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You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 01

By: MoogPlayer



For those of you who have read my stories, and left me a nice compliment and/or constructive criticism, this tale is for you. I know there will always be those anonymous cowards, who leave foul, nasty and/or ugly comments, but I don't worry about them; they don't matter anyway, and I'll simply delete them In the mean time, for all you kind and gentle souls that I've come to truly love hearing from, as well as writing for, I pray that God richly blesses you all.

MoogPlayer

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This story is different from anything I've ever written; and just to remind everyone, it's a fictional story. So, keep in mind that anything can, and usually does happen in a fictional story. Either way, I hope you like it.

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It was nearing ten o'clock that evening, Lynn wasn't home yet, and both Jen and I started to become a little concerned.

"You don't think anything is wrong, do you?" Jen worriedly asked.

"Of course not," I replied, "We would've heard something by now if that was the case. She's probably running a little late, that's all."

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Chapter One

Hi, my name is Mark Lee Haynes; I stand six feet, three inches tall, and weigh roughly two hundred and twenty pounds. I have long dark brown, almost black, hair, and azure blue eyes. I'm a sessions player, or, as it is sometimes called, a studio musician, and I live and work in Nashville Tennessee.

When I was in my late twenties, I was a road player, meaning that I played with different big name recording artists while they were out on the road performing. I did this for a little over ten years, but once I grew older, and I'm in my early fifties now, I settled down, and by the grace of God, was able to make a name for myself as a sessions player. That meant that I didn't have to spend months at a time away from home to make a living playing music which, by the way, I'm a keyboard player. 

I made more money playing in the studio as opposed having to go out on the road, once I seriously committed myself to doing studio work. However, let me tell you right now, it's not a living that you can just come to Nashville and start doing, right off the bat. You have to "pay your dues" as they still say even today. Then, and only then, you have to be asked and/or invited by producers/studio owners to come and play. 

Most importantly though, you also need to be aware of the musicians who have not only been here longer, but have been playing sessions for years. These are also the same people whose respect you'd better damn well earn if you're seriously trying to stand in their ranks to be not only recognized, but accepted by them as one of their peers...a lot of these same people are also Grammy, and/or Oscar winners...Do you see what I mean now?

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Anyway, back to the story...I went into the Navy when I was seventeen because I got busted by the police for having two pounds of Marijuana in the trunk of my car. It was by pure luck the pot was all in one bag, making them charge me with Felony Possession of a controlled substance. However, back then, and it was only for first time felony offenders, the authorities were allowed to make the offer of either time in the military as opposed to time in prison so; of course I took their offer and enlisted into the military.

I ended up spending eight years in the Navy, and during the first two years I went through the training required to be a Navy Corpsman, which, also qualified me to be part of a Marine Corps unit. However, not very long after I was attached to the Marines, we started seeing plenty of action in Beirut, Lebanon in the early, to mid Eighties. 

I won't go into detail about my time in the service, because that's not what this story is about. Still though, the things I saw, I don't wish on anyone, and then there's the fact that I lost some very good friends over there so; I'll simply leave it at that, okay?

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When I got to college, I was what you would call an adult student, even though I was only twenty-five at the time. While I was in the Navy, I followed my Dad's advice, he's a retired Navy Fighter Pilot himself; and made sure that I took the necessary college accredited courses that I would need to go to college once I was out of the service. I was very fortunate to have been able to facilitate the U.C.L.A. Annex College, which, at that time, was available to service men and women who were stationed on the west coast.

I got most of my academic courses out of the way like, English classes, History classes, and Mathematics related classes like Algebra, Trigonometry, Calculus, and Elementary Analysis. However, once I got to college I got to C.L.E.P. my Government classes, as well as a couple of other ones which were basically Social Studies, classes. This also meant that almost all of my classes, when I began to attend a real university, were related to my major, which, of course, was music. 

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I'm not going to mention the name of my college in this story, mostly because my friends would be pissed off because I didn't use any of their names, ha-ha. But I will tell you this, it is the leading jazz and contemporary music university in the United States so; you figure it out. 

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Because I went into the military before 1978, I got the old GI Bill, you know, the one that pays for everything. And this is the reason I mention it...Before I even registered as a music student I went, out of not only courtesy, but respect, to the head of the Music Department, a man who, for the purposes of this story, we'll call Dr. Leon Brown, and introduced myself.

"Hello, Doctor Brown," I smiled, extending my hand, "My name is Mark Haynes, and I'd like to get your permission to be in the Music Department, sir."

"Is that right?" he grinned, shaking my hand, "What instrument do you play, Mark?"

"I'm a piano/keyboard player, sir," I respectfully replied, the rigidity of having served with the Marine Corps still in me, "I've been playing for twenty years, Doctor Brown, and I can hold my own anywhere you put me, sir."

"You're rather sure of yourself, aren't you?" he heartily laughed, "What kind of music do you like?"

"Rock and Progressive Rock," I replied, "Mostly Progressive Rock, with some Jazz, too."

"Alright then," Doctor Brown interestedly replied, "When can I hear you play?"

"Any time you want," I grinned, "My schedule is wide open."

"Okay," he excitedly smiled, "Come to my office at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

And then after receiving directions to his office, I shook his hand and humbly told him, "I want to thank you for this opportunity, sir."

"You're welcome, son," he knowingly replied, "But I need to ask you something, Mark; do you mind?"

"No, sir," I smiled, "Ask me anything you want to."

"You're a combat veteran," he stated, "Aren't you?"

"Yes," I defensively replied, "Is there a problem with that, sir?"

"Take it easy, kid," Dr. Brown gently smiled, "You're among friends."

"How did you know?" I asked, "I mean, I don't understand..."

"Relax, Mark," he calmly interrupted, patting my shoulder "I did two tours in "The Nam" so; if you ever need someone to talk to, you can always come and talk to me any time...my door is always open to you, kid."

"Thank you, sir," I respectfully told him, "I really appreciate it, Doctor Brown."

"No problem," he grinned, "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yes sir," I smiled, "At two o'clock in your office."

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I went apartment hunting that afternoon, and was extremely surprised to find a three bedroom house that I was able to lease for a little bit of nothing. It belonged to an older couple, Mr. James Brance, and his wife, Elaine. Their children were both grown and had homes and families of their own; and because they no longer had need of such a large home, they moved into a small condominium and leased the house to me.

I showed them a copy of my discharge papers, as well as my ID. Mr. Jim and Ms. Elaine, which was what they preferred being called, took down my information so that they could run a background check on me, and told me that they would let me know as soon as they heard something.

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Two days later they called me wanting to know how soon I could move in, and were ecstatic when I told them that I could move in immediately. 

"This really doesn't seem very fair to you," I said, when I signed the lease, "I feel like I should be paying more."

"I served thirty years in the Marine Corps, son," Mr. Jim grinned, "And any Corpsman who's saved as many wounded Marines as General Castleman says you have, is welcome to anything I've got."

"You talked to General Castleman?" I asked smiling, "He was my Commanding Officer...a great guy, too."

"I've known Charlie Castleman ever since Korea, when he was nothing but a green, snot-nosed Second Lieutenant," Mr. Jim laughed, "You should've seen him back then. He was just a boy."

"You were all boys, honey," Elaine smiled, "You'll have to forgive him, Mark. Sometimes he rambles on and on about the Marine Corps."

"That's alright, ma'am," I proudly replied, "He's earned the right."

"Oh, no," Elaine teased, "Not another one."

"Semper Fi," I growled, to Mr. Jim, smiling.

"Ooo Rah," he growled back, grinning.

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That afternoon in Dr. Brown's office, where, of course he had a piano, he had me sight reading, both vocally as well as instrumentally, for about an hour. Then he laid eight different pieces of sheet music, all of which I was very familiar with, on the piano for me to play.

Granted, I'd played these pieces before, many times. However, it had been at least eight to ten years since I'd even seen them, and I felt like I was basically playing them cold. Still though, I managed to get through them with as few mistakes as possible, receiving Dr. Brown's praise after I'd finished playing.

"You did extremely well," he smiled, "It sounded to me like it's only been yesterday since you played them."

"I've played these pieces many times before today, and I think you very much for such a nice compliment, sir," I told him, "But it's been a very long time since I've played any of them, almost ten years."

"I would worry about it too, much," he knowingly grinned, "I think you'll do very well here; and I'm so sure of it, that I'm going to give you a scholarship, Mark, a full four year scholarship."

"Jeez, Doctor Brown," I excitedly grinned, "I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," he chuckled, handing me a four sheets of paper, all of which bore his signature, "Just take these to the registrar's office and you'll be good to go."

"Thank you," I replied, "I just signed the lease this morning on a house not more than a block away from here."

"Because of the fact that you're considered an adult student, it means that you don't have to live in the dorms your freshman year," he explained, "But because of your background, I do expect you to set an example for "the kids", as he called my younger peers and classmates."

"Yes sir," I respectfully replied, "I'll do my very best, Doctor Brown."

"I know you will, Mark," he told me, "That's one of the reasons I gave you your scholarship."

Because the GI Bill was paying for my tuition, books, and everything else involved with my education, I deposited the scholarship money into my bank account. I'd told Dr. Brown that the military was going to take care of all things concerning my education, and that the scholarship money wasn't necessary; and also that he should give it to another student who needed it more.

However, he insisted that I take it, saying, "You never know when you might need it."

"Again, I thank you, sir," I smiled, "We're going to have a lot of fun these next four years."

"Yes we are, kid," he knowingly replied, "Yes we are..."

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I spent the rest of the day excitedly moving my things into the new house that I was going to be living in for the next four years. My parents gave me the furniture that was once owned by my grand mother before she passed away, to put into the house so that not only would I have a decent bed to sleep in, but some things to furnish the rest of the house as well.

The house itself had thirty-five hundred square feet of floor space. There were three bedrooms, with a full bathroom in the hallway which serviced two of the bedrooms, and a full bathroom off of the Master Bedroom.

It had a great room with a kitchen off of it, as well as a back patio. But what I loved the most was the kitchen, man, it was huge. And because both my mother and grandmother had taught me how to cook at a young age, I knew that I was going to have plenty of room to cook whatever my heart desired so; needless to say, I was very excited.

The best part of it all though, was the pool in the back. It had a removable glass covering so that I could use it all year round. Mr. Jim took the time to not only show me how to clean it, but also how to maintain the chemical balance in the water, and the overall maintenance as well.

"Look at it this way, Mark," he lecherously grinned, "You'll be able to bring your girlfriends in this thing any time you want."

"That sounds great; Mister Jim," I chuckled, "But I don't have a girlfriend."

"Don't worry about that one bit, m'boy," he laughed, patting me on the back, "As soon as the word gets out that you have a swimming pool at your house, the girls will flock to you like a moth to a flame, hehehe...trust me, kid."

"James Thomas Brance," Ms. Elaine gasped, scolding him, "You don't need to be corrupting that young man's mind anymore than the Marine Corps already has."

"Leave him be, dear," Mr. Jim chuckled, winking at me, "He'll figure it out, and will be a finer man for it."

Little did I realize at the time that I would come to learn just how right he was?"

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Classes weren't going to convene for another ten days, which gave me plenty of time to get all of the errands that I needed to take care of completed. I had to buy some new sheets for the beds, new dishes, and last but most certainly not least, enough groceries to last me for at least the up coming month.

In the eight years I spent in the Navy, I managed to save forty-five thousand dollars, which was alot of money back then. I mean, hell, I hardly ever went on leave, maybe ten days here or there, and then that was only long enough to come home and see my family. I'm an only child, and unfortunately I have no siblings, only Mom, whose name is Tessa, and Dad, whose name is Michael, or just plain old Mike to everyone but Mom, ha ha, she insisted on calling him by his full name.

That was the reason I was able to lease the house that I was living in, as well as get myself a nice used vehicle that was in impeccable shape. It was a Ford, F-250 Econoline Van, which I had painted black. It was very clean on the inside and I got it for a great price. After all, I was going to need something to haul my musical equipment back and forth to school in so; the van fit the role perfectly. 

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It was during the month of August that classes began, and I knew that I was going to enjoy being there after my very first class that morning. And although I felt a little out of place among the kids that I attended classes with, I knew that I would do well in college.

I went to my piano class, and met the lady, Miss Julie Hanover, that would soon become one of my two favorite teachers.

Of course we all had to play something in front of our peers that first morning in order for Miss Hanover to determine what our level of proficiency was. I didn't know why I was the last one to play until after class was over, and then she asked me to remain behind for a few moments.

"What're you doing in this class, Mister Haynes?" she asked me smiling, "Doctor Brown already talked to me about you, and I really don't think there is anything that I could teach you."

"I don't know about all of that," I respectfully replied, "But I do know that I have to have your class in order to graduate...The college won't let me take a C.L.E.P. exam so, it looks like I'm going to be here anyway."

"I'll tell you what," she grinned, "If you help me teach these kids, I'll guarantee you that you'll gat an "A" in this class. What do you say?"

"Well, I don't have any teaching experience," I smiled, "But I'll do the very best I can."

"That's perfect, Mark," she happily replied, "I'm looking forward to working with you."

"Thanks, Miss Hanover" I smiled, "This is going to be something new for me."

"And I'm more than certain that you're going to be great at it," she smiled, "Oh, by the way, you can call me Julie, okay?"

"No problem," I smiled, "Thanks again, Miss...Err...I mean, Julie." 

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That afternoon I had a creative writing class that I was required to attend. My teacher's name was Dr. Marsha Briggs, and she, too, was as nice as could be. And it was safe to say that I liked her from the very start.

As far as her looks went, she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a figure to die for. She stood somewhere around five feet, seven inches tall, and couldn't have weighed any more that one hundred and twenty pounds at the very most. 

Her measurements were proportionate to her height; and as a matter of fact, she and Julie Hanover were built very similar, except that Julie was dark haired and dark eyed. Still though, there was something about Marsha Briggs that I couldn't quite put my finger on at the time, but I could somehow feel that there was something very special about her, very special indeed.

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After my classes were over for that day I went home to relax and have an afternoon snack. I was extremely surprised when I heard my telephone ringing and even more surprised when I found out who was calling me.

"Hello?" I said, into the receiver.

"Hi, Mark," replied a familiar female voice, "This is Rachael, how are you?"

"Rachael MacArthur?" I exclaimed, "What're you doing calling me, and how did you get this number?"

Rachael MacArthur was my old high school girlfriend, who turned her back on me when I got busted, and this was the first time that I'd heard anything from her since then, and that was almost nine years ago. So, it was with a mixture of not only shock, but a little bit of anger that I answered her.

"Your Mom gave me your number," she meekly replied, "I hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind," I replied, once I'd calmed down slightly, "What do you want?"

"Well," she began, "I was wondering if it were possible for us to get together and talk. I wanted to apologize to you for before."

"Before what," I asked, "Before I got busted and you turned your back on me, or before I went into the Navy and you called me a miserable dope dealer. Which is it, Rachael?"

"I'm really sorry about all of that, Mark," she said, "Can I at least come and see you, and maybe apologize in person...and then maybe you can forgive me?"

"I forgave you a long time ago," I coolly replied, "But I'm not the same person I used to be back then, and I really don't want to see you either."

"Why are you acting this way, Mark?" she began to cry, "I'm trying to tell you how sorry I am, can't you understand that?"

"I understand perfectly," I chuckled, "And believe me, no one knows how sorry you really are more than me. Look, I'm trying to be nice and tell you that I don't want anything more to do with you. Can you understand that?"

"You're such an asshole," was the last thing I heard her say before I hung the phone up, and then walked back into the kitchen shaking my head.

Of course, back in the day, Rachael was as beautiful as they came, but when I got busted, she treated me like a leper, kicking me while I was down by turning her back on me. I don't know about you, dear reader, but it's a sorry individual that does things like that, regardless of the circumstances.


You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 01



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That night, I took a nice long swim before I went to bed, ensuring that I would sleep like a baby when I finally did lie down. And as I thought about all the things that had taken place that day, I smiled, knowing that not only was I going to do well in college, but also that I had handled the conversation I'd had earlier with Rachael perfectly, not raising my voice one bit, trying my very best to be as civilized as possible, regardless of how I truly felt about her...the bitch..

I knew that perhaps I might've been a little harsh with her, but like I've already said, when it came right down to it; she turned her back on me after she'd professed her undying love for me not two days prior. I may sound like I'm going on a bit too much about it; but that is something, which, regardless of the circumstances, except cheating, I could've never done, not in a million lifetimes, and I most certainly was not going to put up with it from her, end of story.

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Chapter Two

I woke up at five o'clock the next morning feeling new and refreshed. The first thing I did after I got out of bed was to jump in the pool, naked, and swim ten laps before breakfast. To say that it felt good would be an understatement, as I hadn't had the opportunity to do something like this since I first got out of boot camp, and then was attending my Hospitalman "A" School, while I was going through training in the Navy.

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That morning at college began a day that I'll long remember for the rest of my life. It was also the day that I met one of two girls, both of whom eventually became the most beautiful souls I would ever know.

After my piano class with Julie Hanover was finished, I had it every day; the next class I had that morning was Psychology 101, with Dr. Richard "Dick" Barnes; and he was one of the greatest men I'd ever had the honor of meeting. I didn't realize it yet, but he would also be the same man that would help me overcome the demons that I'd yet to face, that were just beyond the horizon, and would be coming for me...much sooner than I ever expected.

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"Excuse me, Mister Haynes," Dr. Barnes smiled, after class, "Do you have a few minutes to spare? I was hoping that you and I could talk."

"Sure," I smiled, "What can I do for you, Doctor Barnes?"

"Please don't be offended," he replied, "But Doctor Brown told me that you're a combat veteran, and I wanted to speak with you about that, if you don't mind."

"Alright," I sighed, "What would you like to know, sir?"

"Please, come into my office," he cordially smiled, "That way no one can hear what we talk about."

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"Okay, Doctor Barnes," I said, once we were seated in his office, "What would you like to know, sir?"

"I'll get right to the point, Mark," he kindly smiled, "Are you familiar with the term, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?"

"I've heard of it," I truthfully answered, "But I'm really not all that familiar with it."

"I'll tell you what it is," he said, "We combat veterans are the most susceptible to it, and..."

"Uh, excuse me, Doctor," I politely interrupted, "What do you mean by we combat veterans?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he chuckled, "I did three tours in Vietnam. I thought you knew that."

"No, sir," I proudly smiled, "I didn't know that, but I'm glad that I do now."

"Oh, really," he curiously smiled, "And why is that?"

"Because I can finally talk to someone normal," I told him, "Someone who really understands where I'm coming from."

"That's why I wanted to have this conversation with you, Mark," Dr. Barnes smiled, handing me his card, "I wanted to let you know that you can come talk to me any time of the day, or night, for that matter."

"Thank you, Doctor Barnes," I genuinely replied, rising from my seat, "It means a great deal to me to hear you say that, sir."

"It's no problem at all, Mark," he smiled, "Call me anytime."

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That evening when I got home, I watched a little television while I ate supper, and then did my homework while my food settled. And when I was finished, I jumped into the pool, and then swam some laps until I was tired; where afterwards; I took a shower and then went to bed. 

As I lay in my bed listening to some soft music, I began to think about how lonely it was around the house, and that maybe a couple of room mates would be cool to have. However, I decided that I wanted my room mates to be female, because as far as girls go, and I'm speaking from experience here, most of them have a tendency to be much neater than guys.

I'd had a female room mate while I was in training in the Navy, and yes, we lived off base. She and I got along great, and because I'm kind of anal when it comes to keeping a clean house, having a female there was perfect. So; before I went to sleep, I wrote myself a reminder to check into it tomorrow when I got on campus.

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I at least wanted a room mate who was not only female, but majoring in some kind of music field so as to at least have something in common with any potential room mates. So, the next morning, I posted a note on the bulletin board in the Music building that was very specific in its description of what I was looking for in a room mate. I left my name and phone number, and also that I would be available after five o'clock in the afternoon, if they wanted to reach me.

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It was almost four o'clock when I got home that afternoon, and I had just enough time to make myself a quick snack, before I started in on my homework. That day was a Wednesday, and it just so happened that I had a pop-quiz coming up in my music theory class on the following Friday so; I studied my ass off for that test in order to be on top of my game while I was in school.

I knew that college wasn't going to be easy by any means. Still though, being in the military had given me a drive unlike a regular college student; and I felt secure in knowing that I would be prepared to rise to any challenge I was given...especially after having been through the horror that was Beirut, Lebanon during the early part of the Eighties. Suddenly, I was broken from my reverie by the ringing of the telephone...

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"Hello," I said, into the receiver.

"Hi," responded a female voice, "I'm looking for Mark Haynes."

"That's me," I smiled, "What can I do for you?"

"My name is Jennifer Bradley," she nicely replied, "And I was calling about the note you posted on the bulletin board in the music building; the one about needing a room mate."

"Would you like to come to the house," I asked, "Or would you like me to meet you out somewhere in public?"

"I think it'll be okay if I come to the house," she suddenly giggled, "Why, you're not a serial killer, are you?"

"Not for a long time now," I laughed, teasing her, "Have you got a pen and something to write on?"

Once she'd told me where she was, I gave her directions to my house and then hung up the phone after she informed me that she would be here in about twenty minutes. I suddenly began to smile, the reason for it being way beyond me, but I still wore a happy grin on my face, none the less

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"Hello, Miss Bradley," I smiled, opening the front door to greet her, "Please, come in and make yourself at home."

"You can call me Jennifer," she sweetly giggled, as she walked into my house, "Wow, this is a nice house."

"Thank you," I replied smiling, as we sat down at the kitchen table, "Tell me about you. How old are you? What is your major? That type of thing."

"Let me see," she began smiling, "I'm twenty years old, I'm majoring in Cello, because I want to either play with an Orchestra, or become a teacher; and I'm very anal when it comes to keeping a clean house."

"Good," I chuckled, "Me, too," Then after quoting her the price that I wanted for rent, I looked at her and said, "Can you handle that?"

"I'll make a deal with you," she impishly grinned, "If you let me move in, I'll pay the rent up for the whole year, how does that sound?"

"It sounds great," I gladly smiled, "When can you move in?"

"Is today too soon," Jennifer giggled, pulling her check book out of her purse, "I'll write the check right now if you'd like."

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To make a long story short, suffice it to say that Jennifer moved in, and had her room halfway set up by the time I went to sleep that night

I'm sure you want to know what she looked like so, let me take a moment to describe her.

Jennifer Bradley stood five feet, seven inches tall; and weighed somewhere around one hundred and twenty pounds. Her long hair flowed gently down her back in waves of honey blonde, stopping right past her beautifully tight, but wonderfully round ass. 

She was wearing a tee shirt that day, but I could only hope that her beautiful 38D breasts were something to behold once unencumbered. Her skin was soft and tan, evenly colored throughout her body. She had an almost elfin face, and her eyes were a sharp Emerald Green, captivating, yet still gentle at the same time, definitely placing her in a class all by herself.

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I didn't have a class that next morning until ten a.m. so; imagine my surprise when I was awakened by the smell of something really good being cooked in the kitchen, wafting down the hall and into my bedroom. Needless to say, I got out of bed, put on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and then followed the smell, or should I say, aroma, down the hallway to the kitchen.

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My eyes were pleasantly greeted by the sight of Jennifer in a long, but not quite long enough, tee shirt. The bottom of her ass was barely covered, but the long and beautiful bare legs which flowed from beneath what I was certain, was probably a spectacular ass, held me in a trance.

"Good Morning," Jennifer smiled, breaking me from my reverie.

"Uh, good morning to you, too," I feebly replied, knowing that she had busted me looking at her ass and legs. Still though, she said nothing about it.

"I'm making some breakfast," she giggled, "Would you like me to make something for you?"

"That would be nice," I replied, relieved, "Thank you."

"Sit down, Tiger" she knowingly grinned, "Let me get you a cup of coffee." And after telling her where I kept the coffee cups, I watched as she reached up into the cabinet, which made her tee shirt rise and expose her nearly bare ass. It was the perfect shape with tan lines ending midway up her ass cheeks.

The thing about it was, she purposefully showed me her ass, saying, "It's alright if you look, Mark, that let's me know that I haven't been wasting my time in the gym."

Finally giving in, I looked at her smiling, and replied, "If you show it, then I'm going to look."

"Any time, Tiger," she giggled, handing me a cup of coffee, "Any time at all..."

And it was at that moment that the beginnings of deep and loving friendship was formed that still lasts to this day, because she...Ooops, I'm getting ahead of myself, sorry. 

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After I got home from class, I relaxed, knowing that I wouldn't have another class for the rest of the day. It was twelve, noon, the sun was shining brightly; and because she didn't have any classes at all that day; Jennifer was sunning herself by the pool, wearing the tightest, smallest bikini that I'd ever seen.

"Hey you," I grinned, walking out onto the pool deck, "Nice bikini!"

"You like it?" she giggled, her eyes covered by a pair of RayBans™ sun glasses, "I hoped you would."

"Why, Jennifer," I suddenly asked, not knowing why, "Why would you care what I think when I'm only your room mate?"

She sat up smiling, removed her sunglasses, and then while patting the cushion on the chaise lounge she was sitting in, she looked at me and sweetly said, "I want you to go inside and put on some shorts. Then I want you to come back out and sit down here next to me, Mark, because I want to tell you something."

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"Okay," I grinned, sitting down next to her on the lounger, "What do you want to tell me, Jennifer?"

She took a deep breath, and after smiling at me, began, "The reason I've been a little more than familiar with you, is because, number one, you're a guy, and your opinion on how I look means everything to me. Number two, I think that you're the sweetest guy I've ever met, and last but certainly not least," as a naughty smile crept across her face, "You're a good looking son of a bitch, and my sorority sisters are all jealous as hell because I get to live here with you in this house." 

"Wow," I smiled, my face turning bright red, "I don't know what to say." 

"Don't say anything," she giggled, leaning over and very lightly touching my lips with her own, "Just enjoy it, handsome," and then she stood up and beckoned me into the pool with her.

That was also the day that I discovered that there truly were some good girls left in the world, and that I had been blessed to have such a girl for a room mate. We had fun for the rest of that day, and when the evening came, neither of us felt like cooking so; we decided to go out to dinner.

~~~~~~

Because I was new to town and barely knew my way around, Jennifer took me to a restaurant/bar called, "Jericho's Bar & Grill". When we got to the restaurant, Jennifer took my arm, and giggled, "Let me hold your arm, because it will make me look good."

"Is that right?" I chuckled, offering her my left arm, "Well, here it is, silly girl."

~~~~~~

It hadn't been more than two minutes after we'd sat down, when a girl who had introduced herself as Lynn, appeared at our table to take our order.

"Hey, Jen," Lynn smiled, looking at me, "Is this him?"

"Hey, Lynn," Jennifer smiled back, making it obvious that they knew one another, "Let me introduce you to my room mate, Mark Haynes." And then Jennifer turned to me and said, "Mark, this is one of my best, if not my very best friends in the whole world, Miss Lynn Chandler, and she's a pianist, Mark, just like you."

"Hi, Mark," Lynn meekly replied, "It's very nice to meet you."

"Hello," I smiled, "It's nice to meet you, too."

"Have you found a place to live yet, girl?" Jennifer knowingly asked.

"Not yet," Lynn exasperatedly replied, "But I'm still looking."

And then without any hesitation whatsoever, I blurted out, "I've got an extra room at my house."

"That's right," Jennifer excitedly smiled, "And I know you can afford it, Lynn."

Of course Lynn asked me how much I wanted per month for rent, and after I told her, she grinned from ear to ear and said, "That's great; just tell me how soon I can move in."

"Would tomorrow be okay?" I grinned, "My first class ends at ten thirty, and then I don't have another one until two so; that gives you plenty of time."

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Lynn giggled, "Now, what would you guys like to eat?"

Jennifer had the cracked crab, while I had shrimp scampi, with two rock lobster tails, and after Lynn had turned and walked away, Jennifer took my hand, and then smiled at me and said, "See? I told you that you were the sweetest man I've ever known, Mark. You didn't have to do that."

"Tell me why not?" I asked, "She's a friend of yours so, that's all the reference I need. Plus, my heart tells me the same good things about her that it did about you."

"Why hasn't some girl snatched you up yet?" she softly asked, "Whoever the woman is that gets you is going to be one lucky girl."

"Thanks, Jen," I quietly told her, softly squeezing her hand, "It means a lot to me to hear you say those things."

There's no need to thank me," she sweetly replied , "It's easy to tell the truth."

~~~~~~

Nothing was said on the way home that night, as Jennifer simply rode next to me with a warm smile across her face.

~~~~~~

"Doc, Doc, I'm hit," cried Jake Ross, who was lying wounded, not more than a hundred feet from me. However, I was pinned down by terrorist gunfire and couldn't reach him.

"Hang on, Buddy," I told him, "I'll be right there."

"No, Doc, you can't reach him without losing your own life," Gunnery Sergeant Hal Markinson, said, "You're going to stay right here, and that's an order."

All at once the mortar fire began to rain down on us like the thunder of Zeus himself, and right before the last round hit, I saw Jake looking at me with fear written all over his face, and then he was gone, the mortar round having obliterated his whole body, exploding right before my eyes.

"JAKE," I yelled, "NOOOOOOO..."

"Mark," I heard Jennifer's voice call, somewhere off in the distance, "Mark, wake up, you're having a bad dream. WAKE UP...." 

"Ahhhh..." I cried, opening my eyes to find myself back in my bedroom at home, with Jennifer crying, with her arms around me, holding me closely to her.

"Are you alright?" she sniffled, "You scared me to death."

"Yeah, I'm okay," I replied, trying to catch my breath, "I'm sorry for waking you up."

"It's okay, sweetie," she tenderly and compassionately spoke, while still gently holding me against her body, "But you and I need to talk as soon as possible, Mark. I'm worried about you."

"I'll be alright," I smiled looking at my bedside clock to discover that it was barely three in the morning, "It's still early, and we both have class tomorrow. Why don't you try to get some sleep?"

"No problem," she giggled, scooting down in my bed beside me, and then pulling the sheet up over the both of us, "See you in the morning, handsome."

"Would you like to tell me what you think you're doing, Miss Jennifer?"

"That's easy," she giggled, "I'm going to lay here next to you and chase away your nightmares."

"You don't have to do this," I said, "Why don't you go sleep in your own bed?"

"Yes, I do have to do this," she told me, in no uncertain terms, "And I'm going to sleep right here whether you like it or not," and then with that said, she leaned over and turned off my bedside lamp, then kissed me on the cheek and said, "Good night, Mark."

"I'll be damned," I laughed, lying back down.

"Yep," she giggled, "You probably will be if you don't listen to me."

~~~~~~

When I opened my eyes the next morning, the bed was empty and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled my nose. And once again, I put on a pair of pants and a tee shirt, and then, with my nose, followed the aroma to the kitchen.

~~~~~~

As opposed to what I saw the previous morning, my eyes were greeted by Jennifer wearing clothes this time, and when she looked at me, she smiled, poured me a cup of coffee, and then bringing it to the table, said, "Good morning, handsome," and then set the cup down on the table, kissing me on the cheek in the process.

