid out of her cleavage. She was surprised, when she tasted it, that this fluid had the same vanilla and mango taste of Marie's nectar. She suddenly realized that Marie had ejaculated.

"Holy crap, Ms. Marie. I didn't know you could squirt!"

"This... was... only... my... second... time," Marie said between gasps.

"It won't be your last time, if I have anything to do with it," Jayne said with a huge smile. 

Jayne looked at Marie's sweat covered body and watched the provocative rise and fall of Marie's chest. Jayne climbed up and kissed Marie's forehead. She pressed her forehead gently to Marie's the same way Marie had earlier that day. She laid down next to Marie and kissed her softly on the cheek. Marie turned to look deeply into Jayne's chocolate colored eyes. The two women stared at each other lovingly as Marie attempted to recover.

When her breathing finally returned to normal, Marie reached for her cell phone. She hit "4" on her speed dial as she absentmindedly rubbed Jayne's left nipple.

Frank answered his cell phone immediately when he saw Marie's name on his Caller ID.

"Hey, Ree! What's up?" he asked. Marie could hear his smile over the phone.

"Hey, Frank. I was just wondering if you had anything planned for tonight. I was also kind of wondering how quickly you could get to Tarabella."

"Nope," said Frank. "My Friday night plans went bust on me. Umm, it would take me a little under three hours to get up there if I include the time it would take to file a flight plan."

"Then you'd better move your ass," said Marie. "We're having Dinner and Board Game Night at Tarabella with an overnight to follow and, with the exception of Holly's husband, it's a taco festival."

"I'll see you in three hours, then," said Frank. "I love you, bye!"

Frank quickly hung up and Marie did not have a chance to respond. She put her phone down on her nightstand and became more active in carressing Jayne's spectacular body.



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It took Frank a few seconds to realize he had said, "I love you." It was a reflex. He didn't mean to say it. He loudly slapped his palm to his forehead and then went ahead with packing and filing his last minute flight plan.



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Jayne's eyes were closed as Marie's fingers traced over the curves of her body. Marie kissed Jayne's neck and guided her by the wrists to pin her arms over her head. Jayne heard the drawer of Marie's nightstand slide open. She heard the various objects in the drawer being rustled about. She heard a metallic jangling sound. Jayne heard a click above her head, quickly followed by a second click just to the right of the first. Marie lifted Jayne's wrist again and the next click Jayne heard was accompanied by cold metal tightening quickly around her wrist. She freely lifted her other wrist for Marie to cuff. She didn't have to wait long. Jayne felt a soft material, she couldn't tell if it was silk or satin, cover her eyes. It seemed silly to Jayne, since her eyes were already closed, but she lifted her head and allowed Marie to tie the blindfold.

"Oh, Ms. Marie," Jayne said demurely, "what do you plan to do with me? I've been such a naughty, naughty, maid..."

"You'll find out soon enough, Babe."

Jayne smiled at being called by this new pet name again. Her smile turned briefly into a wince when she felt Marie's hand slap her right tit.

"Oh, yes, Ms. Marie! Punish me! I've been so bad. I've been OOOOOH... oh, so bad, Ms. Marie. OOOOOOH! OH! OHHHHHHHHH!"

Marie would slap each tit and then rub the spot where her hand had landed. She went back and forth between the two large breasts. Jayne pretended to struggle against her cuffs. The slaps were hard but not unbearable. The gentle rubbing after each stroke was helpful. It was a lovely balance and merging of pleasure and pain. Jayne pouted when the slapping stopped but smiled when she heard further rummaging in the drawer.

Jayne gasped when she felt something cold and wet drizzling onto her pussy. She tried to smell what it was but before she could identify any odors, Marie's fingers rubbed the viscous fluid in and Jayne was sure it was lube. Jayne heard the lube being squirted again but didn't feel any of it on her. She next heard Marie grunting. She was very curious as to what was going on and what Marie had in store for her. The next sensation she felt was something huge pressing against her labia. Jayne took in some deep breaths as the massive intruder slowly impaled her. Slowly and steadily the thick, cool, shaft pushed its way deeper. Just when Jayne felt she couldn't fit any more inside her, she felt Marie's flat stomach lay down against her own. Marie's stomach lifted up and the shaft pulled out a bit. The shaft pushed back in and Marie's stomach once again touched Jayne's. Jayne began to slowly grind her hips against Marie's. She did not feel a harness. She only felt Marie's soft skin. There was no harness, Jayne realized. This wasn't a strap on! This was a double sided dick and it was huge!

Marie began thrusting in earnest and Jayne could not keep herself from moaning.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. Ms. Marie.... Fuck me, Ms. Marie. Fuck your naughty little maid."

"No," said Marie. "I'm going to fuck my hot Chief of Staff!"

That didn't sound as sexy to Jayne, but it was Marie's game. Marie fucked the hell out of Jayne. Jayne had been with big men before but had rarely been stuffed as deeply or as hard as Marie was hammering her. Jayne felt Marie as the raven haired employer lifted the brunette's legs up to give her better access. It seemed impossible, but the huge phallus sank even deeper into Jayne. This assault was so hot that Jayne never felt the orgasm sneak up on her until it shook her like an earthquake. The enormous shaft was suddenly pulled out from Jayne and she heard a scraping sound from the nightstand. The thick rod thankfully plunged back into her and returned to its mission of hammering the daylights out of Jayne. Marie's body pressed hard against Jayne's legs which, in turn, dug into Jayne's F cup breasts. Marie pressed down very hard and Jayne was about to beg her to stop until she heard a loud click and her left wrist was suddenly free. More pressing followed as did another click and her right wrist was free.

Marie slowly pulled out of Jayne and guided her to turn over and get on all fours. Jayne did so enthusiastically and waited impatiently for the continued assault on her cunt. She felt Marie's hands on her hips. She felt the artificial cock push at her pussy. She mewed as she felt Marie push it in all the way in a single thrust. Marie allowed Jayne to grind her ass against her before she started thrusting again.

Jayne loved to be fucked in doggy style. She loved the feel of her tits swaying below her. She loved the slap of Marie's crotch against her ass. She loved the huge monster cock, fake as it was, slamming inside of her. Marie did not slow down as she pressed her tits into Jayne's back. Marie wrapped her arms around Jayne and continued to drill her. As much as Jayne loved the embrace, it prevented the swaying of her tits. Jayne felt a new sensation. Marie plunged deeply into Jayne and stayed there. She pulled on Jayne's chest. She lifted Jayne's arms off the bed and continued to pull. Marie swung her legs forward. Jayne followed suit and was suddenly sitting on Marie's lap. Marie's tits were still pressed against Jayne's back. The monster cock was still in her cunt. Marie moved her arms. Her hands were soon on Jayne's ass and pushed her up. Jayne followed the guidance of the hands and was happy when they guided her back down. Jayne, filled with lust, rode Marie's fake cock like they were going somewhere.

Both women moaned repeatedly as Jayne bounced hard on the huge dildo they shared. Jayne felt the orgasm building inside of herself. She did not fight it as it washed over her. The impact made her lose her rhythm and she soon felt Marie's hands guiding her. They pushed her up. Marie's body arced into the bridge position and Jayne followed her lead. Suddenly, while Jayne was still arced, Marie began to piston her dick hard and fast. Orgasm after orgasm hit Jayne. Marie hammered Jayne for a good three minutes until exhaustion overtook her and the two women fell. Jayne fell hard onto Marie and quickly rolled off of her.

Marie slowly pulled the huge dildo out of Jayne. A popping sound and a long low moan told Jayne the didlo was also out of Marie. The large toy fell to the floor with a loud thud. Jayne felt Marie spoon against her and, soon after, the blindfold was removed.

"Oh, my God, Marie! That was... That was so.... Oh God, I love you."

"I love you, too, Jayne. Jenn will be here in forty-six minutes. Why don't we rest for about fifteen or so and then we'll take a shower. How does that sound?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, wait. Let me catch my breath for a second," said Jayne. "Oh, that's better. If it's all the same to you, Marie, I'd rather take the shower now. If I rest now, I'm going to fall asleep and I won't wake up until tomorrow."

"Hmm. You're probably right," agreed Marie.

Marie playfully slapped Jayne's ass before scooting off the bed and running to the en-suite bathroom. Jayne laughed too hard to give a proper pursuit. Marie enjoyed the sound of Jayne's laughter and added some of her own. When Jayne caught up to Marie, she wrapped her arms around her and pulled Marie into a passionate kiss which was eagerly accepted and returned.

As the kiss continued, Marie's hand fumbled to start the water in the tub and turn on the shower. Jayne was little help to her choosing, instead, to smother Marie with kisses. Marie left her right hand under the shower stream as she kissed her buxom lover. When the water reached the right temperature, she carefully guided Jayne to step into the tub with her. Jayne did not stop kissing Marie until her wet hair fell into her eyes.

Jayne giggled as she pushed her hair out of her face. Marie looked so amazing to her. She knew, instinctively, that she and Marie had gone too far too fast, but she didn't really care at that moment. This wonderful feeling was worth feeling. It might lead to her being fired or losing Marie as a friend but all of that would be better than never having felt like this.

"So much for taking things slowly," Marie said.

"What do we do now?" Jayne asked with a giggle. Marie was falling in love with that giggle.

"Short term? We enjoy our shower and get dressed for our ride with Jenn. Long term? I don't know. I love you, Jayne, but I need to be completely honest with you. I have feelings for Frank. I don't know what those feelings are. When he gets here, tonight, I'm going to be completely honest with him also. I don't want to lose what you and I have but I need to understand why my heart is drawing me to two completely different people. Does that make any sense?"

"If you choose Frank," Jayne asked, "will you fire me?"

"Your sexy ass isn't going anywhere. I haven't chosen anyone. If, IF I chose Frank, he would have to grow up and accept what you mean to me. You're my right hand, Jayne. I can't function without you."

"Huh," said Jayne. "I'm your right hand? That's an odd thing to say considering I'm left handed."

"In that case, fuck the metaphor," said Marie. "I love you and I need you here. Will I always love you as a lover? I hope so, but I need to understand these things bubbling up inside of me. I know this isn't fair to you, but..."

"Just shut up for one second, Marie," Jayne interrupted. "I get it. I completely understand. You're not the only person I've worked for here that I've had a crush on."

"You had a crush on Frank?"

"Uh huh," said Jayne softly. "I get it. I see what you see in him. Hey, I was lucky to have ever met someone like you. I'm sure as hell not lucky enough to keep you. All I ask is that you don't drop me like a rock. I just..."

"Hey," interrupted Marie, "what's say we enjoy our shower together and put the melodramatics on hold until I can talk to Frank and we find out how he feels about all this?"




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"You're the boss," Jayne said with a gentle sigh. She did not want to lose Marie.



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Tony was lifting free weights with some of the other bitches in the yard. There had been some convicts who got too rough with some of the bitches. The bitches decided to watch each other's backs. They hit the weights together so they'd have the strength to defend each other if the time came. Evan, the young car thief who was presently spotting Tony, was the first to need help. Evan had been in the shower. He wasn't there for sex. He had just come from working out. Evan never heard the convict coming. The jerk pushed Evan hard against the shower wall and slammed his head against the wall. At the same time he was beating Evan senseless, the thug tried to jam his prick inside Evan. Evan was hurt too badly to push the thug off. Tony and two other bitches showed up in time to help Evan teach the thug some lessons. Tony ripped the thug off Evan and the other two held the thug while Tony sat on his chest and beat him hard. Once he could see straight, Evan got some shots in as well. Word got around after a second bitch was rescued. The owners of the bitches allowed them to keep lifting and they got the word out that no bitch would be fucked without direct permission from his respective owner. 

Tony put the barbell in the cradle and got off the bench so he could add weight to the bar. Evan looked to see how much Tony was adding so he could put the same amount on the other end. While Evan searched for another ten pound weight, Axe walked up to the bench. Axe was one of the guards that most of the convicts respected.

"Hey, Gumby," Axe said to Tony, "you got a minute?"

"Of course, Sir," Tony replied politely. "What can I do for you?"

"You're going to get a new cellmate after he gets the traditional welcome package," Axe said. "Can you be a top?"

"I... I don't know. I've always been a bitch."

"So was Trunk," said Axe casually.

"You're shitting me," replied Tony.

Axe responded, "I wouldn't shit you, Gumby. You're my favorite turd."

"But Trunk's huge!"

"You ain't exactly a scarecrow yourself, son," Axe stated with a smile. "So, I'm asking you. Can you be a top?"

"Who did my new cellmate rape?" Tony asked.

"A highschool girl. She just turned 18, I hear."

Tony narrowed his eyes and said, "I can be a top."



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Jenn was just about to knock on the door when it opened. She caught herself and put her hand down as Jayne gasped at the fist that seemed to threaten her.

"Oops," said Jenn. "I was just going to knock..."

"Oh! Ok," Jayne replied with a relieved sigh. "We're all ready."

Marie walked up and placed her hands lovingly on Jayne's shoulders and said, "What are we waiting for? Let's go riding, girls!"

They walked down to the stables and chatted merrily. Jayne and Jenn were both glad to see Marie in such good spirits. They all laughed when Jayne and Jenn related the story of Jayne opening the door just as Jenn was about to knock. Marie walked between them and gave each a one armed hug. Jayne told Jenn about how she'd had to run back to her room in a bikini, get dressed for riding, and run back for more kisses before the three hours expired. At the stables, Marie and Jayne needed to show Jenn how to tack a horse Western style. Jenn was used to English tacking. It didn't take long to show her and soon Thunder and Hunter were storming down the trail to the beach with Daisy following closely behind. Once Jenn got used to Daisy, she quickly caught up and the ladies rode three abreast on the sand.



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Liz finally finished working with Chloe for the day. Chloe had put in a lot of effort and was rewarded with a silver cane. She would no longer need the walker. Chloe was so happy to see this stylish new ambulation assistance device. She'd much rather look like a pimp than a granny. Chloe reminded Liz that it was Dinner and Board Game Night. They meticulously wiped down the equipment in the gym and turned out the lights before heading down to their respective rooms on the second floor.

Chloe opened her window as three riders thundered along the shore. She whistled as loudly as she could and waved enthusiastically when Jenn looked up. Marie and Jayne followed where Jenn was looking and all three riders waved back to Chloe. Chloe smiled and closed the window again. She hobbled over to her bathroom and prepared for a long shower. 

The cascading water felt miraculous on her stiff and tired muscles. Chloe moaned as she lathered up her unruly red hair. It had been almost exactly 24 hours since Marlon Davis molested her and she was rescued by Jenn. It really never had a chance to sink in until this moment. Chloe took in a deep breath. She felt safe here. She had been here for less than a day but it felt comfortable to her. Her bed from home was here. Her computer and all of her books were here. Jenn was here. This was good. This is what she needed. She needed time in the home of her safe and loving new family.

Chloe had no idea where Jenn and she would live after the wedding. They could move to Greenwich Village to be closer to school, perhaps. They could find a small place on Long Island so they'd still be near family and friends. It was a little terrifying to Chloe. Things were simpler when she was on her own. They were lonelier but simpler. She had once lived in a tiny place in the city. She took a subway to Penn Station every school day and rode a LIRR train to Jamaica before catching the shuttle to SJU.

She remembered missing the shuttle once and having to jog all the way to Jamaica Station. She got mugged on Sutphin Boulevard but the muggers didn't take her monthly rail pass or her Metrocard so she was still able to get home. Two weeks after she was mugged, this angel with big breasts and long raven colored hair invited her to her place in Lindenhurst. Chloe sighed at the memory. She was madly in love.

Chloe took her time drying. Her body was still stiff from the physical therapy and she didn't feel like forcing her muscles to work. When she returned to the bedroom, she dressed gingerly and walked over to the window to see if she could catch another glimpse of the riders. What she saw was something completely different. She saw an amphibious plane splash down and taxi over to Tarabella's private pier. A huge smile grew on Chloe's face and she grabbed her silver cane and made her way to the ground floor.

As Chloe made it to the only south facing door she knew how to get to, she saw the three horses and their riders heading back towards the stable. Since the pier was in the same general direction, she headed that way and decided to hang with whomever she saw first. It was a little frustrating to be a slow walker when the people she loved were a long walk away but Chloe persisted.

She caught up to Frank first. Frank had a suitcase with wheels and an extending handle. She walked as briskly as she was able up to him and gave him a big hug. At 5'6", Chloe looked like a child compared to her 6'2" drinking buddy but neither gave a rat's ass about their height difference.

"Look at you!" Frank exclaimed. "I knew you were walking, but holy shit, buddy! How are you holding up?"

"You know about yesterday?" asked Chloe.

Frank nodded and said, "Jenn sent me a text. You ok?"

Chloe gave Frank another hug and said, "I am now, buddy. Hey. I'm new to this labyrinth. Do you think you could walk me down to the stables?"

"You really think you're ready to ride? You were in a wheelchair not too long ago..."

"Shut up, you," said Chloe as she punched Frank in the arm. "The girls just finished a ride."

"Oh, ok," Frank said while rubbing the spot Chloe hit. "Did you want me to carry you?"

"Yes," replied Chloe, "but I need to do this for myself."

The ladies were brushing the horses when Chloe and Frank made it to the stable. A large brown horse with white markings was nuzzling against Marie. Marie led the horse to his stall and then saw Chloe and Frank. She ran up and gave Frank a huge hug. Frank relaxed into the hug after a few seconds. Marie looked as though she might try to kiss Frank, but he took a step back. He worried that any kissing would lead to another slap. Jenn and Jayne finished grooming their horses and put them in their stalls. Jenn hugged Frank and Frank did not shy away from the kiss on his cheek. He did not recognize Jayne at first and was about to ask Marie who her friend was when his mind finally allowed him to see this woman as she looked outside of a skimpy maid's uniform.

"Jayne? What the hell are you doing in riding boots?"

"She's my riding partner," Marie stated calmly. "We go for a ride every afternoon, rain or shine. Today was the first time someone rode with us. Why?"

Frank said, "I'm just not used to seeing servants..."

"Staff," Marie corrected.

"Oh. Sorry," said Frank. "I'm not used to seeing staff make use of the amenities."

"Well, you'd better get used to it," said Marie. "There's a new sheriff in town and we do things a little differently here now."

"I can see that," said Frank. "I'm sorry I snapped."

"Apology accepted."

Frank still wasn't sure how he felt about this but he smiled as he walked with the ladies back to the house.





