M.W.P
Copyright© 2025 by Flavorfulcorpse
Chapter 5
Sleeping with fifteen women isn’t that difficult, but detangling from the web of limbs is what’s difficult. It took me a while to create a path out from under the limbs that lay across me, like briars in a patch, but I did. Once I was free, I made my way to the bathroom for my morning dailies. In the shower, I was alone for the briefest of moments. Blair was the first to join me, then the rest followed shortly after. Today was to be a busy day for those who could stay home from school.
Nancy and Blair took personal days so they could help move and to be sure they got what they wanted from their houses. Mystic, Majesty, and Maude would help when they got back from picking up their things. Until then, they would work on completing the tattoo parlor. Jimmy had ridden the bus because I was late to pick him up, so I found him out front of the school and apologized to him. He didn’t seem upset, but he looked like he had something weighing on his mind as we separated and went our own ways.
Before I went to my first class, I made a call to a pool company and scheduled them to come and clean the pool, making sure it was ready to swim in, and ordered an item for the skating rink. School was school; the only thing different was that all the girls sat with me at lunch. Jas had been a little late getting to lunch, but when she sat down, she was all smiles. I found out women can whisper right next to you, and you can’t understand shit! They would look over at me and giggle, then go back to talking.
When we got home, the moving trucks were out front with the back doors open and the ramps down. The girls went to change into something more suited for unloading furniture, as I went to check on the progress that Maude and the other Ms. had made on Sue’s new tattoo parlor. The parlor was all dried in and waiting for the mud to dry, so sanding and painting could begin. When I stepped back outside, I could see the worker holding onto Bree’s arm, not letting her go.
Bree made eye contact with me, and I could see tears in her eyes. The fat, hairy bastard had wrapped one arm around her and had Bree’s hand in his other one, making her rub his crotch with it while he dry-humped it. He had his coveralls off his shoulders and tied around his waist, exposing his hairy back and the spiderweb tattoo on his left elbow. His long, greasy hair was in a braid that hung to his lower back.
My eyes never left Bree as I closed the distance to her. I kicked the side of the fucker’s knee and wrapped my hand up in his braid, pushing his face as hard as I could into the rounded corner of the box truck. He instantly fell limp and let go of Bree. I then started to drag his unconscious ass down the driveway and across the road by his hair, where I let go and watched him roll down the steep embankment of the ditch to the bottom. I had a smile on my face as he rolled through a thick patch of sticker burrs on his way to the bottom of the ditch.
My smile faded quickly, as thoughts were racing through my mind. I was no better than that asshole, because I had taken Amber, Rita, Nancy ... I was a rapist. I walked past Bree and into the house, where I found the others sitting at the island. Bree came running in, crying, and told the others what had happened to her and what I had done. I went to the bedroom and grabbed Don’s laptop and took it back to the kitchen, where I opened and turned it on. Once logged in, I opened the folder that Don had the pictures of my mother in.
Kneeling in front of Amber and the rest, I asked for their forgiveness. Amber took my face in her hands and kissed me and asked, “What’s all of this about?”
I broke down and told them, “I’m no better than the asshole that had grabbed Bree, and I’m okay with you turning me into the cops.” Then I showed them the pictures Don had of my mom and their husbands in the pictures with her. “This is why,” I said, pointing to the image on the laptop, “I did what I did. I know it doesn’t make it right, and I’m sorry to all of you,” I told them.
They gathered around the laptop and went through folder after folder and looked at pictures and videos until Amber closed the laptop. “So, you were after revenge?” Amber asked.
“I was, but...”
“But what, Reginold?”
“I don’t know, I feel like I ... I don’t know, love you, all of you. I only know love from my mom, and this is close to that, if that makes sense?”
“Now go help Maude and the others, because we ladies need to talk,” Amber said, as she shooed me away.
Agatha Primbrooke:
Fate placed things in motion a long time ago, when ordinary men attempted to do the extraordinary. My nephew was a pilot in the Air Force and had been shot down over a godforsaken place, a place we shouldn’t have been, but we were. Men of honor and bravery made the decision to recover my nephew, losing their lives in the process. They made the ultimate sacrifice to get Jason’s body for me, so I gave all the families what I thought would help. How do you place a monetary value on a life?
