Chapter 100

Time to gird my loins and get this over with, Jeff thought as he strode out of his office and turned toward their suite.

A moment later, he opened the outer door of the suite, then held the door for a troop of women to come out, even the new girls. Most of the women avoided his eyes, but Nicki grinned at him. He didn't know whether that was good or bad. This is the first time I've had any problems with my women at all — well, after we got the Jack problem solved. I guess I did fuck up by not waking Kayla. But I never even thought about her. Heck, if I had thought of her, I would still have let her sleep. It would have made me feel guilty waking her just so I could go run. My .45 goes with me when I'm outside the retreat. I can take care of myself. Crap, I can't get used to everyone trying to protect me. I feel like an invalid or something. Oh, shit, time to eat a little humble pie.

As he entered the bedroom, Diana and Kayla were seated near the big bed, with Arlene and Susan sitting on the bed itself. Each had a cup of coffee in her hand and was conversing quietly. Conversation stopped when they saw him. They didn't greet him, but continued to sip their coffee and sit in silence.

At some sort of silent communication between them, Diana, Arlene and Susan got up and quietly walked out of the room. They're making a mountain out of a molehill. I was protected by four fully-armed troopers, not to mention the electronics...

Kayla leaned over to put her coffee cup on a nearby table. "Am I a joke to you?" she said in a quiet voice as tears suddenly flowed from her eyes.

"Of course not," Jeff answered as he knelt in front of her, taking her hands in his. The tissue in her hand was wet with tears. "I had no intention of hurting you. I just went for a run..."

"You could have been killed and I was not there to protect you. Is that all the faith you have in me, to just get up and leave me here while you run down the road for ten miles, unprotected?"

"Kayla, Baby. I wasn't unprotected. I had an escort. Look, Baby. I had no intention of hurting you or disrespecting you (if that's even a word). It was early and my intent was to run a few miles on that damn treadmill. When Selina came in and caught me with Little One on my shoulders, I was concentrating on the situation. After I introduced her to Little One, I mentioned that I hated to run on the treadmill, and she figured out the reason I wasn't running outside. Anyway, she remarked about the screw thing she had read about on the Internet. We found some sheet metal screws and got the shoes set up. I changed into winter running gear, called security, then tried the shoes out in the parking lot. They seemed to work fine, so I headed out. So help me, I never even thought going back to wake you. I love you. I wanted you to have your rest just like I wanted it for the rest of my wives, too. I don't need much sleep. Kayla, I love you. Please forgive me. I didn't mean to belittle you or your job."

She looked at him for a moment, then, "Make love to me," she whispered.

Later, Jeff, with his arm around Kayla, walked into the kitchen. For some reason that Jeff couldn't quite fathom, Kayla blushed. Why is she blushing? All of us make love practically every night.

Nevertheless, Diana hugged Kayla as Helen turned to Jeff and said, "Our attorney just called and he and his assistant are on the way." As Jeff sat at the end of the table, Helen sat and continued. "He said he had talked with the Albrights' attorney and they had both agreed that the contract reflected what each of us wants. In other words, I will be responsible for Selina for two years, barring Selina deciding to leave the school, or her being removed for just cause. I will also have a medical power of attorney for Selina during that time. If I am not available or for some reason cannot respond, then the power of attorney falls to you."

Selina bounced into the kitchen, stopping to talk with Helen and Jeff. "I just finished conversing with my parents. They said they had talked with you, Doctor Boswell, and had accepted your invitation to come eat lunch with us and sign the school contract."

Selina climbed into Jeff's lap and snuggled in. "I told you they would," she laughed as she hugged him.

Jeff tickled her, suspecting that was the reason she had gotten on his lap. Selina shrieked and tried to tickle him back.

Shortly, Diana, smiling, stood partway down the kitchen watching her husband and Selina. The Queen wondered what Selina would look like as an adult. Her short, bright red hair with its myriad of tight curls set off a pretty face with its barely-visible row of freckles across her nose. The freckles scarcely showed unless she blushed or her face flushed from exertion as it was doing at the moment while she tussled with Jeff. She had the most intensely green eyes Diana had ever seen. Her arms were a little thin, but they fit her thin frame. Diana suspected she was always too busy to overeat.

Selina finally pulled away from Jeff and regained her feet. "I must stop now," she panted, her grin lighting up her face. "The women are preparing lunch and I need to learn how to assist them."

"Sweetie, you don't have to..."

"I must learn. I have acquired a small amount of cooking knowledge from having watched our cook at home, but now it is more than just a passing fancy. I will learn quickly."

With that, Selina turned and headed for the other end of the kitchen, but Diana had heard. She leaned over and whispered something in Whitney's ear, then went on about food preparation.

Whitney touched Selina's arm as she passed. "Want to help us with the salad?"

"Certainly. Please show me what you want me to do," Selina responded.