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"Do you like that? Do you like my big, black, dick in your tight, white, ass?" Axe hissed in the ear of the newest rapist at Sing Sing.

The rapist could not speak with his jumpsuit crammed in his mouth and shook his head emphatically.

"No? You don't like being fucked by my big dick?" Axe laughed, giving his new bitch's ass a thunderous slap.

The rapist shook his head again.

"Then why the fuck would you force your tiny dick into someone who didn't want it?" Axe snarled. Axe ripped his humongous dick out of the bloody ass and pulled the jumpsuit out of the rapist's mouth.

"I don't know..." the rapist sobbed in answer to Axe's rhetorical question.

Axe had the rapist step into his jumpsuit and led him to his new cell. The small man was almost literally tossed inside and stared up at the large man with spiky blonde hair already occupying the cell. 

Axe nodded at Tony and walked away.

Tony grabbed the little man and pushed him against the wall the way Trunk had greeted him not so long ago. He pulled down the small man's jumpsuit and pulled out his own dick. Tony had been rubbing himself for twenty minutes so he could be hard enough to do this. He reminded himself that this was how he learned. This was tradition. Rapists needed to be deflated and turned into bitches. That was the way to stop the cycle.

Tony held the small man in place and shoved his cock up the stranger's ass in a single thrust. The blood was a decent lubricant and Tony fucked this creep with all of his might. This was hard. This wasn't who he was anymore. Tony wasn't a taker anymore. Tony was a bitch. He was a bottom. He had to do this. The cycle had to end. The rapists had to be broken. They had to be bitches. He drilled deeper into the wounded ass. Axe had left him still gaping, but Tony was making enough contact that this would hurt the little man. Tony was very conflicted. It actually felt good to sink his cock in the hot, bloody, gaping hole. He enjoyed causing pain to the new convict. He liked being a teacher. He hoped this was all it was. He hoped the enjoyment was from teaching and not from rape. Tony pulled out suddenly.

"Let me see your mouth," Tony said.

"Wh-wh-what?" the rapist stammered.

Tony turned the rapist around and smiled his gap toothed grin. "Let me see your mouth, bitch. Now."

The man opened his mouth and Tony saw that none of his teeth were smashed. Axe was getting soft in his old age. Tony put his hands on the frightened man's shoulders.

"Listen, bitch. You're gonna suck my cock. If you bite me or fail to swallow every drop of my cum, I'm going to stick your head in that toilet until it stays and I'm going to fuck your ass until breakfast. You got me?"

"Y-y-yes."

"'Yes' what, bitch?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good bitch. Suck my cock."

Tony got no pleasure from this. The man had no style whatsoever and less imagination. Eventually, Tony had to slap the bitch's face, hold the back of his head, and fuck his skull. Tony thought back to when he'd been tamed. Trunk fucked the hell out of him. He couldn't believe Trunk was ever a bottom. Tony thought about Trunk's hands and his huge cock. He thought about how Trunk slapped him around. He realized thinking about Trunk was bringing him closer to orgasm. He pictured Trunk's cock reaming the shit out of him and thrust his hips into the bitch's mouth the way Trunk tamed Tony's ass. Tony picked up the pace and shot almost a tablespoon of spunk into the young bitch's mouth. A smaller shot followed and the bitch swallowed all of it. Tony pulled out of his mouth and patted him on the head.

"Good bitch. You get the top bunk. You better not fucking snore."



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Frank was not adjusting well to the new Tarabella. Servants were wearing bathing suits and hanging out in the pool. Some of them were playing tennis. A few of them were wearing new uniforms that covered their chests and legs up and they used the wrong staircase. Frank felt a hand on his back.

"Hey," Chloe's voice said. "You ok?"

He turned to face her and smiled. 

"I will be," he said. "I'm just not used to Ree's changes."

"Oh? This is my second day here. What did she change?"

"Everything," Frank said with a sigh. He pointed out a maid wearing a long sleeved white top, long black slacks and non-slip soled dress shoes. "Do you see her? When I lived here, the maids wore maid uniforms. They had the ruffled skirts and the high heels and all of that."

"It sounds a little misogynistic," said Chloe.

"No," responded Frank, "it was... Well, yeah. I guess maybe it was. It's what I grew up with, though. I didn't know another way. I mean, I guess this is ok. The place does look a lot cleaner than it was when I flew Ree over here."

"Welcome to the 21st Century, Buck Rogers," Chloe said with a dazzling smile.



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Marie and Jayne were on the ground floor when Gail and Beth arrived. Marie recognized Gail right away. Gail was six feet tall and had toned arms. She was fairly intimidating the first time you saw her. The last time Marie saw Gail, which was also the first time, Gail's blonde hair had been in a ponytail. It was down this evening and was just past her shoulders. Gail wore a sleeveless red top and jeans with sneakers. She was casual but lovely. She had her overnight bag slung over her shoulder. The woman next to Gail was a knockout. Beth was about Jayne's height, 5'10" or so. She was only two inches shorter than Gail but looked far less intimidating. Beth was Hispanic. She wore her curvy body well. Her ebony tresses had red streaks and flowed down to her elbows. Beth wore a powder blue peasant top with a long navy blue skirt. She wore sandals and seemed to walk on a cloud, her movements were so graceful.

Marie introduced Jayne as her Chief of Staff and Gail introduced Beth as her fiancé. They all walked to the Sitting Room. Marie took her customary seat on the sofa facing the beach. Jayne asked their guests if they wanted anything to drink. Beth asked for a white wine and Gail asked for one as well. Jayne walked out the Sitting Room door to where the hot tub from Lindenhurst had been placed. She pulled a Pinot Grigio out of the wine fridge and took a corkscrew out of a utility drawer by the tub. She poured four glasses of wine and served the other women before herself. Beth and Gail sat down in chairs that faced Marie. Jenn and Liz entered the Sitting Room followed soon thereafter by Frank and Chloe. Jayne fetched more glasses and pulled another Pinot out of the fridge. Chloe hugged Beth and Gail before introducing Beth to Frank.

The bell rang and Marie and Jayne went to the door to greet Holly and John. Holly gave a big hug to Marie and told her how fabulous the estate looked. Marie thanked her and introduced the Sullivans to Jayne. Marie caught Holly staring at Jayne's chest as she led her guests to the Sitting Room. Marie smiled at that, thinking that some things never change. Chloe gave Holly a bear hug when the young judge entered the room. Marie announced to the newcomers, and Frank, the "tradition" of helping out the kitchen staff and having them join in the dinner. Frank was the only one who seemed put off by the idea of this. He felt Chloe's hand on his back and wiped the frown off his face. He nodded to his buddy. He silently agreed to keep an open mind.

Frank admitted to himself that the kitchen staff did look more professional in the new uniforms. Marie, he saw, looked very happy helping out in the kitchen. Wasn't her happiness the whole point? His father, truth be told, was a dick. Why shouldn't the way he did things be abolished? This was the happiest he had seen Marie in a very long time and her happiness was infectious. Everyone else seemed to be having fun in the kitchen. Frank got the chip off his shoulder and helped wash and chop vegetables. 

Wine glasses were refilled as the food took its time to cook. There was a merry atmosphere in the kitchen. Marie was laughing and those who knew her well were glad to see it. Shortly before the head chef declared the food ready to be consumed, Marie got the guests to form a line to the Dining Room. They acted as a fire brigade and passed along dishes and utensils until the long table was set.

Chloe covertly kept an eye on Frank. By the time they sat down to eat, he seemed much more relaxed. He even had a cook sitting to his left. He'd apparently gotten the stick out of his ass. Chloe was happy to see it. Three more bottles of Pinot were emptied before all of the food was consumed. It was a very jolly crowd. Chloe asked Beth if they'd picked out a place to be married yet.

"Oh," replied Beth, "we're getting married in Judge Sullivan's chambers at the courthouse, of course."

Chloe wrinkled her nose and said, "Really? It's a shame you guys can't get married at a place like this."

"That is a shame," agreed Marie. "When's the wedding?"

"Um, soon, actually," said Gail. "Why?"

Marie asked, "Would you ladies be ok with having your wedding here two weeks from tomorrow? We have a lovely ballroom."

Beth looked very excited at the idea. Gail shrugged her shoulders.

"We'd hate to impose," said Gail.

"What do you mean 'impose'? I've offered my house to you. It would be a bigger imposition if you refused my friendly gesture."

"You're absolutely right," said Beth. "Would we have the ceremony and the reception in the ballroom?"

"Oh, no. Of course not," said Marie with a grin. "Follow me, ladies. Holls, you come, too."

Gail, Beth and Holly picked up their wine glasses and followed Marie as she led them through the Sitting Room and out to the beach. Jayne then led everyone to pick up their plates and head to the kitchen for clean up. Jayne stacked the plates and utensils left by Marie and her three guests and rinsed them off in the sink. The clean up chores were split up and the kitchen was immaculate before the small tour was back from the beach. Jayne led everyone, including the kitchen staff, to the Living Room. They had all found a comfortable seat for themselves when Marie, Holly, Gail and Beth returned.

Marie asked Beth, "So, what do you think?"

"¡Que rico!" Beth replied excitedly.

John Sullivan, of course, tried to suggest Twister as the game to play.

"Dude," sniped Chloe, "would you give that shit a rest, already?"

Marie counted 16 people and suggested they break into groups of eight to play Pictionary. Marie and Jenn were chosen as team captains and they quickly picked their teams. Jenn had Chloe, Gail, Beth, Liz and three of the kitchen staff on her team. Marie had Jayne, Holly, John, Frank and the other three members of the kitchen staff on her team.




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Marie had some horrible artists on her team but she was having a fun time playing anyway. Marie was once very competitive, especially with Jenn, but tonight she was just about having fun. She was seated on a sofa between Frank and Jayne. The three of them were getting hammered on Pinot Grigio. Marie was in such a good mood that when the game was won by Jenn's team, she invited all of the guests to stay for the entire weekend. She offered to take everyone on a shopping trip to Bridgehampton Commons in the morning to make sure everyone had clean clothes for Sunday. She soon had unanimous acceptance of her offer. The kitchen staff retired for the night around 11 and the new guests were shown to their rooms by Jenn and Chloe who also went to bed. Liz bailed out about twenty minutes later.

Marie and Jayne started to make out on the sofa. Frank enjoyed watching them but wanted to get involved. He moved in closer and Jayne planted a wet kiss on his lips which he happily returned. Marie sucked on Jayne's earlobe as Jayne and Frank's tongues wrestled with each other. Marie was feeling many things: Drunk. Tired. Horny. Happy. Jayne's thigh.

Marie stood up and pulled Frank and Jayne up off the sofa. They locked up and went upstairs together to the Master Bedroom. Jayne undressed Marie and Marie returned the favor. Jayne turned and undressed Frank, who could not keep his hands off of Jayne's large breasts. Jayne and Frank kissed passionately. Marie was feeling left out and walked up to the pair. Frank broke the kiss with Jayne and leaned in to kiss Marie. Marie returned the loving kiss. She kissed back hard. Suddenly, she broke away from Frank and burst into tears. Jayne turned and touched her forehead to Marie's and Marie stopped crying. She had no idea why the tears started and definitely did not know why they stopped. Jayne held Marie's hand as she encouraged the other two naked people in the room to kiss again. Frank was a little more reserved this time but responded when Marie kissed him. Jayne gave Marie's hand a little squeeze and softly trailed her fingers over the skin on Marie's back.

Marie broke the kiss to catch her breath but neither cried nor tried to slap Frank. He smiled at Marie and she returned the smile. They kissed again. Jayne let go of Marie's hand but slid behind Marie and rubbed her big tits up and down Marie's back. The constant physical contact with Jayne kept Marie calm. She was very relaxed. Her eyes were getting heavy.

"I'm so sorry," Marie apologized. "I just can't keep my eyes open. Could we just go to sleep? Would that be ok?"

Jayne led them to the bed and turned out the lights. They remained naked. Marie spooned behind Jayne and Frank spooned behind Marie. They were soon sound asleep.



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Jenn didn't have the chance to tell her earlier, but she was so happy that Chloe was using a cane instead of a walker. Chloe was even starting to get her sexy walk wiggle back. Jenn was thrilled. She talked lovingly with her hot fiancé. She was happy that Chloe suggested her friends get married at Tarabella. It was a lovely gesture and it was a nice way to see for free what a wedding would look like there.

"Liz has eyes for Ree," said Chloe as she and Jenn undressed for the night.

"Oh, that's going to be awkward," said Jenn. "I walked in on Ree and Jayne this afternoon."

"Oh, J, you didn't...?" Chloe asked.

"No, my love," replied Jenn. "I only have sex when you're with me. They did look hot as hell, though. I've been so horny for you since I saw them, you wouldn't believe me."

Chloe smiled and said, "Oh, I believe you. It's just that Liz worked me like a pack animal so I could graduate to the cane. I'm not going to be very energetic tonight."

"Let me take care of you, Baby. You just lay back and I'll do all the work."

"Mmmmm," said Chloe, "You have got a deal, Sweetie."

Jenn led Chloe to their bed and turned out the lights before she climbed up to pleasure the love of her life.



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Beth was so excited about having a beach wedding and a reception in this grand mansion, that she was speaking very rapidly in Spanish. Gail understood what Beth was saying but was more comfortable replying in English. They often did this and were quite used to speaking to each other in different tongues. Gail was afraid they were taking advantage of their hostess, but Mrs. Melar had insisted the wedding be on her estate. The beach had looked incredible at sunset when Marie had taken them and Judge Sullivan out there. Gail had smiled brightly when Judge Sullivan said she'd have no troubles presiding over the wedding on the beach. 

Gail was still smiling as she looked out the bedroom window. It looked out on a lonely road and the front of the estate but Gail could smell and hear the water lapping against the shore. Beth slowly undressed her tall lover. They would get a tour after clothes shopping Saturday and they would get to see the Ballroom. Gail turned to Beth and kissed her as she pulled Beth out of her clothing. Beth's eyes twinkled as she smiled.

Beth was in the mood for rough sex, as only Gail could give it to her, but Gail was nervous. They were guests here and she knew how loud Beth could be. Usually, it was something Gail adored. There was nothing sexier than this hellcat screaming out in Spanish as she came.

"Angel," Gail asked Beth, "do you think you could be quiet tonight? We don't want to disturb our hosts."

"Sí, sin duda, Querida. En realidad, no. Tienes que ahogad yo," Beth replied in a husky voice.

"Seriously?" asked Gail. "What should I use to gag you, Angel? Your panties?"

"Sí, Querida. Opino que sería 'sexy' tan el infierno," she replied.





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"What the fuck, John?"

"I don't see what the problem is," John replied.

Holly gritted her teeth and said, "Every time! Every fucking time we go out to have fun with our friends, you have to ask to play fucking Twister! Nevermind the fact that I was the only one in that room tonight who wanted to be touched by you..."

"That's not true..."

"No?" asked Holly. "Let's think back, shall we? Frank didn't want to touch you, obviously. Chloe and Jenn are getting married, as are Gail and Beth, so we know they didn't want you. The cooks didn't come near you when we made dinner or during the game. Liz is very clearly a lesbian and Marie and Jayne were holding hands when we walked in the door. That, my dear, leaves me. I am the only one in that room tonight who wanted to be touched by you and I'm the one you didn't touch. What the fuck is that?"

"Oh, come on, Holly! You know how I feel about you..." John pleaded.

"Yes, I do," retorted Holly. "I'm the one you fuck while you're thinking about my sexy friends and what you'd like to do to them, you fucking Neanderthal!"

"That's not true..." John said again.

"Isn't it? What do we do when we fuck? Our big move is when you flip me from Doggy Style to Reverse Cowgirl and you only do that because you know Ree loves that!"

"You love it, too!" protested John.

"I didn't say I didn't," said Holly, "But I'm not the one you're thinking of when you do it! The only reason you turn your knuckle in my vag when you finger me is because that's what Jenn likes! The reason you spend so much time sucking my tits is because a lot of my friends have huge racks! You don't make love to me anymore, Mark! You fuck all of my friends using my body!"

John Mark Sullivan was one of those men who went by all three of his names. By calling him "Mark" instead of "John", Holly was pleading with him to think about what she was saying and not simply deny it as he usually would. Her plea fell on deaf ears.

"That's not true..." he said for the third time.

Holly was done. She walked over to her bag and took out her cell. She was amazed to see how many reception bars she had.

"Who are you calling at this hour?" John asked suspiciously.

"I am calling you a cab, Sullivan. I can't take this. I am going to have a lovely weekend in the Hamptons with my friends and you are going home. Stroke your meat as much as you like. Think about anyone you want to. I don't give a shit. Just take that fucking Twister game out of our trunk and take it home with you. Put it away somewhere. I never want to see that fucking game again. If you love me, if you truly love me, you will plan a nice evening for us Sunday night and you will make love to me. You will not fuck me and think of other women. You will make love to me and only me. Tell me now if you can't do that."

"I can do that," John said quietly.

"Good."

Holly dialed 411 and was soon connected to a taxi company. She gave the address to Tarabella and scheduled a pickup for 2 am. She figured, that way, the driver wouldn't honk the horn. John would be out there waiting for for the cab. 

They stayed up and talked until just before two. Holly was calmer now. She couldn't fault John for looking at other women. Shit, she herself had been staring at Jayne's chest for a substantial part of the evening. The difference was that Holly would not try to pleasure John in a manner she thought Jayne would like. She would not fuck Jayne using John's body. It was a significant difference and John just didn't seem to understand it. At ten to two, she walked him downstairs and waited with him for the cab to arrive. They saw it as it cruised down Midocean Drive. She took the board game out of the trunk and handed it to John. He accepted it as he opened the cab door. Holly kissed John goodbye and waited for the cab to disappear before she headed inside. She locked the door and turned off all the lights she'd put on before returning to her room.



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"HOLY SHIT!"

"What's wrong, Babe?" Marie asked.

Jayne picked up the purple beast off the floor where it had stayed since Marie dropped it the day before and asked, "Is this what you crammed inside me yesterday?"

"Only half," said Marie. "The other half was in me..."

"I know, but still. Look at this thing!" 

Marie, Jayne and Frank were still naked in bed and in the spoon position. Jayne had woken first and happened to find the purple beast on the floor. She traced its artificial veins with her fingertips.

Marie felt Frank's morning wood press between her legs.

"Oh, holy crap," Marie said. "Someone's up."

