Chapter 14

Thanksgiving Day, 2020

“So, what in the blazes of Hell is going on here, anyway?” I asked aloud, especially when Sarah Suarez called shotgun on my lap on my favorite armchair in the living room.

Oh, yes, she brought something, too. Some highly illegal substance that could have landed her in some serious hot water if she had been caught traveling with it. Good, old-fashioned hashish. How the Hell did Sarah land some hash, anyway? She winked at me as she lit it up in a pipe, smoked a little, and then shared it with me.

“Oh, damn, girl, you are chock full of surprises, aren’t you, babe?” I teased Sarah as she planted a lip lock on me.

“Looks like you have a lot more girlfriends than you ever imagined, don’t you, honey?” Bella told me with a very sweet kiss to the lips straight after Sarah slipped me some tongue.

“Yep, tons of girlfriends. Look, it’s really quite simple. We recalled your stories and decided to dig a little, especially since so many of them friend requested you. That gave us a hunch, along with other clues that would tend to occur to women more than to men. Though we got the guys in on it, too. Sorry that you were the last to know, but trust me, dear ... this is for the best,” Mary assured me now.

“What she said, bro! It’s definitely for the best! Your balls will stay drained as they should be. We’ll have a lot of help in the kitchen, too, and with raising kids, though admittedly, you’ll have a lot more of those soon. It’s just gonna be a harem and you’re gonna have to accept it. It’s for the best. These ladies adore you every bit as much as we do! They just didn’t know how to express it at the time. Now we all do ... and the message is clear. We. Worship. You,” Megan declared as she prepared to go back to work in the kitchen.

With so many folks involved, it took a lot less time to prepare, even as Sarah opted to stick around the menfolk and get us all high as a kite. Apparently, she had another line of work. She moonlit as a drug dealer, and no, I didn’t mean a pharmacist. Well, you could take the girl out of Cali, but you couldn’t take the Cali out of the girl, could you? She just sat on my lap, wearing nothing more or less than a tank top and a microskirt ... with no panties, either.

The rest of the ladies, as well as Martin, focused on getting Thanksgiving dinner ready for all of us, and boy did they ever make it work out! Lyle and Mark passed out some beer from a special cooler that they must have purchased or cleaned out recently, and it was naturally Lowenbrau. Those motherfuckers knew me far too well, getting me some excellent German beer to drink. They chuckled as they watched my eyes go wide as saucers in surprise.

When the dinner was ready far ahead of schedule, roughly about one in the afternoon, I was a little more hammered than I expected to be, but, hey, that was okay. I wasn’t going anywhere, nor was anyone else. I could still manage the whole dinner, to the extent that it needed it, but I was in no condition to operate heavy machinery. Then again, why would I need to do so? I was certainly hungry enough to enjoy the delicious meal, to say the least. It was a real smorgasbord, too, of traditional holiday delights.

Yes, turkey, dressing (or stuffing, depending upon whom you asked, of course), mashed potatoes, gravy, corn-on-the-cob, half-runner green beans (if you’re not from West Virginia, that term might confuse you), green bean casserole, sweet potatoes/yams, ham, slices of cheese, dinner rolls, pistachio pudding, fruit salad (made with sour cream, of course), potato salad, macaroni salad, deviled eggs, banana bread, zucchini bread, lemon meringue pie, coconut cream pie, pumpkin pie, Dutch apple pie, and plenty of vanilla and French vanilla ice cream to go with it.

We gorged ourselves with a vengeance until we couldn’t stand to eat another bite, made worse by the beer and wine that we drank (well, the youngsters had some sparkling apple cider, but who’s counting?). We just about passed out by about three pm, some two hours later, leaving more time for idle chatter in front of the television. There was some holiday movie on there, something decent or family-oriented enough for Eric and Sansa in particular. We grown-ups talked around them, knowing that they were distracted and would grasp little of our meaning.