Chapter 87

When Margaret got back to her bachelorette party, Jeff's wives, and Dave's wives were regaling each other with trivial and amusing instances that had happened in past months; their intent to bolster Tina's spirit, obvious.

Tina looked up as Margaret entered. "Did you..."

Margaret held the disk out to Tina. "This was the only one in his case, and the DVD has your name on it. James called someone at home and instructed him to destroy everything in Gregg's suite that could possibly contain a video file, and I do mean everything. I talked James and Amanda out of coming down to apologize tonight, but they are profusely sorry about what their son has done. They will see you first thing tomorrow to apologize and do what they can to make it up to you."

"They don't have to apologize," Tina said as she took the DVD from Margaret's hand and held the disk against her stomach almost protectively. "They didn't do anything wrong. Actually, they treated me very nice. Gregg wanted me to move in with him, but I wouldn't. I'm more than glad that I didn't, but I'm so embarrassed. Now everyone will know what I ... did with him. Then when we got here, Gregg made a scene about us having only one room. I certainly didn't intend staying in the suite with him, but after he showed out, I didn't want to call even more attention to us, so I just didn't say anything. But I was so embarrassed in front of his parents. I..."

Jennie, who was sitting beside Tina on the couch, quickly moved over so Margaret could sit by the young woman. "What you did," Margaret spoke as she sat close and took Tina's hand, "was to be drugged and raped. Do you want to try and prosecute him for it?"

Tina, a shocked look on her face, whispered, "Nooo. I don't want anyone to know what I ... what I let him do to me, drugged or not. I look like a wanton slut on that video. I just want this to be over."

Margaret took Tina's hand and squeezed it. "All right. It's over. James has instructed his people to destroy any recording devices, cameras, laptop and desktop computers, and to search the room in detail. They're to beat everything to pieces with a sledgehammer, then incinerate the remains. They're going to load Gregg's clothes in his car and park it down by the gate. He won't even be allowed back on his parents' property. James is pissed about this, and both he and Amanda are extremely embarrassed about what their son did. They're good people, Tina. They'll..."

"Incinerator?" Tina brought the disk away from her body, looking down at it, "Could we..."

Margaret came to her feet. "You bet we can. There's one out back that will reduce that disk to ash. You want to do it now? It's getting late and it's snowing; we can wait and do it in the morning if you want."

Tina looked up at Margaret. "Could we really do it now?"

"You bet we can."

"We'll all go," Arlene said, jumping to her feet.

All the women, clothed in heavy coats, stood in front of the incinerator. Margaret clanged the door locked. "There," she said, pointing to the large red button.

Tina pressed it without hesitation. There was a roar from inside the incinerator and the reading on the thermometer rose like a rocket. There was a whine as the air compressors kicked in, and the temperature leapt upward yet again. After about three minutes, the compressors cut off and the noise subsided.

"Are you sure that did it?" Tina asked.

"Honey," Margaret laughed, "that DVD ceased to exist about two seconds after you hit that red button. The rest was just 'make sure' about a hundred times over."

"Can we look inside?" Tina said, reaching for the lock, but the door wouldn't open.

"It won't open until it cools. We can look in the morning if you wish."

Tina turned back toward the retreat, then held her gloved hand out to the snowflakes floating down in the floodlights. She caught one — well several, since it had started snowing hard. "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?" she said, looking into the gloom as the snow came down harder.

Margaret chuckled. "Yes it is." Then louder, "It is, indeed, a beautiful night."

Helen hit Arlene with a snowball, then took off toward the retreat with Arlene, handful of snow in hand, in hot pursuit. Shortly there was a major snowball fight among all the women. They didn't cut Tina one bit of slack.

Jeff, Dave and Frank sat in the small sitting room they had been using for their bachelor "party," watching their women on the television. "I can't believe all of them went out in a snowstorm to burn one DVD," Frank said as he sipped his coffee.

"Yeah, or to have a snowball fight at midnight," Dave laughed, then motioning with the pot, "Jeff?"

"Yeah, might as well have one last cup before bed." Then turning back to Frank, "I would never in my wildest dreams claim to understand women, but that said, I suppose what we just witnessed was a little like a rite of passing. Tina has rid herself of that asshole, and our women were there with her to show their support, or something." Jeff chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Dave asked.

"Well, you know that security has put up several cameras around the retreat. I just wondered what those guys and gals thought about all our women going out to the incinerator in the middle of the night to burn a DVD. I can just see the night shift putting that in their report for Lieutenant Mayfield to read in the morning. Bet they keep the recording for him to watch. Be interesting to see if he gets balls enough to ask me what they were burning," Jeff chuckled. "And ... speaking of Tina, when are you going to marry her, Frank?"

"Jeff, I don't care what Margaret says, I just met the girl today..."

Dave grinned at Frank, "Ah, but Tina's a pretty little thing. And just what does Margaret have to say?"

Frank sighed. "She says that Tina is the one. She had me kiss her while standing just outside the door."

"And ... did your pheromones get into the act?" Dave asked.

"Well, I don't know. I didn't intentionally do anything like that."