Jayne looked over her shoulder and over Marie and said, "It's not Frank. He still looks out of it."

"Yeah, well his log's awake!" said Marie.

"What does it feel like?" Jayne asked.

"A fucking log!"

"May I, Ms. Marie?" Jayne asked with a giggle that melted Marie's heart.

Marie smiled wickedly and said, "Be my guest."

Jayne scampered up onto all fours and crawled over to Marie's legs. She slowly and carefully moved Marie's top leg forward and gently grabbed hold of Frank's thick cock. It was a glorious sight this early on a Saturday morning. Jayne licked the head and shaft several times with the flat of her tongue before she wrapped her lips around it and bobbed her head. She pointed at Frank, indicating that Marie should look at Frank's face and see how long it would take him to wake up. Marie stifled a laugh and looked at Frank.

A smile slowly grew on Frank's face. Frank was somewhere lost in a wonderful dream. In his mind's eye he was dancing with Marie in Tarabella's Ballroom. They were surrounded by friends and he felt extremely relaxed. The friends morphed into angels who flew away and left them in the clouds. Frank and Marie continued to dance in the clouds but now they were naked. They were doing a foxtrot to no music or it was the music of the wind. Frank spun and dipped Marie. She smiled up at him and was somehow suddenly sucking his cock.

Frank blinked his eyes open and looked at the radiant countenance of Marie. She looked as angelic as she had in his dream. Also, as in his dream, someone was sucking his cock. Clearly, it was not Marie. Frank looked down and saw a lush head of curly brown hair bobbing on his cock. He tried to say something to Marie to explain that this was not his idea. Before any words could get out, Marie kissed him on the lips and he surrendered to her.

Marie was lazily gliding her fingers over the cool skin of Jayne's back and felt confident she could kiss Frank without dissolving into a hot mess. Marie listened to the slurping and humming sounds coming from Jayne. Marie felt warm as Frank moaned in her mouth. She felt herself getting moist as she shifted to face Frank better. She kissed him harder as her fingers tightened in Jayne's hair. Marie pulled Jayne's hair hard. Jayne's moans were muffled by Frank's cock in her mouth. Marie slid away from Frank and off the bed. She walked around to the foot of the bed and between Jayne's legs. Marie went down on her knees and sucked on Jayne's toes.

Jayne's muffled moaning told Marie to continue. She slowly kissed and licked her way up. Marie took a long pause to kiss behind both of Jayne's knees. The muffled squeal she heard was a nice little bonus. Marie kissed each knee cap and moved very slowly closer to Jayne's cunt. Marie took a very long time rubbing, kissing and licking Jayne's thighs. The volume of the muffled squeals and moans increased noticeably. Finally, Marie licked Jayne's ass and pussy in long strokes.

Jayne displayed her enthusiasm by bobbing faster on Frank's cock. His breathing got faster and ragged.

"Oh, my God. I'm gonna... Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

Frank's body convulsed as he came in Jayne's mouth. Jayne did not stop. She jerked her hand and bobbed her head on his shaft in a rapid synchronization. It was a religious experience for Frank. He continued saying, "Oh God," as a sort of mantra.

Marie concentrated her efforts on Jayne's pussy and found her to be very wet. Marie spread her open with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand and entered her with two fingers of her right hand. She decided to do as Jayne had done to her Friday afternoon and probed for her G spot. Marie rubbed with rapid short strokes.

Jayne couldn't take anymore. She stopped sucking and jerking Frank and moaned loudly as she was greeted by an orgasm. Marie continued rubbing, but took the opportunity to lick and tease out Jayne's clit. Once she had the little button where she wanted it, Marie sucked hard on it. Jayne's orgiastic seizure was a glory to behold. Her body jerked and snapped making her large tits bounce around in spectacular fashion. When Marie finally released her, Jayne's body was trembling all over. Marie stood up once Jayne seemed to recover.

"Babe, jerk Frank off until he is hard again. When you're done with that, turn around so Frank can spoon you and then guide his dick inside you," Marie calmly said.

"Yes, Ms. Marie," was Jayne's compliant answer.

Jayne did as she was told. It didn't take her long to reinvigorate his cock and slide it inside her tight wet hole. With both of them laying on their side, Frank fucked Jayne's cunt from behind. Marie walked around the bed and behind Frank. She began to lick his asshole. Frank enjoyed the multiple sensations he felt. His cock loved the tight grip Jayne's hot cunt provided. He was surprised by how much he enjoyed Marie licking his asshole. He normally didn't go for that sort of thing but, once he allowed himself to relax, he could admit to himself how pleasurable it was. It was like the other things Marie did that he didn't expect. He hated it at first, but grew to accept how much pleasure she got from it. He was then able to enjoy it, earnestly, himself. Frank reached out and played with Jayne's top nipple. Her breasts were so soft and so real. He couldn't believe it.

Frank was far too distracted by Jayne's body and Marie's tongue to hear the drawer sliding open behind him. Jayne heard it. She heard the hand that rummaged through the drawer. She heard the scraping of plastic against the wooden drawer. She heard further rummaging. She heard the familiar splat of the lube hitting plastic.

Frank felt Marie slide her finger inside his ass. It was uncomfortable at first and he was about to say something to her until she hit a spot with her finger that felt very good. He kept quiet and continued fucking Jayne. Marie pulled out her finger and spat on Frank's asshole. Her finger returned and rubbed the spit in. He'd gotten used to the finger and didn't comment on it. The finger came out again and was followed by more spit.

Something touched Frank's asshole, but it wasn't Marie's finger. It felt... wrong. He turned his head to try to see what she was doing. Before he could do so, she scooted herself up on the bed and plunged something deep into his ass. He screamed out a loud yelp until whatever it was inside him hit that magic spot that he found enjoyable. Marie spooned Frank and placed her hands on his shoulders. Both of her hands were in contact with him and yet the foreign object continued to piston in and out of his ass.

"What are you doing?" Frank asked.

"I'm pegging you," Marie said calmly. "Shut up and enjoy the ride."

It wasn't directed to her, but Jayne took the advice. Frank's thrusts into her became frantic as he discovered he was being pegged. She slapped at her clit as his cock dug deeper and deeper inside her.

Marie took her top hand off Frank's shoulder and used it to spank his ass. This caused him to thrust harder into Jayne, who squealed in delight. Marie spanked him again and again. Jayne bucked to the rhythm of an intense orgasm as Marie continued to fuck Frank and Frank kept fucking Jayne. Marie licked Frank behind his ear before spanking him again and he felt a familiar sensation down below.

"I'm gonna cum!" he announced.

"Go right ahead," Jayne and Marie said in almost perfect unison.

Marie was moaning loudly and Frank wondered why. The fact is, the harness and dildo she was wearing pressed against her clit. She felt it every time she rammed him. That, and the sounds coming from her two lovers, excited her. She felt her orgasm approaching and continued to fuck Frank with all her might.

Frank became religious again which signaled to Jayne he was about to cum. She popped herself off his dick and swiveled around to give him a blow job. Marie seemed to approve and fucked Frank with all of her remaining strength. Frank came and Jayne thankfully sucked out his semen. Marie slammed harder and harder against Frank until her orgasm found her and she screamed out in ecstasy. She held on to Frank as her body spasmed uncontrollably and dug her fingernails into his shoulder. He flinched at first, but he took the pain and made another small deposit in Jayne's mouth.

Marie carefully pulled out of Frank and took off her strap on, letting it drop to the floor. She spooned Frank again and rubbed his chest. Jayne stopped sucking his cock and joined her lovers, facing Frank, on the bed.

"I need to talk to you," Marie whispered in Frank's ear.

When he recovered his breath, Frank said, "I'm listening."

"As you know, I have some issues," Marie's whispered words continued. "I love you, Frank. I can admit that now. I also love Jayne and I refuse to give her up. I am, as you can see, willing to share her with you. Here's the thing. I can't stand to be controlled. It will set me off and I will hurt you. I need to be in control. That doesn't always mean pegging you. I just wanted to see if you would let me do it. Thank you for that, by the way. You'll be able to fuck me, and often, but I'll need to be on top. I'll need to set the pace. You can dominate Jayne, as long as you don't hurt her. She's an excellent sub. You can't dominate me. I will freak the fuck out. You can love me as an equal, but you can't dominate me. Can you handle all that?"




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 11



All of the characters in this work of fiction are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains (in no particular order) elements of lesbian sex, group sex, gay male sex and bondage.

Previously in this series, a young woman, Marie Stevens Melar, was an Emergency Department nurse who used her training to get through traumatic experiences to live with her violent gang rape that followed the murder of her husband on their wedding night. She had gone through the motions, but not allowed herself to grieve. She lived in a house on Long Island's south shore with her sister, Jenn Stevens, and Jenn's fiancé, Chloe Drasher. Marie identified her attackers and testified against them in court. All but two of Marie's attackers died over the course of two years. The two who survived were prisoners at the Ossining Correctional Facility. Marie had a support system in place: her housemates, her parents, Catherine and Harry (who, secretly, are into bondage), her brother, Frank, her judge friend, Holly, and several nurses with whom Marie had slept. Kevin, Marie's therapist, had noticed that Marie finally seemed to be making progress in the grieving process. Chloe had been hit by a driver, Dori Lee, who was texting. Frank flew up to see Chloe. Jenn stayed in the hospital room with Chloe. Marie had given notice and left the hospital. She had crying spells due to sadness and guilt. She moved into Tarabella, an immense manor in Bridgehampton. Marie changed several of the rules at Tarabella and gave the staff new uniforms. Dori Lee tried to evade capture and was hit by another vehicle. Chloe saw Dori in the hospital and identified her. Jenn and Chloe moved to Tarabella. Jenn walked in on Marie and Jayne, Marie's Chief of Staff. Marie tied Jayne up and pleasured her vigorously. Marie confessed her love to Jayne but admitted feelings for Frank as well. Frank agreed that he and Marie would share Jayne. He also agreed to be gentle with Jayne and never try to dominate Marie. Holly found evidence that her husband was cheating on her. She filed for divorce and got her own apartment. Jenn and Chloe were finally married.

Thank you very much for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. Please feel free to give polite constructive criticism. I'm happy to answer questions, except about what's coming next. I do, eventually, read all the comments and often respond to them. So you are welcome to ask questions or, politely, tell me what I'm doing wrong. How else will I learn? Special thanks to my Beta Reader, FangsAnarchy, for her help and her enthusiasm. Thanks, also, to Borntolust for giving me permission to use a certain concept contained in his Wheat Country series. I came up with the concept on my own and used it differently than he but, since I edited that series, I felt it was important to get his permission. He was very gracious about the entire matter.

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The wedding ended and the guests were shown out by the staff. As Holly was about to go out the front door, a hand grabbed her upper arm.

"Holls, I need to talk to you," Marie said seriously.

"Sure," said Holly once her heart returned to her chest. 

Marie led her to a small study and locked the door. Marie gestured and Holly took the seat Marie had indicated.

"What's up?" Holly asked.

"I'm sure I was just being punked by the brides, but I've been thinking about the bouquet and the garter," Marie said.

"Yeah, it wasn't exactly a sanitary way to transfer an article of clothing," Holly said with a small grin. "As a nurse, you've got to be freaking ou..."

"It wasn't the germs that got me thinking," said Marie. "It was who caught what. Jenn and Chloe pretty much outed Frank, Jayne and me. Not that I care who knows about the three of us. It's the happiest I've been in a long time. What I was thinking was what if we upheld the tradition?"

"You lost me," Holly said. "What tradition?"

"You know," said Marie in a singsong. "The one where those that catch the bouquet and garter will be the next ones wed."

"Ok," said Holly, dragging the syllables out as she pondered where this was going. "You caught a bouquet and a garter. Frank caught the other garter and Jayne caught the other bouquet. So..."

Marie continued Holly's line of thought from there. "So, is there any way the three of us can be legally married?"

"Um, what?" asked Holly, somewhat dumbstruck. She began to think about it. "Not in the United States, surely. 'Decent society' has spent the better part of the last forty years making sure that polygamy is illegal in all fifty states."

"Even Utah?" asked Marie. "I know they allow same sex marriages now. Don't they allow polygamy, too?"

"Um, not since the 1890's," replied Holly. "It was one of the requirements of statehood. I couldn't tell you the exact year, but I know it's a crime there, too."

"Shit," said Marie in anger. "Ok, you said not in the United States. What about Canada?"

"Hmmm," pondered Holly. "Well, Canada was the first non-European country to allow same sex marriages throughout the nation... Not to mention the Saskatchewan loophole..."

"Wait, wait, wait," said Marie. "What's the 'Saskatchewan loophole?'"

"Well," Holly said as she tilted her head to the side and ran her fingers through her shoulder length hair, "there's this little known law. I happen to know about it because of a recent divorce case I had my clerks research. In Saskatchewan, you can remarry before your first marriage's divorce is finalized. Both 'spouses' have full rights under the law until the divorce goes through. It would only be a temporary thing. The divorce would have to be finalized eventually. Not to mention that it wouldn't be what you're asking for. You would be married to Frank and Jayne but they wouldn't be married to each other."

"Fuck," said Marie. "Ok, so what about other countries? There are some places in Africa that have polygamy, right?"

Holly nodded her head. "Yeah, sort of. It's still not what you're asking for. In a few African and certain Arab countries something referred to as polygamy is permitted to guarantee the survival of the people. It isn't really polygamy, though. It's polygyny. The man is allowed to marry more than one wife. The thing is, the wives are not married to each other. It's misogyny at its finest."

"Crap. What about domestic partnership?" asked Marie.

"Geez, when you set your mind on something..." Holly said with a smile. "Hmmm. The State of New York does recognize domestic partnership, but it will only recognize one domestic partner at a time. Hold on a second. Wait. What about corporate partnership?"

"I don't have a clue where you're headed," admitted Marie.

"Ok, so domestic partnership is based on the idea of two equal partners having some rights, protections and benefits based on their involvement together just as partners in a corporation would have rights, protections and benefits. What if the three of you formed a corporation? You would be legally registered as partners. You would get death benefits and have some rights to decisions in an emergency. If you had your heart set on marriage, you could still publically marry one of your partners and you and your spouse could privately share the other as a lover."

"I think I get what you're saying, Holls," Marie said. "I would have it on paper that I am partners with both of them. It wouldn't technically be a marriage but it would be a legal recognition of us a unit. So, if I did marry one of them also, who should it be?"

"That's up to you, Ree," Holly said with a little shrug. "If you marry Jayne, she has an excuse to change her last name to Melar. If you marry Frank, you get a second chance at a church wedding."

"I'd love to have another church wedding, but I have to marry Jayne, right? We all have to have the same last name."

"Well, Jayne could just change her name to Melar," Holly said flatly.

"What do you mean?" asked Marie.

"Unless fraud can be proven as the motivation, a person can legally call themselves anything they want," explained Holly. "It would be easy to draw up papers to legally change her name to Jayne Melar."

"So, you're saying I could legally have my cake and eat it, too," gushed Marie.

"God! It's 'Eat your cake and have it, too'! Everyone gets that wrong! If you have a cake, of course you will eat it. The tricky thing would be to eat it and still have it. That really pisses me off," said Holly.

"Holls! Focus," said Marie. "My point is, I can be legally recognized as partners with both of them, marry Frank in a church and have all of us share the name Melar?"

"Yes, yes and oh, yes," said Holly.

Marie pulled Holly into a tight hug. Holly hugged her back and turned her head, drawing her mouth closer to Marie's. She kissed Marie on the lips very gently. When Marie seemed to be responding to the kiss, Holly became more aggressive. She slid her fingers under the spaghetti straps of Marie's gown and pulled them off her shoulders. Marie felt what Holly was doing. She broke the kiss and slapped Holly across her left cheek. Holly stopped.

Marie put her hands on Holly's shoulders and said, "Holls, I love you but we are not doing this. My heart belongs to Jayne and Frank. I know what you're feeling and I think I have a solution."

Marie unlocked the door to the study and led Holly by the hand to the rooms on the second floor. Marie stopped at a room Holly didn't recognize and knocked on the door. After about fifteen seconds, a female voice asked, "Who is it?"

"It's Marie. I've brought Holly. She needs a friend."

The door unlocked and Liz stood in the doorway wrapped in a bedsheet. She saw Holly and smiled. She pressed the sheet to her body with her left hand and forearm and hugged Holly with her right.

Liz said to Holly, "Come on in, friend. I always have time for you."

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Chloe opened the door to their room. It was not the way they'd left it. It was spotless and there was gold tulle wrapped around the bed and the chairs. Chloe was about to say something when she felt her body being scooped up. Jenn cradled Chloe in her arms and carried her bride over the threshold. Chloe hugged Jenn and kissed her on the cheek.

"You silly goose," Chloe playfully insulted her wife. "I should have carried you!"

"How do you figure?" asked Jenn as she kicked the door closed behind her. She carried her true love to the bed and gently set her down on the gold tulle draped over the top.

"I'm the one who proposed!" Chloe said, grinning.

"My legs are stronger," said Jenn. She didn't mean this to hurt Chloe. She was being practical. Chloe knew that and loved her for it. "You can carry me on our first anniversary."

"Do people do that?" Chloe asked.

In answer, Jenn asked, "Do I care?" Jenn leaned in for a kiss and time ceased to exist.

The kiss melted Chloe. She could feel her insides getting gooey. Chloe could feel the barely restrained urgency in the soft wet lips that pressed against hers. In that moment, Chloe was happier than she'd ever been. This woman, who was kissing her so perfectly would be with her. Jenn wasn't going to run away. Chloe could feel that in their embrace and their kiss. Jenn's fingers entangled themselves in Chloe's hair. She had worked so hard to tame her hair for Jenn and her lusty wife was happily undoing all that work.Chloe loved it. Jenn's fingers in her hair reminded Chloe how well her raven haired bride knew her. This was very important to Chloe. She'd lost her family when she needed them most. She had just discovered who she was and her family rejected her. It was a huge chunk missing from her heart. Her heart was now filled by this amazing woman who was now known as Mrs. Stevens-Drasher. Chloe felt the zipper on the back of her dress being lowered. Her hands explored Jenn's back to bestow the same courtesy on her wife. Jenn felt Chloe's tongue slide into her mouth. Jenn smiled and sucked on the offered tongue. Chloe continued undressing her wife but savored each touch of bare skin and every piece of fabric she moved out of the way. Chloe's greedy fingers explored the soft cool skin as it revealed itself to her efforts. She slid the straps of the bra that impeccably cupped her love's D cup breasts as she felt her own bra straps removed. It was hard to say if it was better to strip or be stripped. Chloe was enjoying both. Her tits felt warm as her lover's hands kneaded and cupped them in desire.

