Chapter 33: Schoolhouses

The first structure we assembled, the Chevron, is normally vacant and seldom used now. All the ladies have TVs of their own in their quarters, so who needs a communal TV room? Or bunk rooms? We don’t. The TV room is the new designated romper-room. A doorway has been let into the bulkhead connecting the bunk-room adjacent to the Vee shaped play area. The bunk-room is getting new bunks, cribs, and will be used as a nap room for exhausted babies, whom eventually, we hope grow into toddlers.

Two upper tier containers have been removed, and set on the ground. One used by Lilli, has been relocated to the Chevron, tied in with the remaining bunk-room. One corner protrudes five feet outside the 90 degree angle.

Alexandra’s and Monica’s containers are freed, with no bridginging containers on top of them. Alexandra has her home moved to and tied into the Chevron’s other leg, where the nap room is. This also protrudes five feet past the corner. The arrangement of containers is an angular horseshoe or creates Ω, a sort of squared off pointy Omega symbol, except maybe more like an A with long feet. Anyway, it’s a new innovative arrangement and Lauren intends to live in one of the feet, and her eldest daughter Alexandra live with baby Lorissa and the newborn baby in the opposite foot. The Chevron rigidly connects them, but they’re already proximity. The mostly enclosed center area is for future swings and a sandbox.

I wasn’t asked to approve, but I do, and I will always rubber stamp approval of Lauren’s decisions. She does seem to be distancing herself from me geographically, a little further with each of these recent moves! Cause for concern? It’s for the babies. Lauren can do no wrong, not in my book. What she wants, she gets, if it’s possible.

The old romper-room is empty again, and Lilli needs replacement quarters. She suggests starting a Hula school, as a means of teaching grace and graceful movement to our ladies. For any lady interested in improving their graces. Hula isn’t restricted to Pacific Islanders, she explains. All are welcome to learn. Lilli will live in the school. She only needs space for a hammock she can remove during the day. I approve. I’m rewarded with a sunny smile and an erotic shimmy-sham-shimmy roll of her hips. She’s going to be living conveniently next door. I grin at that too.

Slick and Pixie have the two sides of the remaining grounded container. Lilli says she doesn’t need the entire forty feet for herself and the Hula classes. Most lessons will be conducted outdoors. In plain view from my office, she adds, with a smirk. She offers a corner to Slick and Pixie. Accepting, they arrange their container into an L shaped structure with Lilli’s container. Their apartment is also L shaped now. Fifty feet by twenty feet legs. Lilli has ten by thirty feet for herself. The Hula lessons have immediately started with Slick and Pixie swinging Hula hoops around their naked bodies. Naked Hula lessons? Okay, I’ll approve, I guess.

Monica’s container is left all alone, but not for long. She has it moved into a U shape connecting with Natasha’s and Daniella’s containers. Rapidly, partitions come down, and it’s all open form residence, except for two baths, and one separated nursery room, they can close the door on. All three of their double beds are side by side. Easier to chat from their beds where they rest most of each day.

Their bellies are huge, their time is near. Natural childbirth exercises require my assistance and attendance. They’re the rowers, I call cadence.

“Breath in, breathe out, breathe deep, and hold. Now pant!”

Wouldn’t miss my children being born for the world. Lauren coaches Alexandra. She’s two months behind her sisters.

Talk about instant success in a startup venture, the yard outside my Horse trailer is filled with a dozen naked women twirling Hula hoops. Lauren and pregnant Alexandra are now Hula students. So are the twins, Georgia and Virginia. Becky, Sarah, Elba, Cassie and my darling Gail. Everyone is laughing and having a riot. Look, more coming! Sharon, Tina, Elaine and Cassie! Here’s Dalisay, she’s naked and twirling a hoop too? Dakota drives up and passes out more hoops she must have been to town and just purchased, I imagine. Dakota is also stripping down and getting in the act now. Is there anyone NOT learning to Hula/ My, Gawd, here comes gingerly picking their way, waddling out. my blimp sized pregnant soon-moms to be, all three naked as jaybirds! Hoops would fit them like saddle girts, I’ll wager. Oh, mercy me, thank goodness they’re sitting down on a blanket Lilli produced and spread out for them. Lilli is teaching them lovely arm and hand movements. All three are soon gracefully swaying in unison. I was afraid they’d sling babies out, if they tried some of those violent hip rolls.

What? Me Hula? Nah, I consider it a fine spectator sport. Is that Karina? When did she arrive? Oh, look! Baby Lorissa is bouncing in her walker, getting with the groove. Isn’t she cute?

Lord, I hope this is everyone. Please let Emma be out of town on business? I couldn’t take seeing her saggy ass and dragging tits flopping about attempting the hootchy-cootchy bump and grind.