Chapter 33: Recovery

Pam finally went “under the knife” two weeks after her diagnosis of stage 1C ovarian cancer. She didn’t feel lucky, but to have detected and removed the tumor early assuredly saved her life. The whole family was congregated in the surgical waiting room, anxious for news. Four hours after Pam passed through the double doors, the surgeon appeared.

“We got it; we got it all.”

Nate, all 6-1/2 feet of him, crumpled against Theo, weeping happy tears. He’d spent hours obsessing over web sites and becoming more and more fearful. Julie thanked the doctor and asked when Pam could be visited.

“Maybe it should be you first; he seems a little too overwrought. Pam should start swimming toward being conscious in about a half hour, but she won’t make any sense for a couple hours after that. And the more she sleeps, the better. The nurses in Recovery can advise you better.”

Pam proceeded to have a normal course of healing. Pronouncing herself “bored,” she was back working for Nate three weeks after surgery and planning to return to having gentle vaginal sex seven weeks out.

Julie bought Pam a set of panties with a printed image of a highway sign: ROAD CLOSED. But Pam discovered a new favorite thing while she was on restriction. She would arrange herself so her upper body was propped up, and Julie or Sylvie would be sitting in her lap being fucked by Nate and/or Theo. Hearing her friends gasp and pant and holding their breasts and nipples in her hands made her feel like a participant.

And on the warm Friday evening after they received the medical “all clear” signal, all five of them held a ceremonial burning of those panties in the backyard fire pit. Then they happily and nakedly all made for the extra-large bed in the master bedroom.

“Just another festive evening at the Kaiser-Garnier house,” Sette told Dennis. He had been goggling for quite a while at the spectacle.

“It’s one thing when you tell me about your household; it’s another to see it, all of it. They all went into the same bedroom, didn’t they?”

“And the same bed. Is this a problem for you?”

“Not a problem, exactly. More like an obstacle. If my mother gets wind of even the most microscopic particle of your reality, she will make my life an unending hell. And you and your five parents, too. She will have the police here arresting you for, I don’t know, child abuse, bigamy, and every kind of illegal perversion.

“Oh, God! Oh, NO! Cosette, are you having SEX with them, ANY of them?”

“I AM NOT!”

“Oh, that’s a relief. But, on second thought, it doesn’t matter. The ACCUSATION would be enough to ruin all of us. This is FUCKING INDIANA, Cosette.

“Dennis, Dennis, please. Don’t go crazy. We have money, and we can get legal help if we need it. Michigan is 45 minutes away, Illinois is two hours away, and Canada is three or four hours away. My parents have Canadian citizenship. We can get beyond your mother’s reach if we have to.

“You’re not supposed to be home until 10:30; won’t you let me fuck you until you feel better?”

“O Canada, we stand on guard for thee. I do feel better. Now, when were you going to tell me about this “naked in the house” policy?