Chapter 509

The Retreat

Diana was the first to awaken, but her husband was not beside her. That, in itself wasn’t unusual, but Arlene was just waking up, and she almost always went with her dad for his early-morning run. Kayla, who also accompanied him, was gone, though, so Diana knew he would still be well taken care of. Grinning, she could certainly imagine just how Kayla would be taking care of him.

Shortly after Diana and her other sister-wives arrived in the kitchen, Kayla and Jeff came in, Kayla snuggled under his arm, face flushed with that just fucked look, and grinning from ear to ear. Having felt Kayla’s orgasms, Diana knew exactly what had happened, so just grinned back at her and winked.

“Has anyone seen Kei this morning?” Kayla asked as she tried, unsuccessfully, to act casually.

“No, not yet,” Caitlin began just as Kei walked in looking a lot more refreshed today.

“Did you sleep well?” Diana asked her, knowing the answer since Little One had put her to sleep.

“Oh, fabulously. I don’t remember dreaming at all, and better still, I didn’t wake up worrying about him.” Turning to the Prime, “Please tell Little One thank you for me.”

“She said you are welcome,” Jeff returned after a few seconds. “And as far as worrying about Edi goes, maybe he’ll rethink his position,” the Prime remarked. “You can never tell. We’ll hope for the best, anyway.”

Kayla and Arlene were making biscuits farther down the counter when Jeff made the remark about Edi rethinking his position. Kayla seemed to have a coughing fit and Arlene handed her the orange juice she had been sipping. The two had a whispered conversation for several minutes before Arlene seemed to catch the coughing/giggling fit, too.

“Do you girls want to share the fun?” Diana asked, somehow restarting the giggling.

“No, not just now,” Kayla gasped out after a desperate attempt to tamp down her giggling before it got entirely out of control.

Kei looked at the two wives strangely as she wondered what had gotten them started, not to mention trying to hide their giggling. She finally decided it must have been an inside joke between the two.

More wives came into the kitchen, and breakfast preparation kicked into high gear, the giggling of the two soon forgotten by everyone – until they were brought current with Edi’s problems, that is. Soon, all Jeff’s wives knew, but were careful to keep it from Kei.

The hospital called the authorities shortly after 7:00 A.M., and the same deputy that had arrested Edi was assigned the call. As he looked at the dispatch on his computer, he wondered about the name, but after a moment, remembered.

Oh, great. I wonder how he managed to get himself put in the hospital. Dispatch says that night shift responded to a routine call from the emergency room concerning a patient with multiple knife wounds, but when the deputy arrived, the injured person wouldn’t talk to the deputy at all. Now, the doctor in charge of the case insists that we come talk to the victim. Hmmm. Multiple knife wounds. Maybe the guy is a doper after all.

When Deputy Morgan stepped into the room, he froze at the sight of the patient. He lay almost nude with only his groin area covered. Morgan’s first thought was that the guy had been sent through some type of meat grinder in an industrial accident. The whole front of his body, including his eyelids, nose and lips had received many small cuts, but the cuts were not limited to those areas alone, indeed, the cuts were all down the front of his body, even under his fingernails and toenails, those nails that were left attached to his hands or toes, that is. When the victim tried to talk, it became evident that his tongue had not escaped, either.

When Morgan looked a question at the nurse, she just shrugged. “We would have to wrap his whole body to apply any type of bandaging, and besides, there is no reason that he should not heal properly. As you can see, all the cuts were cleaned, an antiseptic applied, and per protocol, he was given an injection to ward off infection. The doctor told me that he should heal adequately without further medical intervention. He’s in more pain than danger.”

The deputy stepped closer to ask, “Who did this to you, Partner?”

Edi glared at the deputy and immediately mumbled past his split tongue, split lips, well ... split everything, “Imm dimm thmmm fo myfellllff.”

“No way, my friend. Who did this to you?”

“Gommmm awmymm,” Edi mumbled while becoming excited and thrashing around, obviously trying to wave the deputy away.

The nurse moved closer. “I’m sorry, Deputy,” the pretty young redhead said. “I told the doctor that the patient did not want to talk to the police and had refused in the emergency room last night. It was signed off on by the emergency room doctor as well as the nurse, but Dr. Jefferson, who is the hospitalist now in charge of the case, insisted that you be called, anyway. I’m sorry, but my first responsibility is to my patient. I’m going to have to ask you to leave. If he should want to speak to you, I’ll give you a call.”

The deputy put his card on the bedside table and walked out with the nurse. “Did he say anything to the emergency room people about who did this to him?”

The nurse just shrugged. “I don’t know, but he maintains that he did it to himself. I suppose that’s possible, but...”

“Well, I’m as near as the phone, so give me a call if he decides to talk to us.”

The nurse assured him that would be in the patient notes so that the next shift would see it.

“How long do you expect he’ll be here?”

