Chapter 5

Two months went by. Normal lives being lived by normal people. As the wedding came upon us, our guests started to arrive. Elma and Willow came in on official business. It was not supposed to be. The ladies mentioned, cautiously, there is a possibility that the fire thing didn’t convince everyone as well as it might have and that someone might confront them about Malena. Marlene needed to be used at all times. Without fail. They also stressed making sure to use the cheek shadow makeup in the up angle, on both sides. It made the illusion that the facial structure was a bit different, and the only way to ID her would be if someone was using Facial Recognition Technology, close up. The bangs and flipping the front up along the jaws would help. Wearing sunglasses anytime it wasn’t actually raining was also recommended, and darkened reading glasses, anytime when inside out in public. Not failsafe, but better than no attempt to camouflage her facial structure at all.

Elma took a brush, a little compact, and a little brown pencil from her case and with all of us watching, four sweeps of the brush, up and back, two on each cheek, then a dot with the pencil an inch down under the corner of the left eye, and she looked like a completely different woman. It was that easy. Elma grinned at us and said, “In sunglasses, even an advanced FR reader wouldn’t pick her up.”

That’s what she looked like in her beautiful electric blue maid of honor’s dress, standing next to her sister who was in an ecru off the shoulder beaded, silk and lace work of art. They both said I do at the same time, and I placed their engagement rings and wedding bands on both of their hands, much to the dismay of most in the audience. We didn’t give a damn.

The preacher knew. When we told him what we had planned, he laughed and told me I was “going to hell in a hand basket”, then hugged the girls, and shook my hand.

“Robert Danner,” he said, “go with my blessing. I’ll talk to Him for you and see what I can do, but no promises.” He laughed. “See you all next week. Good luck with him, ladies.” He was a friend of my mother’s and had known me since I was just a bump in her expandable maternity pants.

Ralph spoke to Maria and Malena about something suspicious one day down at the paddock. There had been a sedan, an old full-size Ford Crown Victoria, driving by the front gate of the property every week or so. He wasn’t concerned about it too terribly but had just remembered that it had started just after the wedding.

They thanked him, asked him to let the other hands know and to keep an eye out, then brought the information to me and I ran with it. It went on for months. The girls both witnessed it, more so Malena, since she was home more, and wrote down the times. We brought it up on the cameras, did a bit of analysis, and Malena found a pattern. The car drove by once every week and four hours. They were looking for something that would not expect a schedule like that or something they would see, by chance. Elma and Willow took the information to their superiors, along with the vehicle, the license number, and a couple of pretty good shots of the driver and passenger.

After about four months of the drivebys, Maria and Marlene were confronted in front of Macy’s in the city. It frightened both of them tremendously. A man with a New York accent, and another fellow, stopped them while shopping downtown and was able to identify Maria and ask her about her sister. She got a nasty look on her face and told them, “My sister is dead, thank you very much. Who are you and why are you asking me about my sister?”

He didn’t answer her, but instead asked who Maria was with and was introduced to Marlene Danner, Robert Danner’s niece from Seattle. Marlene greeted them with a chipper “Hiyee”, and a grin, just alike an American girl would have done. The man with the accent’s partner took Marlene’s picture, more than once, makeup, sunglasses, and all. Maria told him they had to leave and get home, to please leave them alone, then headed to our car. They watched as the two men got into an old Ford sedan that looked like a repurposed police car and drive away. It was the same car. Same license plate, same dull paint job, same spotlight on the windshield frame and all.

Ralph, a couple of the hands that were usually armed, and myself, all kept our eyes open, hoping to confront the guys in the car, but it never happened again. The drivebys ceased to occur. The makeup and the sunglasses worked.

We were not surprised, so much as enlightened, when Willow called. “Elma has asked that I pass on the OD’s regrets that your wives were subjected to that ordeal at the mall, Rob, but there has been no sign of them anywhere near your place or the three of you since that experience outside Macy’s.”

“You mean...”

“Yes, Rob, you’ve been under surveillance, twenty-four seven since that happened. Our leadership said that was beyond the pale and that Malena was to be protected at just about any cost. Short of war, you folks would have been protected. The three of you. Anyway, they went back to New Jersey and you probably will never see them again. If you’re wondering, they are now the watched instead of the watchers. You are free to act up and not get caught.” Willow laughed, and I could hear Elma in the background. (“Hi, Rob. Tell the girls Elma says ‘hey’.”)

“I got that, and I will. Thank you, ladies. Come visit soon, please. As soon as winter breaks, or before, if you don’t mind some crappy winter weather.” They signed off and we got back to our lives.

It was spring, early spring, a beautiful day coaxing the irises and daffodil bulbs to come to life in the front yard when our friends from back east showed up.

Willow went straight to Malena, putting one of her hands on either side of Malena’s distended belly. In an act of friendship I’d never before personally witnessed, Willow dropped to her knees right there on the front porch and started talking to my daughter. They hadn’t been informed as of yet, and after all the screeching and noisemaking was over, we all went inside and talked about the last six months. A lot had happened since we’d last discussed the watchers becoming the watched, including Malena being six months pregnant at this point.