"I'll be gone for most of the day," she informed me, "But be sure to tell Lynn, when she gets here, that I said 'hello' okay?"

"Yes, Miss Jennifer," I teased, "I aim to please, Missy."

"Oh, shut up," she giggled, lightly smacking me on the arm, "And don't call me Missy...Buster."

I simply grinned at her, still not being able to keep from looking at her hot ass as she walked out of the back door.

It wasn't too long after that, that I had to get ready for class myself. However, in doing so, I knew that I was almost dressed, save for combing my hair and brushing my teeth. After those morning rituals had been completed, I walked out of the house, locking it behind me on the way.

~~~~~~

I managed to make it back to the house in a little over ten minutes after my morning class ended. My house is only a short distance from the college campus so; there was never a matter of being either pressed for time, or the need to worry about traffic when it came to attending classes, I was never late, not ever.

~~~~~~

It was a little after eleven o'clock that morning when Lynn appeared at the front door. I also think that now is probably as good a time as any to describe what she looked like. Lynn Chandler stands five feet four inches tall, and weighs about a hundred and fifteen pounds.




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 01



She was wildly beautiful, no doubt, and her lithe little body proudly held her 34B-cup breasts, pert, and proudly standing high, not to mention, she also had a hot, ripe ass that openly screamed to be ravaged. 

However, what affected me the most profoundly about her, were her piercing blue eyes, mixed with an olive complexion and long black hair that fell to her shoulders, all of which, after only having seen her once the night before, allowed me the opportunity to take a second look at her in the open daylight.

~~~~~~

"Good, morning," she happily chirped, when I opened the door, "Let me start off by saying thank you, Mark, and I..."

"Hey, welcome home," I smiled, politely interrupting her and taking the suitcase she had in her right hand, "Let me show you to your new room."

~~~~~~

After I'd shown Lynn where everything was, she handed me the agreed upon money, in cash, for which I was more than prepared, writing her a receipt on the spot.

"I hope you like living here," I smiled, "Jennifer speaks very highly of you."

"She speaks very highly of you, too, Mark," Lynn knowingly smiled, "Why didn't you tell me last night that you had a pool, you stinker?"

"I don't know, I didn't really think about it then," I chuckled, "But I figured it would be a nice surprise, am I wrong?"

"No, you're not," she delightfully giggled, her brilliantly white perfect teeth making me weak at the knees, "But I can tell that you're a brat so; a girl had better be on her toes around you, huh?"

"Nah," I teased, "You're as safe here as you would be in your mother's arms."

"I know, and I believe it, too," Lynn said, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. Then hopping up and sitting next to me, she gently placed her arms around my neck and said, "Don't be mad at Jen for telling me about your bad dream last night, but if I'm going to live here, too, then I want you to know that me and Jen are going to love those nightmares out of you, Mark."

To this day I still don't know, well, actually I do, why I did what I did next. All at once my heart began to feel like it was breaking wide open, and for reasons unknown to me at the time, I suddenly broke down and began to bitterly weep, while my beautiful Lynn held onto me, not letting go.

"Shh," she tenderly whispered, "You're around people who care for you, and you're safe. Shh...it's okay, sweetie."

I must've lain in the safe comfort of her arms for a good ten minutes before I took a breath and sat back, staring into Lynn's eyes, saying nothing.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Lynn softly asked, as I nodded my head, "We're not going to let anything hurt you ever again, Mark, you can count on that."

~~~~~~

After I helped Lynn get the bulk of her belongings into the house, it was getting time for me to have to leave in time to get to my last class of the day.

"Will you be alright getting the rest of your things?" I asked her, "I would stay and help you finish, but I've got to go to class."

"Go to class, sweetie," she smiled, "I'll be finished when you get back, and then we'll sit down and talk some more."

~~~~~~

As I drove to class, I smiled at the thought about how Jennifer, and now Lynn, had both somehow managed to get under my skin in such a short amount of time, and I somehow and unexplicably knew that it wouldn't be long before they made their journey into my heart.

I know that it must sound insane, but that's what was going on inside of my head, and for the life of me; I couldn't figure out why my heart was feeling the way that it was. I mean, hell, I barely know these girls. Yet, all I thought of, no matter how strangely it sounds, were the comfort of Lynn's arms...a safe place for me to go when I felt sad. Little did I know what lay in store for me in the not too distant future?

~~~~~~

When I arrived back home after class that evening, I was pleasantly surprised to find that both Jennifer and Lynn were in the process of making dinner for us; and the aroma coming from the kitchen was making my mouth water, to say the very least.

"Hey," I smiled, walking into the kitchen, "What smells so good in here?"

"We're making some chicken tortilla soup," Lynn happily replied, "And it's almost ready to eat so; go wash your hands and then come in here and sit down at the table."

"Okay," I grinned, "I'll be right back."

~~~~~~

"Damn, this is good," I smiled, after tasting the chicken tortilla soup, "It tastes just like what you'd get at a restaurant."

"No shit," Lynn mischievously giggled, "Where do you think I learned the recipe?"

"Well, it sure is good, girlie," I teased, "You're going to make some lucky guy a great wife one of these days."

"Hmmm," she grinned, winking at Jennifer, "We'll see, won't we."

~~~~~~

Mr. Jim, my landlord, had agreed to let me seal the doors and weather strip the inside of the garage. Then I laid indoor/outdoor carpet on the floor, knowing that it would also increase the value of the house when it came time to sell it. However, I'll go ahead and tell you now that I bought the house right after I graduated so; we can move forward and get that out of the way.

Now, back to the story...After I got the garage in usable shape, I used it as a rehearsal room, meaning I had all of my electronics set up in there so that I could practice anytime I wanted. I also sound-proofed it, not only because I didn't want to disturb the neighbors, but I also was getting ready to invest some money in some recording equipment; and this would be a perfect room to record in.

~~~~~~

After dinner was over, I began cleaning the kitchen when suddenly; I was literally being physically shoved out of the way, while at the same time, I heard two female voices heartily giggling behind me.

"Get out of here," Jennifer giggled, "We're going to clean this up."

"Come on," I protested, "You guys did all this work, I should at least clean up the mess, because I ate, too."

"Who do you think we did all of this for?" Lynn softly asked, placing her arms around my waist, "Tell him, Jen."

"She's right, Mark," Jennifer confirmed, placing her arms around my shoulders, "We did this for you, sweetie."

"You guys didn't have to," I smiled, placing an arm around each of them, "And I really appreciate it, thank you."

"It was no problem," Jennifer smiled, "We enjoyed it, huh, Lynn?"

"That's right," Lynn softly spoke.

I stood there with my arms around them, feeling something magical taking place. And while I didn't know how I knew, I somehow knew that to say something right then would irretrievably as well as irreparably shatter the moment forever. So; I simply closed my eyes and smiled, holding two women who, and I didn't now this at the time, I would eventually be willing to lay down my life for either one, or both of them. 

~~~~~~

Later that evening after the girls had finished cleaning the kitchen, I was out in what I now called, the rehearsal room practicing my chops, as I had Julie Hanover's class that next morning; when the door opened followed by a smiling Lynn, as she stepped down into to where I sat playing.

"Hi, handsome," she smiled, hugging me from behind, "I've heard Doctor Brown talking about the new prodigy that hit campus this semester. Is he talking about you?"

"I don't know," I knowingly chuckled, "Could be."

"Oh, you shit," Lynn giggled, playfully swatting my arm as she stepped around in front of me smiling, "Play something for me...please?

She was giving me that stare that I've learned is the same one she gives me when she wants something so; of course I complied, and played, as well as sang, "I Won't Hold You Back" by the group "Toto".

"Oh, my God, Mark," Lynn sniffled smiling, once I was finished playing, "That was beautiful. Does Doctor Brown know that you sing, too?"

"No," I warned, "And he doesn't need to either."

"I don't see why not," Jennifer said, now standing in the doorway, "You've got a beautiful gift, Mark, I think you should share it."

"She's right," Lynn impishly giggled, "And if you don't tell him, then we will."

"We sure will," Jennifer laughed.

"Shit," I said, the girls laughing their pretty little asses off, knowing that I'd given in, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope," Lynn laughed.

"Not in this lifetime, baby," Jennifer smiled.

I just shook my head and said, "Aw, man, this sucks."

"Yeah," Lynn giggled, "It does, doesn't it?"

~~~~~~

That night, as I lay down to go to sleep, I thought about these two strangely beautiful girls, both of whom I'd allowed to take residence in my home. They were both extremely beautiful, no doubt, but the strange thing about it was that they seemed to know just what to say to make me do what I knew was right for me. Was it coincidence, or was it divine intervention? Only time would tell, I guess. Soon thereafter, sleep overtook me, and luckily, this time it left no nightmares in its wake. 

~~~~~~

The next morning found me in Julie Hanover's class helping her teach piano to my peers. I discovered that I really enjoyed teaching and gave serious pause to perhaps following that same path myself one day. Still though, I wanted to at least get the opportunity to put together one of the best rock bands that the world had ever seen. But then again, doesn't every musician?

~~~~~~

Next was Dr. Barnes' class, and this day turned out to be the day that my life came to a crossroad. We were talking about conditioning and the effects that it had on the mind. And using Pavlov's theory as an example, Dr. Barnes explained that if the human mind were to undergo the same type of conditioning, or training, that the same effect could be expected as a result of the conditioning, or training.

"Pavlov used a dog," a girl in class pointed out, "You can't expect me to believe that a human could be made to do the same thing."

"Maybe not the exact same thing," Dr. Barnes smiled, "But the human mind can be conditioned, I assure you. Let's use combat veterans as an example," as he quickly winked at me, "A lot of our guys that came back from Vietnam were pretty messed up in the head."

"Yeah, I heard," she snottily quipped, "It was because they smoked a bunch of dope over there instead of doing their jobs."

"That's such bullshit," I seethed, "You don't know what the hell you're talking about, little girl."

"Mister Haynes," Dr. Barnes smiled, "Would you care to comment."

"I just did," I replied, "She doesn't know what she's talking about."

"No?" he chuckled, "Then, why don't you enlighten us?"

I knew that I'd stepped in it this time, when the girl looked at me and sneered, "Well, what about it, Mister Know-it-all?"

She pushed the right button just then as I proudly stood, and after glaring at her, I hatefully asked, "Have you ever been in a hot landing zone, or served in combat?"

"Of course not," she arrogantly spat, "And I never will either.

"Until you do," I angrily, but softly replied, "I suggest that you keep your shitty little opinions to yourself."

"This is a free country," she snottily quipped, "I can say whatever I damn well please."

"Yes, you can," I said, the veins in my neck bulging because I was so angry, "But it's because of not only the brave souls that served in Vietnam, but also because of the people who served in every other war this country has fought, that you have those rights; so if I were you, I would watch what the hell I say about them."

"Oh, yeah," she hatefully asked, "And what would you know about it, asshole?"

I quickly pulled my shirt off and dropped my pants in front of the whole class. Then after showing this stupid assed girl the scars from wounds I'd received, as well as explaining how I received them, I pulled my pants back up. 

And then after I put my shirt back on, I glared at her and hatefully told her, "I've been there, you little snot nose so; don't you dare say another bad thing about anyone who has served this country in front of me again. Do you understand me, little girl?"

By this time I had silent, but angry tears pouring down my face, and it was clear to me that the girl I had just verbally accosted was clearly unnerved, as she silently nodded her head. 

Then looking at Dr. Barnes, I wiped my eyes and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but I need to leave so; if you'll please excuse me." 

"Go ahead, Mark," he gently smiled, "I'll see you next time," and then I walked out the door, leaving a stunned and silent class room full of my peers in my wake.

~~~~~~

I was too upset to go to my creative writing class so; I went home instead, knowing that Dr. Briggs would let me make up anything that I missed.

As opposed to going home, I decided to go to Jericho's and get a drink. Hell my nerves were a little frayed after the experience I just went through in Dr. Barnes' class, and I figured that a healthy shot of Jim Beam™ would work wonders at this point.

~~~~~~ 

"Hey, sweetie," Lynn greeted me, from behind the bar as I sat down in front of it, "Aren't you supposed to be in class right now?"

After I relayed to her what had just happened, she leaned across the bar, and after gently kissing my lips, she smiled and asked, "Jim Beam on the rocks, baby?"

"Thank you," I smiled, "I really appreciate it, Lynn."

"It's no problem, sweetheart," she gently replied, "I told you that Jen and I were going to take care of you, didn't I?" and then she placed the drink on a coaster in front of me.

"Yeah," I smiled, giving her a quick wink, "You sure did, sweetie, thanks again," and then she simply smiled and patted my hand.

"Let me know when you're ready for another one," she told me, "Okay?"

"Okay," I grinned, "I will."

I sat there and silently sipped my drink, smiling as I watched Lynn while she worked. Every male at the bar all had their eyes locked on Lynn's hot little tight ass in the extremely short shorts she was wearing that day, and I must say, they had good reason to.

When I finished with my drink, and I only had the one, I paid my tab, making sure that I left Lynn a nice tip, and then went home, with the promise from Lynn that I would see her later on that night.

~~~~~~

"Hi, handsome," Jennifer smiled, as I walked through the front door, "How was your day?"

"Okay, I guess," I halfheartedly replied, "I'm just happy that it's over with, that's all."

"Uh-oh," she knowingly said, "Something happened today, didn't it?" 

I told her what all had taken place in Dr. Barnes' class, as well as how I reacted to it, and then once I was done, she looked at me, and placing her arms around my neck, Jennifer pulled me close, holding me tightly against her, and softly told me, "It's alright now, Mark. You can relax, sweetie."

And once again, I felt the same sense of peace that I'd previously felt in Lynn's arms; and in doing so, I once again stood there holding her, remaining in the comfort of her arms for a good five minutes.

"It's okay, baby," she tenderly whispered, "You're safe here with me, and I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

~~~~~~

It was almost seven o'clock when Lynn came in from work that evening, and the first thing she did was to lean down and give hugs and kisses to both Jennifer and myself.

"What was that for," Jennifer giggled, "And why are you in such a good mood?"

"You're looking at the new assistant evening manager at Jericho's," she said, "Lance, my boss, told me right before I clocked out. Isn't that great?"

"Congratulations, girl," I grinned, standing up and giving her a hug," I'm very proud of you, and very happy, too."

"What, are you kidding me?" Jennifer giggled, standing up and hugging us both, "We're both proud of you...way to go, girl!"

"I think that this calls for a celebration," I grinned, "I want you two to get all dolled up, because I'm taking the two of you out tonight."

"Oh, no," Lynn protested, "You've got a morning class tomorrow."

"So?" I smiled, "It's not until ten-thirty tomorrow morning...everything will be alright, trust me."

"Okay," Lynn giggled, "But you can't say that I didn't try to talk you out of it, tomorrow, when you're hung over."

"Oh, hush, girl," I smiled, swatting her on her cute ass, "Go get dressed," and then almost as an afterthought, I added, "I want you two to look hot so, I can show off my beautiful room mates to the world..."

"Ooo, Mark," Jennifer cutely giggled, "If I didn't know better, I'd say that you were asking us both out on a date tonight."

"As a matter of fact, that's exactly what I'm doing," I confidently grinned, "Do either of you have a problem with it?"

"Nope," Lynn giggled, "Not me."

"Hell no," Jennifer knowingly grinned at Lynn, "I think it's hot."

And then the two girls disappeared down the hall, leaving a trail of female giggles in their wake.

~~~~~~

I decide to break out on the leather clothes I'd had made for me when I was in the Navy and took leave in Spain. I had two pairs of leather pants, one black and the other a deep, dark brown. Each pair came with a vest of the same color, also leather. This particular night though, I chose the black pair, sans the vest.

My whole unit got R & R in Japan once, and while I was there, I took advantage of the opportunity to get some shirts custom made for me out of silk. I bought three shirts; one white, one that was a type of crème color, and the last one, a deep, dark shade of burgundy, or crimson, as it's called in some regions of the world.

I opted for the burgundy shirt, which was long sleeved, and wore it unbuttoned all the way down with a black tank-top shirt beneath it. Before I put my clothes on, I made sure that my boots, which were also black, were polished to a high gloss. And then once I was dressed, I stood to look at myself in the full length mirror that had been mounted on the inside of the closet door.

"Mighty sharp, dude, "I laughed, to myself aloud, "Mighty sharp indeed..."

~~~~~~

"Oh, Mark," Jennifer gasped, when she first saw me, "My God, you look so damn hot."

Of course Jennifer was wearing the classic "Little Black Dress" and with her long honey blonde hair flowing down her bare shoulders because of the spaghetti straps on the dress, which looked undeniably smoking hot on her. It hugged her waist perfectly, and her breasts, while not totally viewable, were definitely outlined.

And with her standing tall, it was pleasantly obvious to anyone who looked, that she was indeed braless. Her long smooth legs looked as though they had been bathed in buttermilk, making them brightly shine as they flowed from beneath her dress, which tastefully covered her ass, but just barely. And because she was wearing black pumps with two inch heels, she looked almost statuesque. 

"Holy cow, Jennifer," I smiled, trying to keep from drooling, "You look pretty hot yourself, sweetie."

"Thank you, handsome," she softly smiled, leaning over and kissing my cheek, "I wanted to look hot for you tonight."

"What're you talking about?" I smiled, her beautiful blonde hair hanging perfectly around her even more perfect face, "You've always been beautiful in my eyes."

"Oh, Mark," she smiled, tears beginning to pool in her eyes, "That's about the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me."

"Here," I smiled, giving her my handkerchief, "I don't want you to ruin your beautiful face when your eyeliner runs down your cheeks."

"That's another thing I love about you," she giggled, as she took my handkerchief and dabbed her eyes, "Most guys wouldn't think about that kind of thing."

"I'm not most guys," I chuckled, "But I think you already know that, Jennifer."

"I wanted to tell you something," she smiled, "You can call me "Jen" like everyone else does...only my parents call me Jennifer."

"Okay, pretty girl," I smiled, "I'll call you whatever you want me to."

"How do I look, Mark?" Lynn suddenly asked from behind me, making me turn around, almost fainting at what I saw standing before me.




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 01



Lynn was wearing a white silk blouse with long puffed sleeves, which also made it clear that she, too, was braless, and a black leather miniskirt that was tiny. Of course she was rather tiny herself, but she still looked stunningly beautiful, whether she was dressed up, or not. However, what made her outfit stand out the most, were the black patent-leather boots with three inch heels that she was wearing, which stopped just below her knee.

"Oh, my God," I gently told her, taking her hand and kissing it, "You look ravishing, absolutely ravishing.

"Thank you, Mark," she purred running her palm down my chest, "You look damn hot in those pants. Turn around so that Jen and I can look at that hot ass of yours."

"Come on, you guys," I chuckled, turning around as the girls began to gawk and giggle, "Gimme a break."

"Not in this lifetime, baby boy," Jen giggled, and then someone, I don't know which one of them it was, but someone slapped my ass, with both of them giggling afterward.

~~~~~~

On our way to the restaurant that I was going to take my two lovely room mates to, Lynn asked if we could go to the mall so that she could get some socks to wear beneath her boots, or she would've been blistered on her feet if not. Of course I had no problem taking her there; and the moment we pulled into the mall parking lot, I saw a jewelry store nearby, and that gave me an idea.

~~~~~~

On the premise of needing to run a quick errand while we were in the area, I dropped Jen and Lynn off at the mall entrance, telling them that I would be back in no more than thirty minutes to pick them up. As soon as they disappeared through the mall entrance, I immediately took off to the jewelry store.

~~~~~~

"May I help you, sir," the saleslady pleasantly asked, covertly eyeballing the crotch of my pants. 

I'd say that she was somewhere in her late thirties to early forties. However, she was still a very good looking woman. She was a blue eyed brunette wearing a professional style business dress that defined her curves, bust, and figure perfectly; and had I not been preoccupied with the mater at hand, I might have stayed and talked a little while longer. 

"Yes," I politely replied, "I was wondering if......"

~~~~~~

I pulled up just as Jen and Lyn were coming out of the mall entrance, and then stopped and got out to help them into the vehicle, as well as put their purchases in the trunk of the car. We had taken Lynn's car because hers was a four door, and was more convenient.

"Wow, Mark," Lynn giggled, "Perfect timing."

"Yeah," I knowingly chuckled, "I get lucky sometimes."

"Just sometimes?" Jen giggled, winking at Lynn, "I'll bet it's more than just sometimes. What do you think, Lynn?"

"Oh, hell yes," Lynn knowingly smiled, "I'll bet he's got the girls lined up and waiting."

"Come on, you guys," I groaned, my face turning bright red, "You're embarrassing me."

"Oh, look Jen," Lynn giggled, "He's blushing. Isn't that adorable?"

"Leave him alone," Jen smiled, hugging me around the waist, pressing her breasts against me, "I think it's so sweet."

"Come on," I chuckled, "Get your little asses in the car so that we can go get something to eat, my lovelies."

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

That evening brought on the beginnings of a change in my relationship with my room mates; especially once we'd finished eating.

"Can I have your attention ladies?" I asked, lightly tapping my spoon against my water glass. Then I reached into my pockets, withdrawing two velvet covered boxes, and then looking at the girls, I smiled and said, "I bought something for each of you," as I handed them each a box.

"Oh, my God, Mark," Jen grinned, when she opened her box and saw what lay within, "This must've cost you a fortune."

"No kidding," Lynn smiled, turning to me, "Here, help me put this on."

"Me, too," giggled Jen, "As soon as you've finished helping Lynn; I want you to help me."

~~~~~~

When I went to the jewelry store earlier, I'd had them make me two identical twenty-four carat gold necklaces with a half-carat diamond pendants hanging from each one. And needless to say, they looked absolutely beautiful hanging from both Jen's and Lynn's necks.

~~~~~~

"Thank you, Mark," Lynn smiled, gently touching the diamond that hung around her neck, "This is very beautiful."

"I agree with Lynn," Jen tenderly replied, "But you still didn't answer my question, Mark."

"And just what question would that be?" I knowingly smiled.

"What I said was..." Jen giggled again, this time pausing for effect, "This must've cost you a fortune...Yes?"

"Doesn't matter," I grinned, "You're more than worth it as far as I'm concerned, both of you."

"Nobody has ever given me something as beautiful as this," Lynn suddenly cried, hugging me on my right side, "Thank you, so much, Mark."

"Me, too," Jen softly told me, sniffling, "This is so beautiful...thank you, so very much, Mark

"You're very welcome, my lovelies," I smiled, hugging them tightly against me as they cried, "Both of you."

~~~~~~

When we got home that night, "my girls", as I now called them, wasted no time in getting out of their evening attire and into something comfortable. And while they both changed into long tee shirts, with no panties, they still wore their necklaces, telling me that they would, neither one; ever take them off, which, to me, was very moving.

Then once they'd both changed into their "comfies", as the girls called their clothing, they both came and sat down next to me, one on each side of me, on the couch to watch T.V.

"I think you should change, too, Mark," Lynn smiled, "Don't you agree, Jen?"

"Of course," Jen impishly grinned at Lyn, "As long as he's wearing a tee shirt and a pair of boxers, or better yet, just a pair of boxers."

"Are you sure?" I warily asked, "I mean..."

"That would be great," Lynn knowingly interrupted me, "What do you think, Jen?"

"Of course," she giggled, "Why do you think I brought the idea up to begin with?"

"Jeez," I teased, standing up and making my way down the hall to my room, "You girls are going to be the death of me, I swear."

"Oh, shut up," Jen giggled, "You love it and you know it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I playfully grumbled, before disappearing into my bedroom to change clothes.

~~~~~~

I emerged from my bedroom wearing a simple pair of boxers and a wife-beater style tank top, and after making my way back down the hall and into the great room; I sat down between Jen and Lynn who'd saved me a place on the couch between them.

"Hi, handsome," Jen purred, stroking my bare thigh with the palm of her hand, "You look hot in those boxers."

"Mmm," Lyn seductively cooed, "He sure does, Jen...very hot, as a matter of fact."

"Come on you guys," I uncomfortably replied, "You're embarrassing me...again."

But before I even got a reply, Jen put her hands on both sides of my face, and turning my head so that I was facing her, she tenderly placed her soft lips upon my own and kissed me like nothing I'd ever known before in my life.

And the moment her lips left mine, Lynn was there to take up where the beautiful Jen had left off, kissing me just as gently and as tenderly as Jen had done, leaving me with a hard-on, the likes of which I'd not only never had before, but also like I'd never known before either. However, the next thing I knew was that Jen was slowly lowering my boxers, exposing my eight inches of iron hard cock.

"Oh, Mark," she sensually breathed, "You have such a beautiful cock, baby. Do you mind if I suck it?" But before I could reply, she was taking it down her throat as if she'd been doing it her whole life.

"Mmm, Mark," Lynn hotly whispered into my ear, "That looks so hot...I can't wait for you to fuck our pussies with that nice dick. What do you say, lover, would you like that?" 

And once again, before I had the chance to reply, I saw Jen remove the long tee shirt that she was wearing. Then after turning around so that she was facing away from me; she slowly began to sit on my cock, lowering herself onto me until I was completely buried in her hot, tight little pussy.

"Ungh," Jen sensually groaned, slowly rotating her hips, as she became accustomed to my being in her, "God, baby; I've never had this much cock inside of me before."

"I hope I'm not hurting you," I softly breathed, "Because if I am I can always pull it out."

"Don't you dare," she suddenly replied, "Just let me get used to it for a minute, okay?"

"I'll do anything you want me to," I told her, "Anything at all."

"You can start by saving some of that beautiful cock for me," Lynn giggled, also removing her tee shirt, "Damn, you two look so hot."

Suddenly Jen began to slowly move herself up and down on my cock, and the feeling was indescribable. She fucked me for several minutes as the velvet walls of her hot little pussy began milking me, literally coaxing the cum from my balls. However, little did I realize that Jen was about to cum? And when her orgasm approached, she leaned her back against my chest, taking my hands and placing them upon her beautifully big tits, urging me to squeeze them as tightly, and as hard as I possibly could, too.

She wasn't too loud, per se, but she did groan, saying, "Oh, God, yes...fuck me; Mark. Yessss, that's it, baby, oh yes, oh shit, oh fuck...oh my God....I'm cumming, Mark, I'm cumming, and I love you so much, baby."

"That was so beautiful, you two," Lynn sweetly smiled, after kissing both Jen and I, "Now it's my turn so; you need to hop up and let me ride him......please Jen?"

The moment that Jen stood up and off of me, Lynn grabbed her face and the two beautiful women began to sensually kiss one another's lips, playing with not only each other's tits, but their pussies as well; and to say that I was not turned on by watching them would be an all out lie. However, Lynn wasted no time in taking Jen's place upon my cock, but as opposed to sitting on me with her back to me, she chose to ride me in the face-to-face position instead.

~~~~~~

Fucking Lynn that first time was something that I could never, in a million years, ever forget. And while she was tender and gentle like Jen when she first began, the closer she came to having an orgasm, the wilder she became.

For instance, right before she came, Lynn looked at Jen with a wanton fire in her eyes, and hissed, "Mmm, slap my ass, girl, slap it hard, you sexy bitch," And after the first couple of slaps upon her hot little ass, Lynn began to wail a tirade of obscenities as she leaned into me, rubbing her beautiful little titties against my chest.

Granted, her tits were, by no means, as big as Jens, but Lynn still has the nicest ass I've ever seen on any woman, anywhere. Like I said before when I first described what she looked like, and while it may be small, her ass is perfectly shaped, and looks great, especially when she wears those tight assed jeans and/or shorts. Still though, these two are not only the prettiest women I've ever seen, but back then, they were just what I needed, just when I needed it. I ended up filling both of them full of hot cum that night, which was also the first of many nights that they both slept with not only me, but each other, in my bed, snuggling their hot naked bodies on each side of me.

~~~~~~

The next morning I woke to an empty bed, and as I became more awake and aware, I smelled something heavenly emanating from the kitchen also accompanied by the sound of female laughter as well.

So, after using the restroom and getting dressed (boxers and a tee shirt) I made my way down the hall and into the kitchen to find two of the prettiest girls I'd ever seen, both wearing only panties and form fitting tee shirts which ended right below the bottoms of their breasts.

"Good morning, baby," Jen smiled, after walking up to me and then gently but firmly throwing her arms around my neck as she pressed her whole body against my own, "Mmm, I had a nice time last night."

"Oh, hell yeah," Lynn knowingly giggled, "My pussy is still sore."

"Jeez, Lynn," I gasped, my face turning bright red, "I don't want to hear that."

"Why not, baby?" Jen teased, "After all, you're the one who's responsible for it with that big cock of yours."

"That's right, Mark," Lynn seductively breathed into my ear, from behind me while pressing her braless tits into my back, "Besides, I didn't say that I didn't like it, now, did I?"

"No," I chuckled, "But what about..."

"Don't worry about a thing, baby," Lynn softly purred, gently rubbing my cock through my boxers, "Now that we've already fucked once, I want you to know that you can have either, or both of us anytime your heart desires, okay?"

"Alright then," I smiled, "I'm going to take you up on that offer a little later, but in the mean time, tell me what it is that smells so good in here."

"We're cooking breakfast for our man," Jen giggled, "And you'd better start getting used to it, sweetheart."

"But, why me," I stupidly asked, "Don't you know that you two could have any guy that you want."

"Maybe we don't want just any guy," Lynn pointedly replied, "Has the thought ever occurred to you that maybe we just want you, handsome?"

"No," I smiled, "This is all so new to me, sweetie."

"So, get used to it, you handsome thing," Jen giggled, "You never know what might happen."

"Is that a fact?" I grinned, placing my arms around the both of them, kissing their lips, "You're going to have to help me get used to it. Do you two think you can handle that?"

"You bet your ass we can," Lynn giggled, pinching my butt, "What do you think, Jen?"

"Oh, I know we can," Jennifer began to mischievously giggle, sliding her hand into my boxers and onto my ass, slowly rubbing me, "As a matter of fact, your lessons will begin this afternoon when we take you to a party at our sorority house. Isn't that right, Lynn?"

"Yes," Lynn giggled, "I almost forgot," then she turned to me and added, "We're going to have so much fun with you, baby..."

~~~~~~

The rest of that morning was spent with the girls going through my clothes, making sure that I had the proper wardrobe, which I did, so that they could dress me up, ensuring that I would be presentable to their sorority sisters.

"I don't know who taught you how to dress," they both teased, "But whoever it was saw to it that you had great taste in clothes, Mark."

"Nobody had to teach me how to dress, thank you," I informed both Jen and Lynn, "And you can both rest assured that I won't embarrass either one of you." 

"Aw, we know that, baby," Jen cooed, quickly kissing my lips, "We just want to make sure that Lynn and I look good enough to be with you, that's all."

"Gimme a break," I laughed, "If anything I'm the one who should worry about whether or not I look good enough to be with you, okay?" 

"That's so sweet of you to say that, Mark," Jen smiled, "Because actually, it's us that doesn't deserve to be with a guy like you."

"How about this," I grinned, "Why don't the three of us consider ourselves to be fortunate and simply leave it at that, okay?"