This was something akin to a slow and deliberate race. Whichever one got her bride naked first would go down on her first, but there was no frenzy. The heat and the passion were there but they gave themselves the luxury of languishing. This was a wonderful night of wandering fingers. 

When Chloe was down to wearing only a garter belt and stockings, Jenn flipped her onto her belly. Jenn then shook out her own hair and let it trail down Chloe's back to her ass for three passes. Jenn straddled Chloe and gave her a massage. Instead of using oil, Jenn prepped her wife's skin with kisses. There was really nothing sexual about this, but Chloe moaned so loudly and so musically that Jenn was getting very wet listening to her.

Each woman felt that she was the lucky one in this relationship. Chloe found acceptance. Jenn found a companion who would never leave her. As Jenn reached Chloe's ass, she kneaded the two plump cheeks as her tongue swirled around the tight anus. Chloe was very loud at that point and quite vocal in her appreciation of Jenn's efforts. The garter belt was removed and the stockings were slowly rolled down and slipped off Chloe's feet. She was the first one naked. She was pretty sure what was coming next.

To her surprise, she stayed in a prone position. Jenn kept licking her ass but the hands were then rubbing the backs of the sexy redhead's thighs. When the hands reached that area, Jenn kissed behind Chloe's knees before returning to licking and tongue humping her asshole. The raven haired beauty's tits were gently pressed against the backs of her wife's calves. Chloe did her best to remain still for her sexy spouse's sensational sapphic spree, but the assault on her senses had her wiggling for a moment's reprieve. That sought out respite did not come. Chloe sank her fingers into the sheets in an attempt to steady herself.

The had tongue retreated but Chloe was still receiving plenty of stimulation and did not complain. Jenn was massaging her heels and sucking on her toes. Chloe bit her pillow in an effort not to scream louder than Marie ever had. Jenn flipped her bride over again and slowly kissed her way up with dancing fingers trailing behind. The supine newlywed felt her labia opening in expectation of her wife's approach. Lips trailed sensuously across quivering thighs and Chloe gasped as her dearly desired wife's tongue paid a visit to her waiting cunt.

Chloe's fingers had leisurely dawdled towards her clit, but Jenn stopped her. Jenn lifted up Chloe's hands and pointed up above Chloe's head. The young bride took the hint and put her arms above her head and kept them there. Jenn took control of the hot, wet, pussy that laid open before her. She attacked the clean shaven snatch like a starving woman seated at a five star restaurant. She pressed her face against Chloe and dug her tongue inside to feast on the guava flavored nectar within. Chloe was no longer biting a pillow and expressed herself loudly. 

"Oh, shit, Sweetie! Yes! Oh, God, yes! Oh, I love how you tongue fuck me!"

Jenn's head vanished and reappeared repeatedly in Chloe's field of vision as she bobbed her tongue deeper and deeper into the redhead's snatch. Chloe lost sight of Jenn completely as her head fell back and refused to lift up to see what her dark haired wife was doing to her. Chloe was tempted to move her hands but remembered and left them where Jenn had directed her. Chloe felt heat emanating from somewhere within her core. It started as a red flame inside of her and then burned white hot. Waves of this intense heat shimmered along her limbs. Her toes clenched hard. Chloe's back arched violently. She was in a bridge position supported by her heels and her head. Jenn had followed her and continued to pleasure her. Chloe's eyes rolled up into her skull. She felt her pent up orgasm's release before she was enveloped in a velvety darkness. 

Jenn smiled when her gorgeous wife passed out. Jenn removed the few articles of clothing she still had on and spooned her beloved Chloe. When Chloe began to stir, Jenn gently kissed her cheek.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh. How... How did you get behind me...? Did I black out?"

"Yes, you did, gorgeous," said Jenn in her ear. "Are you ok?"

"Oh, Sweetie," Chloe said. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," Jenn said with a smile Chloe could feel. "It was pretty fucking cool, actually. I took it as a sign that you enjoyed what I did."

"Well, that's an understatement," said Chloe. "Come here." Chloe turned to face Jenn and turned Jenn on to her back. The lovely ginger climbed onto her spouse and kissed her passionately. She moved her legs to accommodate Jenn's position and rubbed her body against that of her wife. Nipples rubbed nipples. Tummies met. Thigh caressed thigh. Chloe aimed her pussy and rubbed herself briskly against Jenn's sex.

Jenn moaned and gasped in time with Chloe's movements. Chloe's skin was a delightful mix of warm and cool. Jenn could feel the heat radiating from her tempered by the coolness of her nipples. Chloe was rubbing their bodies together in a gentle but stimulating tempo.

Chloe kissed Jenn with an open mouth and then pulled away. She did this several times. When Jenn got used to the rhythm and matched it, Chloe used the opportunity to stick her tongue in Jenn's mouth. The sexy redhead swirled her tongue around and explored her true love's mouth. Their tongues began a slow and intimate dance as Chloe picked up the tempo of her body rubbing. They moaned in each other's mouths. Sweat dotted Chloe's forehead as she picked up her pace. She grasped the headboard and used it for leverage.

Jenn saw the effort her bride was putting into tribbing with her and cooed contentedly. She knew this was an act of love. She braced herself and let Chloe do the work. When Chloe dragged her clit against one particular spot, Jenn's eyes opened wide and she gasped. Chloe recognized those signs and tried to duplicate the action. When she got another gasp in the exchange, she got herself into a rhythm and rubbed that spot mercilessly. Jenn became very warm. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her tits wobbled with each of Chloe's thrusts. Jenn's head tilted back and she rolled her eyes. Suddenly, Chloe felt like she was riding a bull. Jenn thrashed all over the bed. Chloe pulled Jenn's hair hard in an attempt to balance herself. Jenn loved the sensation and bucked harder. An evil grin grew on Chloe's face before she sucked hard on Jenn's earlobe as she did her best to keep her clit rubbing Jenn's.

Jenn let out what sounded like a viking's yawp before she squirted. Chloe slowed down her onslaught on her mate and let the poor young woman recover. As they settled back to some semblance of normalcy, the newlyweds stared in each other's eyes.

"I love you," panted Jenn.

"I know," replied a straight-faced Chloe.

"Oh, fuck you, Han Solo."

"I think we covered that," Chloe said with a grin. "Oh, take a joke, Sweetie. You know I love everything about you."

"It's still nice to hear, Baby," said Jenn lovingly and they settled into gentle kisses. 

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Holly knew that Liz was naked under the sheet she'd wrapped herself in. What she didn't expect was a naked woman handcuffed to the bed.

"Who's this?" the naked woman handcuffed to the bed asked.

"Oh, shit. Sorry," said Liz as she ran her fingers through her spiky mahogany colored hair. "Um, Holly, this is my new pet, Rae Militello. She's a police woman. She hit on me during the reception. Pet, this is my dear friend, Mistress Holly. You are to treat her as well as you would treat me. Do you understand?"




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 11



"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth," said Patrolwoman Militello.

"Uhhhh, should I go?" Holly asked, feeling very much like a fifth wheel.

"Fuck no, you shouldn't," said Liz as she let the sheet fall to the floor. "I promised you that I wouldn't try to be your lover but I would always be your friend. Nothing has changed. My pet never made any promises to you and she makes a wonderful intermediary." Liz gave a little smile. She would have so much fun pleasuring her pet and allowing her pet to pleasure Holly in the same way. It was a fun way to keep and break the promise not to be Holly's lover at the same time.

"What do you mean?" Holly asked dimly. She looked at Liz's naked body. Liz was muscular but not ridiculously so. Her tattoos were artful but not girly. On Liz's back, starting at her shoulder blades and going all the way down to the backs of her thighs, were an incredible set of angel wings. They took up her whole back and wrapped around her sides slightly. The interesting thing about the wings was that the feathers were colored in. They cascaded down in a rainbow effect. On Liz's right upper arm was a tattoo that appeared to be a stain glass window. The object in the window was not religious. It was, instead, an armored hand holding a sword. She looked amazing. She walked away from Holly and picked something small off the bedside table.

"Pet, how horny are you?" Liz asked Rae as she used the key she's just picked up to unlock the cuffs.

"Very horny, Mistress Elizabeth." Rae looked at Mistress Holly. She could see where this was going. She dared not smile for fear of Mistress Elizabeth not offering the other mistress as a way of punishing her for anticipating. Rae had already been cautioned for pulling down her panties before being told to do so. Rae loved pleasuring two mistresses at once. She hadn't had an opportunity to do so since Jenn and Chloe had their way with her in the hospital. She looked at Mistress Holly again and could already imagine how she would look naked.

"I thought so," said Liz with a smile. "Did I tell you how beautiful your body is, Pet?"

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth. Thank you."

"Pet, I want you to slowly undress Mistress Holly and let her know how beautiful she is," Liz said calmly. Liz was fairly certain the word "slow" was not in her new pet's vocabulary.

"What?!?" asked Holly in disbelief. She couldn't believe her ears. Holly's first reaction was one of repulsion. How could her friend sic a total stranger on her like that? Moments later, before her first instinct had a chance to fade, she thought about it. Liz was offering her something she couldn't ask Liz for. It really didn't matter that she wouldn't have asked for it in the first place.

"Judge," Liz said in an almost conspiratory tone, "I can see when a woman really needs to be fucked. Shut up and let my pet fuck you. Pet, did you hear what I told you?"

Holly smiled and nodded in agreement. She would shut up and get fucked. Liz was right. She did need it. As much as her lawyer side would love to argue about it, her judge side knew a good deal when it was being offered. 

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth," Rae answered her new mistress.

Liz smiled and said, "Go get her, my pet."

"Thank you, Mistress Elizabeth."

Rae walked slowly up to Holly. Holly had taken a step back but quickly ran out of space to move. Rae removed Holly's judge robe from her arm, folded it and laid it over the back of a chair that was not far away from them. She took Holly by both hands and led her closer to the chair. Rae ran her fingers through Holly's hair and the platinum blonde judge moaned softly. Rae put Holly's purse on the seat of the chair. Holly's jacket was next. Once it was neatly folded and placed on the chair, Rae hugged Holly. Holly stood stiffly at first. Soon after she relaxed into the hug from the naked brunette, she felt the zipper of her dress being lowered. This tall police woman was really going to strip her naked. The blue dress fell in a gentle motion to the floor. Rae helped Holly step out of it. 

Rae massaged Holly's lovely breasts through her bra. The two women kissed as Rae's fingers ran slowly up and down Holly's back. Rae then slid her hands forward to again caress through the soft cup of the lacy white bra. Holly ran her hands along Rae's arms never rubbing lower than the elbows. Rae leaned forward to kiss the tops of Holly's breasts while her fingers retreated to the back to unclasp Holly's bra. Holly put her left hand on Rae's right shoulder and slid the fingers of her right hand through Rae's long brown hair. Holly raised her hands in the "I surrender" gesture as the clasps on her bra came undone. The bra was pulled off her arms and dropped at her feet.

Rae held Holly's left tit and sucked gently on the nipple. Holly let out the deep breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Rae's soft lips pulled excruciatingly slowly off the left nipple, letting it snap back into place, and moved to the right tit. Holly and Liz moaned at the same time. Liz was watching from the edge of the bed. She rubbed her own breasts and clit. Rae looked up at Holly as she sucked on the right nipple. She massaged both of the blonde's tits as her hot mouth went back and forth from nipple to nipple. Holly let out a series of soft moans.

Her hands were hung awkwardly at her sides. She didn't want to do anything to interfere with the magic Rae was working on her flesh.

Rae would suck and then lick each nipple as she went from one to the other. Her hands slid slowly from Holly's tits to her back and then her ass. Her fingers traced inside the waistband of the lacy white panties. Rae bent Holly over the arm of the comfortable chair and let her fingertips explore the sweet ass through the panties.

"I love these panties on you, Mistress Holly."

"I guess you'd like them better if they were off, though, huh?" Holly asked with a smile in her voice.

"Yes, Mistress Holly."

Rae slowly peeled the panties off the plump yet firm ass. She slid them all the way down and helped Holly as she stepped out of them. Rae gently pushed Holly's leg apart with one hand as the fingertips of the other glided gracefully over the flesh of the vulnerable ass. Rae squatted down. She licked and kissed Holly's pussy. Holly froze. She suddenly remembered this was a stranger. The massaging fingers that her suddenly gracing her buns and Rae's tongue's soft treatment of her labia pulled another string of throaty moans from Holly and her muscles slowly relaxed. Two hands caressed the soft cheeks happily as a darting tongue flicked all around the clit.

Liz walked like a panther stalking her prey over to Rae and gave her ass a loud slap.

Although her fingers continued to massage Holly's ass, Rae removed her tongue, raised her head and said, "Thank you, Mistress Elizabeth." Rae readjusted her hands on Holly's cheeks and leaned in to better lick her pussy, Holly gasped moaned and sighed.

Liz asked, "Does she taste good, Pet?"

Rae lifted her head and said, "Yes, Mistress Elizabeth."

"Show me."

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth." Rae licked Holly deeply which raised the volume of the noises the hot judge was making. Rae turned to her mistress and Liz sucked hard on her pet's tongue.

"Mmmmm," said Liz. "Delicious!"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" asked Holly.

"Hey, I promised I wouldn't try to fuck you. I never promised I wouldn't try to find out what you taste like..." said Liz with a devilish smile. Liz moved Rae so that her head was still by Holly's ass and pussy but her own ass was high in the air. "Pet, I want you to do as I do."

"Yes, Mistress Elizabeth."

Liz quickly rubbed her fingers up and down on Rae's pussy. Rae, in turn, did the same to Holly. Rae and Holly moaned in harmony. Liz removed her hand so she could lick and suck on Rae's outer labia. The volume increased as the harmony went up a third. After several fun minutes of sucking and licking, Liz opened Rae's outer labia with her fingers and licked on the inner lips. Rae's moans were muffled and Holly was calling out inarticulate sounds at that point. Liz trapped one of Rae's inner labia with her teeth and gave it a tug. The muffled shout of "OH!" was soon echoed by Holly saying it clearly.

This was a new situation for Rae. She felt like she was being a dom and a sub at the same time. She loved the attention she received from Mistress Elizabeth and also enjoyed bringing pleasure to Mistress Holly. She moaned into Holly's pussy as Liz began a tongue fucking blitz on her which she quickly copied for her other mistress. 

Liz loved hearing them both making noise at the same time. She could only imagine how wet she was. Liz lost herself for a moment and slapped Rae's ass hard. She was absolutely astounded when she heard the echoing slap two seconds later.

"Ohhhhhh, shit!" yelled Holly, as she pressed her face into the seat of the comfortable chair. "Spank her again, Liz! Harder!" Holly couldn't believe how turned on she was. She knew Rae was simply acting out what was being done to her. There was something incredibly sexy about that. She imagined all the things that Liz could possibly do to Rae in this room that would then be done to her. She was panting with excitement as she heard a spank and then felt and heard its twin. Holly moaned with the gasp that Rae breathed into her vag as another smacking sound issued from behind her and then she yelped once it was her turn.

Holly didn't hear anything but felt Rae breathe hot air hard on her sex. Soon thereafter, Rae was pulling Holly's hair like a horse's reins. She had forgotten how good it felt to have her hair pulled just right. There was a slurping sound behind her followed by Rae's stabbing tongue pushing through to her heat. Rae, very abruptly, stopped touching Holly. Holly whimpered in frustration. Then she heard Liz's voice.

"Pet, bring her to the bed."

"Yes, please!" two voices said at once and one voice then said, "Mistress Elizabeth."

Holly went willingly to the bed but her legs were not cooperating. She was feeling some paraesthesia from laying over the chair arm for so long. Rae held her up as they walked. Holly took note of how strong the young woman was. After some orders by Liz, Holly was laid down on her back. Her head was in the top right corner of the bed and she was laid diagonally. Rae crawled onto the bed on all fours and threw Holly's legs over her shoulders. Holly laid there with her heels resting on Rae's back. Liz laid on her back between Rae's legs and pulled her pet's hips down slightly. Liz ate Rae and Holly reaped the benefits. Soon fingers became involved and Holly felt two digits spreading apart inside her. It occurred to her that Liz was fucking her without fucking her. She thought it was a very sweet and sexy gesture. It was a terrific way to eat her cake and have it, too.

Liz shouted, "Oh, shit! I totally forgot!" She walked away. Rae and Holly were left panting. There was the sound of a zipper and fabrics being moved around. Liz called out, "Ah ha!" in a cheerful voice, which was soon followed by the sounds of her return.

Liz was holding something behind her back and Holly couldn't tell what it was. She certainly had no idea that Liz was holding more than one something. There was a kind of wet sound and Rae cooing. Holly waited to feel for herself what was happening to Rae but felt nothing. She looked up and saw Rae being fitted with a harness that carried a huge dildo. Once Liz's hands were free, the wet sound returned. She was violently fingering herself and Rae. Liz then stuffed herself with something and turned to reveal a fairly large blue jelly dong. It was obviously dual ended and the other end was then inserted slowly into Rae. The harness Rae wore left her pussy open for the blue artificial cock to impale her. Rae was put in position so that the dildo she was brandishing was pushing at Holly's labia.

Holly heard Rae gasp and then felt her pussy being invaded. She dug her heels into Rae's back. Holly was being pumped hard. She heard the spank Rae got before feeling her own. All three of the women were loudly moaning and gasping. The thrusts became harder and faster.

Rae was the first to succumb to the intense pleasure. Her body convulsed wildly and both of her mistresses felt the impact of it. It was impossible to tell whether it was Liz or Holly who felt her orgasm next. Both women were suddenly screaming in delight and riding waves nearly as intense as those assaulting their pet. Rae collapsed on Holly, ripping the blue cock out of herself and stabbing Holly with the strap-on. Holly bucked in a corybantic manner as the fake dick filled her and stayed there. Liz groaned as she pulled the other end of the huge double headed phallus out of herself. She dropped it on the carpet and rushed over to help Rae and Holly.

Holly was smothering Rae in kisses as Liz gently rolled Rae off of her. Holly collapsed flat on the bed.

"Oh, thank you," she said finally. "Thank you, both of you."

"You're welcome, Mistress Holly. It is my pleasure to be of service."

