Chapter 24

I didn't sleep that night but I did rest peacefully ensconced in the center of a meadow of delicious females. I spent the time thinking and planning. When The ladies finally stirred and we showered together before emerging from the bedroom to discover we had company. Gail and Angie had breakfast ready for us. We were greeted with a hug and a kiss before we thanked them and sat down to eat. After the assurances that I was fine, I got around to asking about any homework I had missed.

I was stunned to discover that after the announcement that Teri and I had been shot academic activity had virtually ceased at school and Tuesday had been much the same. The news spread quickly that we were being released from the hospital and that caused even more talk.

It looked like not much would be accomplished today either. I could barely make it to classes on time. People I didn't even know were stopping me to talk in the hall and ask how I was doing.

More talk started when Teri glued herself to me as I emerged from 1st period and gave me a kiss that caused an obvious and uncomfortable bulge in my jeans while my friends (and wife)looked on with a smile.

It didn't get any better when my teammates discovered that I intended to play on Friday. At practice after school the coach tried to insist that I sit out but he couldn't ignore the medical release I gave him.

He could ignore even less the fact that I was better than ever. In order to convince him that I was capable I went all out. I usually held back most of the time, even in games.

The only concession I made during practice was to take it easy when I hit somebody. I didn't want to hurt one of my team mates. I might have overdone it a bit. The coach asked to see me in his office and asked me what got into me all of the sudden. I stretched the truth a bit when I said getting shot had made me angry. It had, but I wasn't about to tell him I had been holding anything back.

Jackie, Rhonda, and Connie were waiting for me afterwards and I greeted them all with a long hug and kiss. It wasn't something I usually did in public, especially since the marriage.

It surprised them and they asked what was up. I explained "I love you all and I'm not going to hide it anymore. I don't care if anybody else doesn't like it as long as it doesn't bother you."

From the smiles and hugs I got in return I don't think they minded at all. Getting shot was a turning point for me. I resolved that from now on I would not hold anything back physically or emotionally as long as it wouldn't hurt anyone, if people resented it that was their problem.

We walked home with our arms around each other occasionally switching positions and grabbing a kiss. None of us cared about the stares or comments. Strangely enough, the comments were mostly positive even when Beth and Faith joined us.

When we got home I discovered that Adam, Tina, and Nina had begun work on my EMP idea. With their combined knowledge it had actually been quite simple for them to design it.

I hadn't known it when the idea came to me but it turns out that the technology was almost ready to deploy when the terrorists had struck, though it wasn't quite as advanced as what they had come up with. They showed me what they had and suggested companies to farm the parts fabrication out to. I thought using several different vendors was a great idea. The individual parts would never be connected to the final device.

After we finalized our plans Tina and Adam walked me to the barn and showed me the progress on my surprise. Dad had managed to find enough '65 Mustangs and had them all painted, upholstered, and detailed as I had asked.

Each one had been freshly painted black with white trim and also had new black interior. They weren't exactly original though. They all had air conditioning and hood locks. The ac unit would be in the engine compartment with the new power plant. Over half of them were complete and the rest would be done within a month.

I had thought they were identical until Adam pulled the cover off one of the only two hidden ones. It almost took my breath away when he unveiled a beautiful 1965 GT-350 convertible. This one had the original white paint with the blue LeMans racing stripe.

Tina laughed at my expression and hugged me "I remember you drooling over a car just like this one a long time ago. Happy birthday babe, I hope you like it."

I still couldn't speak but I think my kiss got the message across. I had taken Tina to a car show when I was seventeen and she was correct in her assumption that I had lusted after a car just like this one.

She wasn't done yet though and explained "the only difference is the engine. The original only had a little over 300 horses. I figure this one is over 550 so be careful, ok?"

I told her I would and Adam handed me the keys. I about shit when she told me that it was one of only 516 produced. I got behind the wheel and started it. I was amazed at the sound and complimented them on the throaty rumble it made. I couldn't wait until I got my license! Only three more months and I could drive it!

Curiosity got the best of me and I asked about the other tarp. They laughed as they unveiled the masterpiece concealed beneath it. When I saw the AC Shelby Cobra SC, I flipped completely. They assured me that it was not a replica. It had been in pretty sad shape (totalled, actually) when dad found it but had been restored to showroom condition. This one was also powered by hydrogen and had the original 427 engine (completely rebuilt and modified) and instead of the original 500HP it would be faster than the GT-350.

They weren't done yet. They escorted me to the driveway, where dad was waiting to take us to the small local airport. He unlocked the door to a hangar I hadn't even known we had rented and flipped on the overhead lights.

Inside was what probably used to be a small commuter jet. There were subtle differences in appearance to the original. The engines appeared small for the size of the plane, and were close to the body. It looked large enough to seat over a dozen (18 and luggage, I found out later) and they explained that with Angie's help what I was looking at was more like a Harrier prototype than a conventional jet.

He laughed when he told me Angie had said it was "partial payment" for her new boobs.