~~~~~~

That afternoon, around four o'clock, I pulled my van into the driveway of the Phi Theta Pi sorority house. Lynn and Jennifer shared the passenger seat for the short drive from our house, and when we got out of the van and went into the sorority house, I felt the eyes of practically every male in attendance upon us...well at least upon Jennifer and Lynn anyway.

~~~~~~

We hadn't been at the party for more than a few minutes when a beautiful girl with long auburn hair and deep, dark brown, doe eyes, all attached to a spectacular body, approached us with a broad smile on her pretty face.

"So, Jen," the girl said smiling, nodding her head toward me, "Is this him?"

"It sure is," Lynn happily giggled, "Angela Capshaw, allow me to introduce you to our room mate, the stunningly handsome, Mister Mark Haynes."

Then Jen stepped in, and after giving me a very light kiss on the lips, she looked dreamily into my eyes and then more-or-less announced, "Mark, this is our friend, as well as the president of our sorority, Miss Angela Capshaw."

"Hello, Mister Haynes," Angela smiled, offering her hand, "It's very nice to meet you."

"Thank you, Miss Capshaw, it's nice to meet you, too," I politely replied, lightly kissing the back of her hand, "But please, feel free to call me Mark."

"Alright then, Mark," Angela giggled, "Feel free to call me Angela."

"Thank you, Angela," I grinned, "I'm honored."

"Oh, my goodness, what a charmer he is," Angela giggled, looking back and forth between Lynn and Jennifer, "And so handsome, too. Is he dating anyone that you two might know of?"

"Uh, yes, he is," Lynn blatantly lied, before I could reply, "Some girl from his hometown, I think."

"We haven't met her yet," Jennifer also lied as well, "But we're hoping to soon."                 

I was going to say something until I suddenly felt Lynn not only pinching me beneath my right arm, and very hard, I might add. But she was also giving me a scalding glare, as if she were trying to shut me up; which only pissed me off even more than I already was from her pinching me for no reason.

"Well, she's a lucky girl then," Angela disappointedly replied, "That's too bad."

"We understand completely, girl," Jen nonchalantly laughed, taking my left arm and leading us away, "We're taking him down to the basement for a while."

"That sounds like fun," Angela grinned at me, still talking to Jen, "Just be sure that somebody doesn't steal him from you in the process." 

"Oh, I don't think so," Lynn haughtily replied, "At least not in this lifetime."

~~~~~~

I don't know what caused them to suddenly begin acting the way that they were, but it pissed me off to no end. Their behavior reminded me of the horror novel, Jeckle and Hyde. It was totally out of character for them to act that way and I didn't hesitate to let them know about it either.

"Would one of you like to tell me what the hell that was all about?" I heatedly whispered, once we reached the basement, out of Angela's range of hearing, "Why were you lying like you did when you two know damn good and well that I don't have a girlfriend back home."

"Have you ever thought that maybe we want you all to ourselves?" Lynn flippantly replied.

"Yeah," Jennifer snapped, "Maybe we don't want to share you with anyone else, dammit."

Not only had their sudden turn of behavior pissed me off, but the remarks they'd just made pushed me over the edge; and after quickly jerking my arms away from them, I glared back at them and curtly asked, "Just who in the hell do you two think you are, huh?"

"We're two women that care for you more than anything," Lynn heatedly replied, "I would think that, as a guy, you would be a little more appreciative."

"I'm not some stupid assed college boy that you can lead around by the nose," I angrily said, "I'm a man, God dammit, and you'll treat me as such, or the both of you can get the fuck out of my house." Then I turned and walked back up the stairs, opening the front door as soon as I reached it, and not looking back as I closed it behind me.

~~~~~~

I drove around for a while trying to calm my nerves and having no luck. I really cared about both of my room mates, I swear, but the more I thought about the way I'd been treated, the angrier I became. But as opposed to going back to my house, I decided to go to "Jericho's" and have a drink. 

~~~~~~

"Hey, Mark," said Tom Hanson, who owned the place, "What can I get for you, this evening?"

"Hi, Tom," I half-heartedly smiled, "How about some Jim Beam on the rocks?"

"Coming right up," he grinned, and then went about mixing my drink. 

~~~~~~

I couldn't have been there for more than five minutes, or so, when I thought about Dr. Richard Barnes, my Psychology professor, and the offer of his council that he'd once made me. So, with that in mind, I walked over to the pay-phone and gave him a call. 




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 01



~~~~~~

"Barnes residence," he answered, "Doctor Barnes speaking."

"Hi, Doc," I said, "This is Mark Haynes."

"Hello, Mark," he grinned, "How are you doing this evening?"

"Not very well," I told him, "Not very well at all. I was wondering if maybe..."

"Where are you?" he politely interrupted, and after I told him, he smiled and said, "Can you meet me in my office in twenty minutes?"

"I'll be there," I told him, "Thanks, Doc."

"No sweat, kid," he pleasantly replied, "See you in ten."

~~~~~~

"Hi, Mark," Dr. Barnes smiled, when I met him at his office, "Please, come in and have a seat."

"I think I've bitten off a little more than I can chew, Doc," I told him, as I sat down in the chair opposite his desk.

"Tell me what you mean, Mark," he smiled, "Maybe we can work through this together, my friend."

It was then that I told him about Jennifer and Lynn, as well as everything the three of us had done together. I told him about how they'd both acted around their friend, Angela, earlier, and that they had blatantly lied about me, right in front of me for that matter, when they were talking to her.

"Let me start by saying this," he began, a smile curling the corners of his mouth, "There probably a hundred young men your age who would dearly love to be in your position right now."

"Yeah, I know," I chuckled, "And while I might've been wrong to have been so upset at Jennifer and Lynn, I'm still pissed off at the fact that I was treated more like a possession than a person."

"No," he firmly replied, "You were not wrong to have been upset with them. And honestly, were I the one who'd been treated that way, I probably would've been pissed off, too. But as opposed to retaliating in anyway, you simply turned and walked away after you'd let them know how you felt. I'd say that you did the right thing."

"Maybe, maybe not," I said, "But how am I supposed to face them when I go back home tonight?"

"I can't tell you that," he pointedly replied, "That's something you're going to have to deal with on your own. I can tell you this though," he continued, "It's been my experience that these things usually have a way of working themselves out, Mark so, try not to worry about it too much, okay?"

~~~~~~

I left Dr. Barnes' office without the answers I was searching for, and I began to realize that I was in new territory now. But, with this being the first time I'd been put in the position I was now in, I didn't know what I was going to say to the girls when I next saw them.

In the past when I had been in a difficult spot, I could always count on my buddies in the Marine Corps to help me out of it. However, this was something totally different; and I had no idea in hell how I was going to handle it. Then suddenly I had an idea, one that I knew would help me in every way possible.

~~~~~~

Knowing that they would be home, I drove to my grandparents, Mr. & Mrs. Jake and Maggie Haynes, my dad's parents. They had always been there for me in the past, and no doubt would still be there to answer my questions.

~~~~~~

"Hi, Poppy," I smiled, when they greeted me at their front door, "Hi, Nana."

"Well, hey, boy," my grandfather grinned, when he saw that it was me, "Come on in here, boy."

"Hi, sweetie," my grandmother smiled, hugging me, "How are you, baby?"

"Not too good," I sullenly replied, "I need your help."

"What can we do for you?" Poppy asked, "Me and your Nana are right here for you, Mark."

We went back to their kitchen, which is where I'd always discussed my problems with them as a boy, and sat down, while Nana went about the kitchen and fixed us all a glass of tea.

"What's wrong, Mark?" Poppy asked after taking a drink of his tea, "Tell us all about it, son."

"Well, it's kind of like this," I began, and making sure that I left out the part about having sex with Jennifer and Lynn, I explained everything else that had gone on with them, as well as how I was beginning to feel about them, ever since I'd meet them. I told them how I felt just being in the same room with them, as well as how angry I'd become with them earlier and why; and when I was finished, my grandfather began to laugh.

"Would you like to tell me what is so funny, Poppy," I disdainfully asked, as he continued laughing.

"Hell, boy," he chuckled, "I thought that something was wrong with you."

"Did you not hear what I just said?" I replied, "I'm in a tough spot, and you think it's funny," and then I stood up, preparing to leave, "I don't need this."

"Wait a minute, son," he kindly smiled, gently grabbing my arm, "Don't leave, Mark, I'm sorry for laughing at you."

"Give me one good reason why I should stay," I told him, "Just one."

"Because if anything, hell, I'm jealous," he chuckled, receiving a sharp smack on the arm from Nana, "But seriously, it's not as bad as you think, son...."

After I'd heard what he had to say, I left my grand parents' house with a belly full of my Nana's good cooking, and an earful of sound advice from my Poppy. And it only reaffirmed my belief that they'd be there to help me, just as they always had in the past.

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

I'd called a some old friends who, not only had I basically grown up with, but had also gone to high school with, and organized a guys night out on the beach. It wasn't too far from the campus where I was attending college; and needless to say, they were all for it, all three of them.

~~~~~~

I met my friends at the agreed upon place near the east pier, and was so very happy to see them when I arrived. There was Trey Glaspy, Frankie Parsons, and Rick Deale, who, all three, were very good and trusted friends from a long time past.

"Hey, man," smiled Rick, who hugged me after not seeing one another in so long, "How the hell are ya?"

"Glad to see you, old friend," I grinned, returning the hug.

"It's good to see ya, old buddy," Trey chuckled, shaking my hand, "I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to hear from you again." 

"Hi, bro," Frankie simply said, "I'm glad to see you, dude."

"You, too," I smiled, "You, too." 

~~~~~~

Because it was Friday evening and the sun was about to set, we gathered our collective containers of alcohol and beer and then built a fire as Frankie and Trey broke out a couple of rolled joints..

Although it had been a few years since we'd all seen one another, we still seemed to take up where we left off, so to speak, forgetting about the time span that had separated us from one another.

"Damn, Mark," Rick grinned, after I'd told them of my situation, "It sounds to me like you've got everything a guy could ever so; why're you complaining?" 

"It's a little more complicated than that," I told him, "They treated me like I was their personal toy."

"You can't let that bother you," Trey chuckled, "My girlfriend treats me like that all the time and it pisses me off, too, but it doesn't mean that I don't love her." 

"Who said anything about love?" I asked, "I didn't."

"You don't have to, old buddy, I can see it in your eyes," Frankie chuckled, "Besides; girls have a tendency to be that way sometimes, especially girls that age. It's not a bad thing, mind you, it's just how they are, that's all."

"And you can't deny being in love with them either," Rick grinned, "Because it's written all over your face, old friend."

"Maybe so," I conceded, "But how can someone be in love two people at the same time?"

"Listen, brother," Trey replied, "Do you remember back in high school during prom week, and you didn't get to take Rachel MacArthur because you got busted?"

"Sure," I replied, "And do you remember how she acted about it? The bitch turned her back on me."

"I remember," Trey nodded, "But there's something you never knew either."

"What?" I asked, "Tell me."

"Do you remember Rebecca Bentley and Tonya Marshall?" Trey asked.

"Of course I do," I smiled, at the mention of their names, "They were both in my choir class, as well as very good friends of mine."

"When you got busted and had to join the Navy, they were both very upset," Trey told me, "And it was because they were both in love with you. I'll bet you didn't know that."

"That makes a lot of sense now," I said, recalling the way Rebecca and Tonya acted at the airport when I left to go into the Navy, "They went with me and my folks to the airport when I left for boot camp."

"I heard," Trey knowingly smiled, "And do you know what they told Rachael after you left?"

"No," I replied, "What?"

"They told her that she was a stupid bitch for what she did; and that they both wanted you, and would've been willing to share you between themselves if necessary, because they both loved you that much," Rick replied, "I was there when they told her, too."

"Damn," I said, mentally kicking myself, "I wish I'd known, because I remember them both very clearly."

"I'll bet," Trey chuckled, "But do you remember how they used to treat you like you belonged to them when ever we all went on Choir trips and how they never let you get too far away from them?"

"I remember now," I grinned, "They treated me the same way Lynn and Jennifer treat me, but I was so caught up in not wanting to disappoint Rachael that I never saw it."

"Yep," Frankie laughed, "And it's a good thing that Rachael wasn't in choir, too, or you'd have had a major cat fight on your hands."

"Bullshit," I laughed.

"Seriously," Rick smiled, "I heard Becky and Tonya tell Linda Reed that they were in love with you...I swear, Mark."

"Shit," I said, disgusted with my own stupidity, "Why didn't they ever tell me?"

"They tried," Trey replied, "But you had your head shoved so far up Rachael MacArthur's ass that you couldn't see it."

"Dammit," I snapped, "I wish I had known. They were as sweet as they were beautiful, and I'll bet that the three of us would've gotten along famously."

"I agree with you," Trey laughed, then seriously said, "It looks to me like you're being given a second chance, Mark, and if I were you, I'd take it."

"I don't know," I warily replied, "I've probably pissed them off so badly that they've gone ahead and moved out of the house."

"You won't know until you go back and see," Trey told, patting me on the shoulder, "But that's just my opinion."

"Shit," I said, standing up, "I'm sorry guys, but I've got to..."

"Go," Rick said, interrupting me, "But don't be such a stranger from now on."

"I won't," I smiled, getting into my car, "I promise...and thanks guys."

"Yeah, yeah," Trey, playfully teased, "Get the hell outta here, Romeo."

~~~~~~

As I drove home I had several different things running through my mind. Would Jennifer and Lynn still be there? I wondered. Still though, I couldn't help but hope that I would be able to find the words to express how badly I now felt for having said the things I'd said to them, as well as having treated the two of them the way I had.

Had the way they acted in front of their friend been all that bad? Of course it hadn't, but then again, perhaps I should've tried to see things through their eyes, and/or from their point of view, and not been such a rude prick. Either way, I was bound and determined to make things right between us, that much was certain."

~~~~~~

When I arrived back at the house it was as quiet as a tomb. As I got out of my car I saw no light shining through the windows, but Lynn's car was still in the driveway letting me know that she was still there...or at least her car was still there.

~~~~~~

"Hello?" I said, as I walked through the front door, "Anybody home?"

Suddenly two female bodies crashed into me, almost knocking me to the floor, as I heard both Jennifer's and Lynn's voices as they bitterly wept.

"I'm so sorry, baby," Lynn cried, holding tightly onto me as if I were going to disappear, "Please don't be mad, Mark...I love you so very much."

"Me, too," Jennifer wept, "And I love you, too, Mark...please don't make us go."

"Shh," I replied, holding tightly onto the both of them, "It's going to be alright, my loves, I promise."

We stood there silently holding onto each other for a few moments, saying nothing, only feeling one another's hearts touching, growing together, and beating as one.

After a few moments, I escorted the two of them out to sit with me by the pool, and once we were all facing one another, I looked at them and said, "First of all, I'm sorry for overreacting, as well as for the things I said, and also the way I treated the two of you."

"No, Mark," Lynn sniffled, "We were wrong for lying to Angela."

"That's right," Jennifer said, tears pouring down her face, "We made it right though, and told her the truth."

"Oh, really," I replied, "And what did she have to say about that?"

"She told us that we were foolish," Lynn said, "And that if we really loved you, then we should do everything in our power to let you know."

Jennifer was about to speak up, but I held my hand up, gently silencing her, as I told them, "Now that you girls have expressed your true feelings to me, I have a confession to make...I love the both of you very much, and I can't imagine my life without you two in it."

"Oh, Mark," Lynn cried, "We love you so very much, but what are people going to say when we go public with our relationship?"

"Who gives a shit?" I smiled, "I sure as hell don't. Besides, we're adults and what we do behind closed doors is nobody's business but our own."

""But what is your family going to say, Mark?" Jen asked, "How are they going to feel about you living with two girls."

"I've already told my grandparents, and they're fine with it," I smiled, thinking about how Poppy reacted to the news, "I haven't had the opportunity to tell my parents yet, but as far as Mom and Dad concerned, as long as I'm happy, then that's all that matters to them." "Besides," I smiled, caressing their soft and beautiful faces with my hands, "My mother is going to absolutely love you two, and my Dad is going to be envious as hell."

"So," Jennifer began, "What are you trying to say, Mark?"

"What I'm saying is this," I told them, "I don't care what anyone thinks. I'm in this for the long haul, and if you girls will let me, I'll spend the rest of my life proving to you that I love you both with all my heart, the rest of the world be damned."

They both began to cry, but in the process, Jennifer gave Lynn a knowing look, which made them take me by the hands, then, they led me over to one of the chais loungers, where they made me lie back as they climbed in with me, one on each side of me, holding onto me like they were never going to let me go.

~~~~~~

We must've laid there for a good hour, or so, before my stomach began to growl. 

"It sounds to me like somebody is hungry," Jen laughed, as Lynn giggled along with her, "Would you like us to make you something to eat, baby?"

"I've got a better idea," I grinned, "Why don't we go out to eat, my treat?"

"Really," Lynn wistfully asked, "You don't have to do this, Mark."

"She's right," Jennifer smiled, "You really don't have to."

"Yes, I do," I gently replied, as I softly kissed both of their lips, "I love you, both of you, and I'm not afraid to tell the whole world about us."

"In that case, we want you to take us dancing, too," Lynn mischievously giggled, "Right, Jen?"

"That's right, girl," Jen smiled, "Besides, we didn't get all dressed up for nothing."

"Okay," I chuckled, "Let me go change into some clean clothes, and we'll go."

~~~~~~

We had a late dinner at Jericho's where Lynn worked. I had the New York Strip, while both of the girls had the Petite Sirloin. The girls had their baked potatoes with all the trimmings, while I simply poured tons of butter on mine, enough cholesterol to clog the hearts of ten men. And for dessert I had had a nice slice of Key Lime Pie, receiving knowing giggles from my girls, as they teased me for being silly while I ate. 

"So, tell me," I asked, after we'd finished eating, "Where would you like to go dancing, my beauties?" 

"There's a place on the other side of town called, Jessie's," Jen giggled, "We've never been there, but we've heard a lot of good things about that place."

"Yes," Lynn smiled, "And I heard that they have live music there, too."

"Alright then," I smiled, "Jessie's it is."

~~~~~~

We drove for about half an hour in my van, Lynn and Jen sharing the passenger seat again, until we came to a place with a huge red and green neon sign that read, "Jessie's Place". And beneath the sign on the marquee, it read: "Tonight Only, The Jokers".

The parking lot was almost full, but after deciding to use the valet parking that was available, I escorted my girls into the club, paying the cover charge for the three of us at the door. The band was on a break when we got there, and thank God that the club had a hostess to seat us, or I'm not sure we would've found a table.

~~~~~~

Once we had been seated, a waitress came to our table and took our drink orders. The girls both had Margaritas while simply had a beer; and no sooner had the waitress walked away when the band took the stage.

These guys were damned good, because they opened their set with their version of Edgar Winter's song, "Free Ride", and we both thought that they did an outstanding job.

~~~~~~

The band was half way through the set, and was playing Eric Clapton's song, "Crossroads", when these two guys appeared at our table.

"Hey, Sexy,"," the biggest one said to Jennifer, "I wanna dance with you, hot stuff, how about it?"

"No, thank you," Jen politely smiled, taking hold of my arm, "I'm here with my boyfriend."

"Is that right?" he sneered, then looked at Lyn and said, "What about you, girl? Ya wanna dance?"

"No," Lynn simply replied, "I'm also here with my boyfriend."

"Uh huh," the guy sarcastically said, "I don't see him anywhere."

"He's right here," Lynn replied, placing her hand on my leg.

"That's bullshit," he belched, looking at me, "Are you trying to tell me that both of these girls are with you?"

"I'm not trying to tell you anything," I laughed, "I'm telling you."

"You're being a selfish little prick," he growled, slamming his bottle down on our table, "And I think you should share the wealth, asshole."

"Let's go, Mark," Jennifer suddenly said, fear evident in her tone of voice.

"We'll be alright," I smiled, winking at her as I rose from behind the table, "Trust me, baby."

Then I glared at the two assholes standing at our table and said, "I'm going to ask you nicely to please leave us alone, okay."

"Or what?" the big one said, "What're you going to do, pussy?" and then he took a swing at me.

Needless to say, I quickly snatched the beer bottle he was holding away from him and then broke it over his head, watching as he fell; face first, onto the ground. Then his buddy decided that he wanted to jump on my back. 

His action resulted in my flipping over my shoulder and then throwing his drunken ass against the wall, not only knocking the breath out of him, but stunning him long enough for the bouncer, who had witnessed the whole ordeal, to bring his partner to our table to intercede. 

"If I've told you two dickheads once, I've told you a thousand times," the bouncer said, while they were restraining these two assholes, "Don't come back in here again. But you didn't want to listen to good advice, and now both of you idiots are going to jail because of it."

The club owner, Jessie, was at our table in an instant, asking us if we were alright.

"We're fine," I smiled, shaking hands with him, "It appears that some dumb asses can't take no for an answer."

"You're right, my friend," he smiled, "Please, allow me to escort your party to the V.I.P. area, where you'll drink for free as my guests for the rest of the evening."




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 02



Thank you for the responses on the first chapter of this tale. Most all of them were very helpful and nice, and then again some of them weren't, but I could care less about those anyway. However, for those kind and gentle souls who continue to give me the very sweet and very nice comments, as well as the wonderful constructive criticism and encouragement, you're the people that I write for. But because I'm above all of the petty crap, I'm going to continue to pray for everyone, nice and/or otherwise so, I hope that God blesses you each and every one. 

MoogPlayer

P.S. Don't forget to vote. 

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"I'm so sorry about this, Mark," Jennifer painfully wept, "I don't know what happened."

"Shh...it's okay, my love," I softly told her, tenderly holding her head to my chest, "It wasn't your fault, it was an accident."

"But I feel like I've failed you guys," she cried, "And I'm so ashamed."

"You have nothing to be ashamed about," Lynn softly replied, stepping between us and then taking Jennifer into her arms, "We'll deal with this together, all three of us."

"She's right Jen, and I love you two very much," I told her, taking them both into my arms, "And nothing is ever going to change that...."

~~~~~~

Chapter One

I woke up early the next morning with my two angels still asleep in my arms; both of them not only lying naked beside me, but also cuddled firmly against me. Jennifer had her head on my right shoulder with the front of her body pressed against my right side, while Lynn had her head on my left shoulder, with the front of her body pressed against my left side. Trust me when I tell you, I could've lain there forever, but my bladder was screaming for some much needed relief so; I gently eased from the bed without waking my girls and headed straight for the bathroom.

Once I finished emptying my bladder, I washed my hands and face, and then brushed my teeth. And after walking quietly back into my bedroom, I threw on a pair of shorts and then made my way to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee.

~~~~~~

As I stood at the sink filling the coffee pot with water to dump into the coffee maker, I thought about what my beautiful Jennifer had told Lynn and me the previous day. She'd not only given me the sweetest gift of love that a woman can give a man, but also a reason to let go of the past, and hopefully putting an end to all of the terrible nightmares I'd been experiencing for a long while now. The only thing left for me to do now was deal with it and move on with my life; thank God for Dr. Barnes offering his wide council. I knew I was going to need it in the not too distant future.

Once I'd poured the water into the coffee maker, I had just put the filter in the machine and was scooping the coffee into it, when I suddenly felt a pair of bare breasts, Lynn's, against my back. 

"Mmm," she softly purred, her arms snaking their way around my waist as her hands came to rest upon my chest, caressing my pectoral muscles, "Good morning, baby. I slept so good lying next to you last night."

"Good morning to you, too, my raven haired beauty," I smiled, gently caressing her hot little ass as I pulled her around my body to face me, enjoying the fact that she was naked. Then after tasting her soft and gentle lips, I smiled and told her, "I love having you and Jen next to me when I sleep."

"Does that mean we can move into your room now?" Jennifer unexpectedly giggled from behind me, also naked, and standing in the kitchen door as I turned to look at her.

"Jeez," I chuckled, "Don't you two ever put clothes on when you first wake up?"

"Only if we have a morning class," she smiled, and then came to us, giving first me, then Lynn, sweet kisses on our lips, "Good morning, my lovers. I love you two so very much."

"And I love you," Lynn softly replied, kissing her again.

"As do I," I smiled kissing the both of them.

Kissing them and watching them kiss, as well as having both of them naked while pressing their bodies against me was beginning to make my cock hard. And after placing her hand on the growing bulge in my shorts, Lynn looked at Jennifer and playfully said, "He walks around with a fucking cobra in his pants and he bitches about us being naked," and then both of them fell into a fit of girlish giggling.

"Damn," I chuckled, "You two girls are crazy."

"Maybe so, baby," Jennifer purred, rubbing my bare chest with her hand, "But we're crazy about you."

"She's right ya know," Lynn softly replied, "We love you, Mark."

"I love ya'll, too," I smiled, "But I need to finish making this coffee."

"Of course you do," Jennifer replied, with a knowing look at Lynn, "But you still haven't answered my question."

"What question is that?" I asked, mindlessly pushing the button to start the coffee maker.

'That would be the one about us moving into your room," Lynn coyly smiled, "Am I right, Jen?"

"Yes," Jennifer smiled.

"Aw, hell," I asked smiling, "Do I have a choice?"

"NO," they both replied in unison.

"I guess that settles it then" I chuckled. "Go get your stuff."

After squealing like kids on Christmas, they both went to their rooms to get their clothing ready to move into my room.

~~~~~~

It was Sunday, which meant we had no classes that day; and after I'd had my morning coffee and was alert, I decided to go for a swim. So, I simply pulled off my shorts and dove into the pool, naked, enjoying the way that the water felt on my whole body.

~~~~~~

I'd been in the water for about thirty minutes, and was floating on my back with my eyes closed when I felt two pairs of hands touching both sides of me. I opened my eyes and raised my head to find my two beautiful angels naked beside me in the pool.

"We were beginning to wonder about you, my love," Lynn softly replied.

"Yeah," Jennifer smiled, "We didn't want you to shrivel up like a prune from being in the water for too long, baby."

After placing my feet onto the pool floor, I stood up and hugged my beauties against me, telling them, "I love you two very much."

"Aw, that's so sweet," Jennifer giggled, softly kissing my throat, "We love you, too, Mark."

"You need to listen to Jen," Lynn tenderly smiled, "She knows what she's talking about."

"I know that," I grinned, quickly kissing Lynn's soft lips.

"I'm hungry," Jen told us, "Can we go back inside and make some breakfast?"

"Of course we can," I replied, caressing her cheek with the back of my hand, "Besides, you're eating for two now." And then I gave them an impish grin, and because we were standing in the shallow end of the pool, I quickly reached behind them and lightly smacked both of their pretty little asses and said, "Come my beauties, I'll make us something to eat."

~~~~~~

"Wow," Jennifer smiled, eating one of the three Western Omelets I'd made for us, "This is good, Mark. Why didn't you tell us that you cooked so well, silly boy?"

"I'm glad you like it," I grinned, "What do you think Lynn? I haven't heard a single word from you since you started eating."

"And there's a reason for that," she chuckled, after swallowing the bite she'd just taken, "This is damn good, and I'm not about to waste time talking when I can be eating."

I didn't say anything other than to tenderly caress her shoulder. I really enjoyed watching the two of them eat, and even moreso because they were enjoying something that I'd made for them, as well as because of the love I felt for them.

And when we were finished, I began clearing the table of the dirty dishes when Jennifer and Lynn informed me that I was not to lift a finger, because they were going to do the clean up, as I had done all of the cooking that morning.

~~~~~~

After breakfast was finished and the kitchen was cleaned up, we decided to go to the local park, for the purposes of simply relaxing and enjoying being with one another. We'd all been so busy since the girls moved in that we hadn't had the time to sit down and truly get to know one another, not really.

Besides, I had some homework that I needed to catch up on, and after Lynn suggested that we also pack a picnic basket; I gathered the necessary items I would need while the girls made and packed our lunch. Because there wasn't another seat in my van, we took everything we would need and put them into Lynn's car.

"I think it would be so cool if we took our instruments to the pavilion at the park and jammed together," Jennifer suggested, as we were getting ready to leave, "What do you guys think?"

"I think that's a great idea," Lynn smiled, "I know you've got plenty of room in your van, don't you, Mark?"

"Well, yeah," I replied, "But where are we going to plug everything in, we're going to need electricity, remember?"

"I know that, silly boy," Lynn sweetly giggled, as she picked up the phone and began dialing, "Leave everything to me, okay baby?"

"Alright," I laughed.

~~~~~~

Once we'd set up my keyboards, Lynn's piano, and placed a microphone on Jennifer's cello, as well as after getting our public address or, P.A. system, as it is commonly called, set up and tested, we began to play. After deciding to start off with a classic piece, we began with Pachabel's Cannon in the key of D. Lynn started off on the piano, playing a soft introduction, before Jennifer joined in with the cello. And then I joined in with my electronics, which, by this time, people were beginning to gather round to watch as well as listen to us play.

As we progressed further into the musical piece, all of a sudden a look came over Lynn's face that was the same look she would get on her face when she was horny. However, having played before and in front of large groups of people in the past, I knew that the look on her face had nothing to do with sex. She was, instead, beginning to experience the same adrenaline rush that I got the very first time I played in front of a crowd.

And right behind her, almost as if on cue, I saw that my beautiful Jennifer was quickly becoming overrun by the same rush as my darling Lynn. To say that I was surprised would certainly be a lie. I was, in fact, overjoyed that the two people that I loved the most in the world were now, in a sense, becoming more like me. And I simply continued playing while smiling from ear-to-ear, as I enjoyed watching my beauties perform, even more so because they were performing with me. 

By the time we came to the end of the piece, it was safe to say that there was now a crowd gathered that numbered somewhere in the vicinity of a hundred people, and the applause was extremely overwhelming to the girls. And as the crowd applauded us, both Lynn and Jennifer had become so excited that I could see their nipples hardening beneath their shirts.

"Are ya'll alright?" I asked, grinning like a Cheshire cat, "Do you wanna play more?"

"Hell, yeah," Jennifer wildly smiled, "Pick up your guitar and play 'Everything I Own' by 'Bread', Mark. We both know the song." 

"Ooo, Yeah," Lynn giggled, "Sing it, too. We'll cover you, baby."

So, within a matter of a few short minutes, I began the intro to the song; and as I began to sing the lyrics into the microphone, a silent hush came over the crowd as they stood listening to us play. I was even more shocked when Jennifer and Lynn covered the background harmonies on the chorus without making a single mistake, all the while looking into my eyes, lovingly while they sang.

We ended up playing another eight songs before we decided to take a break; and right before we left the stage, Jennifer, into her microphone, told the crowd, "You guys stick around. We'll be back in about thirty minutes, okay?" and of course the crowd, which, by this time, had increased by almost half, graciously applauded us.

~~~~~~

"Holy shit," Lynn smiled, with a wild look in her beautiful blue eyes, "Look at that crowd, oh man. This is great."