"Why are you thanking me?" Liz asked with a sexy smile. "I didn't touch you..."

"Thank you for sharing."

"Anything for a friend."

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All of the guests were gone or settled in their rooms. Marie pulled Jayne into a passionate kiss. When they broke, she gave the same kiss and embrace to Frank who gave it back to Jayne after he broke with Marie. This had become their customary "The night is over, let's lock up the house" kiss.

"So what did you and Holly talk about?" asked Frank.

"Oh, I wanted to know if there was a legal way for the three of us to get married..." Marie left it at that and her words hung heavily in the air.

"Well?" Jayne asked once she reached her threshold of anticipation. "Is there?"

"No and yes. I'll tell you both all about it in bed."

When they got upstairs, and Marie regaled them with her earlier conversation, Frank was dumbstruck. He couldn't believe how excited he was by this idea. He could admit to himself that he loved both of these women. He just never would have had the idea of marrying them. All thoughts of marriage had gone out of his head once he started sharing these gorgeous women. He put his hand on top of Marie's.

"So, what do we all think?" he asked. "Should we start the paperwork to change Jayne's name and form a corporation?"

"I'm in," said Jayne simply. She was amazed that anyone would go to so much trouble for her. She loved Marie and Frank. She smiled as she thought about how hard she'd tried to bury her feelings for both of them only to find those feelings reflected back. "I have one question, though. Why can't we have a wedding?"

"It wouldn't be legal," replied Marie somberly. She would have loved a public wedding.

"Legal schmegal," retorted Jayne. "There were same sex wedding ceremonies years before they were legal..."

"What are you saying?" asked Frank.

"For every difficult thing there is to do, somebody's got to be the first." Jayne gave each of her lovers a soft kiss. "Ms. Marie, Frank, I love both of you. I have no problems changing my name and becoming Melar, Incorporated, with you. By the same token, I also have no problems renting out an American Legion hall somewhere and having some internet ordained minister pronouncing us wife, husband and wife. It's a ceremony. It may be no more legal than a fifteen dollar bill, but it would still mean something to me."

"I love how you call her 'Ms. Marie' when you're trying to be intimate," said Frank.

"So do I," said Marie. "Just don't get it in your head to call me 'Ms. Ree.' It sounds too much like 'misery' and I would hate that. But, anyway, I'm ok with a rented hall and someone who was ordained online..."

Frank chuckled and said, "I think I can do better than that. Let me just send out a text." Frank took out his iPhone and his thumbs were a blur. Jayne and Marie were waiting for an explanation but received nothing from their muscular lover. Instead, he took off his tuxedo and hung it in the closet.

"What are you doing?" Jayne asked. Frank could clearly see she was not happy.

"I'm getting ready for bed," he said, not understanding the anger in her eyes. "I have to fly Jenn and Chloe in the jet in the morning."

"Who did you text?" asked a somewhat furious Jayne.

"A friend," came the simple reply.

Jayne was about to take off her shoe and throw it at Frank, but Marie stopped her.

"Relax, Babe," she said to her curly haired lover. "I know Frank. He won't give us any details until he thinks there are good enough details to give. He'll tell us everything eventually. You just have to be patient with him."

"Yes, Ms. Marie." Jayne slowly undressed Marie and Marie did likewise. Knowing that he needed his rest, the ladies decided to do all the work before going to bed. Jayne sat on Frank's face and wiggled while Marie rode his cock cowgirl.

Marie adored sharing her lovers like this. She no longer enjoyed doggy style because she felt a lack of control. She loved to fuck and peg Jayne and Frank, respectively, in doggy but preferred not to be the one on all fours. She had also come to prefer cowgirl to reverse cowgirl. For one thing, Frank's dick popped out of her less often in cowgirl and, for another, she could make out with and fondle Jayne as they received pleasure from Frank.

Jayne and Frank also loved this position. This evening wasn't about wild screaming orgasms. This was about pleasuring each other and staying connected before going to sleep. Jayne thought it was such an old married couple thing to have that kind of gentle love making and she thought that was perfect.

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On November 1st, just before noon, Marie got a text from Frank saying he had safely landed in San Juan with the newlyweds. He said he would stay there overnight and fly back the next day. She and Jayne spent the afternoon on the beach before their usual ride.

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On the way down to Puerto Rico, Frank asked the newlyweds for help. They promised to give it and that was the real reason Frank stayed on the island as long as he did. After Jenn and Chloe helped him achieve his mission, he flew back north. He called Marie from the airfield when James picked him up.

"I have reservations for three at 7pm at the Topping Rose House. You and Jayne should dress accordingly."

Marie's curiosity was piqued. Surely, there was no reason to go to a 5 star restaurant when they could have a better meal at home. Nevertheless, she and Jayne dressed up for the occasion. Jayne wore a royal blue dress with a mermaid shape and a sweetheart neckline. It was floor length and had tasteful starburst designs in silver sequins. Marie's red dress was asymmetric in design. It was a one-shoulder full length taffeta dress that had a gentle mermaid shape which then flared off towards the hem. The taffeta was gently pleated at the bust and strap. Beads and bronze sequins decorated under the bust and diagonally across the skirt. Both women chose to wear diaphanous wraps and three inch heels. They took Marie's stretch limousine to the restaurant with Jayne driving. James was given the night off once they arrived and he took the stretch back to Tarabella, giving the keys to the usual car to Jayne. Jayne complimented Frank on how good he looked in Armani.

Marie got a little suspicious when they were seated out of sight of the other diners. They had section of the restaurant all to themselves. After their dinner orders were taken, Marie was about to ask why they were getting this treatment. However, Frank stood up before she got a chance to inquire. He stepped so that he was standing between his lovers. He went down on one knee and produced two ring boxes. 

"Marie, Jayne, I had no idea what love was before the three of us got together. I've always felt there was something missing from my life. Now I feel like I'm part of something very special. What was missing was each of you. I've been texting my friend who is a Presbyterian Pastor. She's made arrangements for us to have Bridgehampton Presbyterian Church all to ourselves on the first Saturday in December. I would very much like to marry both of you then. I know church weddings are important to Marie and I think you both deserve the experience. Will you marry me?"




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 11



The teal box with a white ribbon, which he handed to Marie, contained a black velvet box. Inside the second box was a classic Tiffany diamond engagement ring. Frank knew that Marie could afford a building full of Tiffany rings if she really wanted to make such a purchase. She would understand what this ring meant and how he felt about her. Jayne was given a blue box which held a large round cut diamond in a 14 karat white gold knotted V shaped ring. This ring was, on the surface, far less valuable than Marie's but that was the point. Jayne didn't care about money. What she cared about were emotions. Frank knew this. He selected a ring for her that was as brilliant and original as she. She treasured the ring the moment she saw how perfectly it fit on her finger. Jayne was impressed that he thought enough to get them unique rings and said so.

"That's true," said Marie. "That was very thoughtful of you. I love mine. Oh. 'Yes,' by the way."

"Hell yes," said Jayne. "It was my idea."

"No," corrected Frank, "your idea was an American Legion with an internet geek who printed off his clergy certificate on an HP. I'm giving you a large church just down the road from here and a fully ordained Pastor." He stood up and kissed each of his fiancés.

Dinner was a lavish affair. The salads alone were twenty dollars. Jayne had the roasted fluke with risotto. Marie had monkfish with wheat berries, walnuts, cauliflower and prosciutto. Frank's dinner was roasted chicken and sausage with buttermilk spaetzle, cabbage and black truffles. The trio were happy to trade bites with each other. Marie and Jayne consumed champagne and chatted merrily. Frank had one glass and switched to ginger ale. He would be driving them home. There was a happiness in Marie's heart she hadn't known in almost three years.

"Mmmm," she said, swallowing a bite of monkfish, "can we get a wedding together in just over a month?"

Frank smiled and said, "Jenn and Chloe will be helping out when I bring them back from San Juan. Which reminds me, I need to text them that you both said yes."

"Do it when we get home," said Marie. "Let's just enjoy the moment." There was laughter in the air and the happy sounds of people enjoying their food.

That night, after Frank sent his text and Chloe replied with a smiley face and eight exclamation points, the trio retired to bed. Marie laid on her back. She shared the purple beast with Jayne, who lovingly rode her. Frank squatted over Marie's face so that she could kiss his cock, suck his balls, then lick and tongue fuck his ass. He and Jayne kissed and touched each other all over. It was a quiet celebration filled with love.

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Chloe and Jenn had a wonderful time in San Juan. They did all the touristy things. They took scuba diving lessons. They visited the Devil's Tower at Castillo de San Cristobal in Old San Juan. They tanned out by their hotel's pool. They kissed and rubbed each other's pussies at night. They loved that no one stared at two women walking through Isla Verde Park while holding hands. It was bittersweet when the day arrived to meet Frank at the airport. On one hand, they were happy that one of Marie's wedding gifts to them was their room at Tarabella for as long as they wanted it. On the other hand, there was a very fast paced and busy world waiting for them when they got back. They had enjoyed the pace of San Juan. As energetic as the people were, it was slow and relaxing compared to New York City.

It took the newlyweds a few days to settle back into their usual routine of classes.

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On the Wednesday after their return, Jenn had her therapy session with Kevin.

Marie had gone in with Jenn but had James drop her off at her parent's house before Jenn's session. James pulled away as Marie used her key to get in the house. She called out, "Hello?", but did not get a response. She heard a repetitive noise coming from the Dining Room and followed the sound. When Marie entered the room, she saw her parents. They were both naked and they were not alone. Tied to the dinner table was a young naked woman with long black hair, mocha skin, and a ball gag with harness. Marie's father was fucking the woman and Marie's mother was sucking one of the woman's tits and slapping the other.

"Oh my God!" said Marie. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"

"Oh, hi, Pumpkin," said Harry as he continued fucking the young woman on the table. "We didn't hear you come in. Have you met Annie?"

The young woman mumbled something that was probably, "Hello," in singsong through the gag.

"Pleasure to meet you," said Marie.

"Hi, Sweetheart," said Catherine. She stopped slapping and sucking Annie and looked at Marie's shocked face. "Are you ok? I'm guessing Jennifer never told you about this..."

"Jenn knows about this?"

"That little monkey," said Harry, still fucking Annie. "She caught us when she was about twelve..."

"You've been fucking Annie since I was seventeen?"

"No, dear, not Annie," explained Catherine. "She's only been with us for about ten months. Jennifer caught us with Mrs. Baxter from next door."

"You were fucking Old Widow Baxter?" Marie was incredulous.

"We still do," said Harry. "And she wasn't old at the time." Harry was still fucking Annie.

"Dad! Could you please stop that, cover up and talk to me?" Marie wasn't entirely sure what was bothering her most. It would have been traumatic enough to walk in on her parents having sex. This wasn't that. They were having sex with someone else. It was obviously consensual, so it didn't set off an anxiety attack. It was... It just wasn't right that they were so casual about fucking this stranger in front of their daughter. It was probably the surreal nature of the episode that kept Marie as calm as she was. It was too bizarre to be real to her.

"I'm sorry, Pumpkin, but I can't. We only have Annie for ten more minutes. She has a late afternoon class today."

"Oh my God," said Marie. "I can't believe this."

"See here, young lady," Catherine barked suddenly. "There is nothing wrong with what you are seeing. This is a beautiful act of trust between three consenting adults. If you are lucky, someday you might find something so beautiful."

"I did. I have," said Marie. "Ok, I'm more than a little shocked here. I wasn't expecting this, but I'd be a hypocrite if I said anything against it. I actually came here to tell you that I'm engaged to my two lovers right now. A man and a woman."

"Congratulations, Sweetheart!" cheered Catherine. "Is it anyone we know?"

"Um, you know Frank..."

"Frank?" asked Harry. "You mean Trent's kid brother?"

"Um, yes. That would be he," said Marie.

"Oh, that's so nice," said Catherine. "That boy cares so much about you. We could tell when we saw how he looked at you at Jennifer and Chloe's wedding. Now who's the woman?"

"She's... uh... She's, um, the Chief of Staff of my estate..."

"Is she the one who caught Chloe's bouquet?" asked Catherine.

"Uhhh, yes. That is she," Marie replied.

"Oh, she's lovely, dear. She has such amazing tits," said Catherine. "What's her name again?"

"Jayne Munroe," answered Marie, "but she's going to change it to Melar."

"I'm glad she's not a plain Jane," said Harry.

"Well, it's Jayne with a 'y', so..."

"Oh, isn't that exotic?" commented Catherine. "What do you do with her?"

"'Do?'" asked a puzzled Marie.

Catherine asked, "Do you trib her? Do you spank her?"

"MOM!"

"Young lady, there is nothing wrong with talking about sex. You get the stick out of your ass right now. We did not raise our daughters to be prudes. Now, what do you do with her?"

"Um, I, uh, tie her up or cuff her to the headboard. I spank her. I trib her. I eat her out. I share a double-sided jelly dong with her. I motorboat her. I fuck her ass with a strap on. I slap her tits. I ride her face. I blindfold her..."

"That sounds like a lot of fun, dear," Catherine interrupted. "What do you do with Frank?"

"Well, uh, the, uh, the first time I had sex with Frank, I pegged him while he fucked Jayne..."

"Good for you, Pumpkin," said Harry. "Keep him in his place. That sounds wonderful. How long have you had them?"

"Uhhhhh, um, we, uh, I actually just took them as lovers seven months ago or so..."

"Do they get along well with each other?" asked Catherine.

"Oh, yeah," said Marie. "They're great. We balance out very well."

"Oh, excuse me, Pumpkin. It's time to untie Annie. We mustn't make her late for school. There's nothing more important than education."

"Would you care for a taste, dear?"

"Excuse me?"

"It's going to take a few minutes to untie her. Your father gets so involved with his knots. She'd love it if you ate her out while we got her loose."

"Oh," said Marie. "Oh, wow." Marie shuffled her feet. "What can I say?"

"You don't have to say anything, dear. Just suck on her cunt. She tastes like a peach."

Marie could not believe she was doing it, but she went over to the table and ate out her parents' submissive as they untied her. To Marie's astonishment, Annie did taste like peaches. Marie almost expected to have flashbacks of her rape as she tongued and sucked on Annie's pussy. As consensual as this obviously was, there seemed to be an element of force at play here. Nothing untoward happened when Marie slurped the vagina of her parent's sub. It was nice. It wasn't as spectacular as eating out Jayne, but it was pleasant. It was, however, freaky as hell to have her parent's watching her do this. Still, Marie stayed in the moment and never lost herself. She didn't see and feel the six men who attacked her. She just saw the lovely young woman she pleasured orally. After Annie was untied, and her gag was removed, she thanked Marie with a kiss.

Annie got dressed and gathered her books. She kissed her masters' feet and said goodbye. When she opened the door to leave, Marie noticed James pull up in the limousine.

"Oh, I guess I should go," Marie said. "I have to meet Jenn." Marie walked up to her mother and kissed her goodbye."

"Mmmm," said Catherine. "Don't forget to brush your teeth, dear. You still taste like Annie."

"Sorry we fucked with you, Pumpkin," Harry said. "We just couldn't help ourselves."

"I guess it's ok," Marie said. "Annie seems nice."

"No, not about Annie," Harry explained. "We were fucking with you about not knowing who your fiancés are. Frank was here with the girls the day after the wedding."

"Why were they here?" asked Marie.

"So Frank could get your father's and my blessing, of course," said Catherine.

"Your mother didn't grill Frank nearly as hard as she had done to Chloe."

"Well, I didn't know Chloe at the time. I had to be sure she was really in love with Jennifer...."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," said Marie. "Frank came here to ask for your blessing to marry me?"

"And Jayne," added Catherine.

"Woah. He told you he'd be marrying both of us?"

"No," said Harry, "he said the three of you would wed. Jenn and Chloe insisted the three of you were head over heels in love. That was enough for me. I never argue with Chloe. That girl is always right. Your mother needed a little more convincing."

"Mom?"

"Well, he said he hadn't gotten the rings yet. I told him he needed to get you a ring as special as you were." Marie showed Catherine the Tiffany. Catherine looked at it and said, "Meh. That'll do." She stayed completely straight faced for four whole seconds before she burst out in laughter and hugged Marie tightly. "I'm so glad he knows how wonderful you are."

"He treats me so well, Mom. He's so gentle but so strong."

"That's very important, dear. How did Jayne do?"

"Well, her ring isn't as expensive, but it's amazing to look at."

"I'm sure she loves it. Thank you so much for visiting us, dear."

"Let us know if you need anything, Pumpkin."

"Now that you mention it... Mom, do you think you could give Jayne away like you did for Chloe?"

"I'd be honored."

Hugs, kisses and another reminder to brush teeth were exchanged. Marie was smiling when James opened the car door for her. He was happy to see her in good spirits. They drove back to Kevin's office. When she got in the limo, it was obvious that Jenn had been crying. 

"Are you ok?" Marie asked.

"Oh, I'm fine," Jenn replied as she wiped her eyes and face with a tissue. "I, of all people, should know not to wear mascara to a session. We did a little digging in the dirt today. I'd buried a few things but I've got a handle on it now."

"That's good. I met Mom and Dad's friend, Annie."

"Oops," said Jenn. "I didn't think she'd be here this early."

"She has a late afternoon class on Wednesdays. So.... you caught the folks with Old Widow Baxter?"

"She wasn't old then," Jenn said. "Look, I'm sorry I never told you. I just thought you'd rath..."

Marie interrupted Jenn with a crushing hug. "Thank you for helping Frank get their blessing. It means a lot."

"I knew it would."

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"You're mine, bitch. You're all mine. This is what you are now. You're a hole to stick my dick in." He slapped his bitch's ass hard as he pumped his thick cock into the tight hole. He grabbed the bitch's hips with both hands and thrust deeply. He shot his load in the tight ass and pulled his cock out unceremoniously.

"Scanitinuzzo! What are you doing in there?"

Tony wasn't used to hearing his last name called out like that, but Axe didn't call him Gumby anymore. That had been his bitch name. It was clear he was no longer a bitch.

"I'm giving my roommate a bath, Sir. He really needed one."

Axe glared at him for a moment and said, "He didn't need a cum bath. Get your ass out of there." Axe turned to the left and shouted, "Open 43!" When Tony stepped out of the cell, Axe asked his cellmate, "You ok in there, Cuddle Cakes?" The bitch nodded and Axe dragged Tony out of earshot. The bitch remembered the reaming Axe had given him and chose never to complain to him.