It was slick looking and now we wouldn't need to worry about the length of our landing strip on the island. We could land anywhere a helicopter could. I got angry when dad told me he had tested it a few times. I didn't want him to risk himself as a test pilot.

He was quick to remind me who the parent was and suitably chastised, I thanked him. He informed me that I had a lot of people to thank. It seems I had too many people to keep track of. Everyone had been sneaking out to help on both the cars and the plane. Rhonda and Jackie had both proven themselves to be excellent mechanics and had done most of the work on the Cobra themselves.

Everyone was at the house when we returned to rub in the fact that the tables had been turned on me. I had intended the cars to be a surprise gift for everyone and instead they had done all the work behind my back.

Tina suggested that I should thank them privately for their work on the Cobra. When we made it back to our place I found out they had saved the best surprise for last.

Connie had achieved her goal on the honeymoon and was definitely pregnant. Our child would be born in February. She asked if I minded if we named him Wes, after her father. She had told me the story of his death when we had been together the previous time.

He worked as a security guard and had the misfortune to be in a bank when it was robbed. The robbers mistakenly thought he was a cop and had shot him when he turned toward them. He wasn't even armed.

I knew how much her family missed him and immediately agreed. It took several hours of celebration in our special way before we finally fell asleep. That only lasted an hour or so before they were ready again. I was walking a bit funny as I staggered my way to school the next day.

As another uneventful day of classes was ending I began to morph into my football mode. I told only Tina how serious I was taking this game and only then because she noticed a difference.

I didn't make a big production about it. I'm not one of those people who need to get visibly psyched up to perform. On the outside I was calm. I joked around as much as I usually did and even made it a point to kiss all of my main girls on the sidelines before heading out to play.

The only obvious difference was the look in my eyes. I think the coach was shocked when I asked to play on the return teams along with my usual positions but after one look at my face he just nodded and made the change. The team we were playing was one of our rivals. They were pretty good but we had handled them easily last year.

Our entire team huddled up before the game started and I did something I hardly ever do. I talked. I'm not a cheerleader normally. I just do my best and hope others follow my example.

This time I asked the guys to listen and said "I just wanted you to know that I'm pretty fired up today. I'm kind of pissed about the whole getting shot thing and need to take it out on somebody. Since the little fucker who pulled the trigger is a maggot happy meal now, I guess I have to use these poor suckers. I just don't want you guys to think I'm doing some kind of Prima Donna shit out there. I'll try to leave some for you." I don't know why but this seemed to psych them up as well.

We kicked off to start the game and I targeted the guy with the ball. He didn't even see me coming as I nailed him full speed and sent the ball flying. It was scooped up immediately by one of my teammates and carried in for our first score.

We kicked off again and I was triple-teamed from the start. I sent one guy flying out of bounds and pushed the other two off easily. I had barely been slowed but it had been enough to let several others tackle the ball carrier on the 12 yard line.

They tried two running plays and lost eight yards. Third down was an attempted pass that I batted down. I barely missed blocking the punt but I bothered the kicker enough to make it a weak attempt and we started on their 30 yard line.

Jeff didn't waste any time and on the first play hit me over the middle. I ran over two guys and carried another one with me ten more yards for a score. The coach wouldn't let me stay out anymore on special teams and pulled me for the kickoff.

I picked their first down pass off and ran until I had too many people hanging on to stay vertical before tossing a lateral to Nick, who carried it the last 20 yards to the end zone.

I only got to play one half. I didn't want to come out but I could see the coach's point. We were up 56-0 by then. In one half I had 5 sacks, 2 interceptions, 3 forced fumbles, and had caught 12 passes (4 for touchdowns). The team wasn't mad at all. They gathered at the end of the game and asked me to get pissed every week. I felt better but of course that wouldn't last.

Being the defending state champion meant more media attention, and there had been a crew at the game. The story was blown up even larger because of the shooting. I was forced to watch the news with everybody in the house present and was almost amazed myself.

The spot amounted to a one man highlight reel but at least there was no interview, just some talk about us being favored to repeat. The story on the shooting pissed me off. Somebody at the hospital had a big mouth and the extent of my (and Terri's) initial injuries was mentioned. Oddly enough this time the notoriety on the game part of it didn't bother me. I figured if I could perform like that when being double and triple-teamed like I was sure would happen starting next week I might even deserve some of the attention.

If I couldn't I figured the more people paying attention to me on the field the better. Every man on me was one less on my teammates. Maybe I should suggest some plays with me as a decoy. It might be useful.

I was more sore than usual and at least I got to rest at a reasonable hour. As my wives and I were taking a playful shower, Tina suggested something that had been on my mind. She thought it might be a great idea to play both pro football and baseball "you know, like Deion Sanders or Bo Jackson, only better. If you could make the hall of fame in both sports, imagine the name recognition you'd have then!" she said.

I told her I'd think about it but only if I had company on the road. After the toe curling kisses I got for not wanting to be without them I added "and only if it's not as a pitcher. I want to play every day, not twice a week. It would be nice if both teams were in the same city, too. It would be too big a hassle to move all the time. That could be a problem if somebody tries to draft me in baseball out of high school. Maybe if coach puts the word out what my conditions are on the baseball side it will work itself out. Nobody wants to waste a draft pick."