We were standing off stage on the small pavilion, and it occurred to me what Jennifer had said right before we left the stage, making me ask her, "What did you mean when you said that we'd be back in thirty minutes, Jen?"

"Trust me, baby," she grinned, kissing my lips then walking over to the public phone booth that was nearby.

"What is she up to?" I asked Lynn, who was hugging me fiercely.

"I don't know," Lynn giggled, kissing my lips, "But I love you, Mark...I love you with all my heart."

"Aw, I love you, too, baby girl," I smiled, hugging her in return, "And by the way; you played your beautiful little ass off up there just now."

"I'm glad you think so, Mark," she sweetly replied, "And I think you have the most beautiful voice I've ever heard."

"Is that right?" I asked, while she nodded her head, "You do, too, both of you."

~~~~~~

Ten minutes later I saw two pick-up trucks pulling up next to where my van was parked, as Jennifer squealed, "They're here, they're here!"

"Who's here," I asked, "What're you talking about, Jen?"

"You'll see," she giggled, "Trust me, baby."

~~~~~~

It took about fifteen minutes for the three people that my darling Jennifer had called, all of whom I'd seen, as well as knew from school, to get their gear set up on stage. There were the Mackey sisters, Lisa, who I soon discovered played a mean bass guitar, and Tonya, who is as fine a drummer/percussionist as I've ever seen and/or heard. Then there was Eddie Owens, whose reputation as a smoking guitarist preceded him. And after the introductions were made, the six of us put our heads together and came up with twenty songs that we all knew. Then with the set list lists in hand, we all took the stage.

~~~~~~

Having discovered that Eddie and Lisa also sang I broke out two more microphones and stands, and then got them plugged into my twenty-four channel mixing board. I was especially thankful that Eddie brought two more stage monitors with him, as I only had three. And after making sure that everyone could hear, as well as being mixed properly, we all took a moment to get some songs together, about twenty-five in all; then took the stage...again.

We started off with a song called, "Biggest Part of Me" by the group, "Ambrosia", in which Eddie sang the lead. Our harmonies were, every one, in perfect sync as well as on pitch; and of course, the crowd went nuts when we were done. And looking across the stage at the five other musicians whom I was playing with, I took satisfaction in the sound we'd come up with. Everyone was grinning from ear-to-ear just like I had done earlier when it was just Jennifer, Lynn and me.

Then Eddie and I did the duet "Summer Breeze", by "Seals & Crofts", and I was very pleased with the improvisational licks that Jennifer played on her cello, making it sound as good as, if not better than the original. However, one of the songs that rally sent the crowd, which had now easily swelled to a good three-hundred people, into a frenzy of applause, was "Magic Man", by "Heart". Lisa and Tonya took the lead vocals on that one; and I have to say, the hair on the back of my neck literally stood on end as I listened to them sing, knowing that the Mackey sisters could sing just as good as the Wilson sisters ever did, no disrespect intended. And after playing for about forty minutes, which was roughly fifteen songs, we took another short break.

~~~~~~

"Oh, baby," Jennifer giggled, launching her self into my arms as soon as we were off stage, "We sound great, even if I say so myself."

"Yes," I chuckled, "I believe you're right, my love."

It wasn't two seconds later that Lynn threw her arms around the both of us wildly giggling, "Oh, my God, Mark! I never believed that we could all sound as good as we did."

"You've got that shit right, girl," Tonya smiled, walking toward us, "Man, you guys played so well; and you, Mark, have a fantastic voice."

"Thank you," I humbly replied, "But don't sell yourself short. You and your sister made the hair on the back of my neck stand straight up when you two did "Magic Man"."

"They did sound," Eddie added grinning, "Didn't they?"

"You're damn skippy, we did, boy," Lisa teased, giggling as she came up behind Eddie and smacked him on the ass, making not only him blush brightly, but the rest of us laugh like fools.

"Listen, you guys," I grinned, "How about we seriously consider putting this thing together for more than just tonight, what do ya'll say?"

Needless to say, everyone whole-heartedly agreed, and that was the moment that we, as Pegasus, became a group.

~~~~~~

When we took the stage again, we opened with "Free Ride" by "The Edgar Winter Group". With Eddie on vocals this time, we took the crowd to heights that no one in our town had ever seen before. You have to understand, dear readers, that hearing, as well as being a part of live music, which, when played at its purest perfection, brings on a rush that is literally better than sex...if you can imagine that...lol. 

We did a few more songs like "Roundabout" by "Yes", and "Lucky Man" and "From The Beginning", both by "Emerson, Lake, and Palmer". Of course when we did "Blackbird" and "Come Together", by "The Beatles", the crowd went absolutely crazy. However, we ended up closing the set with a song named "Without You", by "Harry Nilsson", which has been since covered by artists like Mariah Carey, Trisha Yearwood, just to name a few, and when we were finished, we left the crowd wanting more.

~~~~~~

As we were breaking down our gear imagine my surprise when Tom Hanson, Lynn's main boss, as well as the owner of Jericho's, approached me and said, "Hey, Mark, you guys sounded great."

"Well, hey Tom," I smiled, shaking his hand, "How in the hell are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks," he smiled, returning the handshake, "What would you charge me to come and play down at Jericho's next Friday and Saturday nights?"

"Jeez, I don't know," I honestly replied, "I'll have to talk about it with the rest of the group. Can I get back to you?"

"Sure," he excitedly grinned, "But just so you know, I don't care what it costs. I absolutely have to have you at my place. You guys have a great sound, and I want to you to make your professional debut at Jericho's."

"We'd love to," I told him, "I'll call you no later than Wednesday with a price. Would that be alright?"

"I look forward to it," he chuckled, "I'll talk to you then," and then he turned and walked away.

"We heard that, Mister Keyboards Extraordinaire," Lisa laughed, from behind me making me turn around to see everyone standing there grinning.

"So, what do you guys think?" I asked, "Would you be interested in taking the gig?"

"Hell yeah," Eddie grinned, "At least I would."

"The same goes for us," Tonya smiled, Lisa nodding her acknowledgement.

"You know that we're going wherever you do, baby," Lynn smiled, kissing my lips.

"She's right, my love," Jennifer purred, also kissing my lips.

"Uh...can I ask you a question with out pissing you off, mark?" Eddie inquired.

"Yes, we live together," I knowingly grinned, "And yes, the three of us sleep together, too. Do any of you have a problem with that?"

"No, not at all," Eddie lightly chuckled, "You lucky dog."

"You girls are the lucky ones," Lisa giggled, her and her sister looking me up and down, "I wish more people were that open minded, because the world would be a better place, that's for damned sure."

~~~~~~

We put a rehearsal schedule together for the next three nights at our house, as well as asking everyone to write down the names of the songs that each wanted to play. We also deciding that we, as a band, would put every song to a vote, so as to make certain that Pegasus would have a sound like no other band before us.

~~~~~~

Chapter Two

When we got home that afternoon it was around three o'clock, and after I got our gear loaded out of my van and back into the garage, or what was now the rehearsal room; Jennifer looked at me with smiles on her beautiful face said, "We're hungry, baby."




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 02



"Is that a fact?" I grinned, "And what do you propose we do about that?"

"I suggest that we take a shower together and then open the picnic basket we packed," Lynn giggled, "After that I want to fuck. What about you, Jen?"

"Ooo, that sounds good," she giggled, kissing Lynn's lips, while groping her right breast, "Playing on stage made me horny as hell."

All at once Jennifer and Lynn began to kiss very deeply, with Lynn slipping her hand down the front of Jennifer's pants. Suddenly all thoughts of food went out the window as the girls began to strip off their clothing right there in the kitchen. I watched as Lynn helped Jennifer up onto the counter, and then bent at the waist and buried her face between Jennifer's legs. 

"Oh, God," Jennifer groaned, "That's it, baby, yes, eat that pussy. God I love you so much."

I couldn't help myself when I got onto my knees and licked Lynn from behind, making her moan as she hungrily devoured Jennifer's pussy. And needless to say, my cock almost instantly became iron hard, as Jennifer urged me to take my clothes off.

"Oh, Mark, ungh," Jennifer moaned, "Take those clothes off and fuck her while she eats my hot cunt."

The next thing I knew was that I had my cock buried deep in Lynn's wonderfully warm, wet, and tight pussy, pumping her for all she was worth.

"Oh, God," Lynn groaned, momentarily pulling her face from between Jennifer's legs, "Fuck me, Mark, jam that cock into my pussy, baby."

I don't know whether it was luck, or just plain good timing, but as I began to squirt rope upon rope of hot scalding sperm into the deepest recesses of Lynn's beautiful pussy, it set off a chain reaction that made Lynn cum, with Jennifer right behind her, all three of us simultaneously groaning loudly.

~~~~~~

"You know," I said to both Jennifer and Lynn; with me between them as the three of us lay naked together in my bed, eating the contents of the picnic basket we'd packed before we went to the park, "We're going to have a good time with the band, but that also means that we've still got a lot of work to do between now and next weekend, and don't forget about school either."

"Duh," Lynn giggled, "Jen and I are graduating this year. You're the underclassman, baby boy."

"Oh, that reminds me, Jen," I said, "Have you told your parents that you're pregnant?"

"Yes," she replied, "And they're excited, too." 

"You're kidding me," I incredulously asked, "Do they know that I'm the father?"

"Of course," Jennifer brightly smiled, Lynn mischievously giggling along with her, "Who else would they think it is, Mark?"

"Come on," I said, "You mean to tell me that your father isn't ready to cut my balls off?"

"No, not yet," she smiled, "But he did say that if you didn't help me take care of our child, he would hunt you down and kill you."

"Great," I worriedly replied, getting out of bed and pacing my bedroom floor, "Now what am I going to do?"

"Relax," Jennifer giggled, "He knows how I feel about you. He knows how I feel about both of you."

"Oh, I imagine he really loved that little tidbit of information," I fretted, "I'll bet he has a bullet with my name engraved on it."

"Will you calm down, Mark?" Jennifer serenely said, "It's not as bad as you think it is."

"Of course not," I almost hysterically replied, "He's not going to cut my balls off; he's just going to kill me, no, that's not bad at all."

"MARK," Jennifer shouted, "SIT DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME, okay, baby?"

After reaching into my dresser drawer and pulling out a tee shirt and pair of shorts, I got dressed and then went into the kitchen and sat down, However, it was not before I pulled a bottle of Jim Beam out of my liquor cabinet, as well as a glass, and then poured myself a stiff drink...on the rocks.

~~~~~~

I was sitting there contemplating on how I was going to face Jennifer's father, when I suddenly felt a pair of large bare beasts on the left side of my face.

Knowing that it was my beautiful Jennifer, I wasn't surprised when I heard her softly tell me, "I love you, my darling, and you're making a mountain out of a mole hill...I promise you, baby."

"So, tell me," I asked, "How is it that your parents aren't highly pissed off at me, at least your father, that is?"

"Has the thought ever occurred to you, Mark, that maybe they love you?" she tenderly replied, gently wrapping her arms around my head, tenderly resting it between her breasts, "They know in no uncertain terms exactly how much I love you. I also made it a point to let them know that if they ever rejected either you or Lynn, then they would never see me again. Now do you understand, baby...hmm?"

"God, I love you so much," I softly replied, standing up to hold her, as my eyes began to fill with tears, "I would die for you, Jennifer. I swear by all that's holy I would."

"I know that you would, and I love you, too," she whispered, "Kiss me, my love." 

We stood with our faces gently pressed together, and unbeknown to us, Lynn stood in the doorway watching us as tears slowly poured down her beautiful face. However, this time she was shedding tears of joy and not sadness; because she knew that we both loved her as much as we loved one another.

Now all that was left to do was to tell, not only my parents that they were going to be grand-parents, but also tell my grand-parents that they were going to be great grand-parents.

~~~~~~

The next day was Monday, and being that I was now in my junior year of college, as the girls had so non-diplomatically pointed out to me the day before, I had no classes that day, and because she was also a senior; Lynn didn't have one until the early afternoon.

So, right after Jennifer had left the house for an early, eight o'clock, morning class, Lynn and were still in bed, as she rolled over and said, "Will you make love to me this morning, Mark?"

"Of course I will, my love," I softly replied, pulling her hot little naked body against mine, "Come here, sexy."

As I've already told you, dear readers, Lynn may have been a petite little thing, but her beauty, like Jennifer's was in a category all its own, and the more time I spent with the two of them; the deeper in love with them I fell.

Lynn began by sucking my cock as I ate her hot little pussy in the sixty-nine position. She loved having her clit sucked while being fingered and I could tell that she was nearing her orgasm, because her vaginal walls began to flutter. 

But as opposed to letting her go over the edge just then, I chose to slowly back off instead, making her whine, "Oh, Mark, why did you stop, baby? I was just about to cum."

"I know," I impishly replied, as I turned her around to face me, while still on top of me, "I've got a better idea." 

And then I slowly inserted my hard cock into her tight little quim, making her groan, "Oh, fuck yes, baby, gimme that big cock, you beautiful motherfucker."

Then I rolled her onto her back, slowly grinding her pussy with my cock for several moments until I started to really fuck her as at first, she slowly, and then loudly began to wail, "Yes, baby, oh God, yes, fuck my pussy, Mark. Ungh, ungh, yes, yes, I love you so much, oh, oh, OOOH GOD...FUCK MEEE, FASTER, HARDER, BABY. I'M GOING TO CUUUUMMM. I WANT YOU TO SHOOT THAT CUM DEEP INSIDE OF MY HOT WET PUSSY, MARK; YESSSS, OH GOD! DO IT, FUCK MEEE, OH, SHIT, I'M CUMMING, BABY, CUM WITH ME, NOW, MARK YEEESSS, OOOOOHHH GOD, NOOOOWWW!!!!"

"OH, FUCK YES," I loudly grunted, unloading the entire contents of my balls deep into her tiny pussy, "Oh; I love you, baby, I love you with all my heart."

~~~~~~

"Shit, that was good," Lynn panted, as we snuggled together in the afterglow of making love, "I love you, Mark, I really do, baby."

"I know you do, I smiled, tenderly kissing her lips, "And I love you, too."

"I'm not trying to spoil a nice moment," I told her, "But Eddie, Tonya and Lisa are all going to be here for practice tonight. I just wanted to remind you."

"I haven't forgotten," she smiled, "But don't forget that you also have to go with Jen to the gynecologist at eleven thirty this morning."

"I know," I grinned, "Are you as excited about the baby as I am?"

"Yes," Lynn smiled, "I think we all are. Do you think the baby will be a boy, or a girl?"

"I don't really care," I happily replied, "As long as it's born healthy, with ten little toes and ten little fingers."

"Of course it will be healthy, silly," Lynn giggled, "You and Jennifer both are in excellent shape so; the baby has no choice but to be healthy."

"I know it's going to be beautiful," I smiled, as I thought about it, "Just so long as it looks like Jen and not me."

"Oh, shut up, Mark," Lynn laughed, "You're beautiful yourself."

"Yeah, right," I teased, "What a crock."

"Are you trying to tell me that Jen and I have bad taste in men, Mark?" she pointedly asked, "Because if so, then you're full of shit clear to your ears."

"No, that's not it at all, baby girl," I sheepishly told her, " I guess I'm just still in shock that two women, especially two women as beautiful as you and Jen, find me attractive, even though we've been together for two years, and I'm so sorry...I really am."

"Damn, Mark," she sweetly replied, kissing my lips, "Your ex-girlfriend really did a number on you, poor baby." 

"I don't know," I replied, my head hung in shame, "She was a real bitch though, that's for damn sure."

"That's okay, my beautiful lover," Lynn tenderly told me, "Like I told you before, Jen and I are going to love away the pain of your past, baby; the war, that Rachael bitch, all of it. It may take a little longer than we thought, but that's okay, too, and you know what?"

"No," I quietly replied, "What?"

"Jen and I love you so very much, Mark honey," she sweetly said, "But we think you're more than worth it so; don't worry about it, okay baby?"

"Okay," I smiled, feeling a little more relieved than before, "I love you guys, too, more than you'll ever know."

Suddenly, and for reasons unknown to me at the time, my eyes began to fill with tears which rained down my face like a deluge before I even knew what was happening.

"Mark," Lynn asked, a concerned look washing across her face," You're scaring me, baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing really," I smiled, with tears on my face, "It's just that...well...I've never really felt like this before, and I guess it's just a little overwhelming, that's all."

"You precious, sweet man," Lynn purred, taking me into her arms and tightly holding me against her, "I'm so glad and thankful to have you in my life, baby, and so is Jen." 

"I love you, Lynn," I softly replied, holding her in my arms, "I love both of you very much, baby."

"And that's all that will ever matter, Mark......"

~~~~~~

It was getting close to eleven o'clock; Lynn had already gone to class, and Jennifer had just gotten home. I'd long since been showered and dressed, and was anxiously waiting for her arrival.

"Are you ready to go, my love?" Jennifer smiled, her beautiful green eyes dancing like candle flames in the wind.

"I sure am," I grinned, gently kissing her sweet lips, "I was born ready, baby."

"Is that right?" she giggled, "Well, come on then, Mister I Was Born Ready."

~~~~~~

After the Lab technician had come into the exam room earlier and taken a sample of Jennifer's blood, Dr. Ellen Jacobs came in a little later wearing a bright smile on her face. She was somewhere in her late thirties, maybe early forties, and was a blue eyed blond who was nicely built; and the fact that she had taken very good care of herself was apparent by looking at her. From what Jen had told me earlier, she had been seeing Dr. Jacobs since she was fourteen.

"Hi, Jen," Dr. Jacobs smiled, "How are you, sweetie, and who is this handsome thing you've brought in with you?"

"Hi Ellen," Jennifer smiled, hugging Dr. Jacobs, "Please allow me to introduce you to Mark Haynes. Not only is he my boyfriend, but he is also the father of our baby."

"It's nice to meet you, Mark," Dr. Jacobs sweetly replied, "My, my, but doesn't Jen have good taste in men," and needless to say, my face immediately turned beet red, making both women giggle.

"It's nice to meet you, too, Doctor Jacobs," I quietly replied.

"Please, feel free to call me Ellen," she brightly smiled, then looking at Jennifer, "And I think he's adorable, Jen. Look at him blush, that's so cute." 

"I know," Jennifer giggled, "That's one of the many reasons that I love him so much."

"I'm glad that you two have each other," Ellen grinned. Then, presenting Jennifer with a couple of medical forms, she told her, "According to your blood and urine tests, you're about three months along the way. I'm also going to give you a prescription for some prenatal vitamins that I want you to take. Other than that, everything looks good and I want to see you back here in a month, okay sweetie?"

"Okay," Jennifer smiled, "Thank you, Ellen, thank you for everything."

"No problem, Jen," she replied smiling, "But I have a question for you, if you don't mind that is."

"I don't mind," Jennifer grinned, "What do you want to know?"

"What do your parents have to say about this?" she asked, "I mean, aren't they a little upset that you didn't wait until you graduated from college before getting pregnant?"

"They were a little pissed off at first," she told Ellen," But then I pointed out to them that not only was I a grown woman, but they'd better be accepting of their unborn grand child, as well as its father, or they wouldn't get to see it, or be a part of its life...ever."

"Oh, my God, Jen," Ellen audibly gasped, "What did they say about that?"

"It took them a few days to work through it," Jennifer pointedly replied, "But they finally saw things my way. Now, if I can convince, Mark, to come to Mom and Dad's with me, then everything will be perfect."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure you can persuade him," Ellen giggled, "One way or another, huh?"

"Trust me, I know exactly how to persuade him," Jennifer seductively smiled, both women giggling again.

~~~~~~

As we were driving back to the house, I realized that I never knew that Jennifer had basically delivered an ultimatum to her parents where me the baby were concerned. And in doing so, I reached over and took her hand and asked, "Why didn't you tell me that you'd told your parents what you did about the baby and me?"

"Because, Mark," she fearlessly replied, looking into my eyes, "Now that I'm in love with two people, one of whom is the father of our unborn child, I've come to a point in my life where nothing else matters but the three of us, soon to be four of us." 

"That took a lot of guts," I replied, squeezing her hand, "I hope you know that."

"Not really," she sweetly smiled, "You see, my parents were hippies back in the sixties; and they raised me to have a strong will, and to not be afraid to stand up for what I knew was right."

"Still though, I'm sure that their feelings had to have been hurt," I said, "I mean, how could they not be?"

"Wait until you meet them, Mark," she grinned, "You'll see."

~~~~~~

When we arrived back home, Lynn was there waiting for us with baited breath.

"So," she excitedly asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"She said that I'm about three months pregnant," Jennifer replied smiling, "And that everything looks good."

"You and Mark have got to be so excited," Lynn said, "I know that I sure am."

"Yes, we are," Jennifer grinned, "Now, if I can only get him to come with us to Mom and Dad's house."

"Alright, for fuck's sake," I laughed, relenting, "Set a date for this coming Sunday and I'll go, alright?"

"Oh, thank you, baby, "Jennifer cooed, placing her arms around my neck and hugging me, "I love you, Mark."

"Me, too," Lynn smiled, hugging us, "I love you, too, Mark."

"And I love you," I gently replied, now holding both girls against me, "I love you both very much."

Then Lynn pulled back from us with a knowing smile on her face and said, "I've got a surprise for you two."

"Oh, really," Jennifer giggled, "What is it?"

"Tom, the owner of Jericho's called while you two were at the doctor's office," she excitedly replied, "And he said that he's going to put our band name, Pegasus, in the paper to advertise our gig this coming weekend."

"Oh, wow, that's great," I chuckled, "Speaking of which, has everyone called to let us know that they'll be at practice tonight?"

"Yeah, Eddie called a few minutes ago, as a matter of fact," Lynn giggled, "And I talked to Tonya and Lisa after I got out of class today, and everyone is going to be here at five o'clock."

"Okay," I smiled, "I'll set up everything in the rehearsal room if you girls wouldn't mind making us something to eat."

"You got it, Mark," Lynn smiled, winking at me.

"Mmm, something to eat sounds good right about now," Jennifer added, with both of them kissing my lips before we parted ways to do our respective jobs before the rest of the band arrived later.

~~~~~~

I set my gear up in the far left hand corner of the room, and put Lynn and Jennifer on the far right hand side, leaving room for everyone else in the middle. And when I set up the microphone that would be on Jennifer's cello, a thought came to mind. However, I would have to talk it over with her first before I acted upon it. 

But then again, I could always just surprise her, but I knew that I would have to make sure to get Lynn in on it so as not to make her feel left out. I remembered how she felt when the news of Jennifer's pregnancy came out; and I wasn't about to put Lynn through anything like that, ever again, not ever.

~~~~~~

Eddie knew to bring his floor monitors because I didn't have nearly enough to cover all six of us. I did, however, have plenty of microphones; because after all, I used a twenty-four track mixing board with more than enough power for everyone on stage.

This was during the time when digital musical instruments had just come into being. But me, I was an old-school analog keyboardist, which, in my personal, as well as educated opinion, was the reason that digital music first came about to begin with.

Still though, I must say, that digital instruments are a whole lot easier to not only keep in tune, but move without fear of damaging the instrument. And like I've said many times before, dear reader, the keyboard players of today have it so much easier when it comes to how much time is needed to change sounds. They don't have to create them from scratch, all they had to do is simply push a button and use the preset, factory created sound that is available within the memory banks keyboards of today.

I'd just completed arranging the rehearsal room, and had finished set up the microphones and monitors in preparation for practice, when Jennifer popped her head around the door, and with a smile on her face, told, "Supper is ready, baby. Come wash up and sit down and let's eat, okay?"

"Yummy," I lecherously teased, "Which one of you is the main course; and which one of you is dessert?" 

"Oh, hush," she giggled, "You're such a dirty boy sometimes, I swear."

"That's right," I grinned, gently squeezing her ass as I walked by her, "And you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?"

"No," she laughed, "And that's one of the many reasons that I love you, baby."

~~~~~~

After I'd finished washing my hands and face, I sat down at the table with the two people that I loved the more than anything in the whole wide world, my beautiful Jennifer and Lynn. The table was set very nicely and I could tell that they'd gone to a lot of trouble.

They had broiled three nice sized pieces of New York Strip, perfectly I might add, In addition there were black eyed peas, asparagus, crème corn, with a nice vegetable salad, all of which had been prepared perfectly.




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 02



"Gosh," I smiled, "This looks absolutely delicious."

"We're glad you think so," Lynn purred.

"We hope you like it, Mark," Jennifer smiled, both of then taking my hands, "We love you very much."

"She's right about that, baby," Lynn replied, her eyes filling with tears, "We love you all of our hearts."

"Hey, now," I said, concerned, "What's with the tears, my love. Are you alright?"

"Yes," she sniffled, then reached across the table and took Jennifer's hand, "It's just that...well...I haven't felt this loved since before my parents died...and I..." she couldn't continue for crying.

Jennifer and I immediately rose from our chairs and swiftly came around to where Lynn was seated. After throwing our arms around her, it was Jennifer who kissed her lips, and then softly told her, "We love you, baby, and we'll always love you; and we're never, ever going to leave you. Are we, Mark?"

"Jen speaks the truth, my love," I tenderly replied, "We're all in this for the long haul, as in for the rest of our lives, Lynn. Please tell us that you understand this...please."

"I understand," she giggled, still sniffling a little, "It's just that sometimes I get a little overwhelmed, that's all. Just ignore me when I get like this."

"Oh, no," Jennifer softly told her, "We'll never ignore you, baby. You're a part of us now, and when you hurt, we hurt. Do you understand us, my love?"

"I do now," she tenderly replied, firmly hugging us both and sweetly smiling, "I really do."

~~~~~~

After we finished eating supper, I helped the girls clean up the kitchen, even though they protested, telling me that it was their job and not mine. I simply let it go in one ear and out of the other, kissing their lips and squeezing their hot asses, which, of course they loved, both of them.

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

Once Eddie, Tonya, and Lisa got to the house, I helped them get their gear set up, and then made sure I'd done sound checks on all six of us. I can't begin to tell you, dear reader, how thrilling it was to have a band in which we had the capabilities of facilitating six part harmonies, man, it was great. 

Of course it was that capability which separated us from every band that any of us had ever heard. And because we had two keyboard players, me and Lynn, that allowed us to not only be able to play any song we wanted, but it also gave us a sound, which, like I already stated; was like no other anywhere.

However, before we played anything that night, we sat down together and drew up a list that consisted of four sets of songs, each set containing eighteen songs, which added up to seventy-two songs all together.

It was stuff ranging from the nineteen sixties, nineteen seventies, and mid nineteen eighties, which is when what you're reading all took place. We played no country music, only rock, light rock, and last, but most certainly not least, my particular favorite; progressive rock.

Make no mistake when I tell you that everything we played, and I do mean everything, had all been on the radio at one time or another, as well as had been very well known songs. They were all still well know songs for that matter, and after rehearsal was over with that night, every single one of us were all amazed at how good we really sounded.

~~~~~~

Most of us were either in our junior or senior year of college, with the exception of Lisa. She was a sophomore, but that didn't matter. She was, and to this day, still is, the finest bass guitar played that I've ever seen and/or heard.

~~~~~~

I called Tom on Wednesday to tell him how much it was going to cost him for us to play at Jericho's. And when I quoted the price of one thousand, two hundred dollars to him for both Friday and Saturday nights, he didn't even blink an eye.

Instead, he laughed and said, "Hell, mark, I was expecting to have to pay a hell of a lot more than that." 

"Oh, really," I chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind when you ask us to come back...and once the word gets out about Pegasus after people have heard us play, you will be asking us back, I promise."

"Let's see how this weekend goes first, hot shot," he laughed, "I want ya'll to play from nine pm to one am. Can you handle it?"

"No sweat, Tom," I assured him, "We'll see you on Friday."

"Great," he grinned, "I'm really looking forward to it...oh, and don't forget that I'll be advertising you guys in the paper and ion the radio, too, alright."

"No problem," I told him, "We'll see you on Friday."

~~~~~~

The next day after my morning classes, I had an advanced creative writing class that afternoon, which was taught by none other than Dr. Marsha Briggs. She and I had become good during the almost three years that I'd been going to college. And in doing so, she'd also come to respect my work very greatly. I had recently, the previous class, written and turned in a paper on my own personal views of life and all that had happened to me during my own.

Through all of the classes I'd taken since I'd been going to college, it had been my experience that in a few, but not many, classes, there always seemed to be one student in particular who thought and/or claimed that they knew more than anyone else, including the teacher.

In this class the student, or in this case, asshole, who thought they knew more than everyone else, was named David Himmler. Not only was he a jock, but he was a brash, arrogant prick, who, come to find out, was being tutored by orders of the head football coach, Coach Adler, and was now repeating this particular class because he'd received an "F" in it the year before. It also happened that I shared this class with Tonya Mackey, the drummer in our band, Pegasus, hence the reason I knew her from before.

I'm not knocking athletes, nor am I trying to put them down. But this asshole was one of those types of jocks who used his size to intimidate others, making him a bully, and I've already stated more than once how much I hate bullies. He might've been a big boy, but that was all he was, a simple minded and stupid boy who thought with his dick instead of his brain, the idiot...lol. And unlike the other people he'd intimidated, this jerk didn't scare me one bit, I assure you.

Anyway, back to the story...Dr. Briggs chose to read my paper aloud to the class that morning because not only had she given me an "A+", but she had also been emotionally moved by the paper I'd written. Not only had I told about my experiences of losing my friends in combat, as well as what it felt like, but I also wrote about how I felt, knowing that I was going to become a father in a few months.

I had literally poured my heart out when I wrote this paper; and while protected the identity of not only my friends whom I'd lost in Beirut, but also the identity of Jennifer as well as Lynn. I also explained, in depth, how Jennifer's being pregnant was helping me to get past the God awful feelings of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, and therefore helping me to find some semblance of inner peace. 

When Dr. Briggs had finished reading my paper, she wiped the tears from her face. And then while not having yet revealed the identity of the person who'd written it, she looked up from the paper and asked, "Can anyone tell me what the author of this beautiful piece is trying to tell us?"

"Hell yeah, Doc" Himmler tastelessly answered, trying to be funny, "Whoever wrote that said that the best way to get over war, is to come home and find a nice piece of ass, but unfortunately he forgot to wear a rubber, because his dumb ass knocked the bitch up," then he began to laugh while looking around the room trying to encourage the rest of the class to laugh along with him. 

"I've had enough of your infantile outbursts, Mister Himmler," Dr. Briggs harshly replied, then leaned down to gaze into his face as a lioness would her prey, and hissed, "Get out...now. Not only have you just earned yourself an "F" for the rest of the semester, but according to Coach Adler, this was your last chance so, it looks like you've probably blown your scholarship as well, now, get out."

"Fuck you, bitch," Himmler stupidly spat, standing up, "And fuck Coach Adler. I don't need this college to play pro ball.

He advanced toward Dr. Briggs until I got out of my chair, and then while placing myself in between him and her, I vehemently told him, "I believe you heard what the lady said. Hit the bricks, dude."

"Fuck you, asshole," he growled, "I'll kick your punk ass, dick head...come on."

I looked at Dr. Briggs who simply winked, silently giving me permission to act upon Himmler's threat, and I did exactly that, telling him, "Come on then, asshole!"

It lasted all of two seconds. As he took a swing at me, I blocked his punch, and then jumped straight up into the air, coming down with hard kick to the side of his left knee, feeling it shatter as I followed through. Then he hit the floor, screaming in pain, and holding his knee as he lay in there.

"Call campus security," I told Dr. Briggs, "I'm pressing felony assault charges against this idiot."

