Chapter 6

The phone rang and I answered it. “Ken, this is Ryan. My contact in the Attorney General’s office gave me a heads-up. They found more than enough proof of corruption in the DA’s office to indict the DA. The judge was on the DA’s payroll and your friend Frank blackmailed his uncle — the DA — into getting him a reduced sentence.

“I was told that these three people will be arrested this week and charged with their crimes. Be careful until I let you know that Frank is in jail. He may find out that he is to be arrested and come after you and Bren.”

“I am already being careful, Ryan, but now I will be even more aware of what is happening around Bren and me on and off campus. I will live with my walking stick until I hear from you.”

“What do you mean by living with your walking stick?”

“Back when the restraining order was served on Frank, I thought he may come after us, anyway. He hasn’t so far, but I bought a walking stick and keep it with me when I’m on campus.”

“I’m missing something here, Ken. What do you mean?”

“Ryan, if you aren’t aware of it, a walking stick can be used like the batons that the police carry. If you know what you are doing, a walking stick can be a lethal weapon, and it is legal to carry it in public.”

“I have difficulty imagining a walking stick as a lethal weapon, Ken.”

“My walking stick has a heavy brass ball on one end and a rubber foot on the other. When I was a young man in the Army, I was trained to use a rifle with a bayonet affixed to kill my adversary. I practice using my walking stick as if it were a rifle with a bayonet. It is a bit different, but should be very effective for self-defense.”

“Now I can picture it, Ken. If you do have to use it that way, don’t talk about buying it to defend yourself or liken it to a weapon.”

“I know, Ryan. I’ve told everyone on campus that I carry it because I occasionally get twinges in my hip from Frank attacking me and need it on those occasions to relieve the pressure on my hip and to stabilize myself. Every so often, I play act in front of some friends as if I got a twinge and had to use it to stabilize myself.

“Sounds good, Ken. Call me if Frank attacks you again. Don’t talk with the police until I can get there. Just tell them that your lawyer is aware of the situation and he advised you to call him and have him present before you talk with the police.”

“Okay, Ryan, and thanks for the heads-up. Bye.”

Bren said, “I was on my cell talking with Sara and only heard the last part of that. What is going on?”

“Ryan told me that Frank will likely be arrested in the coming week and I need to be alert in case he hears about it before he is arrested.”

“What is he being arrested for?”

“Ryan didn’t say. But he did tell me that the DA is Frank’s uncle and Frank blackmailed him into getting him that one week sentence. I don’t know what they will charge him with, but blackmail is illegal and Frank will likely end up in prison if the charge can be proven.

“Can Sara take us on a tour of the three properties today?”

“She said she wanted to call the listing agents to let them know that we plan to tour the property today. She said it had to do with professional courtesy and it would give her a chance to pump the selling agent for some details about the property.

“She will call me back to let us know when we can tour the properties.”

Bren’s cell phone rang ten minutes later. Bren put the phone on speaker so we could all hear.

Sara said, “We can tour the two houses that are your first and second choices today, but not the third house. The seller is having his agent do some work, so it is not available for a tour today. I can pick you up in an hour if you still want to go.”

We all nodded yes, and Bren said, “We will be ready to go when you get here.”

Sara said, “If any of you plan to check out the attic, you may want to wear old clothes.”

Bren asked, “Do many of your clients do that?”

“Not really, but I had a client last month who was wearing a suit and wanted to ensure there was an adequate amount of insulation in the attic. The house had blown insulation and his suit was covered with bits of insulation when he came down.”

Sara arrived in the agency’s Ford van. She said it could hold up to fifteen people, so we should all be comfortable. That was something else we would need to consider as our family increased in size. We would need several cars for around town transport, but if we went on a trip we would need a van or bus.

Sara was a cautious driver. I’m not sure if cautious was her normal driving habit or if it was due to driving the agencies vehicle or because she was transporting clients. It was probably her normal habit for Sara seemed like a cautious, non-aggressive person at work.