"You are the slowest bitch tamer I have ever seen! Why haven't you traded that bitch for two cartons of Kools yet?"

"I don't smoke and he's not tamed, Sir," replied Tony. "He still thinks he's a man. He doesn't know he's a bitch."

"So trade him," Axe said. "That's part of what makes a bitch feel like property. Make the trade right in front of him. Trade Cuddle Cakes for another bitch and give the other owner any smokes you have left over from other trades. Make him feel worthless compared to the other bitch."

"That could work. Thank you, Sir." Axe was about to return Tony to his cell when Tony stopped. "Excuse me, Sir. May I ask a question?"

"What you want to know, Scanz?"

"'Scans?'" Tony asked.

"Yeah, Scanz with a 'z'. I'm trying it out as your owner's name. So, you had a question?"

"Well, Sir, I was wondering if all bitches become owners..."

"Hell, no! You and Trunk were the only two to graduate."

"'Graduate?' Is this a program?" asked Tony.

"Yeah. It's my program. Ever since my little girl was in high school and getting ready for college, I got worried for her. I read once that 25% of women report being raped or sexually assaulted in college. I also read that only 5 percent of rape victims report it to the police. That means the actual total is probably much higher. Now, what's a man like me supposed to do with that information? What can any father do? I was angry and I was frustrated and I realized something. I have about half the convicted rapists in New York State walk through my cell block. What if I showed rapists what it felt like? I was fucking crazy, Scanz. I saw these smug mother fuckers walk through here and and thought about my little girl. I tore open this one asshole's jumpsuit and I fucked the shit out of him. The other guards asked what I was doing and I told them.

"Is it working? I don't know. Trunk's going to be paroled soon. I know he's never going to rape another woman. I know you never will. I don't know if that's enough. I just know I was in a position to do something and I fucking did it. The other guards must think it's worth doing 'cause I never asked them to help me. They just do."

"Thank you for telling me, Sir. I'll fuck Cuddle Cakes a few more times today and trade him to Reamer."

"Aw, shit. That should break that bitch but good," Axe said.

They walked in silence back to Tony's cell. Tony's cellmate was laying on his bunk.

"Open 43!"

Tony entered the cell. He waited for Axe to close it and walk away. Tony yanked Cuddle Cakes off the top bunk and let him drop to the cement floor. He rolled the bitch over and pulled down the jumpsuit that stood between him and Cuddle Cakes' ass.

"What the fuck, man?" Cuddle Cakes asked. "I thought Axe was gonna punish you."

"You thought wrong, bitch! I told you. I own your ass and only I can say different. All Axe cares about is that I keep you quiet." Tony tore Cuddle Cakes' boxers off his body and stuffed them in the bitch's mouth. He got on the floor behind his bitch, pried open the ass cheeks and shoved his way in without any preparation. Cuddle Cakes screamed in agony through the underwear gag but the assault was just beginning.

Tony slapped his bitch on the ass and face as he rode Cuddle Cakes hard. Axe had picked this bitch name because the man was so big and needed to be stripped of his masculinity.

"You're mine, Cuddle Cakes! You're my fuck hole!" Tony said as he slapped the bitch's ass repeatedly in a steady rhythm. "You like doing this to girls? Well now you are a little girl and I'm gonna do this to you all the time until I get tired of your ass. Then I'm gonna pass you around to my friends. I'll bet I don't even get a carton of smokes for your ass."

Tony fucked Cuddle Cakes brutally. He slammed the bitch into the floor. His thick cock was too much for the tight ass he savagely stabbed into submission. Cuddle Cakes' blood acted as a lubricant and Tony fucked him harder and faster. The muffled screams were becoming hoarse as the bitch started to lose his voice from the incessant high-pitched pleas for mercy which only served to inspire Tony to greater heights of brutality. It used to bother Tony that he was so good at raping these men. He realized he'd never be able to do this to a woman again. This was a necessary evil. He was teaching these worthless bastards that no one deserves to be treated like this unless they've done it to someone else. Then they deserve every second of it.

Tony pulled his bitch off the floor and fucked him against the toilet. He slammed him against the wall and fucked him there. When Tony had him on the floor again, there was an urgency to his piston like hammering of Cuddle Cakes' ass. It took him longer, because he'd already come, but Tony managed to fire a small load in his bitch's ass.

When he was done, he washed his face and his dick and told the bitch to clean himself up. At lunch, Tony got a message to Reamer. Two hours later, in the yard, Reamer traded his bitch for Cuddle Cakes. Right in front of the two bitches, Tony also gave Reamer three cartons of cigarettes and two magazines. Reamer laughed and brought Cuddle Cakes back to his cell. Tony's new bitch seemed a little smug that he fetched such a high price. When they were back in his cell, Tony slapped his new acquisition.

"You'd better be worth what I paid for you, bitch. Suck my cock. Do it nice."

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Marie had been used to clutter from her sisters on the Dining Room table. She already thought of Chloe as a sister. The clutter was usually textbooks. Recently, it had been bridal magazines. Marie noticed that a week after they returned from Puerto Rico, the clutter was catalogs. These were not the sort of catalogs she would have expected. They were from sperm banks.

"Um, what the hell is on my table now?" she asked Jenn and Chloe, who looked up at the same time.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 12



All of the characters in this work of fiction who engage in sex are above the age of 18.

This chapter contains (in no particular order) elements of lesbian sex, group sex, gay male sex, voyeurism, pegging and bondage.

Previously in this series, Marie Stevens Melar, an Emergency Department nurse, used her training to get through the traumatic experiences of her work to block out the pain of her husband's murder - which she witnessed - and her violent gang rape. She lived in a house on Long Island's south shore with her sister, Jenn Stevens, and Jenn's fiancé, Chloe Drasher. Marie identified her attackers and testified against them in court. Marie had a few scars from her various ordeals. Marie had a strong support system in place: Jenn and Chloe, her parents, Catherine and Harry, her brother, Frank, her judge friend, Holly, several nurses with whom Marie had slept, and Kevin, her therapist. Chloe had been hit by a driver who was texting. Marie gave notice and left the hospital. She had crying spells due to sadness and guilt. She moved into Tarabella, an immense manor in Bridgehampton she inherited from her husband. Marie changed several of the rules at Tarabella and gave the staff new uniforms. Marie visited her three remaining attackers in prison. Marlon, the one who killed Marie's husband, escaped prison and was beaten to death by Jenn. Jenn and Chloe moved to Tarabella and were married there. Marie began a relationship with Frank and Jayne, her Chief of Staff. She sought a legal way to marry both of them but decided the ceremony was more important to her than the legality. She went on a shopping spree in Manhattan to prepare for the wedding and was surprised, on her return home, to see Frank kissing a beautiful blonde woman.

Thank you very much to everyone who has followed this series from the beginning. Thanks also for the votes and comments on the previous chapters. Please feel free to give polite constructive criticism. This is the last chapter but several characters will be popping up in things I will be writing soon. Special thanks to Dru_Druthers and Jessie92 who encouraged me to keep writing and the anons who begged me to stop. Extra special thanks go to my Beta Reader, FangsAnarchy, for all of her help. Words cannot express my gratitude.



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Frank turned immediately when he heard the thud of heavy shopping bags behind him. He smiled instantly upon seeing Marie. When she did not smile in return, he followed her gaze.

"Oh," he said. "Marie, this is my friend, Dani Van Cleef. She'll be performing our wedding service. Dani, this is Marie, one of my fiancés."

Marie's face brightened and she said, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Pastor Van Cleef." Marie realized she'd walked in on a hello kiss and nothing more.

"It's 'Dani,'" both Dani and Frank said in unison. They laughed at how silly it sounded for them to say it exactly the same way.

"Then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Dani," Marie corrected. "Frank has told me a lot about you."

"Not everything, I trust," Dani said.

"The rule of this house is complete honesty," Marie replied. "He told me about your marathon sex session."

"Wow," Dani said with a surprised laugh. "That is definitely complete honesty. Well, that's good. Secrets and half truths do horrible things to marriages."

"What are you doing here, Dani?" Marie asked. "The wedding isn't until December."

"That's what I said," quipped Frank. "Apparently, it's a requirement in the Presbyterian church to have several sessions of premarital counseling."

"Is that necessary?" inquired Marie. "It won't be a legal marriage..."

"Are you calling it a wedding? Will you think of each other as spouses? Will I be officiating? Then it's necessary. I actually think, given your special circumstances, it's even more important to have counseling. Now, where's Jayne?"

"She went straight to her room," Marie replied. "She didn't want me to see some of the things she bought."

"You've gotta love superstitious brides-to-be," Dani joked. "Ok, Frank, I get it."

Marie was puzzled and asked, "What do you get?" It looked like she beat Frank in asking the same question.

"Oh," said Dani. "Quite often when Frank was intimate with me, he was thinking about you. I just realized that I could see why."

That made Marie smile brightly. She loved when guests quickly adapted to the complete honesty rule. Jenn and Chloe entered the room and introductions were made. Dani had already met Chloe. They met at Mulcahy's in Wantagh the first night Chloe acted as Frank's lesbian wingman. Marie finally noticed that Dani had luggage with her and offered to take her to an empty room. Dani admitted she was tired after a long trip from New Jersey and quickly agreed. Marie gathered up her shopping bags and the items that had spilled out and led Dani up the stairs. Dani smiled appreciatively when Marie showed her her room. It was larger than the one Frank had given her in Florida. Marie offered to help Dani unpack.

"Marie," Dani said, "you don't act like a woman who's worth billions of dollars. I hope you accept that as a compliment, as it was intended."

"I do," said Marie.

"I'm glad you can say that phrase so clearly. I'll expect nothing less in December. Anyway, I can unpack for myself but you're welcome to keep me company for a little bit. I'm anxious to know why you want to be married to two people."

Marie asked, "Has our counseling started already?"

"Yup," said Dani. "It ends when I leave on Tuesday."

"I love them," Marie stated.

"Is that it?" Dani asked. "Don't get me wrong. That's very sweet and all, but is that it?"

"Yes, that's it," Marie said simply. "I couldn't survive without both of them."

"That's what I wanted to hear," Dani said with a toothy grin.

"I still can't believe you've agreed to this, Dani."

Dani sighed and sat on the edge of the large bed before she asked, "Marie, do you know how many things Jesus said against same sex marriage?"

"I have no idea," admitted Marie.

"Zero. He never said anything against homosexuality. Do you know how many things Jesus said against polygamy?"

"Um, zero?" Marie asked hopefully.

"That's right. In fact, certain things he said imply that Jesus was cool with polygamy. Now Paul, in his letter to Timothy, said that leaders of the Christian sect should only have one wife. That, in itself, implies that it was ok for other people to be polygamists if he only said that about the bishops, elders and deacons. There is nothing in the New Testament that emphatically states that what you're doing is wrong. If Jesus was cool with it, why should I bitch? Now, I know Frank and, I'm sure, Jayne are excited about getting married but I get the impression this was originally your idea. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," replied Marie.

"Could you do the paperwork to legally marry Frank? My church is somewhat gossipy and eyebrows will raise in December if I come home and don't mail out a signed marriage license."

"Wait, you want me to legally marry Frank in the same ceremony as we both marry Jayne?"

"Something like that," said Dani. "The reason I ask you to have a marriage license with Frank and not Jayne is that if a busy body from the church saw two female names on it, the shit would hit the proverbial fan." Dani opened one of her suitcases.

"Your church doesn't have same sex marriages?" asked Marie.

"Yes and no," Dani tried to explain. "An individual minister may bless a same sex union. The Presbyterian Church, itself, does not yet permit same sex marriages. That's why it's best that we're not at my church. Bridgehampton Presbyterian Church can wash its hands of this. 'This is Pastor Dani from Jersey blessing this marriage, not us.' Anyway, it's just a thought. Talk it over with Frank and Jayne." Dani opened a dresser drawer and began putting away her things.

"I will," Marie promised. "Dani, why doesn't your church permit same sex marriage? You said Jesus never said anything against homosexuals."

"That's true, however, Jesus also said that he did not come to replace the law. Any law in the Torah that Jesus did not specifically contradict is held by the Christian Church. There are two verses in the book of Leviticus that say it is an abomination for a man to lie with another man the way he would with a woman. If such an abomination occurred, the men would be put to death."

"What about women lying with other women?" Marie asked.

"You caught that, huh? It does not specifically ban lesbian acts in the Torah. As a Bible scholar," Dani said with a smile, "I would have no qualms about marrying two women."

"What does the Torah say about polygamy?"

"It allows it," said Dani. "Some of the heroes of the Hebrew Bible were polygamists. Polygamy was banned by the Diaspora, and the tradition was upheld for centuries, but it's not in the Torah." Dani tucked a stray lock of hair behind her right ear.

"And Jesus didn't say anything against it."

Dani smiled and agreed, "He did not."

"So, you don't have any problems..."

Dani emphatically stated, "I don't have any problems doing this for you and your fiancés."

"Thank you, Dani."

"It's my pleasure, Marie."



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Jenn and Chloe put away the shopping items they carried in with them and then snuck off to their bedroom. They were kissing before the door was closed.

"Mmmmmmmmmm, so how did you and Jayne do?" Jenn asked as she pulled away for air.

"Oh, that girl is so excited. Keri's going to have her hands full at the bridal shower," said a smiling Chloe.

"So, why didn't Keri go into the city with us?"

"Oh, it's all part of the preternatural devotion the staff here has for Ree. She didn't want to ask for the time off. I kept her in the loop. I took pictures of everything we looked at and texted them to Keri. She sent back her opinions and we Skyped over the phone so she could see how Jayne looked in certain things when she moved. Don't worry, I made sure the Maid of Honor had her say on the important matters. I still can't believe they think plum and silver are better wedding colors than black and orange..." Chloe said until Jenn interrupted her.

"Baby, you know we only pulled that off because Jayne helped us."

"I know, Sweetie, but you luck out. You only have to wear plum. I have to wear both colors," Chloe said with a sigh. "I'll probably have to tuck my hair under a hat or something."

"You'll do no such thing," said Jenn with a kiss. "My wife is not going to hide her fire hair. My wife does not conceal her beauty."

"You really think my hair is beautiful?" asked Chloe. Her unruly red hair had been a source of teasing for most of her life.

"I think every inch of you is gorgeous," said Jenn. "I hate being away from you. I knew exactly where you were and I still missed you today."

"Well, I'm here now,"

"Yes, you are," said Jenn. She smiled and slowly walked behind Chloe. Her hands expertly kneaded the redhead's shoulders. Chloe moaned and surrendered herself to her wife's magical fingers. Without the massage losing its rhythm, Jenn kissed where Chloe's neck met her shoulder. Chloe gasped as her loving spouse kissed a trail up to her ear and sucked hard on the lobe. Jenn spun her bride around forcefully and kissed her savagely on the lips. Jenn's hands traced over her wife's body as their tongues wrestled happily with each other. Jenn opened Chloe's slacks and let them drop. She grasped both of Chloe's ass cheeks roughly and gave them a deep massage. Her hands, after several minutes, trailed up Chloe's back and removed her top. Chloe felt it was time to reciprocate and the two lovers were soon naked at the foot of the bed. They kissed and looked lustfully in each other's eyes. Jenn kissed the back of Chloe's hand as they climbed on the bed together. She held Chloe's arm at the elbow and slowly kissed her way up the arm, to the shoulder, then the base of the neck, the long throat, under the chin and, finally, the soft full lips. Her hands returned to Chloe's ass as the two women, kneeling on the bed and facing each other, deepened their kiss. Their breasts pressed together as they moaned in each other's mouth.

Jenn eventually pulled away from the sloppy kiss and wiped her mouth with her right hand. She backed away slightly and used her wet hand to rub Chloe's labia. She placed her forehead against her wife's and rubbed her briskly as her left hand caressed Chloe's right tit. After a bit, she stopped rubbing Chloe and put her right hand in the redhead's mouth. Chloe sucked passionately on the fingers. Freshly lubricated, the fingers returned to the warm shaved pussy. Jenn kissed her wife's chin and slowly kissed her way down to the right breast. She sucked on the nipple and licked it before doing the same to the left breast. The raven haired beauty then kissed a slow trail down Chloe's flat stomach. She lickerd Chloe's pierced navel and slowly continued her kissing path south. The ginger laid back and Jenn pulled Chloe's legs forward and apart. She spread Chloe and lay down to feast. She pushed her tongue inside her wife and curled it while it was in Chloe to use like a straw. She munched and slurped and coaxed a lot of sexy noises out of Chloe. 

When she needed to breathe, she took quite a few long licks from the bottom of the pussy to the top and then sucked on the clit. Her tongue returned to the pussy and fucked Chloe steadily.Chloe's eyes were closed. She was so in love with Jenn and the feeling increased steadily. She could feel the love Jenn was demonstrating to her. The tongue fucking gained momentum with occasional clit sucking breaks. After seven or so minutes of that, Jenn latched on to Chloe's clit and sucked hard while frigging her with three fingers. Chloe was soon bucking her hips. She felt herself getting closer to climaxing and begged her wife to make her cum.

Jenn was happy to oblige. She got the fourth finger in and spread them as she pumped them savagely into her squirming spouse. Chloe's feet clenched into tight fists. Her eyes rolled. Her fingers dug into the sheets. Her head thudded repeatedly against the mattress as her body spasmed spectacularly. Jenn loved turning her wife into a quivering mess.

Chloe was incapable of being articulate for a very long time but a soft, "I love you," finally escaped her lips.

"I love you, Baby," Jenn said before gently kissing her flame haired lover.

Chloe felt as though her bones had melted but managed to lift her head enough to properly return the kiss. She tried to flip Jenn but lacked the strength. Jenn smiled and turned in the direction her bride tried to maneuver her. She lay on her back and waited for Chloe to regain her composure. It wasn't long and having a hot, naked, woman resting her head on your left breast is pretty fucking sexy anyway.

Chloe slid her way down Jenn's body, dragging her tongue behind her. She went all the way down and sucked on Jenn's toes. Chloe slowly and deliberately kissed her way back up the long leg. She stopped at Jenn's wet pussy and breathed hot air on it. Jenn thought Chloe was still panting at first, but realized it was intentional when she felt the hot breath on her clit. Jenn moaned appreciatively. Chloe worshipped Jenn's wet hole. She explored the vaginal folds with her tongue and hummed softly on Jenn's clit. When Jenn responded to the humming, her wife stayed there. Fingers slowly breached Jenn's love canal and the humming on her clit intensified. The raven haired newlywed squirmed but could not shake off her ravenous lover. The fingers inside Jenn twisted slowly. They turned at such a calculated pace that the pleasure was agonizing. Jenn loved her wife's methodical pace but there were times she craved a hard and fast fucking. Fortunately, all she ever had to do was say so. She let Chloe set her purposeful cadence for about twenty minutes and then begged her to pick up the pace.

