Chapter 9

As we landed in Bonaire, a sister island of Aruba and Curacao, I found I was to be escorted by none other than Consuela. She had already been placed in the copilot’s seat well before descent. We parked the plane in a huge hangar, got our luggage out of the hold, set it on the ground, and pulled up all the handles on the carry-on bags. I locked up the plane, checking to make sure the alarm system was working. It was when all that was done, that she took my hand and walked us toward the hotel’s transportation vehicle, a pickup truck, no less. Needless to say, I was surprised. Cindy and Alicia were walking with Elaine, talking softly, probably still a bit worried about all the problems that we’d been through.

“Consuela, to what do I owe the distinct privilege of having you escort me, hand in hand, to the shuttle?” I asked her, quite interested to hear a real answer.

“I volunteered to watch after you while Alicia and her mother spend some quality time together. Charlie, do you remember when Alicia asked you to keep an open mind?” I nodded. “She told me she made a point of getting you to agree to doing just that.” I nodded again. “Charlie, this trip may be different than some of the others you may have taken. There is a possibility that you will have more lovers than just your fiancée and her assistant in your bed.”

I must have looked at her like she was crazy.

“A very good possibility. You don’t need to say anything now, but just keep that in mind. And keep that mind open, kind of like you told Alicia you would. Do you have a problem with that, or just surprised at what may come to be?”

“No, and yes,” I said. “More accurately to both, no, I don’t have a problem with it, as long as I’m not being used as someone’s boytoy, and yes, I’m definitely surprised. If you are talking about you and Elaine,” she nodded and I continued, “I don’t know how to process it. Two more beautiful women, in love with each other, if I’m not mistaken, also want me?”

She nodded again and replied, “Yes, we are, and yes, we do. Very much so. We know that now, about ourselves, but we also know we have developed feelings for you as well. Neither of us wants another man in our lives. We do, however, agree that you should be, since you are there already, and have shown that you can love more than one.”

“Can we all talk first?”

“Definitely. We plan on doing just that while we are down at the pool sucking on our fruity adult beverages of choice. Just please remember, there is plenty of history to go around, and more than enough future for all of us to have what we need, and most, if not all, of what we want.”

“Do you have a man in your life, Consuela?”

“No, Charlie,” she said to me as we were approaching the truck. “Let’s sit in back. The rest can sit up front.” We climbed into the pickup truck’s bed and took the bags from the others. “Ladies, sit up front, please. We’re in the middle of something,” she told them.

Alicia nodded for all of them and shooed her mother and Cindy into the truck. She crooked her finger to Consuela, getting her down to whisper something into her ear, causing both to giggle. She then came around the back of the truck to get to the passenger side front door. She did the same to me, whispering, “Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do,” kissed me on the lips and took her seat. The truck took off, with me stunned and looking at Consuela. She giggled again.

We sat on a couple of the bags, facing each other as she went on to tell me that she was just a young lady, only just turning seventeen, when Billy Farquar cornered her in a church basement and tried to have his way with her. It was just weeks after she came to work for the Brodericks. Allan and Elaine were the ones that caught him and broke up the assault.

Farquar defended himself and said it was consensual, and that “the bitch was asking for it.”

Ding! Ding! Ding! Things were starting to line up.

“He was a pig, Charlie. I haven’t seen him since then. When people talk about the ‘man in white’, and the shooting in the alley downtown, they say some think he was involved. I don’t know, but I never saw him again. I do know that I was followed several times for a few months after that, but I was pretty careful. I lived at the ranch until I was eighteen and could get my own place.” She paused as we looked into each other’s eyes, understandings being reached. “No, to answer your question, the closest I ever got to a man was Farquar’s hand on my panties, grabbing at my pussy under my skirt in church that day. I haven’t wanted, and certainly not needed, a man in my life since then. I’ve had a couple of ranch hands that were friends, my neighbor at my apartment complex is, and of course there was Allan Broderick, but no, I’ve never wanted a man close to me.” She paused, then smiled at me. She tilted her head a bit, and softly said, “Until you.”

She spoke so softly I couldn’t make it out because of the wind noise and the traffic going by.

“What?” I asked her. “I couldn’t hear you.”

She reached for my ear, pulled me to her, kissed me soundly on the lips before I could react, and then putting her lips close to my ear said, “Until you.” She kissed me again, pulled away, and although smiling, turned three different shades of red.

All I could do was take her hand and nod. I did make a feeble attempt at saying ‘okay’. My lips moved, but no noise came out. Other than that, I didn’t know what to say, nor did I know how to say it. I really would need Alicia’s help on this.

We pulled up to the hotel about then, having our bags taken from us by a couple of girls that seemed to do this for a living. They had no problems at all handling six carry-on bags between them. My ladies evidently needed an extra one for something or another. It wasn’t mine, anyway. Cindy, Elaine, and Consuela, all followed the young girls into the lobby.

I pulled Alicia back from the others before we went in to register. “Baby, can we chat for a second before I sign us in?”

“It’s all right, Charlie, Cindy made the reservations and can check in for all of us. It’s a suite and our stay is one of those all-inclusive packages. She’s got instructions and everything. She’ll take care of us.”

“Good. You know, she’s quite a girl.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m lucky I have her. Well, we’re lucky WE have her. What’s up?” she asked.

“Consuela told me...” She interrupted me.

“Everything she said, she has probably talked to me and Mom about, beforehand. Everything is fine. I have no doubt you’re worried, but don’t be. You can’t tour with me all the time. I’ll have Cindy. You’ll have Consuela and Mom. If you want, that is. Just see what happens and we’ll figure everything out. Maybe there won’t be the attraction that...” I interrupted her.

“Too late for that. She told me about her past, and that I’m the only man she wants in her life. I think she’s a doll. That’s not going to be the problem.”

“What about Mom?”

“Jesus, honey. What do I say now? I love her cooking. She’s beautiful. She looks half her age. What do I say so that you don’t hate me afterwards?”

“You can say you’ll give the two of them the time of day and let them try to get close to you. Really close. Just give them a chance. That will make me happy as well.”