Our tours went well, and we decided the second property we visited was the one for us. One of the things I liked was its large underground garage. I estimated that we could fit eight large luxury cars in the garage and it seemed like there would still be enough floor space for a touring bus. I don’t think my ladies appreciated the garage for they probably hadn’t thought about how many vehicles we would need.

When Bren told Sara that we wanted to buy this property, she also suggested that we return to our home to discuss and write up an offer. Sara agreed. I had been observing Bren’s body language. It seemed to me that she planned to set Sara up like a lamb to the slaughter. I had also been observing Sara’s body language and it seemed to me that Sara did not display a strong interest in becoming personally involved with us. If that were true, then maybe nothing would happen today. But I believed it wouldn’t be long before I would be in bed with Sara and she would become one of our sister-wives.

One of the things we talked about was selling our existing home. We gave Sara a tour of the house, and she suggested several things that would make the house more attractive to a buyer. When the tour arrived at the master bedroom, the oversized bed we had company build for us embarrassed Sara. I believe she imagined what took place in that bed. She may have also visualized herself in that bed with us.

When the tour ended, we returned to the dining room table to continue talking about the property we wanted to buy. Sara told us that it had been on the market for about six months. She said that when she talked to the listing agent, he had told her that a property inspection had been made and nothing significant had been found. Sara said she could get a copy of the property inspection report for us. Sara said that he also told her there had been two past offers. Those offers were close to ninety percent of the list price and the seller was willing to accept the offers. But the people weren’t able to qualify for a loan with a price of over ten million dollars. So that shouldn’t be a problem for us because we were making a cash offer of ninety five percent of the list price, and we already had the money. We weren’t being magnanimous for the square foot price of real estate had increased since the property had been listed.

Sara submitted our written offer, contingent on our review of the property inspection report. The seller accepted our offer. The seller’s agent sent the paperwork to his title company. In a month, possibly a bit later, we would own a new home.

Sara took us all out to an upscale restaurant, followed by a trip to a nightclub, to celebrate. An evening of good food and drink left us all relaxed and slightly inebriated. During my time on the dance floor, Sara and I held each other in an intimate manner. She was blushing by the time we left the dance floor and Bren saw it. None of us were in any condition to drive when we left the nightclub, so we took a couple of taxis home. Bren made sure that Sara and I were in the backseat of one of the taxis.

Sara shifted and leaned against me so she could speak in a quiet voice. She said she had enjoyed her time out with us, and I thanked her for taking us out. There was nothing intimate or suggestive in our conversation, but Sara did lean her head on my arm and seemed to brace herself by placing her hand on my thigh.

Sara agreed to come in for a final nightcap, instead of immediately taking the taxi home. My ladies sat down in the living room, which left the couch for Sara and me. Sara may not have realized it consciously, but by the time she had finished her drink she was leaning on me. Bren looked at me and nodded her head toward Sara to let me know that I should kiss her. I turned and kissed Sara on the lips. She turned to me, and returned my kiss while taking me in her arms. She blushed when she realized what she had done, but didn’t move away from me. We continued to kiss each other in an increasingly passionate manner.

I heard Bren say, “It’s time.”

I understood that to mean it was time for me to take Sara to bed. I stood, picked Sara up, and headed to the master bedroom. Sara didn’t object. In fact, she pulled herself closer to me and continued kissing me.

Ann had headed for the bedroom when she realized what was about to happen. She turned the lights on and pulled the covers down. She was turning the dimmer switch down as I entered the room carrying Sara. By the time I lowered Sara to the bed, Ann had left the room closing the door behind her.

I stretched out on the bed beside Sara and continued to kiss her. She started moaning when I caressed her. As her arousal increased, I started removing her clothing and caressing her bare skin. When I started to remove her slacks, she lifted her hips to assist me in removing the garment. A few moments later, her panties followed her slacks to the floor. I continued to caress Sara in an increasingly intimate manner. After she recovered from her first orgasm, she started removing my clothes.