When Shangdu had a bid placed on it, I asked for a background to be run on who bought it. The bidder was clever, but not as clever as my people. MWP&ME was listed as the bidder, but we couldn’t find anything about the company. The one thing that they did was pay some fees with a company credit card, which had to have a bank, and that took a signature. Fate, it seemed, had a purpose for me.
As it turned out, the one who had bought Shangdu was the son of the man who had been lowered out of the helicopter to get my Jason’s body, so I knew what I had to do. I’m old and need to have someone in place when I die, and the answer had been placed in front of me, so I accepted the bid. After several years of being on the market, the price was set lower than I liked, but again, fate brought the right buyer for it.
Zara and I made the trip to meet this young man to see if he was anything like his father or not. I pulled into the driveway just in time to see one mover grab a quite attractive young lady and make her do some things to him with her hand. Zara was about to get out of the car, and that’s when I saw him. He looked so much like his father, and I watched as he walked over to the man with a look that would still an angry ocean.
He, in one motion, kicked the guy’s knee, slammed his face into the corner of the truck, and dragged his limp body away from the girl, across the hot asphalt driveway, and out across the road, dumping him in the ditch. When he got back from across the road, he stopped, and the look he had was gone, and one of sadness had taken its place. He disappeared inside, so Zara and I waited until he came out again.
Reggie:
When I got outside, the moving trucks were gone, and a limo was sitting in the driveway. A tall, dark-skinned woman got out of the driver’s side door and walked to the back of the car, opening the trunk. I couldn’t see what she got out, but she shut the trunk, walked over to the driver’s side passenger door, and opened it up. I curiously walked over to the car and saw a wheelchair sitting close to the door, with the tall woman leaning in, lifting an older, white woman out of the seat.
The tall woman was beautiful and almost as tall as I was. The older lady was seated in the wheelchair, and the door to the car shut. “Ah, hello, I’m Agatha Primbrooke, the previous owner of this place,” she said with a sweep of her left arm.
“Reginold Jackson, new owner, and people call me Reggie,” I told her.
‘Nice to meet you, Reggie,” Agatha said, sticking her hand out for me to shake. I took her hand and shook it. “This is Zara,” Agatha said, pointing to the tall woman.
I stuck my hand out for her to shake and said, “Hello, Zara, nice to meet you as well.”
Zara didn’t take my hand; instead, she looked at Agatha as if she had to get permission. Agatha gave Zara a nod, and Zara took my hand. Her handshake was firm, yet gentle. She was a few inches shorter than I was and smelled like honey blossoms. Zara’s eyes were a brownish-amber color, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and ran down her back, inside her suit jacket.
“Well, now that the introductions are out of the way, we can get to business,” Agatha said, making Zara and me let go of each other’s hands.
“Business?” I asked.
“Yes, business.”
Zara went to the back of the wheelchair and pulled a large manila envelope from a pouch on the back of it. “This is paperwork I need you to sign, and it will give you total access and control of the estate and its holdings,” Agatha said.
“I thought I already owned the property?”
“The buildings and land, but not all that is Shangdu.”
“Xanadu?” I asked.
“Yes, the very same,” Agatha said, smiling.
“Wow!”
“The song ‘Xanadu’ was written in part because of this place, and so was the movie. This was the first place the song was performed; Oliv sure could sing,” Agatha said, with her eyes closed.
Agatha turned her gaze back to me, and I could feel the pull her eyes had; her vibrant green eyes could collapse a black hole with their gravity. I was sure that in her day Agatha ruled supreme. She reached up and caressed my face with her right hand and kissed my lips. “You will do just fine with my soul, which is this place,” she said as she gently stroked my cheek with her thumb. I was still lost in Agatha’s eyes and didn’t hear the others coming out of the house.
Bree came over and wrapped her arms around my left arm and partially hid behind me. Amber wrapped her arms around my right arm and leaned against me. The others gathered around and introduced themselves one by one. Agatha looked appraisingly at each woman while sizing her up. She then looked back at me with a knowing in her eyes. I gave her a nod, and she returned a smile and a wink. “Yes, these are my girlfriends,” I told her.