Lunch over, contract signed, and the check written, Diana, Helen, Jeff and Selina stood in the living room watching the TV as onscreen the Albrights' Escalade made its way down the drive. "Frank should take care of more of his business with a video conference like we just did with the Albrights' attorney," Diana said.

Jeff smiled, "I keep telling him to let Tingle take over more, but I think it's hard for Frank to give over the controls."

Selina suddenly turned and hugged Helen. "I'm officially your student, Doctor Boswell. I would like to express my sincere appreciation for accepting me into your school." Then turning to Jeff and Diana, "And I also wish to say how pleased I am that you allowed me to live in your home. I will endeavor to be a model student, and Mr. Matthews I..."

Jeff snatched her up and sat down with her in his lap. "Why so formal, my little friend? For all practical purposes, you're our daughter now. Although, I suspect your mom and dad will pay us a visit sooner than you expect."

"They will have to return your vehicle, of course, but I also think they will shortly be making travel arrangements for a visit to France. They have some friends they previously visited there and I have overheard my parents discussing them recently. I also suspect the couple is more than just friends, and this visit will be of a longer duration than the previous one."

"That isn't our business, Baby. We're just proud you're with us."

Diana grabbed one of Selina's hands, and Helen grabbed the other. "Come on," Diana said, "let's go weigh and measure you. We'll stop by the kitchen and get a rule, then we'll mark our closet door with your height, weight, and the date. It will be fun to see the marks go higher and higher as you grow."

A few minutes later as they walked into the bedroom, Selina stopped, her eyes growing bigger as she took in the giant bed. "I assume that all of you sleep in this bed?" she said.

"Yes, we do," Diana answered.

"That is a truly enormous bed," Selina said as she pushed her hand down on the mattress to test it.

"I bought it to be bigger than we needed at the time. It will be a while before we have to increase its size again," Diana replied, feeling odd to realize that the child understood far more than her small frame suggested. Jeff and Helen have both said we would not hide anything from her — other than our sex, of course. But she knows we do more than sleep in that bed. I'm uncomfortable with this, but Selina doesn't seem bothered, though.

"Come on. There's a nice facing on the closet door that should show your height and weight well without doing any damage to anything of importance."

Soon, they had Selina stand with her back to the door facing while Helen marked her height with a ruler. "Forty inches exactly," Helen said as she wrote the height in pencil next to the line she had drawn on the wood.

Diana grabbed Selina's hand and led her into the bathroom area. "Now let's get you weighed." Shortly, Helen added Selina's weight, forty-three point six pounds, to the information by the line and the date, October 20, and Selina's age.

"We'll check you now and then as you grow," Diana said.

"My parents never did this," Selina said as she stood looking at the writing on the door facing. "They would consider it defacing the woodwork. Besides, they left my height and weight records to the pediatrician."

"Well, we don't," Diana said.

Selina stood looking around. "I assume that your suite is off limits unless I am invited in?"

Diana aborted what she had started to say, and paused for a second as she remembered her discussion with Jeff. In many ways, Selina is an adult, but in others, she's still a little girl. We certainly don't want her walking in while we're having sex, but I need to be careful about rules and not insult the genius that is hiding in that small body.

"Perhaps it would be better if you called on the intercom first. We'll always say yes, but on occasion we might ask you to wait a few minutes. Would that be satisfactory?"

"I am familiar with the various sex acts, since I have watched a number of videos on the Internet, but I cannot see what all the fervor is about. I am also cognizant that my perspective on the matter will most probably change when I reach pubescence. Nevertheless, I will certainly respect your privacy and will ask for permission before entering."

Diana couldn't help herself. "Sweety, generally those so-called sex acts that you see on the Internet are staged. Most of the people are actors — poor ones — and the ones who aren't, constitute, at best, a poor representation of the act of making love. I don't feel comfortable in speaking about sex with you because of your age, but please, never think that what we are doing when we ask you to wait before entering is what you see on the net. We make love, not just sex. We love Jeff, and he loves us. But that sentence still does not convey the intensity of our love for each other. He is a Prime, and we are his mates. The love we share is so strong it is almost a tangible thing."

"I do not have the hormones that would allow my body to respond, but it is still readily evident that he is a superb specimen of ... manhood."

Diana, a helpless expression on her face, looked over at Helen for guidance, but Doctor Boswell seemed amused, barely able to keep from laughing as she remembered her own childhood and the frustrations her parents had undergone while raising a genius. Diana cleared her throat as Selina stood looking up at her. "I ... I'm ... uncomfortable with this topic of conversation," she said again.

"Why? We are having a very interesting conversation? I am aware that the videos I have watched do not accurately portray the act of love, and do little justice in representing the sex act, for that matter. I am aware that there is sex, and I'm also aware there is sex with the added attraction of love. I can feel love. I feel it for my parents and my brother. Also, I have a similar feeling of closeness for Mr. Matthews and the others of you. I am anxiously awaiting the arrival of my hormones so that I might engage in this act of love."