Chapter 302

Kathy and Jill, Bill Madison's wives, sat in their suite while Bill was talking with Frank Wainwright about a matter concerning the plane. A coffee service with a freshly baked cheese Danish was setting on the coffee table in front of them. As Kathy cut a piece of Danish for each of them, Jill poured their coffee. The breathtakingly beautiful Jill took a bite of the Danish, then turned to her sister-wife. "Okay, Love, I know there's something on your mind. Want to tell me about it?"

Even after sharing their husband for several months, Kathy was still occasionally astonished just how beautiful Jill truly was. Maybe glamorous would be a better term, Kathy thought. Both Jill and Kathy, one blond the other a dark brunette, would stop traffic, as would all the Alphas' wives, particularly after being enhanced, but Jill's beauty was approaching that of Diana or Arlene. After the kidnapping by Ingles, Jill had barely made it to the Retreat alive, only days, at most, from dying. But with the Healer's enhancement, Jill had recovered to her previous astonishingly beautiful self. The kidnapping, however, had left its mark on her. Even though she was Bill's original wife, and he had not blamed her in the least after learning what had actually happened with Ingles, she still shied a little from making major decisions that involved her husband ... or Kathy, Jill seeming to prefer a more supportive and submissive role, rather than that of first wife.

Kathy brought her mind back to current matters as she reached over to take her sister-wife's hand. "Jill, you know I love you, right?"

Jill put her cup back on the table, pulled a knee up and turned more fully toward Kathy. "A comment like that can sometimes be the prelude to something ominous."

A startled look passed across Kathy's continence. "Oh, no, no, no," she returned, shaking her head. "There is absolutely nothing wrong, especially between us. I'm sorry for starting the conversation that way." When Jill's troubled expression turned to a smile, Kathy went on, "It's just that our man only has two wives..."

"Uhmmm. There are other Alphas that only have two wives, and Eric..."

"Oh, I know, but Eric and Angie have just decided to marry, and besides, they've only been enhanced a few days." After a second's hesitation, she went on, "Okay, there are holes in my argument, so I'll just put it this way. I think our husband deserves another wife."

Kathy had expected that Jill, particularly after having been used by Ingles, would object, perhaps because of her persistant feelings of being tainted goods. Bill had treated her with all the respect due a loving and loyal wife, but sometimes both he and Kathy could still see the look in Jill's eyes. However, Kathy was pleased that she hadn't seen any signs of worry or jealousy when she (Kathy) had brought up the subject of another woman for their husband.

"Well, we might be able to walk a little better if we had another wife to help out," Jill responded with a giggle.

"You wouldn't mind?" Kathy asked, beginning to hope. "I mean, you wouldn't be jealous or anything?"

Jill reached to pick up her cup, but held it in both hands not far from her mouth as she quietly responded, "I'll never get over what I did to my – our – husband."

"Jill, you did none of that of your own free will. You went to your OB/GYN for a checkup and since he was no longer there, you were referred to Ingles. The bastard drugged and hypnotized you. Even then, you did everything you could to protect your daughter."

"Maybe so, but sometimes I still have nightmares about that... man, and when I wake up, I'm again horrified at the things I've done. No man, particularly the wonderful one we're married to, should have to be married to a woman that has been used as I've been. I'm spoiled goods. The things I did..."

"You are not spoiled goods, and besides, Little One replaced everything down there. No man has touched you there except our husband. Jill, you've got to forget about Ingles and all he did to you. He's dead, killed by Jeff and our husband. You're not responsible for the things that despicable piece of trash forced you to do," Kathy said with vehemence as she reached to grab Jill's hand, inadvertently sloshing her coffee and causing some to spill on Jill's pants.

"Oh, crap," Kathy exclaimed as she reached for a napkin and began wiping her sister-wife's pants near her groin.

Jill put her cup back on the table and grabbed Kathy's hand. "A little higher and to the left a bit," the blond teased.

Kathy laughed and released the napkin to Jill, picking up her own cup to take a sip as Jill finished wiping her jeans dry. Then, with a giggle as Jill's eyes sparkled with merriment, Kathy continued, "If we start that and Bill walks in – well, I'm already sore from last night. Besides, it won't be long until we need to be in the kitchen helping to get supper ready. And by the way, and yeah, I know we've talk about it before, but isn't it great that we can eat high calorie snacks any time we want without having to worry about gaining an ounce – even just before dinner, whoops supper? Jeff would frown at me if he heard me call it dinner."

"Yeah, it is," Jill responded with a grin, then sobering, "So, tell me about your idea – this time without the coffee in my crotch," Jill again teased.

"Well ... I don't know whether it will work out or not, but anyway, Bill and I were sitting in the pilots' waiting area while Mr. Wainwright went to a meeting. He wasn't going to be long, so we just hung out waiting for him. This really gorgeous redhead walked up. She was wearing a pilot's uniform, but I didn't notice anything that indicated who she worked for. At least, I don't remember it, if I did. Probably, I was focused too much on the woman herself.