~~~~~~

Needless to say, campus security, along with the paramedics, arrived in the classroom, the security officers taking statements from everyone there, Dr. Briggs included. It was funny that everyone all said the same thing, and that was that he had tried to hit me and I was defending myself. The coaches all tried to have me arrested immediately, but there wasn't any evidence indicating anything other than I was acting in self defense. 

~~~~~~

When I arrived home that evening, the girls were in a panic, having already heard that I'd been in a fight.

"Oh, no, Mark," Lynn frantically said, "Are you alright, baby?"

"Is anything broken?" Jennifer asked, "God, I'd just die if something happened to you."

"Relax," I chuckled, "I'm perfectly alright, and no, Jen, nothing is broken."

"Thank God," Jennifer sighed, in relief, "When I heard you'd been in a fight with David Himmler, I automatically thought the worst."

It was then that I proceeded to tell them everything that had happened in order to put their minds at ease.

"I don't mean any disrespect, Mark," Lynn said, "But David is a really big guy. I'm surprised that you came out of this with not even so much as a bruise."

"Give me some credit, will ya?" I irritably said, "Besides, that asshole was all brawn and no brains."

"I already said that I didn't mean any disrespect," she heatedly replied, "Quit thinking with your penis for a change, why don't you?"

"Kiss my ass," I snapped back, "I don't need any of this shit, especially not from you, dammit," and then I turned and angrily headed down the hall toward my bedroom.

"Mark, baby, wait," Lynn said after me, "I didn't mean..." but before she could finish what she was saying, the slamming of my bedroom door blocked her voice out.

"Damn," she said, "He can be such a baby sometimes, I swear."

"Yep," Jennifer smirked, trying not to laugh, "But maybe you should've chosen your words a little more carefully."

"Yeah," Lynn sighed, shaking her head, "I know."

"Relax, girl," Jennifer giggled, "He won't stay mad for very long, trust me."

~~~~~~

I had closed the door behind me, and was lying on my bed, trying to let my temper cool a little bit. Hell I wasn't really angry to begin with. The only thing that had been hurt was my pride, and after all, Lynn was only concerned about me; that's all. But still, after we'd been together for this long, I at least thought that she would've had a little more faith in my abilities, if anything to not protect her and Jennifer, but most of all, myself.

"Hell, Mark," I laughed aloud, "Quit being such a baby, and swallow your pride for fuck's sake."

~~~~~~

I'd apparently fallen asleep because after about an hour I was being awakened by Jennifer, telling me that supper was almost ready and that I should wake up and get cleaned up to eat.

"Is Lynn still here?" was the first thing I asked her, "I need to apologize to for snapping at her earlier."

"Of course, she is," Jennifer tenderly smiled, "She's in the kitchen setting the table."

~~~~~~

After I had washed my hands and face, I walked into the kitchen to find Lynn standing at the stove with her back to me. God she looked so beautiful from behind with her hair in a ponytail, wearing a simple form-fitting tank top and a pair of shorts that hugged the cheeks of her hot little ass, and looking oh so delicious.

I quietly walked up behind her, and after bending down and snaking my arms around her tiny little waist, I gently pulled her against me, and then kissed the back of her neck, making her slightly shiver in my arms.

"I'm sorry for biting your head off earlier," I tenderly told her, "I know you were only concerned about me, and I love you for that."."

"I know you do, Mark, and I love you, too," she smiled, "But maybe I should've chosen my words a little more carefully."

"Nah," I chuckled, "Sometimes I have the tendency to act like a kid, and I'm sorry."

"I know you do," she giggled, turning around in my arms to face me, kissing my lips, "But to be honest, I don't think I would want you any other way."

I leaned down and gave her a very gentle, tender kiss, that madder her toes curl, and mine, too, for that matter. Then I looked into her eyes and quietly said, "I want you to know that I love you, Lynn...and nothing will ever change that. Do you understand me?"

Suddenly I saw a lone tear making its way down her beautiful cheek, as she stood on her toes to kiss me, but not before she softly replied, "I love you, too, Mark, and nothing is ever going to change that either."

All at once I heard Jennifer sniffle right before she placed her arms around both Lynn and I, as she said, "And will I love you both for the rest of my life."

"We love you, too, baby," I smiled, holding both of my beautiful angels as close as was humanly possible.

However, about that time my stomach chose to growl, very loudly, too, making the girls giggle as Lynn smiled and said, "We better feed him, Jen, because God knows that he's going to need all the strength he can muster after band practice tonight."

"Why," I stupidly asked, "What's going to happen after band practice tonight?"

Reaching down and gently palming the crotch of my pants, Jennifer leaned up, then softly licked my ear and purred, "Because Lynn and I are going to suck you dry after you've fucked us until we can't walk, okay baby?"

"Hmm," I knowingly grinned, "That sounds real good to me," and then I pinched their beautiful asses, eliciting excited squeals from both of them.

~~~~~~

That night at practice was the night that we, as a band, all came together. We went through all four sets without incident, all of us spiritually feeding off one another, leaving no doubt that all we needed to do were, for each of us, to simply look at one another and know what our band mates were thinking. It was absolutely amazing, it truly was. And as far as Jennifer and Lynn and I were concerned, it only strengthened the love I had for them, permanently sealing the bond I had with them that was only further deepening as each second passed. 

~~~~~~

That night as we laid down to sleep, which by this time, none of us ever wore anything in bed, Jennifer leaned over and kissed me and then Lynn, telling us, "I love you two with all my heart," and then laid her head back down onto my chest, snuggling her body against me.

"I love you, too, Jen," Lynn softly replied, reaching across my chest to hold Jennifer's hand, "And I love you, Mark."

"I know, babies, and I love ya'll, too," I smiled, "Goodnight, my angels."

~~~~~~

The next day was Friday and from she'd previously told me, Jennifer's parents were going to be at the gig that night; and to say that I was a little nervous would be a huge understatement. Still though, I was going to face them anyway, regardless of what was said, because I loved Jennifer that much, especially now that she was carrying our unborn child inside of her.

~~~~~~

I had an early advanced piano class with Miss Julie Hanover that day, and because it was only seven-thirty when I left the house that morning, the girls were still asleep. As I drove to the college campus, my mind drifted back to when I'd first met Jennifer and Lynn, and in doing so; I also remembered the condition I was in, emotionally, and how they'd told me that they were going to love the bad dreams out of me.

And it was then that I began to realize that after the three of us began living together, it wasn't long before their predictions began to manifest themselves into reality, making it extraordinarily difficult for me to remember when the last time it was that I'd had a nightmare about my time spent not only in Beirut, but the military all together.

~~~~~~

"Good morning, Mark," Julie smiled, as I walked into class a little early, "How're you this morning?"

"Hey, Julie," I grinned, "I'm doing well, thank you."

"I had a conversation about you with Tom Hanson when I went out to eat at Jericho's last Wednesday night," she said, "And he told me that you're one of the members of a smoking hot rock band that's going to playing in there this weekend. Is that true?"

"Yes ma'am," I grinned, "We call ourselves Pegasus."

"Then I look forward to hearing you guys, because I plan on being there," she smiled, "But there's something else I want to ask you, and you can tell me that it's none of my business, if you want to."

"Alright," I knowingly replied, "What is it that you'd like to know?"

"I heard that you live with two women," she said, "Is that true?"

"Yes, it is," I firmly replied, "But the last time I looked, I wasn't breaking any laws by having two female room mates."

Then I looked into her eyes, and quietly asked, "What is it that you really want to know, Julie? Come on; be honest, for Christ's sake. I mean, after all, I thought you and I were friends."

"Okay, Mark, you're right, we are friends so, don't get upset by what I'm about to ask you," she plainly replied, "Are the three of you sleeping together?"

"Yes, we are," I pointedly told her, "And like I said before, we're not breaking any laws by doing that either."

"No, you're not," she replied, with a smirk on her face, "I just wanted to see if you would tell me the truth, that's all."

"Oh, so you think this is funny, huh?" I asked, becoming a little pissed off with the attitude Julie was displaying with her facial features, "Just so you know, I love these two women with all of my heart, one of which is carrying my unborn child I might add; and they are, hands down, the two finest people that I've ever met."

"Wait, Mark, please, you've got it all wrong," she pleaded, "I meant no disrespect, I swear."

"Oh, really," I dryly asked, "Then how did you mean it?"

"Well," she said, looking down as her face began to turn bright red, "If anything, I'm jealous."

"Is that right?" I asked, surprised, "You're a very attractive woman so; what on earth could you possibly be jealous about?"

And even though the class room was still empty, as I had gotten there early, Julie Hanover leaned in and quietly told me, "You're the most handsome, not to mention the sweetest man that I've ever met; and I was hoping that after you graduated this year, you and I could perhaps get together and see what happened."

When she raised her head and looked at me, there were tears in her eyes, and it was plain to see that she was clearly embarrassed. But; as opposed to becoming angry with her, I simply placed my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug.

Then I pulled my handkerchief from out of my back pocket, and while wiping the tears that were, by this time, running down her pretty cheeks, I smiled and told her, "You know, you honor me by telling me what you just did, and if things were different, Julie, I wouldn't hesitate to go anywhere with you, I hope you know that?"




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 02



"I do now," she sweetly smiled, and then leaned over and gently kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you, Mark; and I want you to tell those two women that I think they are the luckiest girls in the world to have you in their lives."

"Nah," I chuckled, "If anything, I'm the lucky one, but I'll be sure to tell them what you said, regardless."

Then looking at her watch, she smiled and said, "I'm going to get us both a cup of coffee, cutie, and by the time I get back, our students should be getting here."

"Please," I teased, "I think you're the cutie, not me. I hope you know that I've always thought that, too, okay?"

"Oh, really," she brightly giggled, "Thank you, kind sir."

"You're welcome, m'lady," I smiled, "And I take my coffee with cream and sugar, by the way."

"Brat," she laughed, on her way out.

~~~~~~

On the way home from class, and because I'd managed to save well over thirty thousand dollars while I was in the Navy, I stopped at the music store and bought a Fender Stratocaster™ electric guitar, with a Boss™ effects board for it, as well as a Fender™ Twin Reverb amplifier. I was going to need it to play rhythm guitar behind Eddie on some of the tunes we did where my acoustic/electric guitar wasn't going to be enough. I only spend a little over two thousand dollars after tax, which I would be able to replace once the band began to play more regularly.

Once the baby was born, I was going to need better insurance than what I had so; I made sure to let Mom and Dad point me in the right direction, where that was concerned. I wanted to be the best father I could possibly be so that Jennifer had as little to worry about while she was pregnant.

Once she had told me that she was pregnant, I began making plans right then to do all of the things that fathers are supposed to do. I made damn sure that I'd consulted not only my parents, but my grand parents as well. And when the time came, I certainly wanted to include Jennifer's parents, because it would be so unfair not to.

I wanted them to be able to rest easy where their grandchild was concerned; and even though I'd done all of this, I still fretted about meeting them tonight for the first time. However, little did I know that all of my fears would be put to rest that very evening?

~~~~~~

It was noon when I got home, and not surprisingly, I found Lynn and Jennifer lying naked in the sun out by the pool.

"Hello, my darlings," I smiled, walking out back to kiss my girls, "How was your morning?"

"We missed you, baby," Jennifer grinned, "You need to take off your clothes, right now, Mark."

"She's right, baby," Lynn cooed, standing up and walking toward me, "Strip, mister."

"Why," I asked, "Don't you two have class in a few minutes?"

"We're not going to day," Lynn giggled.

"Why not?" I asked

"Because," Jennifer replied, also giggling, "We fucked each other after you left this morning, but we still want some cock so, strip."

"Jeez," I teased, removing my clothes, "You two are going to be the death of me yet."

"Oh, quit your whining," Jennifer giggled, now standing beside me and kissing my neck while Lynn got on her knees and took my cock into her mouth, "You can be such a baby sometimes, I swear."

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

After a couple of hours of rested after my girls had had their way with me that morning, Eddie and I went to Jericho's to set the gear up. Because their going to be six people on stage, I took the whole P.A. as opposed to the minimal set up I'd used when we played in the park, and at practice.

We also took Tonya's drums and Lisa's amps, as well as everything else that was going to be needed. I also made certain that I took a Shure™ SM-57 microphone to mike Jennifer's Cello, ensuring that the whole spectrum of sound vibrations that resonated from the body of her instrument would be picked up.

I'd told everyone to be there at least an hour to ninety minutes before we took the stage in order to do a sound check. In other words, I wanted to make certain that the drums were mike'd correctly, Jennifer's cello, as well as all of the amps that were going to be plugged, line-out, into the P.A., were all at the proper volume levels.

Once Eddie and I had set up all of the gear, and placed the microphones in the correct places, I went ahead and got the levels set on his gear, mine and Lynn's, as well as Lisa's bass guitar amp. And because the mikes were already in place, all that was left was to set the drum levels, vocals, and Jennifer's cello.

~~~~~~

OPENING NIGHT

Tom had gone all out when it came to advertising what was about to take place that weekend. He'd placed ads in not only the town paper, but the college paper, the radio and television as well, promising that we would have a good crowd to play in front of. Hell, he going to need it to recoup what he'd promised to pay us that weekend. Still though, everyone who knew Tom, knew that even though he was an unassuming kind of guy, he could easily afford to pay us the agreed upon price. After we'd done our sound check, all of the band members, the girls for certain, had all gone back to their respective homes to change clothes

~~~~~~

When Jennifer, Lynn and I arrived at Jericho's, we were pleasantly surprised to find people standing in a line that stretched for almost two full city blocks, waiting to get in. Needless to say, my Jennifer and Lynn were dressed to the nines, as was I.

My two angels saw to that personally, telling me, "We want every female in the house to be drooling when they look at you so that we can laugh when you come home with us."

"That's a little mean," I smirked, "Don't you think?"

"No," Lynn giggled, "You belong to us."

"That's right," Jennifer added, "We don't want any of these bitches around here to even so much as think they stand a chance with you."

"Damn," I laughed, "Remind me to never piss either one of you off."

"Oh, shut up," Jennifer laughed, her green eyes flashing as she lightly smacked me on the ass, "We love you, Mark."

"I know," I replied, hugging them both, "And I love you, too, both of you, with all of my heart."

~~~~~~

We opened up the first set with Rick Derringer's "Rock and Roll Hoochie Koo," followed directly by "Knights in White Satin," by The Moody Blues. Everyone in the band played their parts perfectly, and when I looked across the stage at Lynn, she had a giant smile plastered across her beautiful face.

Up to this point, the crowd had been extremely attentive and wildly applauded all that we had given them thus far. However, when we broke out with "Free Ride" by The Edgar Winter Group, they went absolutely crazy for some reason. Still though, we played it all the way through, not missing a single part or note. 

We continued to rock for a few more songs until we decided to slow the music down a bit. And it was then when Lynn to played and sang "Angel of the Morning", the original version by, Merrilee Rush, and I followed her with "Diary" by the immortal David Gates, and Bread. 

Of course the dance floor was filled with every song we played, but it was especially crowded on the slow songs. However, I will never be more surprised than I was when I saw not only my parents, but my grandparents, too, dancing past the stage with huge grins on both of their faces.

~~~~~~

The time finally arrived that we could take a break, and right before I left the stage, Jennifer took my right hand and said, "Come on, baby. I want you to meet my Mom and Dad."

"Are you sure?" I uncomfortably asked, "I mean, couldn't we...."

"Just come with us, silly," she giggled, stopping me before I could object, "It's not going to be as bad as you think."

"Us," I asked, "Who do you..."

"She's right you know," Lynn laughed, as she suddenly appeared to take my left hand, pulling me in the same direction as Jennifer was leading me, "Come on, Mark, ya big chicken."

~~~~~~~

Jennifer and Lynn escorted me to a table that a man and a woman were seated at, which, once we got closer to the table, there was no denying that these two people were most definitely Jennifer's parents.

The man had hair the same color as mine with eyes the same color as Jennifer's, Emerald Green. However, the woman looked exactly like Jennifer with the exception of her blue eyes; and she looked more like her sister than her mother.

"Mom, Dad," Jennifer smiled, when we reached the table, "I'd like to introduce you to the man I will love for the rest of my life, Mark Haynes."

Then Jennifer knowingly grinned at me and said, "Mark, these are my parents, Gary and Laura Bradley."

"Hello," I smiled, extending my hand, "It's very nice to meet you both."

"Oh, Jen," her mother sweetly giggled, standing up and taking my hand, "Isn't he the most handsome thing? It's so nice to meet you, Mark honey."

"Thank you," I politely replied, gently shaking her hand, "It's nice to meet you, too, Missus Bradley, ma'am."

"Nonsense, m'boy," her father grinned, standing and then gently taking my hand from his wife and shaking it, "My name is Gary, and my wife's name is Laura. Please, Mark, feel free to use our first names when you address us, son; we're all adults here."

"Jennifer has told us so many good things about you," Laura smiled, "And we want you to know right now that we're proud that she has someone in her life that loves her the way you and Lynn do."

"I love her with all of my heart," I honestly told them, "I swear to you, and I would die before I ever let anything bad happen to her. I hope you believe me when I tell you this."

"Relax, kid," Gary proudly smiled, patting me on the shoulder, "We fully trust you, Lynn and Jennifer, as well as the decisions Jen makes where her life is concerned, especially now that we have a grandchild on the way."

"Thank you, sir," I said, feeling greatly relieved, "I can't begin to tell you both how good it makes me feel to hear you say that."

"I also wanted to tell something else, Mark," Gary chuckled, "You guys play your asses off up on that stage."

"Thanks, Gary," I laughed, "I would be honored if you and Laura would allow me to escort you to my family's table to sit."

~~~~~~

After Id' introduced Jen's parents to the rest of my family, it was nearing time for us to take the stage gain. So, with that in mind, Lynn, Jennifer and I excused ourselves to go back on stage with the promise that we would all return on the next set break to say hello.

~~~~~~

The next set was even better than the first, because the crowd stayed on their feet the whole time we were on stage. Everyone was wildly applauding us after every song we played. However, I thought they were going to come unglued when I played the B-3 organ solo on Carlos Santana's "Oye Como Va", which, I'll admit, has always been one of my personal favorites anyway.

The whole band was rocking right along with one another throughout the entire second set, and I could tell by the looks on the faces of each of my band mates that everyone was having a very good time. It was very apparent that we were all experiencing that adrenaline rush that only comes from being on stage; and any musician who has ever done it will all, bar none, tell you that it feels even better than sex.

But when we decided to slow things down, which indicated that we were nearing the end of the set my sweet Lynn came across the stage to sit behind my keyboards while I picked up my acoustic/electric guitar. I got behind Eddie's microphone and then played as well as sang "Everything I Own" by David Gates and Bread; and when I was finished, there wasn't a dry eye in the house. But in order to keep the audience in the same appreciative frame of mind, Lynn stayed behind my keyboards while I still played my guitar. 

And after placing her cello in its appropriate stand, my beautiful Jennifer came to the front and center of the stage. And while Lynn played the keys, I finger picked my acoustic/electric guitar so that Jennifer could sing "Landslide" by Stevie Nicks. Talk about bringing the house down; once we were finished with the song, the applause rang out to a near deafening volume, and it was then that I knew that "Pegasus" was going to be more than just some obscure band somewhere in Anytown, USA. We were destined for greatness, I could literally feel it.

~~~~~~

On the second break, the girls and I went to my family's table where Jennifer's parents were now seated. We were greeted by my Mom, who stood with a proud smile on her face.

"You all sound so good, babies," Mom giggled, throwing her arms around the girls instead of me, "And I'm so very proud you."

"Thanks, Mom," I said, "But I need to talk to the rest of the band while you guys visit with Jennifer and Lynn, okay?"

"Go ahead, son," my grandfather teased, "They're a lot prettier than your ass ever was anyway."

"Yeah, yeah," I playfully mocked him, making a hasty retreat to go talk to my band mates, "I love you, too, Poppy..."

~~~~~~

"Hey, Eddie," I smiled, as he, Lisa and Tonya sat at our reserved table, "Do we sound great, or what, dude?"

"You're damn skippy about that, brother," he grinned, as he stood and shook my hand, "I've never played in a band that sounded this good before."

"Thanks for bringing me and Tonya in on this, Mark," Lisa smiled, standing to hug me, "We really appreciate it."

"You're very welcome, girlie," I grinned, "You two have more than earned a place in this band as far as I'm concerned."

"Can I ask you something, Mark?" Tonya inquired, "You can tell me it's none of my business if you want to."

"I think I know what you're going to ask," I laughed, "But go ahead and ask me anyway."

"Okay," she giggled, "Is what Lynn told me about you, her and Jennifer true?"

"I don't know," I knowingly grinned, "What did she tell you?"

"I've known Lynn since freshmen year," Tonya began, "And she told us that Jennifer, you, and her all live together, and that the three of you sleep together and everything. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is," I plainly replied, "Why...do you have a problem with it?"

"Oh, no, not at all," she dreamily sighed, "I think it's hot, and I wish that I could find a guy and girl just like it, or should I say you all."

"Ooo, Tonya," her sister giggled, "I never realized that you were so kinky, nor did I know that you liked being with girls, either."

"Oh, shut up, I still like men, too," Tonya quipped, "Besides, you don't have any room to talk, because I know what you and Bethany Meyers used to do when she would come over and spend the night at our apartment last semester."

As Lisa's faced turned bright red, Eddie and I began to howl with laughter, as she smiled at us and playfully growled, "Fuck you, guys."

"That's alright, baby," Eddie flirted, "I think it's hot."

"Don't be such a guy, Eddie Owens," Lisa coyly giggled, "You need to learn to play that guitar a whole lot better than you do before you try to put any moves on me, pretty boy," which, of course had me laughing like the proverbial village idiot, while Eddie was the one with whose face turned bright red just then.

~~~~~~

"So, I understand that your mother and I are going to be grand parents," Dad dejectedly said to me, once he had the opportunity to talk to me alone, "Why didn't you tell us yourself, as opposed to letting us find out from Jennifer and her parents?"

"I'm sorry, Dad; I meant to, but I've been a little busy with the band, and school and all," I told him, "I hope you and Mom aren't too disappointed with me."

"Of course we're not. Hell, if anything, you mother and grandmother are tickled to death at the thought of having another baby to spoil," He half heartedly smiled, "I guess I just would've liked to have heard it from you first; that's all."

"I'm sorry for not telling you myself, Dad," I apologetically told him, "But I promise you that I'm going to be the best father I can." "After all," I added, placing my arm around his shoulder, "I've had a great example to follow my whole life."

"Quit being such a brown nose, dammit," he laughed, looking at his watch, "Besides, it's almost time for all of you guys and girls to get back up on the stage, isn't it?"

~~~~~~

We opened the third set with a song called "All That You Dream" by a band out of Atlanta, Georgia, called, "Little Feat", and once again, the crowd went crazy. This was also the set that we chose to do stuff from groups such as, Toto, King Crimson, The Kinks, and leave us not forget The Doobie Brothers. We also let the girls have their time in the spot light, when Lisa sang a couple of songs by Pat Benatar, and Tonya, when she broke out with some songs by the immortal Aretha Franklin. Of course Lynn and Jennifer shined when we play some Fleetwood Mac songs, however; none shined any brighter when Lynn played and sang, "The Rose" by Bette Midler. 

And by the end of the third set, Pegasus had most definitely made a name for it self amongst the patrons at Jericho's that night. But still, when Eddie and I traded up the vocals on a couple of Bob Seeger tunes, he sang "Night Moves", while I sang "We've Got Tonight", and again, the crowd gave us both wild, standing ovations. However, the fourth and final set would be the one that was going to set Pegasus far above any other band that had been heard anywhere for a long while.

~~~~~~

It was getting late by the time our third beak rolled around, and both mine and Jennifer's family had gone home, telling us that they were sorry for begging out; but because they had all worked that day, they were tired, which Jennifer and I both understood. Still though, I regretted that they were going to miss the final set, which was the one that all of us were very much looking forward to playing.

I had promised the band that as each set played itself out, the music would only get better. And because of that, all of the really good songs were saved for the last set, in order to leave the audience wanting more. However, something that came to my attention during that last break was the fact that Jennifer was beginning to look a little peaked, indicating that she was either tired, or not feeling well.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, gently kissing her lips, "You look like you're getting tired, baby girl."

"I'm alright, my love," she wearily smiled, "I'm just not used to staying up this late, that's all."

"Yeah, well, you're going straight to bed just as soon as we get home," I smiled, tenderly holding her against me, "Is that clear?"

"Jeez, Mark," she giggled, playfully swatting me on the ass, "You're beginning to sound like my mother, or something."

"No he's not," Lynn smiled, suddenly appearing beside us, "He's just trying to be a good father, sweetheart."

"What would I do without you two," Jennifer smiled, hugging Lynn and I, "I love you both so much."

"We love you, too," I grinned, holding both of my girls against me, "Don't we, Lynn?"

"He's right, Jen," Lynn softly smiled, "We love you, too, baby, but you really do need to go to bed when we get home."

"Yes, Mother," Jennifer teased, giggling, "Shit, you sound just like Mark now."

~~~~~~

The fourth and final set was one that, like I said before, cemented Pegasus as more than just a cover band. We were given accolades which, Tom said afterwards, were like nothing he'd ever seen in the over thirty years that he'd been in the entertainment business.

The reason for it all was because we played the material that most bands are either too lazy, too closed minded, or purely incapable of doing. When I say this, I'm talking about songs like, "Ba Ba O'rielly", and "Won't Get Fooled Again", by "The Who", or others like, "Dust In The Wind", and "Point of No Return", by "Kansas", and "Roundabout", "And You And I", and "Close To The Edge", by the immortal group "Yes". Last but certainly not least, leave us not forget "Lucky Man", "From The Beginning", and "Tarkus," by "Emerson Lake and Palmer". 




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 02



However, the songs that truly distinguished the last set were selections from "Journey to the Centre of the Earth", by the one and only, "Rick Wakeman". And to add icing to the cake, we finished the show with the song "Ten Years Gone," by the greatest group in rock and roll, "Led Zeppelin". Eddie truly showed us just how good of a guitar player he really was, leaving not only me, but everyone in the band more that impressed beyond belief.

~~~~~~

"Damn, Mark," Tom told me, as he gave me the money that we'd agreed upon after the show was over, "You guys are entirely too good to be just a cover band. 

"I think it's safe to say that I speak for the rest of the band when I say what I'm about to say," I smiled, "But we just really like to play, that's all. And the fact that we're good at what we like to do only makes it that much more enjoyable."

"I've got some major connections in the music industry," he said, "You guys should put a demo together, maybe let me take to a couple of friends of mine. Who knows what could happen?"

"I really appreciate it, Tom," I graciously smiled, "But this was our first gig, and we're all tired. How about we all go home and think about it, okay?"

"Okay, kid," he knowingly grinned, "I'll see you guys tomorrow night."

And after I paid everyone their money, me and the girls loaded up and went home.

~~~~~~

"Holy shit," Lynn smiled, flopping down in the couch once we arrived home, "Was that the best, or what?"

"I know," Jennifer grinned yawning, "It was so cool."

She grinned at me as I sat down next to Lynn, and the after climbed into my lap and giving me a kiss, Jen smiled and said, "If it weren't for you, Mark, none of this would've been possible, baby. I hope you know that."

"Maybe," I yawned, "But can we talk about this tomorrow? I'm really tired, my loves, and I want to go to sleep."

"Me, too," Jennifer softly replied, laying her head on my chest.

"I second that motion," Lynn giggled, standing up, and then taking mine and Jennifer's hands and pulling us to our feet, "Come on, you two, let's go to bed."

~~~~~~

"Roger, Zebra Six," the radio squawked, "We'll be your Ten/Twenty in five mikes."

All of a sudden, I heard one of the men in our squad yelling, "INCOMING, and the ground about ten meters in front of us suddenly exploded in a gut thundering, BOOM; as I heard Staff Sergeant Rick Larson's voice, in pure terror, screaming, "DOC, DOC, PLEASE, HELP ME. I'M HIT, I'M HIT."

As I swiftly crawled on my belly toward the direction his voice was coming from, the dirt directly in front of me became rippled with automatic machine-gun fire, as I heard the very distinctive report of an AK-47 going RATATATATATATAT from somewhere on my right side. 

"SNIPER AT YOUR THREE O'CLOCK," yelled Gunnery Sergeant Pete Bowers, "STAY DOWN, DOC AND WE'LL COVER YOU."

I heard, or should I say that I saw, five brave Marines scrambling to get to me before the mortars rang out again, and right before they killed the fucking rag-head son-of-a-bitch that was shooting at us, another deafening, BOOM caused the earth to explode on their location, disintegrating them right before my eyes.

"The last thing I remembered hearing was the sound of my own voice screaming, "NOOOO....GOD DAMMIT, NOOOOOO......"

The next thing I knew was that darkness was all around me as I continued to scream; but somewhere off in the distance, I don't know where; I heard the tender, yet familiar sound of female voices, two of them as a matter of fact. And both of them were calling my name, crying, "Mark, Mark...wake up, baby...Mark...Mark...MAAAARRRKKK!"

~~~~~~

When I opened my eyes, I was sitting straight up in bed, covered in sweat, with tears covering my face. Both Jennifer and Lynn were holding onto me very tightly, clinging to me as if their very lives depended on it. Then I remembered...I'd had another nightmare.

"Oh, Mark," Lynn cried, "Baby are you alright?"

"Yeah," I breathed in relief, "I'm alright."

"Oh, my God," Jennifer wept, "You scared the hell out of us, Mark. Are you sure that you're going to be okay?"

