Chapter 275: Our Marriage and Honeymoon

Sunday, August 14 to Thursday, September 1, 2005

"Moving In Day" for the mansion - when all the renovations were scheduled to be completed - was promised to be August 23, the day after we'd fly out on our honeymoon. We weren't going to miss the work though. The Main House's renovations had very little effect on our moving in process, as they were restricted to one master bedroom and the basement wall, which were isolated jobs and quickly finished. [As it turned out, my wing's completion was a few days late. It hardly mattered though. It wasn't ready before we flew out, so we left it unfurnished, waiting for our return.]

Even though the two families wouldn't be relocating until August 23rd (including Patch, but excluding The Boys, so the number of legs remained constant), Mom kept me busy right up to the wedding.

Our old house needed a lot of work. We obviously weren't going to move any of our old, low-quality furniture into the mansion. Maybe one chair might make it into Dad's workshop, but that'd be all. Mom and Dad decided to rent our old house out fully furnished. Just for a while, to see how that worked out. I think they were reluctant to sell it until they'd accepted that the mansion was real, which would probably take a few months. The change in plan for the old house meant Dad and I could stop getting the house ready for sale, but had to start getting it ready for renting (the list of jobs didn't change much), so that kept us busy.

Because The Boys were staying at the Williams' existing home, and because if our two families had problems living under the same roof, it'd be Prof and Vanessa who moved out, nearly all the Williams' furniture also stayed in their existing home. So the mansion needed new EVERYTHING! I transferred a whole lot of money out of my account - half into Mom's, half into Vanessa's - and then I asked not to be told how much they were spending, "Because it's sure to hurt." Also because I suspected they'd overspend and end up using some of their own money. I was enough of a genius not to argue with moms about how they could furnish their own home, so I gave them the money and left them to it.

As busy as I felt I was, the women were far busier, especially the moms. I felt sorry for them, but we kept the wedding on schedule. We'd waited far too long for it to let mere sympathy get in the way.

Speaking of giving people money, Mom and Dad significantly increased Donna's allowance. All the rest of us had money to burn, and were burning through it, so the parents felt sorry for Donna. They told her that her increased allowance was coming out of the money I'd given them, so I got some of the kudos for it. Despite it being a very substantial increase in percentage terms and extremely welcome by Donna, it was small potatoes in comparison to the other spending that was going on at this time.

Julia had naturally made several changes to 'my' plan for the wedding (actually 3B-Julia's and -Vanessa's plan). Julia likes organizing things, so there was no way she could resist the fun of reorganizing something as important as our wedding. She had thought it meaningful and appropriate not to change any of the wifely vows I'd written, so they remained unaltered. My not having any vows was retained for the same reasons. The rings that I'd long since picked up from the jeweler's were also kept unchanged, but pretty much everything else was reorganized.

Changes included:

• The parents 'gave away' their daughters (Julia, Carol and I all wanted to make that point to Mom).

• The subservient nature of the ceremony was diluted by my requesting the removal of the uncertainty over whether I'd accept the vows or not, and by there being more love and friendship material added. By now the three of us were very good friends, so there was plenty to inspire Julia's creativity.

• Ava attended.

• The venue was not the Williams' living room, but our new mansion's living room, as the Main House's renovations were finished in time, and had been on a different level anyway.

There was one other major change, which is the only part I'll describe in detail: adding the light blob trick I'd thought of for Donna. As I'd expected, Donna's learning about some of the sex that was going on, her seeing Carol and me being very affectionate, and knowing that we exchanged considerably more than "affection" in private, made Donna think it was time she had sex with me too.

I'd not encouraged her, had not bought her a vibrator, and had not performed any "nubbin inspections" except when Donna had deliberately let me see them, her seduction strategy having her usual level of subtlety. Nor had I invited her along to anything like 3B's hot tub party with the two dozen girls. Despite all those omissions, Donna's hormones had convinced her that what Carol got, Donna should also get - Donna's hormones being as competitive as the rest of her. Donna had even busted her own cherry to make it easy for me to have sex with her. Donna didn't have a romantic bone in her body, but she a large number of "I Want Mark To Fuck Me" bones.

In much the same way as it had in 3B-land, Donna's quest for sex was becoming a nuisance to Julia, Carol and me, and a concern to Mom and Dad. Even Donna's getting her horse hadn't distracted her enough, so I'd described my rather nasty plan to Mom and Dad, who okayed it.

