Chapter 39

Rain was dripping from the thatched roof, leaking in, and the cold water made more than one of the girls shiver. Jeremy was feeling a little cold and wet himself. The rain had started sometime in the night and showed no signs of relenting. He had walked outside briefly to see if it was going to be a violent storm. This just looked and acted like an average tropical rainstorm, lots and lots of rain and that’s all. The fat drops caused rustling noises in the palm leaf roof. The sky lightening was the only sign that dawn had passed. The sky was completely overcast, and the rain came down in big, fat drops, and there was no wind.

“What’s going on?” Tiffany asked.

“It’s raining,” Jeremy replied, “ ... I guess this is the start of the rainy season.”

“I thought the seasons were spring and summer and like that?”

“Well, in the tropics and subtropics there is the wet season and the season where it’s not so wet,” Jeremy grinned.

“Oh well, since you put it that way,” Tiffany said, “It’s always the wet season for me.”

“Is it really?” Jeremy said, grinning playfully as he probed the girl’s bushy gash with his fingers and finding it wet and slick.

“You know what I really miss, Jeremy?”

“What’s that?” Jeremy asked.

“Razors. European waxes, things like that.”

“Me too, sometimes,” Jeremy said, stroking the straggly growth on his face.

There was a pause in the conversation and both could hear Anabell’s slow breathing.

“Do you think I’m pregnant, Jeremy?” Tiffany asked.

“I think there is probably a good chance that you are? Why?”

“Well, I think, I mean, I have three more days before I have to give you up, and well, I was thinking, maybe everyone would be nicer to Anabell if you, well, you know, put a baby in her belly too. She would be like my preggie sister then!”

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Of course. I don’t see why you couldn’t fill her up this morning and see if she gets pregnant, too.”

“You know Shannon is going to be angry at you for not letting her...”

“What? Fuck her, she stole a chance when the storm came and that wasn’t fair to anyone, now was it?”

“No, I suppose it wasn’t.”

“So, I want to watch you having sex with Anabell.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, well, you know, besides well, my limited experience is with a few guys who were less than nice about my tits. And well, I’ve always liked to watch whenever I could get a chance.”

“Let me check on the other girls first. Odds are they are worried about the weather.”

“Okay,” Tiffany smiled.

Jeremy stepped out into the rain. He breathed in the moist, warm air. How the hell did he get himself into this situation? His father had always told him that there would come a time when he could get all the tail he wanted. But he didn’t really want all this tail and all these girls, for one reason or another, wanted him.

One was fine, but ten? Ten were just too many women to try to keep happy. The stress of trying to keep them all from killing each other was almost too much to handle. Well, eleven, if he counted his affair with Sara’s mother. He was going to be the father to at least eleven babies? He wasn’t even sure he wanted to be a father at all, and suddenly he had no choice, or, did he?

No, he decided in the final analysis he didn’t really have a choice. They all wanted a taste and they were, for the most part, devoted to him.

He wished he could hurry up getting the hell out of there. But Naomi and Nicole, especially Nicole, was going to force him to keep his promise that they all get pregnant by him.

At least he didn’t have to worry about Joe or Gary anymore. Granted, they were bad, evil people, but they were still people, and he couldn’t make himself be happy about their demise.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

It was Rachel, and he almost jumped out of his skin.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Jeremy smiled. “It’s okay. I’m supposed to be checking on you all and I just got lost in thought, I guess.”

“I came out to see if anyone is out here. The weather is miserable.”