Tina displayed her creative thinking again by reminding me of my goals. "Maybe it would be a pain to move, but if you have two houses it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I think two cities is a great idea. If we could arrange it so you played them both in states that were close in the 2000 election you might win both of them. Spread out a little and get as many followers in as many states as you can. You're running as a third party candidate and if people don't think you can win, they won't vote for you. Even people who would love to have you as President won't want to risk wasting their vote."

I was awake all night again for some reason and couldn't figure out why for a while. Finally, the thought surfaced. I had been very impressed with what the group had accomplished in restoring and converting the cars. What if we were to make our own from scratch?

It had possibilities that grew the more I thought about it. If they were hydrogen and people purchased Tina's fusion unit for their house they could produce their own fuel. Then again, if they were fusion powered there would be no need to find a refueling station away from home. Definite possibilities there all right.

I hadn't liked the designs on many of the vehicles produced before either. They had started to get a serious case of the uglies. In my opinion this had been a major factor in the American car makers loss of market share to foreign competition. With better designs and unheard of fuel economy we'd be unbeatable. Not only that, but the global warming and environmentalist nuts would go ape shit over the product. Finally, after that I slept for an hour.

Saturday was the day. I was going to get my learner's permit, and woke up early and eager. The girls woke up when I did and were eager too, especially when they saw that it was 5:30 and we had plenty of time to play. I figured a better way had never been invented to pass the time and was more than happy to participate.

We made love for an hour before jumping in the shower and starting over again. I hoped my legs would work the pedals on the way home.

Mom drove us over to the driver testing office and I finished the test in 10 minutes, acing it. I drove home and was pleased that after almost five years I didn't have any problems. If anything, I think I drove better.

I had always been a lead foot but resolved to watch it this time, especially with what I'd be driving. It would be ridiculously easy to get carried away.

We talked to Angie when we got back and she agreed to ride with us to and from school in the GT so I could drive. There were too many people to fit though and some were going to ride with Gail in her Camaro. They had a little lottery to decide the ones that rode with me first.

As soon as I got my license the Cobra was going to be my choice of vehicles. By then, Kathy and Faith would both have their permits and ride with Gail or Angie as the required adult. That presented a problem though. The Cobra was a two seater and I had five wives and a fiance who would want a ride. At this rate I'd need a bus before we graduated.

Dad asked for a spin in the Cobra and I was happy to oblige. It handled like a dream and had more power than any machine that size would ever possibly need.

After we got back (dad drove, he couldn't wait) he suggested we try the GT. I mentioned my problem of car space with him and made the comment about the bus. He seemed to get a kick out of my dilemma.

Tina and Faith came along and we had a blast. We ended up stopping for lunch since we were so far away from home. The car got looks and comments wherever we were. Two people asked if it was for sale when we pulled in the restaurant.

We even called home and got the grocery list before we headed back. Dad had decided to have another barbeque (big surprise) and delegated the inviting to the three of us.

We managed to get hold of quite a few people, to his delight. I even had the word passed out at the precinct that we'd fill orders to go for officers on patrol. Jack and Judy were on the day shift and would be over at 5:00. Most of the football team, cheerleaders, soccer team, and coaches would be there as well as Sensei Timmons and his family.

I helped direct traffic and got waylaid in the garage by Mrs. O'Shea. She pulled me out of sight and laid a kiss on me that had me hard as stone. She made sure to check by molding her fabulous body to mine before purring "that was even better than the first time. I think you like me!"

I noticed then that my hands had automatically dropped to cup her ass as we kissed. I left them there and squeezed her tight buns, pulling her closer for another round. I could tell she hadn't bothered with a bra because her nipples were practically drilling holes in my chest as our tongues dueled.

I finally managed to get a word in. "Frieda, if we don't stop now I'm going to have to bend you over a hood and ravish you. I'm not sure how Paula would deal with that."

She panted "I do, I asked her and she said it turned her on. It's been a long time, Matt. I haven't had sex in two years and I can't stand it any more. Please don't stop!" I was so horny it was either finish or look for one of the girls. I didn't want anyone to walk in on us so I led her to a storage room and closed the door.

I turned the light on and she grinned "ooh, kinky are you?" It took me a moment to realize what she was talking about before I replied "I like to see what I'm getting into."

She kissed me and moaned again while we undressed each other. Frieda was only 35 and still had a great body. She shaved too, which made my mouth water. I lifted her onto the work bench and after nibbling on her still firm 34c's I worked my way down for a taste. All it took was one lick up her channel and a light suck on her protruding clit to send her over the edge.

I kept up my attack as she thrashed and moaned before pulling me up by the ears for a kiss. As luck would have it my dick was in perfect alignment and when Frieda felt it bump her pussy she grabbed it and guided me in. She came again before I was half way home. As her orgasm took her I slid the rest of the way in and started to fuck her. This wasn't making love. I reserved that for my girls. This was pure unadulterated lust. I drilled her hard and she begged for me to go faster still.