Once I moved between Sara’s widely spread legs and entered her, I discovered that she was an extremely passionate woman. As we continued to make love to each other, I learned that Sara was also a very submissive person in bed. When we had exhausted each other, I pulled the covers over us. Sara snuggled up to me and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning was very interesting. Sara was embarrassed about us having sex last night and her spending the night in bed with me. My ladies just listened to her, until Bren said, “Sara, we expected that you would have sex with Ken and it doesn’t bother us.”

That surprised Sara. She had expected my ladies to treat her in a hostile manner.

Bren continued with, “My fellow sister-wives and I discussed your personality and attraction to Ken. We decided you should join our relationship, and become one of our sister-wives.”

Sara had been surprised by my women’s attitude toward her, but she was speechless after Bren’s remark.

Bren said, “You don’t have to join us, Sara, but we are hoping you will share Ken with us.”

Sara meekly said, “I think I would enjoy that. What’s involved?”

Bren and my ladies explained what Sara joining our relationship would mean to Sara and us. The main thing I noticed was, as they talked Sara was nodding her head in agreement. I wasn’t surprised when Sara said, “Yes, I want to join your family and be with Ken and the rest of you.”

We held another commitment ceremony and Sara was officially one of us.

I suspected that the addition of Sara to our relationship was just the start of Bren adding more women to our relationship. At the time, I wasn’t too worried about the number of women Bren could have join us because the larger our household became, the more difficult it would become to find women with personalities that would be compatible with all of us.

I overlooked one important fact, because it wasn’t evident at the time. That fact was my ladies work together to make our home a harmonious place to live. Working together to reach a goal affected their personalities. The long-term effect of working together was my ladies personalities gradually changed. What it actually meant was, my ladies’ personalities became similar, and that actually made it easier for Bren to find women whose personalities were compatible with my and my ladies’ personalities.

On Monday, we went to school and Sara went to work. I was exceptionally alert to a possible attack by Frank and his friends. My walking stick was always close to or in my hands. I escorted Bren everywhere she had to go, and my other ladies stayed with us until they had to branch off to get to their classes. I was almost always late for class and I had to leave class early to get to Bren’s classroom before the period ended. I did start to become concerned about the possibility that Frank might take revenge on Bren, or me, by attacking one of my other ladies when I wasn’t with them. I wanted to think that he wouldn’t be that stupid, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was.

On Thursday afternoon, I received a call from Ryan.

“Ken, you can relax. Frank has been arrested and he is now in the Sacramento jail. I confirmed that he was behind bars with the Sacramento Police Department. It will be a few days before I can get any accurate information from the Attorney General’s office regarding the charges and court dates. I assume his initial arraignment will be held tomorrow, and I have no idea when his trial will be held. It will depend on his lawyer and whether Frank is willing to waive his right to a speedy trial.”

I said, “Thanks for the call, Ryan. I think Frank believes that he can’t possibly be found guilty of whatever it is that he is charged with doing. I suspect that Frank will plead Not Guilty and that he is stupid enough and stubborn enough to ignore his lawyer and insist on a speedy trial.”

“You’re probably right about that, Ken. I’ll talk with you later about how all of this affects Bren and your paternity suit after the legal bedlam of the DA’s arrest settles down. The judge’s arrest will undoubtedly affect the court’s calendar due to the judge’s cases and staff having to be reassigned.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Ryan. Our case is a civil matter and the judge tried criminal cases. So it shouldn’t have any effect on our case.”

“I agree with you, Ken. It shouldn’t matter, but it will to a few trials. I think it has something to do with reassigning the judge’s staff to other judges and some of those judges may be handling civil cases. Having someone added to your staff may result in internal conflict and confusion among the staff and delay the civil trials. I will talk with you later when I have more information. Bye for now.”