"I'm so sorry," I replied, fresh tears finding their way down my face as I got out of bed, "I need something to drink. I'll be back in a little while, my angels," and then I made my way to the kitchen, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

~~~~~~ 

I tried to pour myself a glass of orange juice, but I was having difficulty because my hands were shaking so badly. However, the sound of Lynn's voice behind me shook the fear from my heart when, gently taking the glass from my hand, she tenderly said, "Here, baby, let me do that for you. You go sit down and I'll be right there, okay?"

"Thanks, Lynn," I sniffled, "I'm so sorry about this."

I turned around to face her, and the moment I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and saw the love therein, I broke down and bitterly wept, throwing my arms tightly around her.

"Shh, it's going to be okay, baby," she tenderly soothed, her arm gently holding me, "It was just a nightmare, and nightmares never come true."

"I love you guys so much," I continued crying, "I don't know what I'd do if the two of you weren't here in my life. I really mean that, I swear."

"We know you do," Jennifer suddenly but tenderly replied from behind me, taking me from Lynn's arms and into hers while Lynn poured us all something to drink, "We love you, too, and we will for the rest of our lives, Mark, okay baby?"

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

In the time since Jennifer and Lynn first moved in with me and we had become intimate with one another, I'd found a manufacturer that built a chais lounger that was big enough for the three of us to be able to all lay on. And on that lounger was where we found ourselves in the early hours of that morning.

"I'm sorry for waking you two up so early," I told them, "I don't know why I still have those damned nightmares."

"I do," Lynn replied.

"Is that right?" I said, "Well then, why don't you tell me?"

"When was the last time you talked about your experiences, Mark?" Jennifer asked, "Lynn and I love you so much, and you can always talk to us about it."

"She's right," Lynn smiled, reaching across me and brushing the back of her hand across Jen's beautiful cheek, making her smile, "You know that you can trust us not to tell a soul, Mark."

"I don't know about that," I said, my hands still shaking a little, "I mean, it's not that I don't trust you, because you both know that I do."

We know that," Lynn softly replied, "We just hate to see you go through this, baby."

"Talk to us, Mark," Jennifer tenderly said, "You'd be surprised at how much better you'll feel if you do."

"You're probably right," I agreed, "But I don't want to have to remember that shit, that's all."

"Earth to Mark," Lynn firmly replied, "You remember it every time you lay your head down to sleep."

"That's true," Jennifer pointedly reminded me, "And we've been sleeping next to you for just a little over two years, Mark, so; don't act like we don't know what we're talking about...please baby? Do this for us...and yourself," then she began to cry, "We love you so much, and just like Lynn said a few minutes ago, we can't stand to see you going through this."

"Okay, my loves," I relented, "I'll do this, but it's going to have to wait until we're finished with this gig, alright?"

"I love you, Mark," Jennifer sniffled, burying her face into the right side of my neck, "I love you with all my heart."

"I love you, too, baby," Lynn smiled, a lone tear making its way down her beautiful face, "I'll always love you." 

"And I love you both," I smiled, holding them, one beneath each arm, pulling them against me, "I would die for either one of you, you know that."

And as opposed to answering me vocally, they both simply nodded their heads, wiping their faces and sniffling....

~~~~~~

It has been taught that a triangle is the strongest geometrical figure that there is. And it's because one point is supported by the other two, drawing and maintaining that same strength from any direction that it is turned. So, therefore, I knew that in the deepest, most secret reaches of my heart that I would never want anyone else, not ever.

We were breaking no laws by living together, only if we tried to marry, which, that subject had never been brought up, not even once. There is a big difference between love and the law anyway; but then again, I'm not going to even attempt to justify my relationship with Jennifer and Lynn to anyone, simply because it wasn't, and still isn't anyone's business but our own, and that's all that matters.

~~~~~~

That night, Saturday, was going just as good as it did the night before. We were all grooving and jamming, and like the night before, the crowd were packed to a standing room only capacity. Tom was making money hand over fist, and was more than happy that we were there. Friends of ours from college were there, as well as some of our teachers, too. Dr. Brown, the head of the music department was simply beside himself, as every member of the band were, every single one, students of his; hence the reason he wore a smirk of pride across his face for the entire time he and his wife were there.

Dr. Barnes, my psychology teacher, had brought his wife as well, and they sat with Dr. Brown and his wife, applauding as loud, if not louder than everyone else at times. Even Julie Hanover and Dr. Marsha Briggs were in attendance, proudly waving and smiling and almost every given opportunity. To say that it was a great night would've been the biggest understatement of all millennium.

We were on our last set when an accident of enormous proportion occurred. Jennifer had just finished singing the song, "Landslide" by "Stevie Nicks", when, as she turned to walk back to her place on the stage, she tripped over a microphone cable that had been carelessly left in her way. When she fell, she landed on her face and bounced off of her front, landing facedown, on the concrete dance floor. The moment I saw her fall, I leapt over my keyboards landing on my feet right nest to where she lay on the dance floor, unconscious. 

"CALL AN AMBULANCE," I yelled into the crowd, "PLEASE!"

Thank God that Dr. Nathan Jennings, one of the doctors that worked at the University Hospital was there. He immediately rushed to where Jennifer, who was beginning to regain consciousness, lay.

"An ambulance is on the way," Tom said, "Now standing next to the three of us."

"Wha...what happened?" Jen groggily asked, "What's going on?"

"You just lie still," I gently told her, "Doctor Jennings is here and an ambulance is on the way, you're going to be alright, baby, I promise...."

~~~~~~

Lynn and I were waiting on pins and needles while the emergency room physicians, Dr, Jennings included, worked an our precious Jen. I'd called her parents who were on their way. Mom and Dad were already there, as they'd been in attendance that night.

I was on my knees in fervent prayer, asking God to place his healing hands on my beautiful Jennifer so that nothing would happen to her, right there in the Emergency Room, not caring who saw me and/or what anyone said. And if the truth were known, I would've probably pounded the first person that did, I loved Jennifer that much.

To this day I still thank God daily for my darling Lynn, who, through her undying love for not only me, but our precious Jennifer, was there to reassure me that everything was going to be alright.

~~~~~~

I was expecting the worst when I saw Dr. Jennings as he came into the waiting room to talk to us. 

"Mark, Lynn," he said, "Can I speak to the two of you?"

~~~~~~

"Jennifer has a radial fracture in her right arm," he told us, "But other than that, I think she's going to be just fine."

"What about the baby?" I asked, tears covering my face at the thought of something bad happening to our unborn child, "Is everything alright?" 

"The baby is going to be fine," he smiled, "Jennifer placed her arms in front of herself, which was how the fracture occurred, when she fell off of the stage; but I still want her to have total rest and relaxation for the next eight weeks. Is that clear?" 

"Crystal clear," Lynn calmly replied, "She's got two people, who love her very much, and we're going to take perfect care of her, I assure you."

"I know, he smiled, "She told me about you two, and I think she's a very lucky young woman to have you in her life."

"Thank you, Doctor," I smiled, shaking his hand, "You don't know how glad I am that you were there tonight."

"You're welcome, I'm glad I was there, too," he smiled, "Oh, and by the way, you guys have a great sound, but we'll talk about that later. Jennifer has been asking for the two of you ever since she got here," and then after giving us directions to where she was, we parted ways, profusely thanking him over and over...

~~~~~~

The moment we walked into the small suite where Jennifer had been placed, we immediately rushed to her side, ever so gently hugging her as she began to cry. Her right arm was in what looked like a nylon cast that began at the middle of her upper arm, and then continued down past her elbow, which was bent at a ninety degree angle, all the way to the end of it, leaving only her fingers exposed. And then the whole thing had been placed in a soft linen sling, which, suspended by a strap that was hanging around her neck and shoulder, held the cast in front of her, across her chest.

"I'm so sorry about this, Mark," Jennifer painfully wept, "I don't know what happened."

"Shh...it's okay, my love," I softly told her, tenderly holding her head to my chest, "It wasn't your fault, it was an accident."

"But I feel like I've failed you guys," she cried, "And I'm so ashamed."

"You have nothing to be ashamed about," Lynn softly replied, stepping between us and taking Jennifer into her arms, "We'll work through this together, all three of us."

"She's right Jen, and I love you two very much," I told the two of them, taking them both into my arms, "And nothing is ever going to change that."

"But the doctor said that I won't be able to play on stage," Jen sniffled, "Not for another two, or three months at least."

"That's okay, Jen," Lynn smiled, "Mark and I are going to take good care of you, baby, just you wait and see." 

"What're we going to do about making love," Jennifer began to cry again, "I'm hurt right now and I won't be able to..."

"Have you gone mad?" I suddenly laughed, interrupting her, "You just broke your arm and that should be the last thing on you mind, silly girl."

"There's nothing funny about it, Mark," Jennifer began to giggle through her tears, "I have needs, too, you fucker."

"I think we might be able to work around it," Lynn knowingly smiled, licking her lips, "You know what I mean, Jen baby?"

"Oh, yeah," Jen giggled, then groaned because of her shoulder, "We might have to wait a week or so, though."

"I don't believe you two," I smiled, shaking my head, "You girls are absolutely crazy, you know that?"

"Yeah, we are," Jen seductively smiled, grabbing the crotch of my jeans, "We're crazy about you."

"It's going to be a job taking care of her," I told Lynn, "The same thing goes for you, too."

"Yeah, and you've still got a long way to go," Lynn giggled, Jen giggling along with her, "And you're not finished yet....."

THE END....for now anyway.

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There's still another chapter; folks so, please be patient.

MoogPlayer

P.S. This is a fictional story and nothing more so, all of the wanna be critics should keep that in mind before they leave their caustic comments...lol. God Bless you all.



You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 03



I hope that this last installment of this series is to everyone's liking. If not, I'm sorry. However, to the kind and loyal folks who continue to read my work and leave beautiful comments, as well as constructive criticism, I say this; I wish you peace and God's blessings. 

~~~~~~

Chapter One

The doctor had cleared Jennifer to come home with us that night in the emergency room right after she'd broken her arm; and although it was going to be a rough first week, Lynn and I knew that there was nothing that was going to stop us from being able to do whatever it took to help her through it.

As we drove home in Lynn's car, she stooped at "Jericho's" to drop me off so that I could load up our gear and then come home.

"I'll be home as soon as I can," I gently told Jennifer, kissing her lips, "Lynn will help you with anything you need, okay?"

"I'll be alright," Jennifer smiled, taking Lynn's hand, "We'll see you in a little while, baby," and then after I got out of the car, they took off towards home.

~~~~~~

When I arrived inside of the club at the stage, Eddie and Tom were there to help me break down and load up the rest of the gear.

"How's Jennifer doing?" Eddie anxiously asked, "She took a really nasty fall."

"Yes, she did," Tom said, "Is she alright?"

"Believe it, or not, she only broke her arm," I told them, "But she's going to be alright, and Lynn is taking her home as we speak."

We finished loading the rest of our gear into my van, and before long, I was driving home to not only make sure that Jennifer was alright, but to get some much needed rest.

~~~~~~

When I got home it was as quiet as a tomb. I went into the kitchen to find a note, in Lynn's handwriting, informing me that she and Jen had gone to sleep and that they would see me in the morning.

After I made my way down the hall to my bedroom, imagine my surprise at finding my bed empty. Out of curiosity's sake, I quietly walked down the hall to find Jennifer and Lynn curled up together in Jennifer's bed, sound asleep.

So, in order to keep from disturbing them, I leaned down and softly kissed their cheeks. However, right as I turned to walk out of the room, I heard Jennifer quietly say, "We love you very much, Mark."

"I love you, too," I softly replied, turning back to look into her eyes, "Get some sleep," and then I turned and left the room, gently closing the door behind me.

~~~~~~

The next morning, which was Sunday, I rose from my bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and then made my way down the hall to the kitchen. The girls were still asleep, and deciding to make breakfast for them before I woke them up, I began by brewing a pot of coffee before I started cooking.

~~~~~~

I'd already had my first cup of coffee and was in the process of frying the bacon, when I felt two arms wrapping around my waist from behind me, while two soft, naked breasts, Lynn's, pushed into my back.

"Mmm," Lynn purred, her hands rubbing my chest, "Good morning, Mark. It smells good in here, baby."

"Good morning to you, too, gorgeous," I smiled, "How's Jen this morning?"

"She's still asleep," Lynn purred, "I left her alone so that she could get some more rest."

"That was sweet of you," I smiled, turning around to pull her naked body into my arms and kissing her lips, "Do you think we should take her breakfast to her, or should we get her up and bring her in here with us?"

"I'm not an invalid," Jennifer giggled, appearing in the doorway, naked, with a cast on her right arm that was supported by a sling that went around her shoulder, "I can walk ya know."

And then she walked over to where I held Lynn in my arms, and after snaking her left arm around my waist, she stood on her toes, then kissed my lips and said, "I love you two very much; and I wanted to thank you for staying with me at the hospital last night."

"You had no choice, girl," Lynn giggled, kissing Jennifer's lips, "We weren't going to leave your side. I hope you know that."

"She's right about that, my love," I softly told her, my left arm around her and my right around Lynn, "Wild horses couldn't have dragged us away from you...not ever."

"I know," Jen softly replied, a lone tear making its way down her beautiful cheek, "That's one of the many reasons why I love you guys so much."

"I'm making us some breakfast," I smiled, gently disentangling myself from around the two of them, "Are you hungry?"

"God, yes," Jen smiled, as Lynn poured the both of them a cup of coffee, "I didn't eat anything last night so; I'm starving."

"Come on, baby," Lynn said, handing Jen a cup of coffee, "Let's so sit down while our man cooks us something to eat, okay?"

"Okay," Jen giggled, as she and Lynn, still naked, walked over to the table and sat down, "The smell of the bacon cooking is what woke me up."

~~~~~~

After I finished cooking, we all sat down to a nice hearty breakfast; with Jennifer getting a little pissy because we made a fuss over making sure that her food was cut up, and that it was easy for her to eat. 

Still though, we did it out of nothing but the purest love that we felt for her. And in knowing that, Jen smiled and complied to our wishes...well...for the time being anyway.

~~~~~~

After breakfast, Jennifer's arm was beginning to give her some trouble so; Lynn poured her a glass of juice while I fetched the pain medication that the doctor had given her the night before from her purse. After she'd taken the prescribed dose, it wasn't long before she began to feel the effects of the medication, making her about halfway drowsy, not to mention silly as hell.

~~~~~~

I was going to take Jennifer down the hall back to her room until she told me that she wanted to sleep in "our bed", which was, of course, my bed so; per her request, I picked her up and carried her into our bedroom and lay her in the bed. And after making certain that she was comfortable, I covered her up, and left the room, closing the door on my way out.

~~~~~~

When I got back into the kitchen, I found Lynn, who was still naked, attempting to clean up the dishes that had been left over from breakfast.

"You don't have to do that," I smiled, picking up the remaining dishes on the table and then bringing them to the sink, "Here' let me do this, baby."

"Oh, no you don't," she playfully giggled, "You cooked breakfast so; it's only fair that I clean up the kitchen."

"And if Jennifer were here I'd let you," I smiled, gently cupping her beautiful little ass, "But because of the extenuating circumstances involving Jennifer, I can do this."

"I'm going to help you," she smiled, softly kissing my lips, "And that's final so, don't argue with me."

"Oh, alright," I relented, pulling her into my arms and gently kissing her again, "You win this time, beautiful."

After the kiss had ended, Lynn smiled, and then after laying her head on my chest, simply smiled and said, "I love you, Mark."

"I love you, too, my beauty," I replied, firmly pulling her against me, "I'll always love you...I hope you know that."

"I do know that," she smiled, running her hands along my bare back, "And I'll always love you, too...you and Jennifer."

~~~~~~

Because she'd just taken her pain medication that morning, we knew that Jennifer would probably sleep for most of the day, which was alright. According to the doctor, sleep allowed her body to repair itself and mend the broken bones in her right arm.

~~~~~~

What would you like to do this morning, my love?" I asked Lynn, "We can do whatever you'd like."

"Hmm," she seductively grinned, "How about if we go into what used to be my room for a morning of making love, how would that be?"

"Ooo," I chuckled, "That sounds like fun to me."

"Why do you think I asked, silly boy?" she giggled, taking my hand and leading me down the hall, as I was mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful naked little ass, "Follow me, baby."

"Oh, yeah," I grinned, "I'm right behind you."

And no sooner had we crossed the threshold of her room than I was equally naked, with Lynn climbing on top of me, slowly but surely sitting on my cock until it disappeared into the sweet, tight confines of her beautifully hot little pussy.

~~~~~~

As opposed to fucking like the animals that we'd become when we fucked most of the time back then, Lynn wanted to make slow, gentle love that morning. She slowly rode my cock until she would have an orgasm, then turning over; Lynn stirred her little hips, insisting that our pubic bones very slowly and agonizingly grind together; making me finally cum, and feeling like an explosion took place within my balls that seemingly crippled me, but only for the seconds before it passed. 

In other words, the girl could fuck the life out of me when she put her mind to it. She and Jennifer were as different as night and day. But in my mind, they were the same; however, I was the only person who could see it. Don't get me wrong, I love these girls like there was no tomorrow; but sometimes, especially right after the three of us have sex together; I wonder if I'm going to live to actually see tomorrow. But, like I just said, I love them with all my heart, and when my time comes to leave this earth, I pray that it is within their arms that my life ceases to be.

~~~~~~

Lynn and I had just finished fucking for the last time before supper that evening, when, still naked, as well as wearing a smile on her beautiful face, Jennifer appeared at the bedroom door giggling, and said, "Damn, girl! Are you going to leave me some of Mark's cock, or are you going to fuck the life out of him before I get better?"

"Oh, hush," Lynn giggled, "You're just horny."

"You're damn right I am," Jen playfully giggled, "So, don't tear it up, slut."

"Whoa, wait a minute" I told them, "I'm not just some piece of meat for you two to enjoy any time you want ya know."

"Is that right?" Jennifer giggled, as she teasingly winked at Lynn, "Who said that you weren't?"

I knew that they were just kidding around, but I still didn't want them to know that I knew; and in doing so, I decided to string them along a little further and said, "Let me tell the both of you two bitches something right fucking now. I can end this fucking relationship just as easily as I started it. So, until you girls understand that I'm just as much of a human being as the two of you are;" and by this time I was standing up and getting dressed, "I think that a little time apart from one another would be ideal at this particular juncture in time." 

And then I walked into my room, put a change of clothes into the duffel bag which I'd pulled out from underneath my bed, then threw on a shirt, put on my tennis shoes, and then turned to leave.

"Where are you going, Mark?" Jennifer asked, panic saturating her voice, "Don't go."

"She's right, baby," Lynn said, tears beginning to form in her eyes, "Please...don't do this, baby...please."

"You're right, I don't have to do this," I told them, "But until the two of you stop taking me for granted, then I'm left with no other choice," and with that said, I turned and walked out the front door, lightly closing it behind me.

~~~~~~

Because his house was at least ten miles away, I stopped at the 7-Eleven store that was three blocks away from my house, and called Eddie Owens, our guitar player, and let him in on the prank I'd just pulled on Jennifer and Lynn, as well as asking him if it was alright if I came over to see him.

"Sure," he told me, "But you'd better make damn sure that Jennifer and Lynn don't know about my participation in this shit."

"What's the matter with you?" I asked, alarmed by his attitude toward what was nothing more than a practical joke, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," he solemnly replied, "We'll talk about it when you get here," and then he hung up.

~~~~~~

"Mark," Eddie worriedly said, "Come in here, because we need to talk."

"It's okay," I smiled, "I was planning on going back to the house in a few minutes anyway. Why are you acting like I just committed one of the seven deadly sins, dude?"

"Because," he exasperatedly said, "How could you do something like that, especially to Jennifer and Lynn?"

"Lighten up, man, it was just a practical joke," I answered, a smile curling the corners of my mouth, "Besides, they do this kind of shit to me all the time, and I thought that a little payback was in order."

"I don't think it's the least bit funny," he nervously fidgeted, "If it were me, I would...oh, never mind."

And then it hit me, and it was just as plainly as the nose on my face, Eddie was either jealous of me, or he was in love with one of them. The question was which one? "So," I asked him point blank, "Which one, Eddie?"

"Which one, what?" he knowingly denied, "What're you talking about, Mark?"

"There's a reason that you seem to be a little put out by the practical joke that I'm playing on the girls," I told him, "It's got to be one of two things. You're either jealous of me; or, you're in love with one of them so' tell me, which one is it?"

"Jennifer," he sadly admitted, hanging his head and looking at the floor, "I've been in love with her since freshman year."

"I'm really sorry about this, Mark," he said, raising his head and looking straight into my eyes, "I thought that I could handle it, but it seems that now, well...I think you'd better find another guitar player, because I can't stand sitting around and watching her loving on you, as well as knowing that she's carrying your child within her...not anymore."

"I'm really sorry, Eddie," I said, "But I love her with all my heart; and there is no way in hell that I'm ever going to let her go...believe me when I say it."

"I believe you," he sadly replied, "I only hope that we can still be friends."

"Of course we can," I smiled, "But I agree with you about not playing guitar for Pegasus, and you're right. It would cause lot of problems for a lot of people, namely me."

"Thanks, Mark," Eddie smiled, clearly relieved, "Thanks a whole lot."

"You're welcome," I chuckled, "But what're you thanking me for?

"For not kicking my ass," he laughed, "Now get your butt back home and don't keep those pretty girls waiting, okay?"

"Okay," I smiled, shaking his hand, "But now it's time for me to thank you."

"And just what on earth are you thanking me for?" Eddie chuckled.

"You're not stupid," I replied, "You figure it out."

~~~~~~

When I left Eddie's house, I felt like something strange was going on, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Still though, in order to work up an apology to Jennifer and Lynn, I took my time going back to the house. Because, the more I thought about it, the more I felt like I was being an asshole

~~~~~~

I should've known that something was wrong when I didn't see Lynn's car in the driveway when I got back home. However, if I didn't know what was happening then, I sure found out when I walked into the house and there was no one there...save for a note left on the kitchen table, which, in Lynn's handwriting, read:

Our Darling Mark,

We're sorry for whatever it is that you think we've done to you. There is no way on earth that Lynn or I would ever do anything to hurt you, and we still can't understand why you became so angry with us.

You were right about one thing though, we do need some time apart and that is exactly what we've decided to give you. Don't try to contact me, or Lynn, because if you do, you will never see either of us again, nor will you see our child.

I want you to know that Lynn and I both love you very deeply, and we'll continue to love you just as deeply for the rest of our lives. But like you said earlier, we need to spend a little time apart. I guess that there's nothing more to say than we love you, and we hope the best for you.

 With All of Our Deepest Love,  Lynn & Jennifer

I was left totally speechless, and the moment I finished reading the letter, my legs gave out from beneath me, making me collapse onto the floor. How I have been so stupid, I wondered. I was only kidding around and before I knew it, my eye began to fill with tears until, with my vision blurred, I realized that I'd made the biggest mistake of my life.

I lay in the floor crying for what must've been a good hour and a half before I slowly stood up, and then barely being able to walk; I got into my van and went looking for them. I searched everywhere, the college campus, friends of ours, hell; I even went to see Lisa and Tonya Mackey, our bassist and drummer, and they told that they hadn't seen hide not hair of them. Finally, after feeling just plain worn out physically, and rained emotionally, I went back home.

As the evening turned into night, I lay on the couch, hoping that they would call to at least let me know not so much where they were, but that they were alright. And after hours of waiting in the emptiness of our quiet ghouse, I finally fell asleep.

The dreams that haunted me that night were the even more terrible than those that I'd had from the things I'd experienced in the Navy. I dreamed that I was in a dark pit looking up, only to find Jennifer and Lynn standing at the edge of it, their hand on their hips, and hideously wailing an evil laughter.

"NOOOO" I cried, "PLEASE COME BACK, I'M SO SORRY, PLLLLEEEAASSE," and then I woke up to find that it was five thirty in the morning, and the sun was just beginning to peek it's head over the eastern horizon.

~~~~~~

By the time I'd showered, shaved, and eaten breakfast, it was nearing nine o'clock in the morning. I still felt like I'd been kicked in the head by a mule, and there was an empty place in my chest where my heart used to be. And when thoughts of my girls came back to mind, actually, they never left; my eyes began to fill with tears again.

I moped around the house the whole day until late in the afternoon. Suddenly a thought came to mind, my grandparents. It seemed that, my whole life, they'd always been a source of peace and comfort; and I knew that if I went to see them, they might have the answers that I was seeking. So, with that in mind, I got into my truck and took off to see them

~~~~~~

I drove for an hour to get there, and in that time I spent traveling down the highway, my head was filled with the smiling faces of my angels; for example, whenever I would wake in the morning to see them lying next to me in our bed. Also there were the memories of when we first found out that Jen was pregnant, and how happy we all were; or the looks on their beautiful faces whenever the three of us would make love together.

Still though, like I said before, going to see my grandparents had always helped me in the past whenever something had troubled me.

"They would know what to do," I silently thought to myself, "They've always known what to do."

~~~~~~

"Goodness gracious, Mark," my grandmother said, when I appeared at their doorway, "You look like hell, boy. What have you gotten yourself into now?"

As opposed to answering her, I simply collapsed into her arms and began to bitterly weep. Every time I tried to talk to her, I couldn't move my lips before breaking down again. It must been a good twenty minutes before I finally settled down enough to tell her and my grandfather exactly what was going on.

And after finally explaining to Nana and Poppy what had happened and that it had all been a big misunderstanding, Poppy looked at me, and said, "Look here, boy, number one, don't go messing with a woman's head, especially when she's pregnant. Number two, if these girls ever give you the opportunity to apologize...and that's a mighty big if...you'd better crawl on your knees and beg their forgiveness for the rest of your life. Do you understand me, boy?"

"Yes sir," I said, "But in the note they left me, Jennifer said that if I tried to find them then I would never see either of them, or the baby, ever again."




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 03



"Damn, boy," Poppy laughed, "It sounds to me like you've pissed them off really good this time, huh?" and then he continued to laugh, pissing me off even worse.

"Come on, Poppy," I snapped, "It's not that funny, God dammit."

"Yes it is," he glared, firmly slamming his hands down onto the table, "And if you ever talk that way to me again, I'm gonna kick your little ass, grown man or not. Do you understand me, boy?"

"I understand you perfectly," I firmly replied, "But like I said before, this isn't funny. Now, what do I do next, or better yet, how do I get Jennifer and Lynn to come back home?"  

"You don't," he plainly, but knowingly replied, "But I think that your parents just might be able to help you out, boy."

"My parents," I asked, "How could they possibly be able to answer that question, especially when they know nothing about any of this?"

"I wouldn't worry too much," Poppy knowingly grinned again, reaching for the phone, "Your mother and father are a lot smarter than you think they are, believe me. Besides, you'll find out for yourself if you'll give them a call," and then he handed me the phone.

"What do you mean, Poppy?" I asked, "And how do..."

"Just call them," he laughed, "And I suggest you do it right now."

~~~~~~

"Hi, Mom," I said, when she answered the phone, "Poppy said that I needed to call you."

"He's right," Mom sternly answered, "You and I need to have a nice long talk."

"I know we do, Mom," I said, But right now is not..."

"I'm only going to tell you this one time, Mark," she harshly interrupted me, "Now get your little ass over here and get over here now, dammit. Do you understand me, young man?"

"Yes, ma'am," I sheepishly replied, "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Good," she smiled, her tone of voice becoming gentle again, as well as confusing the hell out of me, "I'll see you then, sweetheart."

~~~~~~

Chapter Two

I thought about all that had taken place over the past twenty four hours as I drove to my boyhood home; and while I was still very upset at the prospect of losing Jennifer and Lynn, I was very afraid of what I would be facing in a few minutes when I got to Mom and Dad's house. 

And to put it mildly, Mom seemed madder than a wet hen at me when we spoke over the phone, but right before our conversation ended, the sudden change in tone of voice told me that something was awry, or, in other words, something just wasn't right. Should I be afraid, or should I just let the chips fall where they may? Either way, I felt like my head was about to be put on the proverbial chopping block, hence the reason that I not only feared the state of confusion I was feeling, but also having to face my mother.

~~~~~~

The moment I pulled up to my parent's house, my confusion turned into joy when I saw Lynn's car parked in the driveway. And I felt like a ton of weight had been lifted from my shoulders, because suddenly everything became clear to me.

As it turned out, Jennifer and Lynn were giving me a dose of my own medicine, and the reason I knew this was because, as soon as I turned off the engine of my van, my girls came walking out of the front door, giggling like two little girls who'd just pulled off a prank of their own, and had not been caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

"Hi, baby," Jennifer giggled, kissing my lips just as soon as she could get to me, "We had you going didn't we?"

"You should see your face, Mark," Lynn laughed, hugging me from the other side of my body, "I bet that will teach you not to pull this kind of shit again."

"Alright, you win," I laughed, immensely relieved, "But how did you know?"

"Oh, that's easy," Jen giggled, "After we talked to your mother and answered some of her questions, she knew that you were up to something so; we decided to give you a dose of your own medicine."

It was then that a lone tear slowly made its way down my cheek, making Jennifer softly kiss it away and whisper, "Aw, Mark, we love you very much, baby, and we're never going to leave you, do you understand me? Not ever!"

"I understand," I softly replied, leading them into Mom and Dad's house, "And I love you both with all of my heart, but you really had me scared."

"Good," Lynn said, from behind us, "I hope you learned your lesson."

~~~~~~

"Well, well," Dad laughed, as Lynn and Jennifer followed me into my boyhood home, "It looks like they got your ass, Mark. What do you have to say for yourself now, boy?"

"I'd say he's as gullible as his father was when I pulled the same joke on him," Mom teased, giggling as she walked into the room and gave me a hug, "Hi baby, are you alright, son?"

"I am now," I grinned, winking at Lynn and Jen, "But I have to admit...they got me really good."

"Yeah, they did," Mom knowingly giggled, "But I have a confession to make, sweetheart."

"Is that right," I laughed, now confirming a suspicion that had arisen within me the moment I saw my girls coming out the front door of Mom and Dad's as I pulled up in the driveway, "And exactly what confession would that be, Mom?"

"It's kind of like this," Mom began, her eyes dancing like a candle flame in the wind, "The girls came over here yesterday afternoon in tears, both of them. And when I asked what was wrong, they told me that you'd left them, saying that you thought it was time that maybe the three of you spend some time apart from one another, and I..."

"Let me guess," I interrupted, teasing her, "You just couldn't let them leave until you'd done a little investigating of your own...am I right?"

"No, not exactly," she giggled, and then continued, "When Jennifer told me that you'd even packed some clothes in your duffel bag, I asked what all you'd packed. Then I asked her if she recalled whether or not you'd packed a blow-dryer. When she told me that it was still sitting on the bathroom counter at home, I knew that this was all a load of bullshit, and that you were trying to pull one of your world famous bratty little pranks."

"And then Tessa told Jen and me all about you, Mark," Lynn conspiratorially giggled, "And she helped us cook up this plan to get back at you."

"At first I just couldn't go through with it, Mark," Jennifer admitted, "But then the more I thought about it, the madder I got," and then she began to giggle, "So, now, here we are, and the look on your face is totally priceless."

"Ha, ha," I sarcastically chuckled, "Very funny, so; what do you propose that we do, especially now that you two know what my weaknesses are, hmm?" 

"We've always known what your weaknesses were, silly boy," Lynn smiled.

"That's right," Jennifer giggled, "Your Mom just showed us how to exploit them, that's all."

Of course Dad began laughing like a schoolboy, telling me, "It looks like you've finally met your match."

"Maybe so," I grinned, placing my arms around my girls, "But you'll notice that it took two of them to get the best of me."

"You shut up, Mark," Lynn laughed, playfully slapping my chest, "It was your Mom that got you, Jen and I were just the vessels of her brilliance." 

"Mm Hm," Jen giggled, patting Lynn's hand, "She's right about that, Mark. You go girl." 

"Yeah, whatever," I chuckled, "Now that you two are finished scaring the shit out of me, can we please go home?"

"Aw, what's wrong, baby," Jennifer softly smiled, "Did you miss us that much?"

"Yeah," I admitted, my head hung in shame at trying to pull the prank I'd planned, "And I'm really sorry for the shit I pulled."

"That's alright, sweetie," Lynn tenderly cooed, kissing my lips, "Just don't do it again, okay?"

"Okay," I said, "I won't."