"Frank, cut the bullshit, and tell us what happened," Jeff said, a smirk on his face.

"It felt almost like a shock when I kissed her. It ... the kiss lasted for quite a while."

"What are you going to do with her while you and Margaret are on your honeymoon?" Jeff asked with a slight frown. "She can stay here, of course, if that's what you decide."

"Shit, Jeff. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I can't even believe this is happening. Women aren't supposed to..."

"Margaret will be your Queen soon. For all practical purposes, she already is. She's told you she was looking for another mate for you. You're an Alpha. Get used to it. And before you say anything, I'm well aware of just how much use it is to try and explain to my Queen that I don't need another wife, and I'm just about certain that you won't have any better luck with Margaret. So, as I said, get used to it."

Frank just turned to stare at the TV, but his mind was far away from the porn movies.

FRIDAY MORNING, OCTOBER 18

Breakfast for the Matthews clan was early, even for them. Supper last night, or dinner as most of the guests called it, had gone off without a hitch. But today would bring in many more guests. The chef was impressed with the efficiency of the women — well astounded would probably be a better description. He had prepared several of his specialty dishes, and of course, cooked steaks and other foods to order, but basically the guests served themselves from the bar — food cooked by the women.

The cooking done and on the food bar, the new girls and Dave's younger wives, Linda and Kim, had freshened soft drinks and bussed tables after the guests, acting as if they had done it all their lives. Jennie and Melissa rinsed dishes and fed the dishwasher. Arlene and Ann washed pots and pans. When the older wives and Evie tried to help, Arlene ran them out of the kitchen, telling them to go supervise. One guest dropped a plate of food, but it was cleaned up even as he tried to apologize. Laughing and joking with the guest, the twins escorted him to the food bar and helped him fill another plate.

Today would begin maid service to the rooms that were used last night. Snowmobile rides started at nine, as well as skiing. The game room had been active last night and would probably be more so today, at least with the younger people.

Now at 5:00 A.M., Friday morning, Jeff sat at the head of the kitchen table. Each of his women filed by to give him a kiss, even though they had done the same thing before leaving their suite. Susan was last, her face flushed as she walked up to him.

"Missed you last night," Jeff said into her ear as he pulled her onto his lap.

"I'll ... be there after all this is over," she whispered, blushing more. "Besides, I was too sore for anything to happen, and it was absurdly late to have to get up so early."

Jeff chuckled and touched his lips to hers for an instant. "My women and I just cuddled last night, but we need you with us. I don't have to put my cock in you to make love."

"I know, but I want to wait a couple of days. This is all new to me, and I've always been a modest person, no matter that I was a bitch to you," she finished, burying her face in his neck. "I'm sorry Jeff."

Jeff chuckled and took her beautiful face in his hands. "You weren't as much a bitch as you probably think. Your plans for your daughter were wrecked when Diana and I got in that back seat. Oh, I was pissed at you many times, but deep down, I knew where you were coming from. Besides, that's all behind us. With Little One, you now have your youth back, and you're my woman now. I'm your man. I'll protect you and love you forever. I just want you in our bed with us."

"After the guests have gone, I'll be there," she quietly said into his ear. "I dreamed of that big cock last night. I woke up wet this morning."

"All right you two, time to get breakfast behind us and get ready to cook for our guests," Diana laughed as she pulled her mother to her feet and swatted her butt. Soon the women were starting their cooking.

Dave, looking somewhat bedraggled, came in and sat down.

Arlene and Ann put cups and a pot of coffee on the table. "What's with you?" Jeff said as he poured Dave a cup.

Evie having heard, giggled and walked on by.

Dave looked after her as she added a little extra sway to her hips. "Evie woke me at three, horny. That set off the other two. I think I got about two hours sleep last night."

"No sympathy from me, My Friend. You have three wives; I have nine, not to mention Kayla."

When Frank came in and sat down. Jennie immediately poured him a cup of coffee, smiled and kissed him on the forehead, then pranced off.

"Hey, how come he gets service and we don't?" Jeff joked.

Jennie turned back for a moment and said, "'Cause he's getting married today." Laughing, she merged with breakfast preparations.

"I don't like sleeping by myself," Frank grumped.

Dave looked over the rim of his cup, and with what appeared to be perfect seriousness, "Pussy does tend to be habit-forming."

Wainwright tried to ignore him, but a smile twitched his lips, nevertheless. "I like having that woman in my arms at night. This is bullshit about not seeing my bride on the day of the wedding. We need to discuss several things."

"Where's Tina?" Jeff asked, trying to change the subject.

"I haven't the foggiest idea. I can't see or talk to Margaret, remember?"

Diana, apparently having heard, came over and motioned for Frank to slide his chair back a little. When he did, she sat in his lap. After having touched her lips briefly to Wainwright's, she smiled at him. "Tina will stay with Margaret all day. They have many things to talk about, and rest assured, you're the main topic, of course. We even have a bridesmaid dress for her, although we have to do some alterations right after breakfast."

"You had an extra bridesmaid dress?" Wainwright asked, amazed.