By the time Jenn had asked for speed, Chloe had gotten four fingers inside her. She wriggled her hand and was able to slip it entirely inside her bride. Chloe fisted Jenn with gusto. Jenn was unprepared for the tidal wave that lifted her up in bliss and carried her off. Her body jolted and lifted off the bed. Chloe maintained her humming and fisting and set off a chain reaction orgasm. Chloe refused to stop. Just as Jenn thought she would pass out from too much pleasure, Chloe slowed down and stopped humming. She kissed her way up Jenn's sensitive body. By the time Chloe's hand carefully exited Jenn's snatch, the redhead was sucking and fondling her lover's nipples.

The two women cuddled together as the sunlight from the window bathed their bed in warmth.



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Marie took Dani on a tour of the house. She knew from experience to keep the first tour short and follow up with other short tours later. Dani marvelled at the immense residence and the busy yet friendly staff. In their travels, Dani and Marie came upon a tall, buxom, woman with long legs and curly brown hair.

"Dani," Marie said, "I'd like you to meet Jayne."

"Holy shit!" Dani exclaimed. "You guys didn't tell me you were marrying Wonder Woman! Wow! It's a pleasure to meet you." Dani extended her hand and Jayne smiled as she shook it.

Jayne joined the ladies on their short tour. She had a ton of questions for Dani.

"Are you sure you're not going to get in trouble for this?"

Dani smiled and said, "I'll be fine." It had felt like a long time since someone was concerned with her well being. "I've already spoken to Pastor Gene at Bridgehampton Presbyterian. He understands my theology and why I'm doing this. The pressure is all on me and he'll stay out of our way."

"Why are you doing this?" Jayne asked.

"It's partly because polyamory is a very real thing in this country right now and the Church is going to have to recognize it one way or another. It's also because I've found that God always chooses those that humans do not. Psalm 118 tells us that the stone the builders rejected has become the cornerstone. It's such a huge part of our Christianity that the phrase is quoted in Matthew's Gospel and the Acts of the Apostles. God selects people that human beings are mistrustful of. Noah was a drunk. Moses was a murderer with a stuttering problem. David was a shepherd, a murderer and an adulterer."

"Wait," Jayne said. "What's wrong with shepherds?"

"They worked every day so they did not observe the Sabbath. They also did not observe the hand washing rituals that were so important to their culture. They were much like the fishermen Jesus selected as his disciples. If Jesus could accept lepers, tax collectors and fishermen, shouldn't I accept polygamists?"

"You said Jesus didn't have a problem with polygamists," Marie said.

"He didn't, but our society has ever since the Jewish people were dispersed. Monogamy was seen as the proper thing to do. It was God's way even though several of the people God chose were polygamists. Since there were pagans who were polygamists, when the people of Israel were cast out into the Diaspora the leaders told them to be monogamous and not fall into pagan habits," Dani replied. "I think the most Christian thing we can do is to accept people that others cannot. God never chose the 'normal' people so if this is abnormal it might not necessarily be ungodly. Ok, ladies. Show me the ballroom. I want to see where the reception will be."



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Vittoria Delmiglio was a lawyer. She was born in Milan, Italy, but came with her family to America when she was a toddler. She spoke English and Italian fluently without an accent. Vittoria, who allowed some people to call her "Vicky," was 5'6" and very curvy but was by no means fat. She had short black hair and brown, almost black, eyes. She was 25 and full of self-confidence. She was Marie's lawyer ever since Holly Sullivan had become a judge. It had been her task to get together the paperwork to legally change Jayne's last name to Melar and to form Melar, Incorporated.




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Vittoria took her job very seriously. She personally escorted the paperwork through every step of the process. She knew her client wanted everything ready to sign before the ceremony in December. Vittoria worked hard to get everything pushed through quickly. It was after three o'clock on Friday and Vittoria was preparing to lock up for the weekend.

Her phone rang shrilly and she picked up on the second ring, as was her habit.

"Delmiglio," Vittoria answered.

"Good afternoon, Vittoria," Marie's dulcet voice replied. "How's everything going?"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Melar." Vittoria liked Mrs. Melar. She was one of the few people who never tried to call her Victoria. "Everything is going well. The paperwork should be ready for signatures on Monday."

"That soon?" asked Marie. "That's wonderful, Vittoria. Thank you. That's not why I'm calling, though. I have another little project for you. What do you know about how Megan's Law is interpreted in New Jersey?"



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Dani was introduced to several of the rituals at Tarabella. She had been delighted to know the household had many rituals and she wanted to know all of them. After Marie finished her important call, a small group headed out to the stables. Thunder, Hunter, Daisy, Freckles and Maverick were prepared by their riders. Dani was introduced to a horse named Snowcap. She had absolutely no idea how to tack a horse so she watched Marie get Thunder ready and she followed along with Snowcap step by step. She got lost a few times and needed Marie to stop and explain things more clearly. Jayne looked over everything that Dani did. She said something about the girth, whatever that was, being wrong. There was a belt hook that Jayne tightened by pulling on the strap. She checked to make sure Snowcap was comfortable but that the girth and saddle weren't going anywhere. When the horses were ready, Dani had trouble mounting Snowcap. Frank all but threw her into the saddle before he went to mount Maverick.

They rode single file. Marie was up front. She was followed by Jayne, then Jenn, Chloe and Frank. Dani brought up the rear. It was not Dani's first time on horseback, but it had been a very long time since she knew this joy. She thought about the old expression that if you're not the lead dog, the scenery never changes.

As they rode across the compound, Frank would point several things out to Dani. Dani asked questions and tried to draw a map in her mind so she would know how to find certain things again on her own. She was, after all, fiercely independent. As they journeyed on, Snowcap started to go faster than Dani had intended. His ears would go back and he would attempt to bite Maverick's ass..

Frank noticed and said, "Dani, you have to stop him from doing that. If he tries to pick up speed or if his ears go back, correct him."

Dani had no earthly idea how to do that. Jayne mentioned an old saying. "Ask a stallion, tell a gelding, discuss it with a mare." Dani had no clue that Snowcap was a gelding. Jayne had Dani ride between Marie and her. Snowcap seemed to prefer this place in the procession. His ears stayed aimed forward, except occasionally when they were following a particular sound. 

The ride was very relaxing once Snowcap settled down. Dani especially loved when they rode along the shoreline. Since it was almost winter, they did not let the horses get wet. Still, there was something about six horses on the sand that seemed positively antediluvian to Dani. She loved it.

"This is a very good ritual. I wholeheartedly approve!"

After the ride, there were other rituals to observe. Friday evenings, Dani learned, were reserved for Dinner and Board Game Night. Guests arrived for the event and Dani was introduced to a judge, a physical therapist, a police officer, a police dispatcher and a dance instructor. Dani learned that Gail, the dispatcher, and Beth, the instructor, were recently married. Liz, the therapist, and Rae, the patrolwoman, met at Jenn and Chloe's wedding and moved in together shortly thereafter. Holly, the judge, was in the process of getting a divorce. She found it interesting to listen to the stories of how each person became part of this weekly ritual.

Before that ritual could get started, however, there was another ritual. Everyone had to help out in the kitchen despite there being a full staff. Dani knew this ritual did not originate with Frank. She knew how he'd relied on his own staff. She was surprised to see how relaxed he was working elbow to elbow with the actual chefs.

Liz, an atheist, enjoyed talking to Dani. She asked why a preacher would be hanging with so many lesbians and bisexuals. Dani's reply was similar to what she'd said to Jayne earlier. Dani honestly felt that people who were marginalized by "decent society" were God's kind of people. More often than not, Dani felt, it was the so-called normal people who were the trouble makers. Liz agreed with her and sat next to Dani at dinner.

After a delicious meal, the Help Out In The Kitchen Ritual continued with washing the dishes, appliances and floor. Dani was so delighted with the entire dinner that she pulled Marie in for a hug. 

"So far, I think all of your rituals are brilliant," she whispered in Marie's ear.

The game that evening was Trivial Pursuit: Bet You Know It. It was interesting because you did not need to know all the answers. You just needed to know if the other players would know the answer to their question. Everyone else seemed to know to always bet that Chloe would know the answer. People quickly learned to bet that Dani would know any Bible or History trivia. Dani was a little upset at the game. This game was really about knowing the other players. She learned to always bet with Chloe, but everyone there knew that. The only other person she could predict was Frank. Dani did not acquire wedges as quickly as everyone else. Jenn won the game and Marie and Holly quickly followed when they played for second and third places.

Dani was excited to learn that all of the guests would be staying the night. She was learning a lot about the trio she'd be marrying by learning about their friends. Since the game only took an hour, everyone left to change into swimwear and they met again at the outdoor hot tub.

Before she actually got in it, Dani thought outdoor hot tubs in November were the dumbest things in the world. Then she got in. The kitchen staff had left, but all of the guests and their hosts shared the large tub comfortably. Everyone was drinking white wine and there was a wine fridge steps away from the tub. There were outdoor space heaters on the deck. There was a weatherproof plasma TV. They put on a Music Choice station that played classic rock. If this wasn't actually part of the ritual, Dani thought, it needed to be.



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On Monday afternoon, Tony was spotting Trunk as he lifted weights. The two bulls looked nothing alike but had quite a bit in common. Both bulls were once rapists. Once they arrived at Sing Sing, both rapists had become bitches. Once they accepted their place in the world as bitches, both men were allowed to become bulls.

It was a bittersweet day for the two of them. This would be their last workout together. Trunk had been paroled. Tony was happy for his friend, but wondered what it would mean for him. Trunk and he were involved in an unofficial project that tried to teach rapists how to treat other people by raping other rapists. There was more to it than that but, in effect, rapists were treated the way they had treated others and were then shown a better way. Trunk and Tony were the only two candidates who ever graduated to becoming bulls.

Tony was lost in thought about how he would miss his friend when a familiar voice called to him.

"Hey, Scanz! Are you listening to me?" Guard Axelrod, or Axe as everyone called him, was pretending to be angry.

"I am now, sir," Tony replied.

"You've got a visitor."

"I do?" asked Tony.

Axe looked at Tony a little less patiently and asked in reply, "Did I stutter?"

"No, sir. You did not."

Axe chuckled a little and said, "Let's go."

Tony said goodbye to his friend in case he didn't get a chance to later. Trunk and Tony did a handshake/half-hug combination and wished each other well. Tony then followed behind Axe as he was led to the visitors' area. Axe patted Tony down, as was protocol, and then brought him to the visitor's station where a gorgeous woman waited patiently for him behind the glass. Tony recognized the woman immediately. She had visited him a few times before. She was the reason he was in here, in a way. This was the woman he and five of his friends had raped almost three years ago. They picked up their phones together.

"Good afternoon, Tony," she said. "How are you?"

"I'm well, ma'am. Thank you for asking."

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing here," she said with a smile.

"I was wondering that, ma'am, yes."

"As of ten o'clock this morning, I am a partner in a newly formed corporation. We'll be doing a number of philanthropic projects. One of those projects involves rehabilitating convicts. My lawyer is still making some arrangements, but it looks like we'll be able to transfer you to another correctional facility in about a month."

"Why am I being transferred?"

"Because we have arranged for you to be paroled from that prison so that you can reside and work in that area. We've set up the job and contacted a landlord who will be happy to rent to you."

"Where is this?"

"New Jersey."

"You're sending me to Jersey?"

"It's not as terrible as it sounds. You'll transfer to the Camden Correctional Facility and remain there for three weeks. During those three weeks, we'll set up your apartment in Turnersville with furniture and hammer out the clearances for your new job in Washington Township."

"The only one of those places I've heard of is Camden and, no offense, I'd rather stay here."

"I understand what you mean but Turnersville is actually very nice I'm told. We will pay your first year of rent. After that, it's up to you. You'd also be going to high schools in the area to talk to the students about respecting women."

"That part sounds wonderful, ma'am, but why Jersey?"

"We need to know that you won't hook up with old associates and jeopardize this program. Also, one of my partners had a contact from New Jersey who was able to set a lot of this up."

"This is crazy. I can't believe I'm agreeing to this."

"You are?" Marie smiled brightly.

"Yes, ma'am. You said I'd be speaking at high schools. I'll have a chance to stop guys from becoming... well... me."

"I've been speaking to Guard Axelrod about you for some time now. He said you'd be excellent at this."

Further details about this project were discussed and both Marie and Tony grew more enthusiastic as the conversation went on. Axe came up, eventually, to let them know that their time was up. Tony thanked his new benefactor and walked back with Axe.

"I can't believe both of my graduates are leaving me," Axe said finally.

"Am I going to fuck up what you have here, sir?"

"Hell, no, Scanz. Don't even worry about that. I have plenty of good bitch tamers. You take this deal. You're not ever going to get a better offer. I will need you to finish taming the bitch in your cell, though."

"Yes, sir. It will be tamed today."

Axe had them open Tony's cell and then he trotted off quickly. 

Tony's cellmate was on the top bunk reading a magazine with earbuds in. He hadn't noticed Tony's return. Something grabbed his leg and he was yanked off the bunk. He landed hard on the floor. The inmate looked up at the frightening countenance of Scanz.

The inmate said, "I thought you were working out..."

"I was, bitch," Tony said in his Scanz persona. "Now I'm back. I'm glad to see you missed me. Suck my cock. If you do a good job, I'll spit in your ass and use my fingers to stretch it before I fuck it. If you fucking use your teeth again I'm going to grip it and rip it."

The inmate took off his jumpsuit, rolled it up and knelt on it. He kept his back straight and his hands at his sides.

"Good, bitch. That's a good bitch. Open."

The inmate obediently, and yet somewhat perfunctorily, opened his mouth. Tony stroked his cock a few times before placing it on the inmate's tongue. He let it sit there. His bitch did not move. Tony silently counted to eight. The bitch did not move.

"Good bitch. Suck it."

There was nothing pro forma about this blowjob. The bitch had skills. Tony grabbed the back of the bitch's head and fucked his face hard. He slapped the bitch a few times when it looked like the mouth was about to close. Tony wanted this bitch to be perfectly trained. This desire became more important now that he knew he'd be leaving in a month or so.

The bitch behaved well during the face fucking and Tony was true to his word. He carefully prepared the bitch's ass. He spat in the inmate's ass and swirled the spittle around with his finger. He added more spit and slid the finger in the anus up to the first knuckle. He spat a few times more and eventually got the finger all the way in. More careful attention to the ass got a second finger inside. Tony cautiously spread his fingers apart inside the bitch's ass. The bitch moaned but did not make any sounds Tony would associate with pain.

He monitored the sounds and breathing pattern of the bitch vigilantly. He added more spit and more fingers. He sawed his fingers slowly in and out of the tight asshole. He spread his fingers apart and occasionally pulled them out. Each time he removed his fingers, he checked to see how much of a gape was left. When the opening seemed large enough, Tony spat on his dick and slid it in. He stopped and let the inmate acclimate to the intruder.

Tony left his cellmate know that Gentle Time was over with a loud slap on the ass. The bitch yelped in surprise and the ass fucking began. Tony would draw his cock back slowly and slam it back in. He kept this up until the bitch seemed used to it. Then he fucked him hard and fast. The bitch moaned but did not complain.

"Good, bitch. That's a good bitch. Would the bitch like a reach around?"

The bitch gave two nods of his head and Tony's hand searched for and found the inmate's cock. Tony was not gentle as he jerked the inmate off. Tony wasn't very concerned with finesse. He did not try to sync up the jerking of the bitch's cock with the thrusting into his ass. The bitch was being fucked and wanked. Was it the greatest sexual experience a bitch could ever have? Who gave a fuck? He was a bitch and he needed to be taught his place.



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Axe hurried from Scanz' cell to the next inmate Mrs. Melar asked to see. It was Calvin Jefferson, the other person who raped her to still breathe air. 

"Jefferson!" Axe bellowed. "You've got a visitor!"

"I do?" Calvin asked from his bunk.

"Would I say that if you didn't? Get your ass up. I ain't got all day to jaw with you."

Calvin got off his bunk but stayed away from the cell door as Axe called down the row for it to be opened. The doors operated electronically and Calvin always had a twinge of fear that something could go horribly wrong with them at any given time. He silently counted to three before walking through the open door. Axe called for the door to be closed and walked off. Calvin quickly got in step with him. Calvin didn't get many visitors. He'd gotten two since being here. In both cases, it was the white bitch he helped rape checking to make sure he was still there. He imagined it had to be her again and he was ready to tell her to keep her round ass home.

His eyes narrowed, somewhat, when he walked up to the cubicle where she waited for him. Her hand was already on the phone on her side. Axe patted him down and he marched over to his side. At first, he wasn't planning to sit. He was going to pick up his phone, tell the bitch to go home and then leave. There was something in her eyes, though, that stopped him. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't happy to verify the monster was still in his cage. Those were the eyes of a woman who wanted something and a part of him he couldn't identify wanted to know what that was. He took his seat and picked up his phone.

She looked at him carefully and lifted her phone a painfully long moment later.

"Have you learned how to speak to women yet?" she asked with little or no emotion displayed on her face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he asked in anger.

"I'll take that as a 'no.' That won't do. We'll obviously need to change some things."

He said, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"No, you don't," she replied simply. "I spent the better part of the weekend talking to a Presbyterian minister about forgiveness. You're going to change cells and Guard Axelrod is going to help teach you how to treat women."

"How? By ass fucking me?"

Marie replied with a straight face, "If that's what it takes... I'm hoping you'll just talk, though. I've arranged for Tony to be paroled soon. He'll be set up with a job and a place to live. When Guard Axelrod says you're ready, I can make similar arrangements for you."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because sometimes life needs you to accept the people everyone else rejects without asking questions. Sometimes, after you've gone through hell and come out the other side, life asks you to forgive the people who brought you to hell in the first place."

"That's impossible," Calvin said.

"Maybe it is. If God wants us to do it, though, how impossible can it really be?"

"You believe in God?" Calvin asked earnestly.

"I'm getting there. God doesn't make it easy."

"No, God does not." He nodded in agreement and understanding.