~~~~~~

Jennifer insisted on riding with me back to the house, while Lynn stopped by the store to get some things that she needed. And as Jen and I rode together, I was pleased that she took my hand and interlaced our fingers together.

"You know, I was really scared when you left yesterday," she told me, "So was Lynn."

"I'm really sorry, baby," I said, gently squeezing her hand as I held it, "I promise to never do that again."

"I mean it, Mark," Jen said, tears beginning to fill her eyes, "We were both terrified that we'd never see you again."

"Like I already told you back at Mom and Dad's," I replied, "I'll never do that again...I swear by all that's holy."

"I know, sweetie," she smiled, "Oh, I meant to tell you that Lynn is going to cook us a late dinner when she gets back from the store."

"Yum," I chuckled, my stomach growling at the thought of it, "And by the way, I meant to ask you how your arm is feeling."

"It's okay for now," she replied, "As a matter of fact; I think it's starting to mend, because I haven't really thought about it until now."

"Maybe not," I said, reminding her, "But you still have to wear it for another five weeks." 

All of a sudden, Jen took my hand, and placing it on her tummy, smiled and excitedly said, "Here, feel my tummy, the baby is moving."

And sure enough, the moment I laid my hand on her swelling tummy, I felt three little flutters beneath it, making me smile proudly. If I hadn't been driving, I would've thrown my arms around Jennifer and pulled her to me. 

But instead, I simply took her hand and told her, "I love you very much, Jennifer Bradley."

"You know what?" Jen asked, as I shook my head, "I love you Mark Haynes."

"Which reminds me," I said, "There's something you need to know about Eddie Owens."

"Oh really," she asked, "And what would that be?"

"I don't know how to tell you this so; I'm just going to say it," I told her, "He's leaving the band because he's in love with you."

"Oh, that," she knowingly giggled, "Eddie Owens is a sweet guy that says he's been in love with me since freshman year, Mark; but I told him a long time ago that I wasn't interested in him then, and I'm not interested in him now."

"Maybe not," I solemnly replied, "But he's leaving the band, regardless."

"Why does he have to leave the band?" Jennifer asked, "I mean; it's not like we can find another guitar player on such a short notice, don't you agree?"

"I agree, but he was the one that decided to leave the band," I told her, "And to tell you the truth, I'm not real sure how I feel about you working with him anyway."

"What's wrong, baby?" she lightly teased, "Are you jealous?"

"No, well, maybe just a little," I admitted, "But now that I know that he's been in love with you for at least a couple of years, now; it makes me a little uncomfortable with him being around you at such a close proximity."

"Alright then," Jennifer smiled, "If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get."

"Thanks, Jen," I smiled, "To be honest; I wouldn't be able to play at my best knowing how he feels about you."

"We'll start auditions in a couple of days then," she giggled, "Would that make you feel better?"

"Yes, it would," I smiled back, "But I don't see how you could possibly find humor in this."

"It's because I've never had a man that got jealous over me before," she sweetly replied, "That's all."

"Whatever," I chuckled, pulling into our driveway.

~~~~~~

We'd only been home for about thirty minutes when we heard Lynn coming into the house through the back door.

"Hello," she said, "Is anyone home?"

"We're in here," I replied, "In the den."

"Hello, my loves," she smiled, kissing Jen, and then me, "I hope you guys are hungry."

"I'm starved," I replied, "And I know that Jen is hungry, because she's eating for two."

"That's good," she giggled, walking into the kitchen and unloading what looked to be two very big take-out bags onto the kitchen counter, "Because I decided to get us some lasagna from "Luigi's" instead of cooking."

"Oh, yummy," Jen smiled, getting up to help her, "Please tell me that you got some of their cheese cake."

"I didn't just get some cheese cake," Lynn knowingly giggled, kissing Jen's lips, "I got a whole cheese cake, baby girl."

"I love you so much, sweetie," Jennifer cooed, taking Lynn into her arms, "Mmm, come here and give me a kiss, baby," and Lynn proceeded to do just that.

I must admit, that even to this day, it turns me on to no end watching the two loves of my life kissing; especially with the girls moaning, and grinding their pussies together, while grabbing one another's asses.

"I hate to interrupt such a beautiful sight, my babies," I chuckled, "But can we eat before it gets cold, and then pick up where you two left off afterwards?"

"Isn't that just like a man?" Lynn teased, after breaking the kiss, "Always thinking with his stomach."

"Is that right?" I chuckled, grabbing her hand and placing it on my iron hard cock that was bulging beneath my pants, "This is because I was watching the two of you. Now how is that for thinking with my stomach?"

"Mmm," Lynn purred, "We can have that for dessert after we eat the cheese cake."

"Maybe so," Jen seductively giggled, also placing her hand on my hard cock, "But I think it would be better with the cheese cake. What do you think, Lynn, baby?"

"Oh, hell yeah," Lynn smiled, "But he's right, let's eat the lasagna first."

~~~~~~

We ate until we could hold no more, and then right after we finished, the girls began to take their clothes off.

Lynn had always been sexy as hell when she was naked, but with Jennifer beginning to show her pregnancy, it somehow made my cock even harder that night, if that were possible.

"Take your clothes off, Mark," Jen purred, while Lynn went to fetch the cheese cake, "It's time for dessert, lover."

"Let's do this right," Lynn smiled, rubbing cheese cake all over Jen's tits and pussy, "We're going to eat this off of Jen's body, and then you two are going to do the same thing to me, okay?"

"If you're waiting on me," I smiled, as I dove into Jen's pussy, "Then you're backing up, baby."

And for the next twenty minutes, my beautiful Jennifer softly moaned as orgasm after orgasm wracked her lovely body, while Lynn and I ate the cheese cake off of her.

"Ooo, yeah, Lynn," Jennifer told her, "Suck my tits, baby, I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Jen," Lynn moaned in return, as Jennifer's fingers moved in and out of Lynn's pussy, Jen licking the juices off of her hand every few minutes, "Mark and I will always love you, baby."

I don't know what tasted better, the cheese cake, or Jen's pussy, as I ate her like I was starving, swallowing every ounce of juice that was in my mouth. The nectar of Jen's pussy blended perfectly with the taste of the cheese cake, and when we were finished with Jen, my cock was still rock hard, with pre-cum now flowing from its tip, rolling down my shaft to my balls.

Then came Lynn's turn, which pretty much went the same way as it did with Jen, only Lynn's vocabulary was slightly more obscene, as when Jen licked her pussy, Lynn screamed, "OH, GOD YES, JEN, SUCK MY CUNT, YOU BEAUTIFUL SLUT. STICK YOUR COCK IN MY MOUTH, MARK; I WANT TO LICK THAT JUICE OFF OF GORGEOUS HARD FUCKING COCK. OH, FUCK YES, OOOHHH GOD, I'M CUUUUMMMIINNNGGG," and then she began squirting pussy juice into Jen's mouth as she greedily slurped up every drop.

"Whew," Lynn giggled, she and Jen a sticky mess, "That was wonderful, you two." Then she and Jennifer looked at me like a cat that was about to pounce on its prey, while Jen hungrily said, "It's your turn now, Mark. Lynn, get some more cheese cake," and suffice it to say that they sucked me dry, empty of any cum that I had produced since the last time we'd fucked together. What I loved the most was that Lynn had had the forethought to wrap Jen's cast in plastic before any of this had begun, making us not have to worry about getting it dirty.

~~~~~~

I think the best part of what remained of the evening, was after re-wrapping Jen's cast in fresh plastic, we shared a shower together. And yes, I managed to get one more hard-on to fuck both of my girls to orgasm before I squirted the small amount of sperm I had left into their faces; delightedly watching as they licked it off of each other.

~~~~~~

The next morning when I woke, I once again felt the wholeness of having my two angels lying next to me still asleep. I took a moment to look at my beauties, and was thankful to God for allowing me the privilege of having these two wonderfully gentle, but beautiful creatures as companions that, to this day are still...Ooops, I'm getting ahead of myself.

~~~~~~

Because of everything that I'd been through emotionally the day before, I decided to take the day off from school. However, Lynn, who, like Jennifer, was graduating that year, decided to at least show up for her English class that morning. And then, she promised, after her class was over with, she would be back home to spend the rest of the day with Jen and I.

"I'll see you two in a couple of hours," she softly told us, kissing our lips right before she left; "I love you guys."

"I love you, too," Jen sleepily smiled.

"So do I," I grinned, lightly patting her tight little ass as she turned to leave, "With all my heart, baby."

She simply smiled, blowing me a kiss, and then turned and left our bedroom, as I heard the front door close a few moments later.

"I'm hungry," Jennifer yawned, not two seconds after I heard the front door close, "Would you be a dear and make us some breakfast, baby?"

"You know I will," I chuckled, getting out of bed and throwing on a pair of shorts, "Come on, lazy bones, if I'm going to make it, you're going to come in here and keep me company; okay?"

"Oh, alright," she playfully whined, "Do I have to get dressed though?"

"You've never gotten dressed before," I laughed, "Why should today be any different?"

"Dammit, Mark," she giggled, "Has anyone ever told you what a smart ass you can be?"

"Yeah," I chuckled, "You and Lynn tell me all the time."

"Oh, you shut up," she continued to giggle, "I've got to pee so; I'll meet you in the kitchen shortly."

"Okay, beautiful," I replied, quickly kissing her lips, "I'll see you in a few minutes, then."

~~~~~~

I went all out for breakfast that morning. I made western omelets, with sausage and bacon. And to top it all off, I made four waffles, leaving Lynn one to heat up in the microwave when she got home later that morning, which she did.

Hell, I even did the dishes, too, after helping Jennifer wrap her cast in plastic so that she could take a shower when she was finished eating. And after that chore was completed, I took a shower myself, relaxing naked with Jennifer out of the double chaise lounger out by the pool.

As I look back on those days now, I realize that they were only the start of a life that has been nothing but loving and gentle once we got over the really rough patches in the road that I began to travel the day that I met Jennifer and Lynn. Nothing is perfect, nor does it last forever, or so I've been told. However, little did I realize that the shit would hit the proverbial fan once I began my senior year in college?

~~~~~~

Later that afternoon, we received a phone call from my grandparents wanting to know if the three of us would like to come to dinner at their house that night. Of course I accepted for the three of us, and the girls were excited to no end, because my grandparents had literally fallen in love with Jennifer and Lynn almost from the moment they'd met them.

~~~~~~

Jennifer and Lynn had, by this time, taken to calling my grandparents Nana and Poppy, which was absolutely fine by them. Nana, just like Mom, was absolutely thrilled at the fact, that when Jennifer gave birth, she was going to have a great grand child to spoil.

Poppy was tickled as well, telling us, "When my great grand son gets here, he's going to learn how to hunt and fish just like his great grandpa." 

"What if it's a girl, Poppy," Jennifer giggled, "Are you going to teach her how to hunt and fish, too?"




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 03



"Why, of course I am," he delightfully grinned, "Besides, who said that hunting and fishing is reserved just for boys?"

"We love you, Poppy," Jen and Lynn both told him, hugging him simultaneously, while making his face turn beet red in embarrassment at the same time, "We love you very much."

"I love you gals, too," he chuckled, "You two are the best thing that's ever happened to Mark."

"For once your old grand dad and I are in agreement, Mark," Nana lovingly smiled, "Because I think so, too."

"Hey," I playfully protested, "Do I get a say in this?"

"NO," replied Nana, Poppy, Jennifer and Lynn, simultaneously, which made everyone laugh.

After the girls finished hugging Poppy, Nana smiled and told us, "Come on into the dining room while I put the food on the table."

Here," Lynn smiled, "I'm going to help you, Nana."

"Aw, you don't have to do that, baby," Nana impishly giggled, "But I won't stop you either."

~~~~~~

Nana had gone all out, making country fried steaks, with mashed potatoes and gravy. There were also green beans, which she'd grown and canned right there in her kitchen at least a year before, with black-eyed peas and homemade rolls.

My Nana was well known for being one of the best, if not the best, cooks in my family, hell, even in the whole county that I'd grown up in. Every time there was a church, school, or city sponsored event going on nearby, she could be counted on to make some of the best food that was being served.

But out of everything she'd cooked that night, all of which were my favorites, the best part of the whole dinner came when everyone was finished eating; and she brought out a homemade, from scratch, banana pudding with, also homemade from scratch, a hot apple pie.

"Oh, wow, Jennifer grinned, "That looks so good, Nana."

"You eat all you want, baby girl, Nana smiled, leaning down and kissing Jennifer's beautiful cheek, "Because you're eating for two right now, and I want to make sure that my great grandbaby eats good." 

"You'll never have to worry about that. Nana," I chuckled, leaning over and kissing Jennifer's lips "Lynn and I both make sure that Jen has all she wants to eat, don't we, baby?"

"They sure do, Nana," Jen giggled, patting her swollen tummy, "I feel like a huge cow as it is."

"Come on, Jen," Lynn sweetly smiled, patting Jen's hand, "You'll lose all that weight once the baby is born. Isn't that right, Nana?"

"That's right, sweetheart," Nana softly replied, hugging Lynn and Jen, "Besides, you two are the prettiest girls that I've ever seen; and I think you'll do just fine, Miss Jennifer."

"Aw, thank you, Nana," Jen blushed, "I can tell that Mark is related to you; because he says that all the time."

"He's just like his grandfather," Poppy chuckled, "He has great taste in women, too."

~~~~~~

Chapter Three

Three and a half months had passed, and Jennifer's cast had been removed for almost six weeks by this time, and she was also approaching the middle of her eighth month of pregnancy. The doctor said that everything was looking good, and that she would be delivering close to her due date, which was a little over six weeks away.

Her parents had just left to go on a three month cruise that they had been saving up their money in support of, for almost two years. The band was back in full swing, and replacing Eddie was a good move, because the person we replaced him with was female, a girl named Sally Richardson; and she, too, was as good a guitarist as any I'd ever heard before. 

Of course I was the only guy in the band now, and to be totally honest, I loved it. The girls that I played music with were not only brilliant, but were all, bar none, some of the best musicians that I've ever had not only the honor, but the privilege of playing with...and yes, I meant playing music with.

~~~~~~

That night we were playing at a place called "Lucy's Bar & Grill". It was a gig that we'd really been looking forward to playing for some time, as it was considered one the premiere establishments in the greater Houston area. The band now consisted of not only me, Jennifer and Lynn, but the Mackey sisters, Tonya and Lisa, and now Sally Richardson. To say that all of the women who were in our band were beautiful would be the biggest understatement ever made. They weren't just beautiful, they were, all five of them, breathtakingly stunning; and I was the envy of every male in the house that night.

A couple of guys that I went to college with approached me during one our set breaks, Todd Hamilton, and John Peters, and complimented not only our sound, but the female members of the band.

"We know that Lynn and Jennifer are with you," Todd grinned, "But what about the other three?"

"What about them?" I laughed, "If you want to know about them, then I suggest you just ask them. They're really nice girls." And as an afterthought, I added, "These girls are also my friends so; I'm going to ask, no, I'm telling you, treat them respectfully, okay, fellas?"

"Come on, Mark," John said, "You know that we don't treat girls badly, don't you?"

"I know that," I smiled, "But still, you can tell anyone who thinks otherwise that they'll answer to me if they don't act right, okay?"

"To hell with everyone else," Todd laughed, "I wouldn't mind being seen with any one of those girls."

"I'm glad to hear that," I replied, "That means that you'll be nice, right?"

"You got it, bro," John smiled, "But would you at least introduce me to that beautiful brunette that's playing lead guitar. She' not only a smoking guitar player, but she's smoking hot, too."

"Okay," I grinned, "I'll introduce you to her, but you're on your own after that, okay?"

"No problem," I chuckled, and then I introduced John to Sally, and Todd to the Mackey sisters. I figured that Tonya and Lisa would decide among themselves which one of them, if either, would want to go out with him.

After that, I joined Lynn and Jennifer at our table, and sat right between them with a hand on each leg.

"Hi, babies," I smiled, "You two sound great tonight, as usual."

"My feet hurt," Lynn complained, "I'll be glad when this damn gig is over with."

"Me, too," Jen said, "My ass is killing me from having to sit in that damned chair."

"I'm sorry, my loves," I gently replied, "But wasn't it you two that wanted me to line this gig up for us?"

"Yes, and I'm sorry, baby," Jen pouted, "Don't listen to me, I'm just a bitchy pregnant woman."

"Don't pay any attention to me either, my love," Lynn whined, "I started my period this afternoon."

"How about if we take a swim when we get home tonight," I smiled, "Would that be better?"

"No," Jen continued to pout, "I just want to go home and get in the bed."

"Me, too," Lynn sulked, "I'll be glad when we're done."

Suddenly I began to laugh, making Jen look at me like I was crazy, and then she said, "I don't understand how you could possibly find any of this funny."

While still laughing, I placed both of my arms around my girls and told them, "You two are, without a doubt, the two most beautiful women that I've ever seen; but when you two don't feel good, ya'll can also be the two biggest bitches I've ever known, but I still love you even more. Now, if that isn't funny, then I don't know what it is."

"Fuck you, Mark," Jennifer began to giggle, "You're an asshole sometimes, too."

"No shit," Lynn giggled as well, "That is so fucked up on so many levels," and before we knew it, the three of us were laughing like fools at a circus.

We finished the night, receiving not only a huge standing ovation, but also rave reviews the next morning in every major newspaper throughout the greater Houston area. However, the next week became the turning point in my life, which has not been the same since.

~~~~~~

We were sitting at the table eating dinner and Jennifer had been telling us since morning that she wasn't feeling well, when suddenly, and with no warning, her water broke. This was a routine that the three of us had practiced several times throughout the last trimester of Jen's pregnancy. As Lynn was helping Jen, as well as herself, getting dressed, I put on some clothes, grabbed a pre-packed suitcase, and then started Lynn's car, in preparation of taking Jen to the hospital.

~~~~~~

We sat with Jennifer for eight hours while she was in labor. Lynn and I took turns walking with her, doing breathing exercises, and generally holding her hand when the labor pains hit her. And when the baby decided to come, it was my Mom that Jennifer chose to go with her into the delivery room.

~~~~~~

Dad, Nan and Poppy, with Lynn and me, sat in the waiting room for about thirty minutes when a nurse came out and asked, "Mister Haynes, Mister Mark Haynes?"

"That's me," I said, standing up, "Is everything alright? How's Jennifer? How's the baby?"

"Come with me," she giggled, "And you can see for yourself."

"Come on, Lynn," I smiled, grabbing her hand, "You're coming with me."

"Not this time, baby," she sweetly smiled, "This time is just for you and Jen."

"Are you sure?" I asked, "You're a part of this, too, ya know."

"Not right now," she softly replied, "Our time will come soon enough, baby. You go, now. I'll be right out here."

"Okay," I smiled, "I love you."

"I know you do, and I love you, too," she smiled, happy tears filling her eyes, "Tell Jen that I love her, too."

"I will," I smiled, caressing her beautiful cheek, and then I turned and followed the nurse.

~~~~~~

At Two Thirty-Four that Morning Jennifer presented me with a beautiful baby girl who we named Abigail Leigh Haynes. She was beautiful like her mother, who, when the nurse took me in to see the two of them that first time, looked even more beautiful than she did the very first time I ever laid eyes on her.

"Hi, baby," Jennifer brightly smiled, holding a beautiful bundle of joy in her arms, "Come over here and meet our daughter."

With tears pouring from my eyes, Jen handed me my daughter and said, "I love you, Mark, I love you with all my heart."

"Hi, sweetie," I sniffled, looking into my daughter's bright blue eyes for the first time, "I'm so happy to meet you," and then I couldn't speak, for the tears of happiness that were raining down my face.

"Isn't she beautiful?" Jennifer asked smiling, as she wiped my tears with her soft hands, "She looks just like her Daddy, don't you think?"

"No," I chuckled, still sniffling, "She looks like her Mommy, and that's why she's so beautiful."

"I can't begin to tell you what I'm feeling right now," I said, "I've never felt more loved than I do right now at this moment."

"It's because you are, Mark," Jennifer gently smiled, "You are."

"So, what're we gong to call her?" I smiled, looking into my daughter's eyes.

"I was thinking," Jennifer grinned, "That maybe we could call her Abbey."

"Hmm, Abbey," I said, "I like that."

"Oh, by the way," Jennifer smiled, "Where's Lynn? I want her to be here, too."

"I'm right here," Lynn said, standing in the doorway. Then she looked at me and said, "Your parents insisted that I come in here."

"And so, you should be here," Jennifer smiled, patting the bed beside her," Come on, baby, come meet your God daughter."

As Lynn walked in and sat beside Jennifer on the bed, I placed Abbey in her arms and said, "Allow me to introduce you to Miss Abigail Leigh Haynes."

"Oh, my God," Lynn began to cry, "She's so beautiful, you guys."

"Yes she is," I smiled, "Just like all the women in this family."

"Are we really," Lynn wistfully asked, "A family, I mean?"

"You bet your pretty little ass we are," Jen giggled, "And don't ever forget it either."

"I love you guys so much," Lynn smiled, looking at Abbey, "All three of you."

~~~~~~

Mom and Dad, as well as Nana and Poppy came into Jennifer's room to see her and Abbey, and I'd never seen my mother or grandmother look more proud than they did when they held Abbey in their arms. And of course Dad and Poppy held her, too, doing their best, and failing miserably not to let their eyes fill with tears. 

After all, the birth of Abbey represented a celebration of life, and as the Chinese say, we begin to die on the day we're born; hence the reason that they cry at the birth of child, and celebrate its life when it eventually matures and dies. I know that it may be a morbid analogy at this point, but it is what it is.

~~~~~~

Of course during the first six weeks little Abbey was home, her crib was in our bedroom; but when she began to sleep all night, we made Jennifer's old room into a nursery, where my beautiful little Abbey would sleep.

~~~~~~

When Abbey was three months old, my senior year in college began. Of course Mom was more than happy to baby-sit Abbey on the nights that the band, Pegasus, had to play. And it seemed like we were drawing a bigger crowd with every gig we played. However, it was nearing the end of the first semester that we, as a band, were approached by an A&R guy from Atlantic Records.

The man's name was Darryl Peters and there was something I didn't like about him the very first time I met him; and this wasn't the first time Id seen him at one of our gigs. Of course, I later came to realize that almost all A&R representatives are nothing more than scum; but because of the girls, I listened to what he had to say.

"Aw, Man," he spouted, after this particular gig, "You guys have a great sound."

"We know that," Lynn proudly smiled, "Who are you, and what do you want?"

"My name is Darryl Peters," he said, "And I represent Atlantic Records out of L.A." 

Of course this excited the girls to no end, but still, I was going to look out for our best interests, and in doing so, I told him, "Unless you can guarantee us at least a five album deal, with full autonomy, then we're not interested."

"Nobody has ever been give full autonomy in the history of Atlantic Records," he laughed, "Who do you think you are, dude, Led Zeppelin?"

"Let me remind you, that you're one who wanted to talk to us," I replied, "Not the other way around, dude," as the girls all giggled.

"I don't know," Peters fretted, "I'll have talk to my boss about this."

"You do that," I told him, "And when you're ready to play, then come back and see us."

After Peters left, I looked at the girls in the band and said, "Don't worry, hell be back. In the mean time, I want you all at our house tomorrow around noon. Is that okay with everyone?"

When they all agreed, we broke down our gear, packed it up, and then parted ways until the next day.

~~~~~~

Sally Richardson arrived at our house about five minutes early, with the Mackey sisters, Lisa, and Tonya, right on time. Of course with everyone in the house being female, they all had to take a moment to make stupid over Abbey. And then after handing her back to Jennifer, sat down to listen to what I had to say.

'Thanks for coming, everyone," I said, "I'm glad you could all make it."

"We're here to talk about what that A&R jackass from Atlantic had to say," Lisa asked, "Aren't we?"

"Yes," I replied, "We are. But before we go any further, I need to know if everyone is interested in seeking a record deal."

"As long as you're the one who negotiates the terms," Tonya said, "Then I'm interested."

"Baby, I trust fully you," Jennifer smiled, "You know that." 

"Me, too," Lynn smiled, "One hundred percent."

"I do," Tonya added, "You haven't steered us wrong yet."

"What about you, Sally," I asked her, "How do you feel?"

"Why not?" she smiled, "I mean, all I ever wanted to do was just play, and if this is what the rest of you guys want, then you can count me in as well."

"Okay then, this is how it's going to be," I began, "Everyone knows that record labels are going to squeeze all that they can from whomever they sign to their label; and most bands will jump at the chance just to be signed with a major label, consequences be damned."

"So, what are we going to do," Jen asked, "How is it going to be different for us?"

'First of all, I'm no dummy when it comes to the everyday operations of a record label," I said, "Second of all, I'm going to make certain that we get as much, if not more money than the label itself; especially when it comes to our music, because I plan on writing eighty to ninety percent of what's going on all of the albums that we record."

"Damn, Mark," Tonya smiled, "I would've never thought of that."

"Furthermore," I said, "If you girls are willing to blindly trust me, then I promise you that we'll all do very well come payday, okay?"

I waited while the girls all talked amongst themselves, and then after a few moments, Jennifer looked at me smiling, and said, "We trust you, baby, all of us."

Alright," I smiled, "Leave everything to me, okay?"

Once again Jennifer smiled as she replied, "We're putting this in your hands, my love."

~~~~~~

Over a period of the next week, between classes and time for Jennifer, Abbey, and Lynn, I managed to write four songs, all of which were radio quality. And when I played them for the rest of the band, they all got on the ball and learned each and every one of them, insisting that the songs be incorporated into out current set list.

And as expected, when we played at "Jericho's" the following weekend, Darryl Peters was there waiting to talk to us like a wolf waiting for the lamb. However, he had another gentleman with him, whom, from pictures that I'd previously seen in Rolling Stone Magazine, I immediately recognized as Ahmet Ertegun, the president of Atlantic Records. 

~~~~~~

"I really liked what I heard this evening," Mr. Ertegun smiled, shaking our hands as he introduced himself, "My name is..."

"Mister Ahmet Ertegun," I happily smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

"No, young man," he grinned, "The pleasure is all mine, believe me."

After we introduced ourselves, Mr. Ertegun got right to the point, and said, "I understand that you want a five album deal, and that you also want full autonomy. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir," I humbly replied, "While I understand that a producer would more than likely be called in to oversee the recording process, please allow me to tell you that we don't want anyone touching anything that we've recorded, because it would take away what we feel is the spirit of our music."

"I can understand that," he kindly replied, "What else do you want out this deal?"

"We want to write everything that goes on each album," I told him, "I mean, how can you expect us to truly feel something that we haven't written? It will definitely make a difference not only on tape, but also during any live performances, as well."

"It sounds to me like you've been giving this some serious thought," he smiled, "Is there anything else I need to know?"

I could've literally kissed Lynn, as a matter of fact, I did, when she said, "What about marketing, sir?"

"What about it?" Darryl Peters sneered, "That's our job, thank you."

"I wasn't talking to you," Lynn glared, "I was talking to Mister Ertegun."

"Now you wait a minute, girl," Peters bellowed, before Ahmet cut him off.

"Take the limo back to the hotel, Darryl," he calmly told him, "I'll be along later."

"Yer, sir," he said, glaring at Lynn on the way out.

"Jeez," Lynn giggled, "What an asshole. Please tell us that we won't have to deal with him, Mister Ertegun."

"Believe it or not," Ahmet said, "Darryl is very good at what he does."

"Maybe so," I calmly replied, "But I don't like the way he undresses the girls with his eyes, sir."

"Alright then," he gently said, "We'll talk about that later. Now about the marketing, what are your concerns?"

Because she opened the topic, I gave Lynn a look that said she should speak in our behalf. And in doing so, she looked at Ahmet and said, "We want a guarantee that you will give us full media saturation, releasing at least one, maybe even two singles before the first album is released."




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 03



"That sounds reasonable," he said, "What else?"

"We'll give you all of the publishing on the first two albums," I told him, "And if they do well, which I know that they will, we want to split the publishing down the middle on the last three, and we also want half of the mechanicals. That way we can all make money from this little venture."

"I'm very impressed," Ahmet smiled, "Usually most bands jump at whatever they've been offered. It's very refreshing to talk to a group of young people who are as intelligent as you all are.

Until now, Sally Richardson had pretty much sat and silently listened to what all was being said. She showed what a true friend she was, and still is for that matter, when she smiled and said, "Excuse me, Mister Ertegun, but what about finance?"

"What about it?" he chuckled, "I'm very anxious to hear this."

"I think I speak for all of us when I say that a big advance up front is not really necessary, as we are willing to take what comes on the back end," she politely, said, "That way, in the event that our music doesn't do well, which, I don't see that happening, you won't be out any money, save for the cost of studio time; and from what I understand, you more or less own two or three studios on Sunset Strip. Am I correct?"

"Oh, my goodness," he began to laugh, "It seems to me that you've all done your homework. Will there be anything else?"

"Not that I can think of," I grinned, 'But if you'd like to trade contact information with us, "I'll let you know if we do think of anything."

"That's perfect," he kindly replied, standing up, "I'll be in contact with you very soon; and once again, please allow me to tell you all that I'm very impressed with you all, and I look forward to when we can all meet again."

"Thank you, sir," I grinned; shaking hands with him, "It's been a pleasure speaking with you."

"For me as well," he smiled, "Until we meet again."

"Yes, sir," I smiled, "And thank you."

~~~~~~

After Ahmet left the club, I looked around at the smiling faces of everyone, and said, "Be back at our house tomorrow at the same time, okay?"

