Those Three Bitches

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Caution: This Drama Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Tear Jerker, .

Desc: Drama Story: The Hive of the Killer B's. Ok, this one is a little preachy but it is my story and I can be preachy if I want to be. I am not sure of the proper category for this or even the proper subcategories. It deals with the evils or child abuse, so you get to decide if you want to read it; but there is no sex with children.

The characters just became what they became and I had no real control over it. I was going to make it way different but they would not let me. They had a story to tell and well, I guess I am the one they picked to tell it. That happens sometimes.

The Hive of the Killer B's

They were originally called "The Three Bitches," then it became "The Bitches" and finally everyone just seemed to settle on "The B's." This is a story about "The B's;" "The Killer B's." When they were all together it was called "The Hive."

Their names are Brenda, Barbara, and Betty.

I think every school had them, the bitches I mean. Sometimes they are the hot cheerleaders, or maybe they were the sports girls, or the rich girls, or the pretty girls, or even the girls with boobs when no one had a good set yet. But they all had one thing in common, they were always bitches.

Well we had them in our school and they were "The Three B's," Brenda, Barbara, Betty, "The Three Bitches." Somewhere in time they morphed into the "Hive," as in beehive, like a hive of killer bees. These were three sisters and that made it three times as bad. They were also rich, even worse and damn if they weren't beautiful, had boobs, brains and even money. Shit! They wore only new clothes, and the latest fashions. No discount chains for them.

Daddy owned two car dealerships, and a few other businesses and he was married to the best looking woman in town. Everyone was scared of pissing off their daddy because he was a monster if you crossed him. Now the wife, well she and her B's always drove new cars with dealer plates. She was on every committee she wanted to be on and was always the Chairperson. She said what she wanted and that is what happened.

And Brenda, Barbara, Betty, decided the same thing in school. They were not just on "student counsel" they ran student counsel. They decided what the student paper would publish and every one of those papers better have a picture of them in it. They passed judgment on the articles too. If daddy was planning a new shopping center and the paper wanted to run an adverse environmental story about it, well it never saw print. And what was even worse, they were two years apart in ages so we had six years of their running things.

When Brenda was a senior, Barbara was a sophomore. When Barbara was a junior then Betty was a freshman. They formed an impenetrable barrier to upward mobility for anyone not them.

But they had one defender and that was Mary, my Mary. Mary was, to my way of thinking, even more beautiful than the B's. And while the B's had all the sports jocks and BMOC falling over them, Mary had me, just me. Mary did not seem to mind in the least. Well there were others that wanted Mary but I won!

I had no idea why Mary defended them but she did. She did not travel in their crowd, but she was always treated well by the B's, which was not what anyone else got from them. Like I always said, Mary was special for everyone.

Mary was the same age as Barbara and they went to the same school with each other forever. It was not a large town and even the B's went to our small public schools. Why not, their mother and father were the big fish in the small pound. If they wanted something to happen, it happened. It was like it was their private school and the rest of the parents had to pay for it with their tax money.

One day I called them the B's when Mary was around. Boy did she chew me out. I was to use their names at all times, and I was to be polite and if someone was talking bad about them then I was to walk away and not join in. If I did not do that then Mary and I were finished.

Mary told me that I did not know about their life and while it was not her place to tell me, I would have to take her word for it. I chose Mary and never called them the B's ever again nor would I be part of any group of people doing it. I did not defend them but I would just walk away. Soon people understood what I would do and they never mentioned them around me.

Mary and I were the couple that every yearbook said would get married and live together forever, and they were right about that, except the last part.

Mary and I got married right out of junior college. I went to the local junior college and then transferred to state. Mary did the exact same thing. I studied electrical engineering and computer science and Mary became a nurse.

It was during our second year of college that there was a fire and the B's parents died in that fire. The B's were out of town when the fire started and came home to find their parents dead. There was some talk about the fire being set by someone but there was no evidence of it. The B's took the money and left town, and only came back on very special occasions and they all had to do with Mary.

We both worked and lived in the same town we grew up in. We had four children, two boys and two girls. They were great kids, getting into all the same trouble we did at their ages, and we suffered through the hormone surge and imbalances that they had to go through. Through it all Mary and I kept up our love for each other. The kids got out of high school, went to college, got married and gave us grandchildren which Mary and I doted over. But this is not about them.

I had my share of "Honey do's" to do; way more than most. We bought our home and it was small but on a big lot. I ended up adding five bedrooms, Mary already knew she wanted four children and so did I.

But there were problems. Mary insisted she see the B's once a year, where ever they were. They would all get together in some city and would spend two days together. Mary would always come back very upset and would ask me to hold her and she would sometimes cry. I asked her why, but she would never tell me why.

I did not like them, they dressed trashy and I thought they were a bad influence but I trusted Mary, I was just afraid for her. I told Mary how I felt and it was the only time she refused to stop seeing or doing something I did not want her to do. I did not like it but I was so crazy about Mary, so I finally just said ok, I believed in her. I did get the feeling that if I had insisted she would have stopped but if Mary needed to do it then I would not bother her about it.

When Mary was pregnant the B's came to the hospital every time and were great with Mary and our children. When we got married the B's came and they were great with Mary and were even in the wedding party, and I stayed out of their way. Mary wanted me to be polite and I was, but I was not overly friendly. I knew about their marriages and their divorces and I heard the rumors too. They were sluts as far as I was concerned. But if Mary wanted it, Mary got it. I could deny Mary nothing, and she denied me nothing.

The B's were there when our children got married and when the grandchildren were born. They sent gifts every Christmas and cards too. Not just gifts to Mary, but to me and the children and then to the grandchildren. But I hated those damn trips away. They killed me knowing she was going to be gone and then come back so hurt and upset.

But between those trips Mary was the best possible wife. She was the best possible nurse. She worked with children, she loved children. She hurt when she worked with the dying and with the abused. She and I hated child abuse and those children got her special attention. She always said their bodies could be fixed but what some evil person did to their souls would never heal; the best they could hope for was a scar to cover the memories. She talked to me a lot about that, and she studied how to help those so cruelly treated by the very people who should have been protecting them. We both did a lot of reading on it and some crying too.

At times Mary would bring some of the children home when we did family things. At first they would be hollow and alone but after a while they would join in with the other children. I always stayed away from them, a strange man was not what they needed, but soon they even accepted me. I had to study to make sure I did not do something that would upset them. They would be around for a while and then they would be gone and not too much time passed until another one would appear with Mary and it would all start over again. It was part of their recovery. They needed to see that there really were families where children were not abused so that they could have families and know that an abusive husband or even a wife should be reported to the police immediately.

Mary was the one person everyone loved. When we walked down the street Mary was always greeted, some people would actually walk across the street just to say hello to her; she was that kind of person.

Then after almost thirty years of marriage Mary came to me. "Honey we have to talk" the conversation started with. "Baby you have to be strong, very strong for me, our children and grandchildren. I am going to leave you soon, I wish I did not have to go, I know you are going to miss me but I have no choice."

"But why, what have I done? Is there someone else?" I asked.

There were so many things going through my mind. I was in turmoil and I had nowhere to turn; who could I talk with when the only person I knew to talk with was Mary? "Why is she leaving me?"

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