When my four ladies were with me, I told them about what Ryan told me. They were all relieved, especially Bren.

That evening, I sat in my recliner thinking about the past and the future.

My first topic was, should I leave my walking stick at home from now on. I didn’t want people getting the idea that I had been carrying it to use as a weapon, so I decided to continue carrying it for several weeks. That way no one would associate Frank’s arrest with my no longer carrying the walking stick.

I then tried to recall all the tasks that I had planned to do since I won the lottery. With a few exceptions, I had completed everything I wanted to do. Those exceptions were due to the task being no longer necessary. So I turned my thoughts to the future.

I found it difficult to think of something that had to be done until I focused on what I would need to do for my current ladies and for my future ladies and children. When I focused on them, I realized that I really did not like calling them my ladies or my women. I had settled on those terms back when Ann first joined our relationship. I only did that because I believed her living with us would result in derogatory rumors about her and our relationship if I were to call Ann and Diane my wives.

The rumors didn’t appear and people were now familiar with our joint relationship. I decided to refer to all of the women in our relationship as my wives. Of course, I would have to check with them before I made that change. When I did check with them, they demonstrated their agreement by taking me to bed and turning me inside out.

Once I had dealt with that matter, I started making a mental list of what we would need in the near future and what we may want to do. Our new house was an adequate size and reasonably close to UMB. I recalled my thoughts about our garage and added ‘buy new cars’ to my mental list. We could wait to decide on transportation for our entire group for that was likely to change in the next year or two. Food, clothing, and entertainment didn’t prompt any specific tasks that needed to be done, although I realized I should start taking my wives out to eat and dance more often. It was when I thought of the babies that I identified one of the most important things we had overlooked and all needed. That was comprehensive medical insurance for all of us, and for our future wives and babies.

That was important enough that I started a written TO-DO list so I wouldn’t forget anything. So far, ‘buy cars’ and ‘get medical insurance’ were on my list. I thought about the other types of insurance we might need, but I couldn’t think of anything to add to the list. It began to seem that I and my wives had everything that we needed in life.

Bren and my wives joined me at about that time. I noticed that Bren seemed to be starting to show a baby bump. I decided that was not a topic I should mention. She might get the idea that I was saying she was fat. My observations indicated to me that her hormonal levels were changing and I should expect changes in her behaviors. I had forgotten what it had been like when Betty was pregnant, so I needed to do some research into what to expect. I didn’t want to overreact in an inappropriate manner.

Diane asked, “What have you been doing, Ken?”

“I have been making a list of the things we need to do in the near future. Why?”

“Just asking. What do you have on your list?”

“So far, the list has buy new cars for all of us and to get medical insurance that can be expanded to add additional people as necessary. Can anyone think of anything else that we need?”

My wives looked at each other, and Ann finally said, What about going to that facility where your sperm is kept and talk about a withdrawal?”

Yes, getting all my wives pregnant was a topic we needed to discuss. I didn’t have a problem with them getting pregnant, but I did not want all of them getting pregnant at the same time. I could just imagine my showing up in the delivery room three times with three different women within one month.

Actually, Doctor Wixx had mentioned me being in the delivery room when Bren’s baby was born. I sort of liked the idea of being present so I had agreed. We would start Lamaze classes around three months before the baby’s predicted birth date. Since I now had four wives, perhaps we should take the Lamaze classes as a group. That way any of us could be the coach in the delivery room.

I said, “I’ll add it to my list. We will need to discuss the timing of each of you getting pregnant. I don’t think it would be a good idea for all of you to get pregnant at the same time.”

Bren said, “That is a good idea, Ken. We women will prepare a schedule for future pregnancies for your approval.”

A schedule was a good idea, but I really did not want to be a part of that discussion. I also decided that I would be rubber stamping their schedule unless something was obviously wrong with it.

So I said, “That is a good idea, Bren. Is anyone maintaining a family calendar?”