Chapter 152

Later, after all the women had tried a little belly dancing to the accompaniment of much laughter and cat calls, they put the leftover food away, and soon had the dishwashers doing their thing. "We'll leave the rest of the cleanup until tomorrow," Diana said, looking around to make sure they hadn't missed anything that needed doing now.

"You're going to stay the night like we talked about?" Diana questioned Sheriff Tate's wife, Virginia.

"Yes," Virginia replied with a smile, "we came prepared with overnight bags this time."

"Excellent. Arlene will show you to a big suite."

Virginia chuckled. "We don't need a big suite, just a big bed."

Diana winked at her. "We have plenty of those."

As Arlene went out with the Tates, "You did good, my Love," Jeff said as he came up behind Diana and tucked her into his arms. "Our three most recent wives were beside themselves with joy, and not only were they recipients of the pleasures of our party, they were able to contribute."

"Which was every bit as important," the Queen agreed, "maybe even more so. They've never had anything that they could give." Diana turned around in her mate's arms so that she could face him. Standing on tiptoe, she lightly touched her lips to his for a second. "When they decide on gifts for the orphanage in Denver, we need to make certain they do the buying. Oh, they'll know they're spending your money, but the actual buying will have an effect, I think. And ... we all know it's your money." As Jeff drew breath to argue about it being his money, she went quickly on, "I know. I know. We're all married and what belongs to you belongs to us, but without that brain of yours and all the hard work you put into that invention, we wouldn't have any of this. And it scares me to think that we wouldn't have met any of these people — none of this would have happened. Nat, Nicki and Whitney would be sex slaves somewhere in the world; Helen would have eventually died from a heart attack..."

"Di, stop now. Don't go down that road. We're all together, and we don't need to worry about bad things that might have been. But I certainly agree with you about making sure the three of them make the decisions and do the actual ordering. That might very well help with their problems."

"Time will also help them to feel more like they're part of us," the Queen said. After a moment, "I can't even imagine growing up and never having anything — anything — that I could call my own. They slept in a narrow bed, huddled together for safety. For years. Oh, Jeff, I want to cry every time I think about them in that awful place, and then that bastard, Ingles, had them kidnapped. He raped them after they had already gone through so much."

The Queen pushed back from her mate to better look up into his eyes. "I think you need to spend some special time with just you and them — just you and them. Go away somewhere together, maybe."

Jeff tilted her chin up with a finger, then kissed her for a second, reluctantly pulling back before he could become more involved. "Go somewhere? Just us? Us and ten security troopers, at least? How frigging romantic would that be? And assuming I could manage to sneak out of here without an escort, how long do you think it would be before General Whitworth swamped the place with personnel — all looking for my ass? That's what I hate about all this. We have no real privacy anymore. We have tons of money, but we can't even get in a vehicle and go for a drive like the three of us did when we first moved out here. I miss those times. Remember when we used to ride down to Winter Park just to get an ice cream cone?"

"Of course I do, but I also remember that during that same time period I worried that my husband was going to divorce me. Jeff, I should have killed Jack..."

"And you would be in jail now, and none of the great things that have happened in our life recently would have occurred. We're back to the fact that we can't change our past, good or bad. We have Nat, Nicki and Whitney now, and your party tonight was a tremendous success..."

" ... made much more so by two of the new additions to our extended family," Diana continued. "When they volunteered to dance, I never imagined they would be anywhere near as professional as they are. And their idea about teaching a little of the belly dancing to us was pure genius. If you remember, I tried belly dancing not too long after we got married. I've decided that I'm going to do it again, and I'm going to get good at it. Tomorrow morning, all of us are getting together to order costumes and the works. Wouldn't you like for me to be able to do my belly and hips like Sandra and Bobby can, hmmm? Then think about making love. Get the idea?" she finished.

Jeff let out a chuckle as Diana giggled. "Well, I definitely hadn't thought of that, but it does sound interesting," he said as he slipped a hand discreetly between them to gently squeeze a breast.

Diana pushed her breast against his hand. "You do know that both Sandra and Bobby are essentially virgins?"

"Well, I don't..."

"While they were in high school, they deliberately let a guy fuck them once to get rid of their hymens. From the way they described it, it was the 'two humps and a beardown' type of fuck that you tease about. Point being that with them having belly danced for so long, Art could well have his hands full Monday night." Then managing to get out past choked-off laughter, "He might need that sling of yours for his dick Tuesday morning. Oh, I would love to be a fly on the wall when he puts his cock into them and they all find out what enhancement does to a woman's libido. One of these days soon, you're going to have to teach him how to trip their switch or they will fuck him to death. They've already told me they had a lot of catching up to do after they have waited so long for their man."

"Damn, Di, women must talk more than guys do."

Diana pulled his head down to kiss him hard for a moment. When she moved back a little, "Did I ever claim differently?" she teased. Glancing at her watch, she looked over at a sleeping Selina curled up in one of the big, overstuffed seats, Billy snuggled tightly against her stomach. "Put your daughter to bed. It's time for the adult party..."

"Di, I think..."

" ... in our suite," the Queen finished with a grin.

"Oh..." Jeff said.

"Adult party time," Diana called out, raising her voice so everyone could hear. "Oh, yeah, one more thing. We won't start cooking breakfast until seven in the morning."

Steven and Marcie had already left, and Jesse had agreed to stay the night with Alesha in her suite.