“I’m next, but we’re waiting until after Marie Lynn is born. Rob doesn’t need two cranky women on his case at all times. Malena has been wonderful, though, and I am hoping, like her, that I do not have the sickness in the morning we hear so much of.”

“We’re happy for all of you. Really, really happy. We hope to have one of our own soon. We’ll see. So much to think about, but we want that. We’ve been talking about it for months now, but don’t know when we want to or how to go about doing it. Oh, well, fodder for later discussions,” Elma said. “We are not here on assignment. We’re pretty sure the fat girl, sorry, probably not funny, the pregnant girl doesn’t have much more information for us. We just wanted to visit and be with you all. Could we ride out to the glade this week?”

Their week-long vacation included two rides to the glade, the second winding up being a make out session. My wives pushed me back on the blanket and started kissing me, then Willow did the same to Elma.

Maria whispered in my ear. “What would you do, Rob, if Willow and Elma wanted you to be the father of their baby?” I gasped. “Shhhhh. I just wondered how you would answer them. Malena and I talked last night after you slept. We would say yes. We love them. Not like we love you, but we love them and would think that to be an honor. That way they would know their child’s father.”

“Jesus, girls, are you kidding me? Teasing me?” Complete silence. Completely somber faces, both of them slowly shook their heads.

Malena spoke for both. “Not kidding at all and would be proud if you were asked. Very proud.” They both nodded.

“Oh, God. When is Princess Anastasia supposed to arrive?”

“In two weeks. She will be here for two weeks.”

“Oh, God.” I had to laugh. What a life.

Elma and Willow left without a request to father their child, and I was told my wives wouldn’t approach them, but it really had to come from Willow or Elma, or both, for it to happen. Any other way of it being approached would be wrong to the Nth degree, mathematically, and just wrong, socially.

Anastasia’s visit, however, was not uneventful. We were watching a movie in the family room when Anastasia yawned.

“Maria, Malena, Rob, can we finish this movie in bed? My body aches from travelling and I don’t want to sit here to finish it. I’m sorry for being a pain, but ... Please?”

“Our bed?” I asked.

“Of course. I thought you all had ‘The Talk’,” she said.

Malena laughed and said, “He was told, but I don’t think he believed us. Come sweetie, you can sleep on my side of the bed and we’ll finish the movie in there. Let’s go get you ready.” They took off for the big guest room.

Maria laughed. I shook my head. My Maria paused the movie, shut down Netflix and the TV, pulled me up, and took me to our bathroom for our preparations. She told me to just be myself. She told me I was loved, and just to deal with that information as best I could. Then she pulled me to bed, got the movie up to resume where we stopped it in the other room and waited for the others.

Anastasia helped Malena up into bed, then laid next to her, her head on Malena’s shoulder and started rubbing some kind of oil or cream into Malena’s tummy. All over her tummy. All the way down below the waistband of her panties. It was arousing to watch. No, I’m not a good boy. Maria grinned at me as I watched them then started the movie. When the credits started rolling, I looked over at the two of them, Malena holding Anna’s head to her neck, and Anna’s hand in Malena’s panties, fingers between Malena’s legs, but not moving. They were both asleep. Maria leaned over, kissed them both, and pulled the covers up over them.

“That looks like fun. Rob, put your hand on my pussy and put me to sleep, please. If you need, I will finish you, but I want to sleep with your hand loving my sex.” I assumed the position the two princesses next to us had, and as she reached a quiet orgasm, I came in my shorts and we both fell quickly asleep. It was wonderful.

I woke looking at a gorgeous blonde woman smiling at me. Upon opening my eyes, she touched my cheeks.

“You are a really good person, Rob. Thank you for your love for those girls. They do love you, too. They adore you.” She went to the door and yelled, “IS IT TIME YET?”

“YES,” I heard from the kitchen. “GO AHEAD, BUT DON’T SCARE HIM, ANNA.”

She pulled the covers down off me, pushed me on my back, pulled my boxers down and stuck my soft member in her mouth. It didn’t stay that way.

“They told you not to scare me, Anna. What, may I ask, young lady, are you doing?”

She sucked all of my firming dick into the back of her mouth, then, letting me slip out slowly and noisily, she rose upright sitting on her heels and looked at me intently. “I have been hearing of the wonderful Rob for so long. I told Malena that I have had fantasies about you since I kissed you on my doorstep and asked you to take care of my kotik. They have told me you know of their relationship and that their love was shared with me. Rob, I would like you to think of me as your girlfriend. I am done with all that in Moscow. I have tried and tried to meet a man, a real man, who is not an ass, but a good man. I have come up empty. I have a girlfriend and her gay manfriend that lives with her. They are my friends, and we share kisses, but not the sex. I cannot have the sex with anyone but the man I want to be my all-time man. I want that to be you. Your wives know I am asking for this, and I promise you, you will be it, and only it, if you will want me in your life as well.”