Somehow, that was the breakthrough moment. Calvin softened and actually talked to Marie. Calvin's beloved maternal grandmother had gone through hell and came out of it still believing in God. It made an impression on Calvin at a very young age. He could see that same strength resonating in Marie and he agreed to work with Axe.

Marie saw the change in Calvin's eyes. She saw the potential for redemption. She ended their conversation with something she didn't expect to have: hope.

Axe walked Calvin to his new cell. Calvin would take over Trunk's bunk and would eventually fill the void as a bitch tamer.

Marie left the prison and James held the limousine door open for her. Jayne, Frank and Dani had been waiting in the back of the car for her.

"How did it go?" asked Dani.

"I forgave them."

Dani asked, "How do you feel?"

"Better," Marie admitted. "Like my heart isn't as heavy."



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On Tuesday, Dani was all set to go back to her church in Jersey. She and Frank hugged and gave each other a friendly kiss. Jayne followed suit. When it was Marie's turn to say her goodbyes to Dani, she gave the unsuspecting Pastor a surprisingly strong bear hug and a kiss that communicated a plethora of feelings without saying a word.

"Wow," was all Dani was able to say when the two broke for air. Dani was straight and had never considered women to be sexually attractive but she certainly felt things she'd never experienced previously. She understood that this kiss was "goodbye" and "thank you" and a myriad of other relatively innocuous things. She also felt the passion in it. She touched her fingers to her lips a few times before she made it out the door. James had brought her car up and held the door open for her. She thanked him and looked up at the enormous residence before she stepped into her car. She knew she'd have to visit at least two more times before the wedding.



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Twelve days before Marie, Jayne and Frank's wedding, Holly was going over the witness lists for a trial she was going to hear later that week. For the first time as a judge, she looked over the lists and saw a name she knew. Chloe Drasher-Stevens was on the witness list for the prosecution. Holly made a call and recused herself. After getting herself off that trial, she Skyped her redheaded friend on her iPhone.




The Happiest Day of Her Life Ch. 12



"Hey, Chloe."

"Oh, hi, Holls. What's up?"

You're a witness in the Midori Lee trial?"

"How did you... Oh. Yeah. Yes, Judge Sullivan, I am. Do you know who the judge is going to be?"

"It was me until three minutes ago."

"Oh? What happened?"

"I recused myself when I saw your name."

"Good for you. It's very refreshing to see such integrity in this weary world. Do you have your bridesmaid's dress yet?"

"Yes. I'm going to look horrible in plum."

"You'll be fine," Chloe said with a smile that immediately calmed Holly.



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Dori Lee's trial went on for five days but Chloe's involvement lasted less than thirty minutes. Chloe was very good on the stand. She remembered the events exactly, described them perfectly and held up well to cross examination. She never changed her story. The hit and run that put Chloe in the hospital, however, was only part of what Dori was charged with. She assaulted police officers and fled from justice. Dori's appearance had changed since her capture. Her hair had grown out. The blonde hair she was once proud of went from the middle of her ears down to her shoulders. The top of her head was now covered by her natural black color. The dichotomy was striking. Chloe only went to the courthouse on the day she testified. She would later read online that Dori was sentenced to six years in prison.



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One week before the wedding, the engaged trio was split up.

James drove the stretch limousine to the Bridgehampton train station. It was about a quarter to four in the afternoon. Chloe dragged Frank, Dani and Frank's brother, Chris, out and got them to a train on the Montauk line bound for Jamaica, Queens. Jenn wrangled Marie, Holly, Liz and Rae onto the same train. They all disembarked, seven stops later, at the Patchogue station and waited about thirteen minutes for another train that was bound for Jamaica. They rode that train for six stops and got off at the Babylon station. They waited there about six minutes for a train that was heading to Penn Station. Chloe and her party got off, another seven stops later, at the Wantagh station. They walked across Railroad Avenue and entered Mulcahy's. Jenn's party rode the train all the way to Manhattan. Jenn schlepped them over to Times Square and they had dinner at Bubba Gump's Shrimp. 

The waiter was Joel. He was a heavy set man in his twenties with curly hair and glasses. He wore the novelty t-shirt and ball cap uniform as well as any of the other wait staff. He greeted the ladies cheerfully and asked where everyone was from. They said Long Island and he welcomed them to the city.

Joel asked, "Have any of you fine ladies been to Bubba Gump's before?"

"No," said Jenn, "but my wife has been here and she raved about it."

"Right on," said Joel. "Did your wife tell you about the signs?"

"No, she didn't," admitted Jenn.

"That's fine," assured Joel. "It's very simple. Right now the sign is set to 'Run, Forrest, Run.' If everything is fine with your group, you keep the sign right there. However... If, for any reason, someone in your group needs something all you have to do is flip your sign, like so, so that it reads 'Stop, Forrest, Stop.' The next available staff member will come up and get you whatever you need. Got it?" Joel flipped the sign back to "Run, Forrest, Run" and took their drink orders after they assured him they understood the table signs.

When the train left Bridgehampton, James drove back to Tarabella and picked up Jayne, Keri, Alice and two other staff members. He drove them to a lovely little place in East Hampton called Nick and Toni's.

Chloe's group arrived at Mulcahy's at about twenty after six. They arrived before the cover charge was established for the evening. 

Chloe excused herself and Dani to the restroom shortly after they arrived. It was somewhat quieter there and Chloe took a moment before addressing her best friend's friend.

"Dani, I am so sorry. I had no idea you'd be joining us for the bachelor party when I planned everything."

"Chloe, what are you apologizing for? I love this place."

"I'm not sorry for bringing us here. I'm sorry for the next stop on our itinerary."

"Why? Where are we going?"

Chloe whispered the answer in Dani's ear and the young Pastor laughed.

They drank at Mulcahy's until just before eight and then got in a cab Chloe had scheduled to meet them there. The cab went north and west about two miles and took them to Billy Dean's Showtime Café in North Bellmore. Chloe told the others she thought the idea of a married man, his kid brother, a lesbian and a minister walking into a strip club sounded like the setup for a dirty joke. The doors of the strip club opened at eight on the dot. Chloe had ordered a three and a half hour bachelor party package. The package included a high-heeled G-string bikini bartender, two strippers, unlimited beer on tap, unlimited lap dances, a buffet, and a hot oil wrestling show. Chris behaved very awkwardly at first. His wife, Trish, was a very jealous woman and he was afraid of enjoying himself and risking her anger when she arrived in New York with the kids in a few days. In the beginning, he spent most of his time chatting with their bartender.

All of the awkward tension of the evening was disintegrated when Dani got a lap dance.

"Holy shit, that was wild," she said afterwards. "I can see why men would find those appealing." It was as though she'd given everyone else license to relax and enjoy. Chloe had brought tip money for everyone and Dani wound up giving the entire thirty dollars to that one dancer.

Later on, Chloe was sitting next to Dani as each of them was getting a lap dance.

"So, your church is cool with this sort of thing?" Chloe asked Dani over the music.

"What do you mean? Are you asking about my denomination or about my specific congregation? As far as the Presbyterian Church is concerned, I am an adult and... oooh, that's nice... capable of making my own decisions. Ooooh. My church, however, really isn't cool with anything I do so I might as well not worry about them and just enjoy myself. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. What about you? Is your wife cool with a woman in a bathing suit grinding her ass on your crotch?"

"She is as long as I describe everything to her in detail when we get back home and I demonstrate as much as possible for her."

"I like that," said a smiling Dani. "You guys all have really great relationships. Hey, can you tip my stripper? I gave all my bills to the other girl."

"Oh, if I had a dime for every time a minister said that to me..." said Chloe with a laugh and Dani laughed with her.

Later in the evening, Chloe sat between Frank and Dani during the hot oil wrestling. The girls came out and did a little twirl on the stripper pole. There was a warm up. The referee, wearing a black and white striped bikini and a whistle, oiled up the ladies who would be wrestling. The wrestlers were wearing G-string bikinis. The referee went back and forth between the two ladies with what looked like a tall mustard bottle filled with hot oil, poured it on them and rubbed it into all of their exposed skin. When she was satisfied that the wrestlers were suitably lubricated, she walked to the center of the small ring, with one hand holding on to the ropes, and blew her whistle. It was ridiculous and utterly fatuous watching these oily women tossing each other around in the 8X8' ring, but it was also fucking hot. The lubrication made grabbing the opponent extremely difficult. Each wrestler would bounce off the ropes and slam her opponent onto the mat or get clotheslined and fall to the mat, herself. Each girl took turns slamming the other for a while and then they actually looked as though they were wrestling. There were flips and choke slams. The blonde wrestler enjoyed giving elbow drops. The brunette wrestler pulled the blonde down hard after the third elbow drop. She went for the pin, but the blonde flipped her over and won it. Both combatants and the ref finished the show with some pole dancing.

The beer was freely consumed, the dancing was admired and 11:30 arrived much sooner than anyone expected.

The party took a cab back to Mulcahy's, had three rounds for "the road" and crossed the street to get to the train station. They caught the 12:56 train to Babylon.

The alcohol was also flowing very well at Bubba Gump's. The "Stop, Forrest, Stop" sign was displayed several times at their table so more drinks could be ordered.

After a great dinner, Jenn's crew went to Club Elegance on West 39th Street and enjoyed an amazing show of male dancers. It was an interesting place for three lesbians and two bisexual women to go. The two hour show began at nine. The troupe was called HunkOMania and it was soon obvious to the ladies why. The ladies could all appreciate the well sculpted bodies of the male dancers.

The troupe did all the usual group dances. Six men dancing in dress white Navy uniforms. Four men dressed as cowboys. During one of the solo dances, a performer dressed as a doctor asked for a volunteer from the audience. Jenn's group had a table right by the stage. Jenn, Holly, Liz and Rae hooted and hollered as they all pointed to Marie. Marie's face turned red in embarrassment as she was the one selected.

It was a little predictable, but the girls were cheering Marie on throughout the performance. The music playing was Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgood. The dancer wrapped his stethoscope behind Marie's neck. As a nurse, she was impressed it was a real stethoscope and not just a toy one. He used the instrument to pull her head closer to him as his hips gyrated wildly in her general direction. Marie was laughing so hard that tears were forming in her eyes, but she was also getting very excited. It was too difficult to keep her hands to herself so she stopped trying. She stuffed bills into the dancer's G-string. The song ended and the nearly naked dancer escorted Marie back to her seat.

Before the ladies knew what happened, it was eleven and time to leave. They walked their way back to Penn Station and caught the local train to Babylon. Jenn was delighted when her wife and the other three people in that party got on the train at Wantagh.

"You planned it exactly right," Jenn told her.

"Did you ever doubt?" asked Chloe with a big grin. Jenn and Chloe sat next to each other on the train and held hands. They changed trains at Babylon, after a thirty minute wait, and the couple once again took to holding hands. Just about everyone else in the merged group chose to sleep on the train.

Back in East Hampton, it never occurred to Keri to plan a bachelorette party. She reserved the dining room at Nick and Toni's that was all the way in the back of the establishment. After a fantastic dinner, the ladies presented Jayne with her Bridal Shower gifts. Since they were as well endowed as Jayne, the staff members of Tarabella were able to get Jayne a lot of sexy lingerie that actually fit. Keri and Alice had bought quite a bit for her during their latest fittings at Rigby and Peller. It's great to have sexy underwear. It's out of this world when those undergarments fit you like a glove. Jayne thanked and hugged her friends. Before the last gift was opened, Keri called James and asked to be picked up. She felt a little embarrassed when James mentioned casually that theirs was the last group out and the first ones back. Jayne assured her Maid of Honor she'd had a wonderful time. Jayne was always worried about going out to a restaurant with her friend, Alice. Since Alice was one of the chefs at Tarabella, she could be judgmental of other people's cooking. That was probably why they went to Nick and Toni's. Alice loved the food there. This helped Jayne to relax and enjoy her night.



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On the Wednesday before the wedding, Jenn and Chloe were in the Living Room at Tarabella watching the DVD from their wedding. It was Keri's day off, so she joined the loving couple. They were hoping to get ideas for decorating the Ballroom without asking Jayne directly. They skipped the wedding on the beach and focused their attention on the reception. Jenn and Keri took notes when they saw things they liked.

Chloe and Jenn had not been aware that the videographer had asked the guests to give little greetings to the happy newlyweds. They laughed together as they heard some of the often joyous and mostly drunken sentiments passed on to them. The pair became silent when they saw Marie on the screen holding the microphone the videographer had used.

"Oh my God, you two," the image of Marie on the plasma screen said. "I love you both so much. Jenn, my amazing sister, you are so incredible and you don't even realize it. I can't tell you how happy I am for you right now. I am so proud of you. Chloe, my new sister... You're already a part of my family but I'm glad you guys did this. You two are so wonderful together. Don't ever take each other for granted. Jenn and Chloe, may this be the happiest day of your lives and may every day from now on be happier than the one before it. I love you both!"

Another person was speaking on the television screen but the lovers weren't paying any attention. They both had happy tears raining from their eyes. Marie walked by the Living Room and both Chloe and Jenn ran up and hugged her tightly.

"What are you two doing?" the surprised Mistress of the House asked.

"We just saw the message you left for us at our wedding," Chloe explained.

"Oh, God," said Marie. "I'm sorry. I was a little tipsy at that point. I'm sure I was a rambling mess."

"Shut up, Ree," Jenn said. "You were perfect. I love you."



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The night before the wedding was a Friday so some adjustments needed to be made to the Dinner and Board Game tradition. The stretch limousine was stuffed to capacity as James drove everyone to the wedding rehearsal at the church. Dani had been staying at Tarabella since the week before Frank's bachelor party and was smooshed between Chloe and Keri in the limo. The group was in high spirits. There was no doubt among anyone in the car of the love shared by the engaged trio.

The large group bore some resemblance to a team of circus clowns climbing out of a Volkswagon bug when they arrived at Bridgehampton Presbyterian Church at 5:30. Pastor Gene was waiting for them and let them into the church after shaking hands with Dani. The two pastors made an interesting pair. Pastor Gene was an imposingly large African American man but Pastor Dani was actually a couple of inches taller.

Pastor Gene turned on the lights and showed Dani where everything was. The outside of the church was a typical all white church with a tall steeple. The inside was also white, but it was grand and had red carpeting. There were red carpeted steps leading up to the Chancel, where Dani, Frank, Chloe and Chris would stand. There were two separate rooms that could be used as green rooms for Marie and Jayne.

Everything was rehearsed including the procession of the bridesmaids and the two brides being given away by Marie's parents. Dani explained to everyone how the service would go. She explained the exchanging of rings, the vows, the lighting of the candle, and every other step of the process.

Since she didn't quite understand the logistics of three people performing a certain wedding tradition, she let them practice the kiss. The trio appreciated the chance to practice that, as well.

The rehearsal dinner was at The Stone Creek Inn in East Quogue. It was fortunate they'd made reservations because the group took over the dining room they were taken to. The fare was breathtakingly sumptuous. After dinner, Harry Stevens made a little speech.

"Marie's mother and I are very proud of her. We were very happy to pay for her first wedding. We're even happier she's paying for this one and that she paid for her sister's. We love our soon to be son and daughter. I'll admit that I wasn't sure about this at first. That was because Marie told her mother and me without bringing Frank and Jayne with her. Once I saw the three of them together, I got it. May the three of you know much happiness in your lives together."

They crammed themselves back into the limousine and returned to Tarabella. They added chairs to the Dining Room and used the table to play Apples to Apples. Dani had become a huge fan of Dinner and Board Game Night and was glad it could be worked around the rehearsal night. Holly made a joke, the first round that she was judge, that everyone would finally get to see a real judge in action.

Dani had gotten better at knowing how the other participants thought and did very well at Apples to Apples. She won the most cards twice out of the three games they played. Holly won the other game.

After the game, Mr. and Mrs. Stevens, along with their pet, Annie, excused themselves to bed. Most everyone else got changed for the hot tub. At 11:30, Chloe kicked the engaged trio out. They would be sticking to the Tarabella tradition that those who were engaged would stay in separate rooms and the room they normally shared would be vacant. Chloe made sure each of the three was in their new room, and away from the other two, before midnight.



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On the day of the wedding, James drove almost everyone except the trio to the church. Chloe drove Frank, Jenn drove her sister and Keri drove Jayne. They made sure the three did not see each other before the wedding.

Jenn had Marie and Holly cloistered away in a room called Fellowship Hall. There was plenty of room to stretch out and get dressed. Jenn and Holly adjusted to the plum colored dresses they wore as they helped Marie get dressed in her white gown with plum accents. The bridesmaids did her hair and makeup meticulously which helped her to relax. She remembered her first wedding and there were some horrible thoughts in the back of her head of all the ways things could go wrong. She was thankful when Jenn noticed she was working herself up and got her a glass of water to sip.

"Ree, you look radiant. I've checked in with Chloe and Keri. Everything is on schedule and looking great. Are you ready for me to let Mom and Dad in?"

Marie smiled and said, "Yes, I'm ready. Thanks, Jenn."

When Jenn opened the door for their parents, she took the opportunity to step out and walk to the Narthex. Her wife was waiting for her there. Chloe was dressed in a tuxedo and Jenn thought she looked sensational.

Chloe's tux was black with a plum vest and a silver bowtie. Instead of pants, she wore a long black skirt. Her black shoes had three inch heels. Her fiery red hair was brushed out and fell invitingly onto her shoulders.

"How's Frank doing?" Jenn asked her gorgeous wife.

"He's going to make it without puking or passing out, I think. How's your sister?"

"Remembering Trent, I think, but she's going to be great. I better get back before Mom leaves Ree to attend to Jayne. I love you."

Chloe replied, "I love you, too," and gave her spouse a passionate kiss just as the accompanist announced her presence with a piece by Bach played beautifully on the piano.

Jenn managed to get back to Fellowship Hall before Catherine left. She told Marie that the prelude music had started and they had about two more minutes. Marie nodded and carefully dabbed her right eye with a tissue to prevent a tear of joy from ruining her makeup. There was a knock and Jenn opened the door to see Dani in her celebrant's robes.

"Is everyone ok in here?" Dani asked. "We're just about ready to start."

"I'm ready, Dani," Marie said. "Thank you, again, for doing this."

"It's my pleasure, Ree. I've already checked on Jayne. She's very excited and I'll bring Frank out to the Chancel with me. I think we're all ready. I'll meet you at the Chancel in a couple of minutes."