Giggles and laughter filled the living room as the women began to herd their men out the door and toward their suites.

Jeff put Billy on his shoulder. As the Prime stood up with a sleeping Selina in his arms, Frank walked over. "Jeff, Bill and I need to talk to you. Could you come back after you put Selina to bed, please?"

"Sure," the Prime said, puzzled.

Frank walked out and Diana turned back to her husband. "I left your costume in Nat, Nicki and Whitney's old suite...

Jeff, beginning to be frustrated about costumes, replied, "Di, I'm not into costumes for me. I mean, I'm sure I'll enjoy my wives dressing up, but..."

"As soon as you're done with your talk with Frank, you should change into your costume. If you come in without wearing the costume I put on the bed in there, you'll miss out on a very good time. And ... I am not threatening to cut off your pussy. I've always detested women who do that, but you'll have more fun if you wear the costume."

"All right," he sighed. "I'll wear it, whatever it is. At least no one will see it except my wives, Di, but I'm really not into this."

"Go," she said with a titter of laughter. "You might be surprised. We'll be waiting."

Jeff was glad Diana had insisted that Selina put on her pajamas when she had started yawning. Now, all he had to do was tuck her in. In the suite, Jeff leaned over to let Billy jump onto the bed, then put the child down on the foot, pulled the sheet and spread down, moved Selina to the proper place and covered her. Billy burrowed under the sheet to snuggle against his mistress.

He stood back to look at Selina's face as she lay in repose, the sheet tucked to her chin. She's a doll, he thought. And looking at her now, it's hard to believe that she really is a genius. Asleep, she's just a cute little girl, but when she opens her eyes that intelligence virtually jumps out at you. I suspect her parents were intimidated by that intelligence, even though Selina tried to hide it from them. We made certain they knew about it before they left here, though. I can see how she could have been a handful if she had wanted to be. I wonder just how much her parents realized about her intelligence before we told them. Then again, who knows? Who cares? he laughed to himself. She's here with us now, and she feels like my daughter. I know she almost called me Daddy in the hallway. She insists on calling me Prime, and Diana, Queen. When I tried to discourage it, she clouded up. I can't stand to see her cry. She's got you wrapped around her little finger, Boy. But then again, who cares.

Quietly chuckling, he left Selina's suite to go talk to Frank and Bill.

In the living room a couple of minutes later, Frank Wainwright and Bill Madison were sitting near the fireplace as Jeff walked in. Because of the hay, no fire was lit.

"You guys look serious. Anything wrong?"

"Oh, heck no," Frank hurriedly said as Bill shook his head in agreement. "We just wanted to tell you we would be gone until, probably, Monday afternoon."

Bill sat up straight. "Remember the preacher and his wife who gave Jill money, fixed her car and let her stay with them for the night?"

"Sure."

"Well, Jill called a day or so after she got here and told them she had arrived safely, and that her health was much better. Since then, she's kept in touch with them, and I've been part of the conversation twice when Jill put them on speaker as we all talked."

"Yeah, you've mentioned them, and I've overheard Jill talking to my wives about them."

Bill leaned back in his seat, apparently restless for some reason. "Linda, Kathy and I have tried to come up with some way to reward those people. Just as Alesha and Jesse saved Joyce's life, there's no doubt that the preacher and his wife saved Jill's. In addition to the money, they saw that her car was repaired, fed her and gave her a safe place to recuperate a bit before she continued her trip."

"Yeah. They sound like nice people."

Bill stretched his legs out and crossed his ankles. Sighing, he sat silent for a moment before continuing, "I want to give them money, but Jill doubts they will take it. When they gave her that five hundred dollars, she told them she would repay them, or try to, but they refused, telling her instead to just pass it on to someone else who was in need. That doesn't sound like they'll take my money. And I want to give them a hell of a lot more than that five hundred dollars."

"Sounds like you might have a plan," Jeff said with a smile.

"My plan is half-assed at best, but Frank has a plan that is well underway compared to mine."

Jeff glanced over at Frank, who just grinned back at him, saying nothing.

Bill went on. "Jill heard part of a conversation when the preacher and his wife thought she was asleep. Anyway, Jill thinks these two have been trying to save for a vacation to Hawaii most of their married lives. But ... he's a preacher, and apparently a devout one who seems to put others before himself. Jill thinks they gave her a good portion of their remaining vacation savings. Apparently their savings have suffered hits when they used it to help people in need. Jeff, I can't tell you how much this bothers me. And to reiterate, Jill thinks there's no way they'll accept money from us."

The three sat quiet for a couple of minutes, finally, Bill looked back at Jeff. "This guy sitting next to you," he said, motioning to Frank, "has overpaid me for years."

"Bullshit," Wainwright said.

"Plus, he's paid bonuses that he's helped me invest. I'm certainly not rich, but I'm doing pretty damn good for an old Tomcat jockey."

"Who no longer looks his age, thanks to Little One," Wainwright injected.

"Absolutely," Bill agreed. "Anyway, I'm thinking about bribing this preacher and his wife."

Jeff, knowing there was more to it, grinned at his buddy.

"Unless I can come up with something else, I'm going to offer a sizeable donation to his church, on the condition that he and his wife will accept an all-expenses paid vacation to Hawaii, and that will include a nice chunk of spending money to go with it."

"Or," Frank broke in, "they can spend a couple of weeks on our island with us, instead."