And after acknowledgement from everyone, we broke down, and loaded our gear out of the club, and then went home.

~~~~~~

Chapter Four

"Holy shit," Jennifer smiled, as she breast fed Abbey, "Can you believe that Ahmet Ertegun himself came to hear us play tonight?"

"Of course," Lynn giggled, kissing Abbey's little cheek as she suckled Jen's breast, "We're that good, baby girl."

"I'll tell you what shocked the shit out of me," I said," And that was when Sally spoke up. Hell, that's the most I've ever heard her say at one time...ever."

"Ouch," Jennifer suddenly wailed, "If I didn't know better, I'd think Abbey was growing teeth. Hell my nipples are getting sore as hell."

"Bull shit," Lynn giggled, "You never bitch about me biting them when we fuck."

"Oh, shut up," Jennifer smiled, her cheeks turning pink, "That's because you're such a slut when it comes to my tits."

"You're damn right I am," Lynn laughed, "I wish I had tits as big as yours."

"Oh, you will," Jen laughed, "Wait until Mark knocks you up with that big cock of his."

"Come on, you two," I laughed, "That seems to be all you two ever think about anymore."

"So," Jen asked, "What's wrong with that?"

"No shit," Lynn replied, her eyes suddenly beginning to fill with tears, "Don't you want me to have a baby, too?"

"Shh, it's okay, baby," I soothed her, taking her into my arms, "Of course I do, you know that."

"Good," she giggled, wiping her tears away, "Then after the release of our first album, I'm going off of the pill."

"Oh, no," I teased, "I've created a monster, two of them."

"Oh, no you haven't," Jen stood up, placing her arms around Lynn and I, "You have three girls who love you very much, that's all, baby."

"She's right, Mark," Lynn cooed, "We love you very much."

"And I love you, too," I replied, gently taking Abbey from Jennifer's arms and tenderly holding her in my arms, "All three of you."

~~~~~~

The following Monday at college was a busy day for me. I had four classes that day, and because Jennifer was at work, as was Lynn, Mom was more than happy to keep Abbey. Looking back, I remember how it was when Nana would keep me while Mom and dad were at work when I was little. And now that Abbey was in our lives, Nana, as well as Poppy, also made it a point to be at my parents' house when Mom would keep Abbey. 

Jennifer and I were grateful for Mom's guidance when it came to raising Abbey. She was also very helpful when Jennifer decided to wean Abbey from being breast fed to eating baby food. I still remember the first time we fed Abbey her first taste of baby food. Actually I seem to remember that she wore more of it than she actually ate. But it was till very cute, and of course Abbey's Momma Lynn made sure to take a ton of pictures of it, too.

Speaking of Lynn, Jennifer and I loved watching her interact with our daughter. And with the exception of Abbey's blood relatives, I've never seen any other woman who was more affectionate, tender, loving, and gentle, than Lynn was with little Abbey. There was no mistaking the love that Lynn felt for our daughter, making the love that Jennifer and I felt toward Lynn run that much deeper.

~~~~~~

It was somewhere around ten days after our first meeting with Ahmet Ertegun that we heard from him again. He called the house wanting to speak with me, and when I answered the phone, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he had something special to talk about. We spoke for a few moments longer until it was agreed that he would be at our house in three days; and he wanted the whole band there when he made his presentation.

~~~~~~

"Hello, sir," I smiled, showing him into the living room of our house, "It's good to see you again, Mister Ertegun."

"Thank you, Mark," he kindly smiled, "It's good to see you as well, and please, call me Ahmet."

"Would you care for something to drink, Ahmet?" I asked him, once he was comfortably seated.

"Do you have any tea?" he asked, "It's been a long flight."

"As a matter of fact, we do," I grinned, and before I could ask her, Jennifer took off to the kitchen to retrieve him a cup of hot tea.

We spoke for a few moments of music in general with him, the whole band having already been there for about an hour before Ahmet arrived. Then he looked at us, and after having taken a sip of his tea, he set his cup on the coffee table and reached for his briefcase. 

Then he pulled out a manila folder containing a recording contract, and smiling, said, "I've drawn up a contract that I believe will satisfy every request that was made the last time we spoke."

"We're very happy to hear that, Ahmet," I smiled, "But I hope you don't mind if we have our attorney take a look at it before we sign it."

"I'm glad to hear you say that," Ahmet grinned, "I'd be very disappointed in you if you didn't."

'Would you mind if we took a look at it now, sir?" I politely asked, "Because to tell you the truth, we're all curious as hell to see it."

"Of course," he laughed, passing around a stack of paperwork, "I have six copies of it, one for each of you to read. If you'd take one and pass it on, please."

I took a moment to peruse his proposed contract; and as I read it, I found that he indeed had granted our every request. However, he wanted to give us each at least a five thousand dollar advance, which, in the rerecording industry, was a mere pittance in comparison to the amount of money we would each be receiving on the back end. Plus, it would come in handy with Abbey and everything involved in caring for her.

"I really like this," Lynn giggled, "Look, Mark; he's guaranteeing us at least three singles off of each album. Thank you, Mister Ertegun."

"Please, ma'am," he smiled, "Call me Ahmet, okay, Lynn?"

"Yes, sir," she stuttered, "Err, I mean, Ahmet," making us all laugh.

"Who's going to be our A&R representative?" I humbly asked, "Please tell me it's not going to be that idiot Darryl Peters."

"Darryl Peters no longer works for Atlantic Records," Ahmet proudly announced, "I'm going to handle you folks myself...if it is alright with you all that is."

"Are you kidding me?" I grinned, "We would be honored to have you represent us, Ahmet."

"Thank you," he humbly smiled, "And it is me who id honored, I assure you."

~~~~~~

Dr. Brown, the head of the music department at The University of Houston, put me in touch with an attorney by the name of Harry Patterson, who, as it turned out, was one of the best music business attorneys in the country.

Harry took one look at the contract that Ahmet had handed us, and said, "Good Lord, kid! I don't know who negotiated this for you, but whoever it was did one hell of a job. I've never seen a recording contract more solid than what I'm looking at right now."

"So," I said, "It's good to go, then?"

"Hell yes," he laughed, "You kids better jump on this while you can," and that's exactly what we did.

~~~~~~

And as I said earlier, my life came to a major turning point halfway through my senior year in college. As soon as the Christmas break was over, and right before the spring semester began, I found myself in Dr. Brown's office.

"We're supposed to fly out to Los Angeles and start recording in less than a week," I told him, "Is there any way that I can make this last semester up?"

"I'll tell you what, Mark," he began smiling, "Because what you're about to do is the reason you came to college to start with, this is what I'm going to do. You go ahead and go out to Los Angeles and record you guys' first album," then a sly smile appeared on his face, as he continued, "And if you have at least one single in the top ten, I will personally give you your degree, okay?"

"Are you kidding me?" I laughed, standing and half shaking his hand, half hugging him, "You've got a deal, Doc."

"I know you'll do well, Mark," he said, happy tears in his eyes, "I knew it the very first time I ever heard you sing and play."

"Thank you, Doctor Brown," I humbly replied, "It means a lot to me to hear you, of all people, say that."

"No problem, kiddo," he grinned, "Besides, it's not hard to tell the truth."

~~~~~~

Three days later we were off to Los Angeles, and with my Mom in tow to take care of Abbey while we were in the studio working, the record label put us all up at the, what was then brand new, Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills. So what if it was a bit of a drive to the studio, Ahmet spared no expense with Pegasus, because he had that much faith in us, God bless him.

~~~~~~

We began recording our first album, which was self titled, because it was, like I just said, our first one. We worked our asses for off for eight hours a day, six days a week. And when given the opportunity, I took Lynn and Jennifer dancing, at least one night per week.

It felt good to be out in the L.A. nightlife, which also gave me the chance to show off my two angels to the world. I was, and still am, proud to be seen with, as far as I'm concerned, the two most beautiful women I've ever known. And the more she was around the tree of us, the more Mom began to understand the love that I shared with Jennifer and Lynn.

Aside of the fact that Mom had come to love the two of them very much, she now considered Jen and Lynn to be, and I quote, "The two prettiest daughters a woman could ever have". Of course they loved Mom as much as she loved them, and needless to say, that tickled my mother to no end. Still though, we were being given the opportunity to show Ahmet Ertegun, the president and owner of Atlantic Records, just exactly what we were made of, musically speaking; and if we weren't up to the job, then all the love in the world wasn't going to matter one way or the other.

~~~~~~

We were at the midway point of being finished with our album, when we first heard our music being played on the radio. It was one of the first four songs that I'd written back when Pegasus played at Jericho's the first time Ahmet heard us play. 

The name of the song was "Wherever You Are" and it hit the airwaves at ten o'clock that first morning in February on Valentines Day of that year. To say it was a success was a more than huge understatement. 

Requests for the song came pouring in all day; and within a week it was at number two in the top ten, reaching number one the following day, remaining at number one for a record fifteen weeks. And then it only dropped to number three staying there until the album was released a month later.

However, once the album was released, we achieved three more singles, that hit the top ten within three weeks after the album's release; and it turned out that those three singles were the other three songs of what I now called "The Original Four" that I'd written along with "Wherever You Are".

Of course along with the success of "The Original Four" came television appearances, and radio interviews throughout the greater Los Angeles area, not to mention up and down the southern California coast.

~~~~~~

Once we'd finished with all of the appearances and interviews, etc; Ahmet called us into his office for the purpose of discussing putting together a tour for the first album. I was all for it, as was the rest of the band. We'd all talked about it before hand, and were prepared to go on tour. But because of the success of our first album, we wouldn't have to go as an opening act. 

According to Ahmet, we'd earned the right to be a headline act, which meant having our own tour bus, road crew, stage manager, the whole nine yards. And once a reasonable amount of shows had been agreed upon, we prepared to go on the road. Ahmet gave us six weeks at home to recharge and regroup, so that we would be prepared not only mentally, but physically to be able to handle the rigors of touring.

~~~~~~

Of course after our first night home, Jennifer and Lynn hit me with the idea of Lynn going off of the pill before we hit the road.

"If that's what you want to do, then I'm all for it," I gladly told Lynn, "I love you, but keep in mind that this first tour is the most important set of performances we'll ever do; and there will be some very stressful moments throughout the tour." 

"I can handle it. Baby," she sweetly smiled, "I've you and Jennifer to lean on when time get rough, right?"

"You're damn right you do, baby girl," Jennifer tenderly replied, hugging her and kissing her lips, "Isn't that right, Mark?"

"Hell yes," I smiled, placing my arms around both of my girls, "I'll always be here for you, my loves...both of you."

"I guess that settles it then," Lynn giggled, pulling her birth control pills from out of her purse and then throwing them in the trash can, "When can we start trying to make a baby, baby?"

"Any time you want," I smiled, running my hand up the back of her skirt to find out the she wasn't wearing any panties, "Mmm, you nasty hot little thing."

"You're making my pussy wet, Mark," Lynn breathed, "You'd better be ready to fuck me right now."

"What're you talking about making you pussy wet?" Jennifer giggled, "Baby, your pussy is always wet."

"And your point is?" Lynn giggled, "Come on, you two...let's go fuck, right now," and we proceeded to do just that...all night long.

~~~~~~

The three of us made love every night, making sure that every drop of sperm that my balls produced was squirted inside of my beautiful Lynn's hot little pussy. We knew that we had succeeded in getting her pregnant when, with less than twelve days to go before we hit the road, Jennifer and I awoke to the sound of Lynn experiencing her first bout of morning sickness.

"I'll help her, Mark," Jen smiled, getting out of bed and heading to the bathroom, "You go get Abbey up and feed her. There's bottle in the refrigerator and you know what to do."

Indeed, I did, because not only Jennifer, but also Mom and Lynn made certain that I knew exactly how to go about feeding my baby girl, Abbey. Plus, I so enjoyed looking into her bright blue eyes whenever I had the opportunity to feed her, she was so sweet at that age. Hell, she still is, but I'm getting ahead of myself again...

~~~~~~

Mom and Jen went with Lynn to the doctor; who confirmed that she was almost five weeks along the way. And that meant that she would be really be showing when we came off of the road four months from now.

~~~~~~

The following week was spent with Pegasus preparing to play in ninety-eight cities in a little less than one hundred and twenty days. The work was rigorous, but everyone pulled through with flying colors, even my beautiful Lynn, God love her heart. I know it was a little rough on her but she sucked it up and dealt with it. 

We were all so very proud of her, but none of us were more proud of her than Jennifer and I, who made sure that she had any and everything she needed, whether it was ice water, coke, or in some cases, iced tea and Gatorade.

Mom and Dad, along with Jennifer's parents, both took care of little Abbey for us, leaving us one less thing to have to worry about. And so when our plane landed at LAX, or, Los Angeles International Airport as it was called back then, we were all ready to rock.

~~~~~~

Our first show took place at Pauly Pavilion, on the U.C.L.A. campus, man, what a show that was. Grace Slick, of Jefferson Airplane, opened the show for us and brought the crowd of over twenty thousand people to a frenzy.

And when Pegasus took the stage we knew that all six of our musical careers had been leading to this particular point in time. Because we all decided long ago that Lynn had the purest voice of all of us, she not only sang lead on the album, but did the same on stage, giving Pegasus its vocal signature that we all came to be known for.

No one was more proud of her that night than I was. After all, Pegasus had been of my making from the very start, all the girls agreed on that point. But to be able to see a long held dream of mine come to its true fruition that night, gave me a feeling like none I've had before, or since. God, we sounded so good that night, and the response of the crowd brought tears to eyes of each of us once the show was over.

~~~~~~

Our next show was at The Fillmore in San Francisco, California; and while it wasn't a big venue, it was just as important, none the less. The fans were jam packed like sardines to see us play, and I was proud that we were booked to play in a venue that people Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and The Doors, just to name a few, had played.

After that, we headed up to Montreal Canada from the Montreal Music festival. Talk about a great show, holy shit, there were people that were lined up for three blocks to get into the venue on the night of our performance. However, one thing we all had to agree upon, was how genuinely nice and kind the Canadian people were. Jennifer, Lynn and I had considered moving there once we retired, but that was till a long ways off.

~~~~~~

However, the show that was the most important show to every single one of us was when we played at the Hofheinz Pavilion on the University of Houston Campus. Because the U of H was our alma mater, almost every single one of the eight thousand, five hundred seats were filled by someone that we knew and/or had seen us at the many clubs we'd played around the greater Houston area.

I'll never forget that night either, as Lynn, dressed in tight white leather pants, with a form fitting tight, white linen blouse, as her long dark hair hung down to her hot little butt, strutted across the stage smiling, and into her microphone, said, "HELLO, HOUSTON! DO YOU REMEMBER US?" and of course the crowd went nuts.

Once the crowd settled back down, she spoke more softly into the microphone, telling the audience, "I see a lot of familiar faces out there tonight, and I can't begin to tell you all how much it means to us that you're here," the she allowed the audience to applaud us for a moment before she continued, "I want to introduce you to the person, well, the only guy in the band," she began to giggle, "And we think he's very special. Not only is he the guy that brought us all together, but he's also the father of Jennifer Bradley's daughter, little Miss Abbey Haynes as well as her sibling, the child that I'm carrying inside of me; and we both love him very much. Ladies and Gentlemen, it gives me great pleasure to introduce Mister Mark Haynes." Then she smiled and me and said, "Mark, stand up, baby."




You're Not Finished Yet Ch. 03



I stood and waved while the audience loudly applauded me, and also elicited giggles from not only Jennifer, but the rest of the girls in the band as my face turned bright red in embarrassment. 

Because of Lynn's little announcement, my relationship with her and Jennifer was now out in the open, and even though the press was going to have a field day over it, I was still very proud of both of my angels; and I didn't give a shit who knew.

~~~~~~

Backstage after the show, I was surrounded by reporters, each one wanting to know about my relationship with Lynn and Jennifer. I said nothing about it, and left them all standing there pissed off because I wouldn't answer their nosy assed questions. When Ahmet found out about it, he smiled, praising me because I wouldn't bow down to the media, knowing that if any of them made any bad comments, or untrue statements, that they would get their asses sued for slander.

"Goodness, my boy," he laughed over the phone, that night, "You're just full of surprises."

"It is what it is, sir," I replied, "I make no excuses, nor will I be cross examined by the damned media about anything that concerns my personal life, or my family. I'm sorry if that's problem."

"Nonsense," he continued laughing, "You kids keep doing what you're doing, and everything will be alright, I assure you. Besides, this will definitely sell more records, I promise."

"Thanks Ahmet," I smiled, "You're a good man."

"Thank you, Mark," she chuckled, "You're the most fearless artist it's ever been my pleasure to have met."

~~~~~~

Our next show was at Reunion Arena in Dallas, Texas. It was a decent sized venue that seated twenty-five thousand people. I really liked the acoustics, too, because Lynn's pure voice, which was a cross between Leah Nash, of Sixpence None the Richer and Colbie Caillat, was heard by everyone in attendance. Ad at the end of our show, we were all very surprised at the small gifts such as teddy bears, roses, and even greeting cards from well wishers about Lynn's pregnancy. All in all, I thought it was really very sweet, as did the rest of the band members.

Miss Lynn Chandler was becoming quite the celebrity in the music scene, and she was beginning to get offers from would be paramours, all of which she politely turned down. Jennifer, too, was getting rave reviews, as were the Mackey sisters. Rolling Stone magazine described Sally Richardson as, and I quote, "A guitar player way ahead of her time."

Me, on the other hand, while I was definitely being praised as a great writer, I was also being called a lothario that had his own harem to choose from; and the rock critics were wondering which of the females in the band I would impregnate next. It didn't really bother me, but I still thought that maybe one day all of the hoopla would die down. 

It finally came to a screeching halt when Lynn, in an interview on The David Letterman show, while he was trying to make jokes at my expense, let him know what an uninformed asshole he really was. She flat told him backstage in no uncertain terms that if he insisted on being such a jackass about the relationship I had with Lynn and Jennifer, then she would tell the world that he'd repeatedly made unwanted advances toward her and the rest of the girls in the band, all of which were prepared to back her up, if he didn't shut his mouth about me henceforth.

Apparently it worked, because David Letterman himself came to our hotel room later that night after a show when we were in New York to personally apologize to me for every bad thing he'd ever said about me. I basically told him not to worry about it, and that he was forgiven. After that, he couldn't say enough nice things about not only me, but the band as well; healing the rift he'd caused between us.

~~~~~~

Chapter Five

We were now two months into the tour, and Lynn's pregnancy was beginning to show, but only a little bit because of the fact that she's such a tiny thing to begin with. Still though, like Jennifer, being pregnant made Lynn even more beautiful than she already was. Her face was radiant, and her attitude on life, which had always been great since I'd known her, was even more bright cheerful, making Jen and I fall deeper in love with her, if that was even possible.

And like Jennifer during her pregnancy, Lynn stayed horny all the time. I mean, it was almost every night that she craved sex. Hell, she would, on occasion, pull either Jennifer, me, or both of us to the back bedroom in the tour bus for a quickie; the woman was insatiable. And the two of them have gotten progressively worse as we've gotten older, especially now that the kids are grown. But then I'm getting ahead of myself...again...lol.

~~~~~~

One would think that being around five women day in and day out for four months straight would be stressful, but no; it was really very pleasant, at least for me anyway. Don't get me wrong, there were the occasional disagreements, especially between Lisa and Tonya, but that was because they were sisters, after all. 

But other than that, we all got long quite well, and I began to become attached to these girls like they were my family. And while Jennifer and Lynn really were my family, Tonya, Lisa, and Sally became like sisters to me; sisters whom I will forever love for the rest of my life.

~~~~~~

As the love between the three of us grew deeper, I came to a point in my life where I decided that I would never live without either one of them. And when the band played in Utah, in the cities of Ogden and Provo, it was there that I decided we would eventually make our home. While polygamous marriages are not legal...yet...they are still tolerated; and I wanted more than anything for Jennifer and Lynn to both bear my last name. After we all had dinner one night before a show, I pulled Jen and Lynn aside and expressed my feelings to them.

Needless to say, they both hugged me while shedding happy tears and agreed with my decision. The only obstacle that I could foresee was getting my parents and grand parents to see things my way. I mean, after all, they were from the old school, and while never once did they approach me about marrying either of my angels, I knew that that still weighed heavily in the backs of their minds.

~~~~~~

Our final show was at the Darrel K. Royal Memorial Stadium on The University of Texas campus, in Austin, Texas. We filled the stadium to capacity, which, at the time seated roughly eighty thousand people, not counting the two thousand people who were seated on the field next to the stage.

This was one of the best shows we'd done during the whole tour, and we were all very excited to be there. We began the show with a song I wrote called, "Living The Life", which of course, brought everyone to their feet. The show was going smoothly without a hitch. However, little did I realize that all hell would break loose right before the encore?

We'd been reading in the local papers about this religious cult based out of Nacogdoches, Texas called, God's Vengeance, which was led by this extremist Asshole who called himself The Holy Brother Amos Ridley. Of course we all thought he was full of shit like the rest of his "cult". But they had been wreaking havoc with the law enforcement officers all over the state. And they'd also release a press statement that said that God's judgment was coming soon, and that it would happen in the not too distant future. 

~~~~~~

When we came out to take the stage for an encore performance, automatic weapon fire riddled the front of the stage, making me pull Lynn behind my keyboards where the rest of the band had already moved to. Suddenly someone came running onto the stage with an M-16 rifle in his hands that was aimed at me. What this stupid asshole hadn't known, was that my experiences in Beirut had taught me how to take care of dickheads just like this one.

"God's wrath is upon you, sinner," he sneered, raising his weapon to fire it.

"Fuck you," I growled, sweeping his feet from beneath him, and disarming his dumb ass at the same time. Then after I kicked him hard enough in the face to knock him out, I snatched the weapon from off of the ground and made certain that it was locked, loaded, and aimed directly between his eyes.

"Go ahead and make a move," I growled, "I'll kill you right here, motherfucker."

"Take it easy, son," said a police officer, who'd climbed upon the stage, and was now standing behind me with his weapon drawn, "Everything is going to be alright now. Please, put the weapon down."

I did as he asked and stepped away, however, the would-be assailant took this as a chance to reach into his belt and draw the nine millimeter pistol he had holstered. But before he could pull it, I heard three loud discharges from the police officer's fire-arm, and then the man was dead.

The would-be assailant was none other than Amos Ridley himself, and soon after his death, the rest of his cult were either arrested and/or disbanded all together. Either way, this band of roughly a hundred, or so people would never be heard from again. I just thank the good Lord that he gave me the reflexes that he did; otherwise, God only knows what could've happened.

~~~~~~

We were all over the front page of every major newspaper the next morning, and I had gone from the status of a sleazy lothario to that of a genuine hero, which of course I thought was total horse shit all the way around. Still though, all of the positive press releases made our first album go multi-platinum; and because the show in Austin had been our last, we were more than happy to return back to Houston for a long and well deserved rest.

~~~~~~

Abbey had grown a lot since we last saw her, and God knows that we had sorely missed her while we were gone. She was so beautiful to look at, with her honey blonde locks of hair and her bright blue eyes that danced like candles the moment she saw us; and it was all that I could do not to cry as I held this precious little darling in my arms, especially after knowing, the day before, how close I'd come to never seeing her again.

~~~~~~

Lynn was five and a half months pregnant by this time, and Jennifer and I coddled and babied her just as Lynn and I had done for Jennifer when she was pregnant with Abbey. The one thing that Lynn was doing differently though, was that now she was at the proper term in her pregnancy to be able to get an ultrasound, so that she could determine the sex of our child. So, with that in mind, Lynn, Jennifer, and of course Mom, all took off to the doctor's office the following day, leaving me and Abbey to have a morning to ourselves.

~~~~~~

"Mark, guess what?" Lynn came through the front door, smiling.

"What," I grinned, "What is it, baby?"

"Oh, Mark," she said, sweetly kissing my lips, "We're going to have another little girl in the house."

"Aw, sweetheart," I grinned, hugging her, "That's great."

"I know," Lynn cooed, "And Jen and I have already picked out what we're going to name her."

"Is that right," I chuckled, "Do I get a say in this?"

"No," Lynn and Jennifer giggled, in unison.

After taking abbey into her arms, Jennifer sat down on one side of me, and then Lynn sat down on the other side of me and said, "We want to name her Amy Elizabeth Haynes. Do you like it, sweetheart?" 

"Of course I do," smiled placing my arms around them both, "If you two like it, then I love it."

"We love you, Mark," Lynn softly said, kissing my lips.

"We sure do, baby," Jennifer added, kissing me then Lynn, "We love you very much."

~~~~~~

That night as I lay between my two beautiful angels that meant more to me than life itself, I began to ask myself what it was that I had done to deserve this wondrous blessing that had been bestowed upon me. I'd always tried to do the right thing where treating people were concerned; and I sure as hell didn't break, nor had I broken any laws, but I must've done something right, somewhere at least

However, as I dozed off to sleep, my mind went back in time to when I was stationed with the Marine Corps in Beirut. My best friend in the whole world, David Sellers, and I were walking through what was considered to be a "safe area" when suddenly we heard the words, "INCOMING, INCOMING," being shouted, indicating that mortar fire was coming down upon us.

"GET DOWN, DAVE," I yelled, yanking my buddy to the ground. Then suddenly, from the window of one of the many bombed out buildings around us, the distinct sound of AK-47 fire began to pierce the air as the ground in front of us began to explode in small pops, which immediately let me know that we were being shot at by a sniper somewhere near.

"SNIPER, SNIPER, CHECK YOUR SIX," Dave repeatedly yelled, "CHECK YOUR SIX." And the moment I turned to look behind me, I saw a terrorist moving from window to window on the third floor of the building less than twenty yards behind us.

"I'VE GOT HIM," Dave shouted, and because he qualified as an "Expert" on the rifle range at Camp Pendleton, in Oceanside, California, Dave rolled to his right behind a pile of rubbage, and took aim.

However, what Dave didn't see was another terrorist pop up behind him with an RPG sitting on his shoulder. I withdrew the .9mm pistol that I carried and took one shot, which hit the son of a bitch in the side of the head,, but not before he shot the RPG.

Luckily enough, the RPG missed Dave by quite a bit, but with the distraction of the explosion, the terrorist with the AK-47 got five shots off, two of which hit Dave before I could get to him.

"DAMMIT, NOOO," I shouted, racing toward Dave at full speed, consequences be damned. He was still alive when I got there so, I assumed that he's only been slightly wounded. Then I picked up Dave's rifle and took aim at the rag-head asshole with the AK-47, and just as soon as the opportunity presented itself, I blew his fucking head off.

When I turned back to check on Dave, the whole front of his chest was covered in blood. "DAVE, NOOO," I screamed, "Don't do this, buddy," I said, shaking him. "Come on, man," I said, beginning to perform CPR, but it was to no avail, Dave was dead.

However, I must've been in shock, or something, because the next thing I knew was that four Marines were dragging me away from his lifeless body as I continued to scream his name, tears pouring down my face.

Suddenly, from somewhere off in the distance, I heard two sweet and tender voices calling my name, "MARK, BABY WAKE UP." And someone was shaking my body and crying, "MARK, BABY PLEASE WAKE UP, WE LOVE YOU, MARK, PLEEEEAAASE!"

~~~~~~

And then I opened my eyes to find that I was lying in bed at home, with Lynn and Jennifer holding me and crying, both of them, "We're right here, baby. Mark, please wake up...we love you so much."

"I'm awake," I replied, in a shaky voice, and then the tears began pouring down my face as I sat up in the bed crying and shaking, as Jennifer and Lynn continued to hold me like they were never going to let go.

"I'm alright," I said, trying to shake off the nightmare, "I need to get up."

~~~~~~

I stood out by the pool in my boxers with a shot of bourbon in my glass, while Jennifer and Lynn stood next to me, each wearing one of my old tee-shirts.

"I'm really sorry for scaring you two," I quietly said, "I just can't...I don't know..."

"Shh," Jen softly replied, as she and Lynn held me, "It's okay, baby."

"That's right, Mark," Lynn sniffled, "I wish that there was something that we could do so that you wouldn't have those damn nightmares."

"I don't know," I quietly replied, sipping the bourbon, trying to calm my nerves, "It creeps up on me when I least expect it."

"Have you ever thought about maybe talking to someone about it?" Lynn asked, "Maybe that would help you."

"I know you mean well, my love," I gently told her, caressing her beautiful cheek with my hand, "But how can I explain something to someone who hasn't been there and could never understand?"

"I don' know," she sniffled, "But seeing you like this hurts us so badly, baby."

"She's right," Jen softly cried, "It kills us to see you having those fucking nightmares, Mark...it really does."

The next thing I knew was that both of my girls had their arms around me, as well as each other, and were softly crying their beautiful eyes out. And that literally ripped my heart out by the roots. So, it was right then and there I decided that I would go and see Dr. Richard Barnes the very next morning. Because God knows, that for me, seeing Jennifer and Lynn like this was even worse on me than the nightmares could ever be.

~~~~~~

"Goodness, Gracious," Dr. Barnes smiled, as I walked into his office that next morning, "If it isn't Mark Haynes in the flesh, how in the world are you, boy?"

"Hello, Doctor Barnes," I replied, "I hope you're not too busy."

"Of course not," he ginned, "Have a seat. What can I do for you?"

"I need to talk to you, sir," I solemnly replied, closing his door behind me, "It's the nightmares, Doc, I'm having them again and they're getting worse."

"I see," I said, "Well, let's talk about you, first why don't we, okay?"

"Okay," I smiled, "What do you want to know?"

I understand that you're a father now, with another child on the way," he said, "Let's talk about that for now."

"Okay, what would you like to know, sir?"

Dr. Barnes leaned back in his chair, and with a proud smile etched across his face, he looked at me and said, "I heard about your little escapade in Austin, and let me tell you now how proud we all are of you. But I also want to talk about your personal life, too. How are things with you, Miss Bradley and Miss Chandler, oh, and your new daughter? What's her name?"

"Her name is Abbey," I proudly replied "Abigail Leigh Haynes."

"Beautiful name," he smiled, "Do you have any pictures of her with you?"

"I sure do," I grinned, reaching into my wallet and withdrawing a picture of my beautiful little Abbey, showing it to Dr. Barnes, "Isn't she pretty?"

"She's not just pretty, Mark," he smiled, "That child is beautiful. She looks just like Jennifer, I'd say."

"I'd say you're right," I laughed, "That's why she's beautiful."

Then as he handed me the picture back, he looked into my eyes and said, "Tell me about your dreams, Mar; and try to be as explicit as you can."

I began with the dream I'd had the previous night, and then after going into as much detail as I could remember, I told him about the dreams I'd experienced, well, as many as I could remember anyway, ever since I'd been out of the Navy. It was tough to talk about, but Dr. Barnes let me take a beak whenever I needed to, and once I was done, I felt emotionally drained.

"I can tell that you made some good friends while you were with the marines," he commented, "And it sounds like you really miss them don't you?"

"Yes, sir," I replied, my eyes beginning to fill with tears as I thought of the friends I'd lost, "Sometimes I feel like I've lost a part of myself."

"I understand, son," he kindly replied, patting me on the shoulder, "I lost a lot of friends in Vietnam so; I know exactly what you're feeling."

"So, how did you get over it, Doc?" I pointedly asked, "And did you ever have dreams about it?"

"Some times I still do," he plainly said, "But there's no getting over it, as you say. There's only dealing with it."

"How do you deal with it?" I asked, "Sometimes I feel like I'm hanging on by my fingernails."

"Think about those three beautiful girls that depend on you," he told me, "Remember that they need you, and they love you. Don't you have another child on the way, too?"

"Yes, sir," I proudly smiled, "We just found out that it's going to be a girl, too."

"Well, then," he replied, Think about the soon to be four beautiful girls that are going to be depending on you. Once you've done that, I want you to put yourself in the place of your friends that are gone."