“Unless there are signs of infection, the doctor says he’ll be released in the morning.”

Morgan managed to make it back to the patrol car without laughing too loudly. When he closed the door, he sat there chuckling for a moment before making his electronic report and going back into service.

Deputy Morgan knew beyond a shadow of a doubt who Mr. Yoshida had met up with last night, but he would bet his paycheck that Mr. Matthews had an absolutely ironclad alibi. Grimacing, he remembered Yoshida kicking him (the deputy) in the chest. He had been sore as hell the next morning, and was a bit still, but the case was scheduled for more than a week away, yet. Hmmm, I’ll bet he decided to screw with that pretty little wife of his again. Well, Matthews warned him. Looks like he didn’t pay enough attention to the warning. Bet he will now. Hmmm, I wonder if he’ll show for court. I hope not, because it will be fun to serve a failure to appear warrant on his sorry ass. Maybe he’ll resist like he did last time and I’ll get to introduce him to a shocking experience again.

In a good mood, the deputy pulled out of the hospital lot just in time to receive another call – a domestic, of course. The dispatcher said that knives were involved and dispatched a backup.

Why don’t these people just get a divorce, he thought as he hit his lights and siren while wondering where he would go for lunch today.

Jeff waylaid Arlene as she walked by headed to the gym. “Hey, Baby. Kei called and wants to talk to me. How about coming along?”

“Daddy,” she said as she stopped and turned to stare at him with her hands on her hips, her sweat towel draped around her neck, “you don’t need an escort to talk to her. You’re both adults, you know,” she said with a hint of exasperation.

“Yeah, but she’s a married woman, and well, she seems to be attracted to me...”

“ ... And she’s a little fox and you’re worried that you might slip and risk getting a handful or two of those sexy titties of hers, huh?”

A flustered look passed over Jeff’s face. “It’s not as bad as that. I just don’t want ... Darnit, Arlene, she’s married and her husband has apparently told her father a bunch of bullshit about her. I don’t want there to be any possibility of anyone being able to accuse me or her of inappropriate behavior. She is married,” he reiterated.

“And your dick starts getting excited when she’s close. And ... I’d be amazed if she isn’t hot for you, too, and will drop her panties for you in a heartbeat,” Arlene returned with a giggle.

“Baby, you know that isn’t true.”

“Don’t bet on it,” she returned, seriously. “Okay, I’ll stay while you two chat, if ... you’ll come to the gym and work out with me when you’re done.”

“Deal,” he responded.

“Where are you two going to meet?”

“Living room.”

“Oh, wow. Can’t anyone say you were hiding in that wide-open space. Okay, come on,” she said grabbing his hand. “You’re way behind on your loving, anyway. We can use the time for you to catch up a bit.”

“Baby, we can’t be doing anything when she comes in.”

“Why not? She’s seen a titty before, has a couple of her own, and mine are full of milk. Your mouth feels a lot better than that pump. How long before you’re to meet her?”

“She said twenty minutes.”

“Good, we’ll have time if you hurry.”

In the living room, Arlene spun one of the comfortable chairs to face away from the door. “Sit,” she told her husband. As soon as he did, she straddled his legs, plopped down on his lap, raised her top and stuck a full breast against his mouth. “Suck, Husband,” she sighed out as his mouth locked around a nipple, and her milk began to drop.

Kei always tried to arrive early for any meeting she had scheduled. Worried about what her husband had done, she was early this time, too. Jeff was just starting on Arlene’s second breast when the young architect walked in. Due to the high back of the overstuff chair and Arlene leaning forward as she pushed her breast into her father’s mouth, Kei wasn’t able to tell what was happening until she was close. The Prime was concentrating on the breast in his mouth and was further distracted by Arlene’s hand down his pants. With her eyes closed as she enjoyed the sensation, neither Arlene nor Jeff knew that Kei was in the room until they heard her sharp intake of breath.

Arlene jerked upright after hearing Kei, her beautiful milk-filled breast spurting thin streams of milk onto her husband’s face.

“Oh, shit,” Jeff hissed out to the accompaniment of Arlene’s giggles. “Kei, I’m truly sorry. Please forgive us,” he pled while trying to pull Arlene’s top back over her breasts and wipe the milk off his face at the same time, but she didn’t want the sensation to be over, and wasn’t helping, to say the least.

“It isn’t his fault,” Arlene said, barely holding back a giggle. “I have milk that either has to be expressed or have my husband do it for me. And to tell the truth, those breast pumps are no fun. All three of us Queens lactate, and well, he has to nurse us a lot. We should have had time, but, uh, you were a few minutes early, I think.”

Arlene was still straddling her husband’s lap when the absurdity of the situation hit, and she giggled. By now, the breast that still had milk in it had stopped spurting, but there was milk on Jeff’s face that he had missed as well as on Arlene’s belly.