“By the looks in their eyes, they are more than ‘girlfriends,’ Reggie, and you know that,” Agatha said, giving me a stern, but loving, look.
“We need to talk,” Amber said, looking up at me.
“Be a dear, Reggie, and let us girls have a moment?” Agatha asked.
“Sure thing, you’re missing three members of the household though,” I told her, leaving the group to get Maude, Majesty, and Mystic.
I sent the Ms to be one of the girls, and I sat and waited to be summoned, but it seemed like hours before Bree came to get me. She led me back to the kitchen, where Agatha was looking through files on Don’s laptop, and she didn’t look happy at all. My stomach sank, because I didn’t have any idea what my fate was going to be, and it scared the hell out of me. I would honor their wishes, though, because they deserved that much.
I pulled up a chair and sat down, where Bree quickly found my lap, and Amber stood behind me with her arms draped over my shoulders and her hands in my shirt. The Ms walked by and smiled as they went out the door; things were a little less tense, but there was still a chill in the air. I watched Agatha’s face as she continued to go through things on Don’s computer, with Zara by her side. Zara stood up, and Agatha closed the laptop. “Well, that man’s an absolute shithead,” she said, having Zara push her over to me.
Zara rolled Agatha over to the breakfast nook and parked her at the end of the table. I patted Bree on her ass, and she got up, while Amber took her hands out of my shirt, allowing me to stand. We all went over to the nook and sat down, with Bree and Amber on the inside and me on the outside. Agatha took the papers out of the manila envelope and put them on the table. Bree and Amber picked up several pages and began to read them as I read some of my own.
At the top of my page in bold lettering, ‘Primbrooke Holdings LLC.’ The papers were giving me, or rather, the person who bought the property, full control of the company. Amber and Bree were in an animated but whispered conversation. Amber spoke up, “If I may, why don’t we sell Timpton Engineering and then let Reggie have Primbrooke Holdings?” looking at me and then back over at Agatha.
Agatha got a big smile on her face and said, “I like the way you think.”
“That’s brilliant!” I told them, kissing Amber and then Bree. I pulled out my phone and called the attorney who was setting up my LLC. “Mickey, I need you to do me a favor and change the name of my LLC.”
“Okay, I still have time to do that. What am I changing it to?”
“Shangdu Holdings LLC,” I told him.
“I’ll get it done,” he told me. “Anything else?”
“Yes, I’m going to need you here with me for a few days.”
“I don’t know if I can, because I have my cat and dogs to take care of.”
“Bring them; I’m sure they will get plenty of love.”
“Are you sure? One’s a Dachshund, Daisy, who is only six months old; the other is a Peekapoo, Maisy, who is a year old; and the cat, Beatrice, is three and the ruler of the dogs.”
“Bring them,” I told him again.
“What’s the address?”
I sent him the address, and he said, “I’m only an hour away; I’ll be there in three.”
“Good, see you then,” I told him and hung the phone up.
Agatha got on her phone and called her legal team and had them come to the house. It would be around eight p.m. when everyone would get here, and we were already hungry. Agatha gave Zara a look, who then stood up and said, “I’ll make dinner, but I will need some help.” She had no shortage of volunteers, as Vi, Carol, Lil, Blair, and Lexi were picked to help with dinner, while the rest of us were given the task of making the big dining room ready.
It was going to be a working dinner, so we brought in a few small tables for printers and for whatever else they were going to be needed for. At a quarter to eight, two helicopters landed behind the house. One had all the people in it, and the other carried the equipment.
I counted sixteen people get off the one, ten of whom didn’t look like lawyers at all; instead, they looked like they were looking for trouble and moved with purpose. They grabbed the gear off the other helicopter and handed it to the next person in line. The large, dark-grey Pelican cases didn’t look light, but at least they had wheels.
The big guys broke up into two groups of five, moving in separate directions, and as soon as everyone was clear, the helicopters took off. The lawyers, all women, walked towards the house, pulling their own Pelican cases, so it was easy to pick out who they were. Introductions were made, and we went to the dining room. Zara’s stir-fry was better than anything I had ever eaten at any restaurant.