"Looking back on it now, I suspect that not much time had passed since Bill's enhancement, and consequently, he may not have been in full control of his pheromones yet, or maybe it was just because he's an Alpha. Anyway, she sat across from us, and Bill took immediate notice of her, especially, I think, her boobs. Admittedly, she had a dynamic figure. Oh, she wasn't overly endowed, but they certainly filled her uniform adequately," she said with a slight blush, then stopped to consider.

"Well?" Jill prompted.

"Uh, I was madly in love with Bill, and I knew I could never compete with her, so..."

"Bullshit," Jill interrupted. "Your boobs are every bit as large as mine, and your face and figure can't be beat. So what's the real reason?"

"Uh..." Kathy delayed, then with her blush now obvious, sighed out, "I was jealous."

"Why? Just because Bill looked at another woman? Come on Kath, the world is full of women, and he's for darn sure a man."

"Oh, I know; I know. But, well, I'm a lot surer of myself now, and ... we've shared him for several months. Things just aren't the same."

Jill smiled back to acknowledge her comment. "So, what happened with the redhead?"

"Well, after she moved to sit by him and push out her tits, I got my ass on my shoulder, I guess. I grabbed her by the hand and walked her down the hall. When we were far enough away so that Bill couldn't hear, I told her in no uncertain terms that she was encroaching in an area where she wasn't wanted. She tried to deny it, but when I glared at her, she admitted that she had stepped across the line, but she also said that for some reason she couldn't help herself. There were tears in her eyes as she kept repeating that she had never acted like that before. She apologized and went on her way, but ... much later, when I knew a lot more about Alphas, I realized what had most likely happened. She had no more control over herself than you and I do when we talk Bill into using his pheromones. We're both instantly in heat, and when those pheromones hit, I would fuck him in downtown Winter Park at high noon on Thanksgiving Day if he told me to."

Jill grinned back at Kathy. "So now..."

"So now, I want to find her and have a talk. I know she wasn't wearing a wedding ring that day, and well, I'd like to see if she is still single, or otherwise doesn't have a significant other. I don't know very much about her personality, but she was certainly pretty enough."

"Do you remember her name?"

"That's the first problem we have to overcome. All I remember is her first name, and at the time, even that made me jealous because it's a name I've always liked. Eileen."

Jill took the last bite of her Danish and patted her mouth with her napkin. "So how are we going to go about this?"

"We? You agree? I mean ... I guess I expected..."

"Because I can't fully get over feeling like I'm spoiled goods?"

"Well, yeah. But don't..."

"Maybe this is something I need. Oh, a few months ago, I would have been terrified by the idea, but after the way you and our husband have treated me, not to even mention the Matthews and all the others, well, I guess I see things differently now. I know Bill isn't going to dump me..." When Kathy sputtered, Jill went on, "Oh, it's more than just logic. Now that I've had the enhancement for a time, I can feel that the two of you love me. And yeah, I know we've talked about that in detail, but still, it's different to know how someone – at least your sister-wife and husband – feels, versus them just telling you that they love you. How can I not be confident when I know how the two of you feel about me?"

"So, do we talk to our husband about Eileen, or wait until we find out something more about her – assuming we manage to do so?"

"Hmmm. Good question. From what you say, Bill definitely noticed her, so he might remember her last name, if ... she told him. You might well have interrupted before she had the opportunity."

"Shit, my jealousy really screwed our chances of finding her, didn't it?"

The two women leaned back a moment while they thought, then Kathy snapped her fingers. "Hope."

Jill looked at her like she had lost her mind. "Her last name can't be Hope," she said, uncertainly.

"No, no. I mean our Hope. She drew those pictures for Art. The General ran them through his database, or somebody's database. Maybe we could do the same thing. I have a vivid mental picture of her – I told you how pretty she was – so we can ask Hope if she'll work with me to draw a sketch of this woman. Then we can sweet talk the General into running the sketch through his facial recognition program."

"There's an alternative," Jill added, suddenly almost as enthused as her sister-wife. "Matt is an FBI SAC. He has access to facial recognition software and no telling how many different databases."

But Kathy was shaking her head. "I wouldn't want him to get in trouble..."

"Bull. He's the boss of the whole Denver office of the FBI. Who's going to scold him? I'll bet he would do it in a heartbeat."

"You think he would?"

Jill looked over at Kathy and winked. "We have two methods of approach. We can ask Courtney and Bridget to talk to him about it, or ... we can waylay him as he leaves the dining room tonight, and ask him ourselves."

"And piss off our sisters?" Kathy responded, shaking her head. "You're my sister-wife, but they're still our sisters. We all have Alpha husbands. I think we need to go through his wives."

"He isn't married to Bridget yet."

"But he's sleeping with her, and they'll be married right after Christmas. Doesn't matter, she's his and as good as married to him."

The two wives stood, high fived, and headed for the kitchen. On the way, they met Hope. Kathy grabbed the girl's arm. "Jill and I need to talk to you for a minute."

"Sure. Is over there okay?" Hope asked, pointing to a nearby window alcove.

"The alcove is fine. It will only take a minute – at least to ask you," Kathy mysteriously replied.