Before the wedding, I showed my light blob ability to Andrew and Robert, and separately to Ava. The Boys were VERY impressed, and impressive in how fast they understood some of the implications. Robert asked, "Can you do electromagnetic frequencies beyond visible light?"

"I can do infrared, but I'm too scared to try any other frequencies. I can't see them, so I've got no way of knowing what I'm doing, or what the effects are. I know some of those frequencies are dangerous, so I'm leaving them well alone. It's not as if I have a practical use for radiating X-rays, cosmic radiation, or whatever."

Andrew asked, "Mom and Dad know you can do this?"

"Yes. And that I'm showing you."

"No wonder they're so excited about you. I've never heard of anybody doing this, so what does it make you, Mark?"

"Human, in case you think otherwise. Julia calls me superhuman, which is excessive but probably the least misleading term. It's hard to know what to call me, because we don't know the reason. A genetic mutation is the favored theory. That's why your parents are so happy with Carol and me becoming lovers." [The Boys were already aware of the theory that I was a genetic mutation, and of the forthcoming wedding and its ostensible purpose: so Carol and I could have children later. The only thing The Boys didn't know was the extent of my abilities. They mainly knew of just my extraordinary genius and marathon running ability, although they certainly suspected much more, from Prof's roulette win, for example.]

"What else can you do?"

"You know I won the 10k running race. I'm not up to Superman's outrunning bullets, but I do have the endurance to do extraordinarily well in long-distance runs. Also to do well in the bedroom, which I believe Julia might've mentioned once or twice. I can't leap buildings of any height, and I wouldn't get changed in a telephone booth either, mainly because Julia doesn't let me get changed unless she's there to approve of my clothing choice, which would probably exclude my wearing underwear on the outside. Being smart is probably the most important consequence of my presumed mutation. It's what your parents are the most excited by. Making balls of pretty light looks impressive, but its only real use is to very occasionally do something tricky. Like when Prof and I were kidnapped and gagged, I could spell out words to him," I gave them a quick demo. "And it allows me to play a trick on Donna..." I went on to describe the trick I had in mind for the wedding ceremony.

When I showed my light blobs to Ava, I made a joke about them, telling her I'd just realized she had magic toes. I showed her what I meant. Depending on which toes I squeezed, different colored blobs seemed to shoot out of them. I could control their movement too, by wiggling her toes as if they were joysticks.

Ava knew it was entirely my doing of course, and was amusingly impressed. Unlike The Boys, Ava's only questions were out of fun. She happily accepted my miraculous abilities, without trying to dig for more information. Ava had plenty of curiosity about other things, but it disappeared when it hit a Mark-ism. She was proving to be VERY trustworthy.

Ava also found my idea for tricking Donna very amusing. She liked it, because Donna was sometimes a pain for Ava too. Everyone thought Donna was too young for sex, both chronologically and emotionally.

Just before the wedding ceremony began, Mom told Donna, "You might see some unusual things happening during the ceremony. I want you to ignore them. Pretend they're not happening."

"Like what?" asked Donna.

"You'll see."

The living room was decorated with lots of flower and candles. There were also several bright, yellow light blobs in positions along the walls to either side, and among the flowers in the open-faced alcove we were using as a kind of altar area. They were stationary and looked like nice lights. When she came into the room, Donna looked at them curiously, but only briefly, dismissing them as being of no consequence compared to the distraction the wedding provided.

Shortly after the formal part of the ceremony was over, all the light blobs suddenly left their positions and flew in graceful arcs to hover in an empty area to the side of the alcove, surprising the heck out of Donna.

Mom and Dad were ready, and calmed Donna with hugs and saying, "It's okay. Ignore them."

Everyone was smiling, happy and unconcerned, so Donna was very confused.

The blobs were spinning in a circle, to summon a medium-blue blob (Donna's favorite color). It started as a small dot in the center of the rotating circle, growing rapidly until it reached four feet in diameter.

The little yellow blobs all suddenly flew to form a semi-circle above and behind Julia, Carol and me, while the large blue blob sedately drifted just above floor level toward us, stopping in front of me.

The three of us went down on one knee, while I said, "Welcome. You do us much honor."

Meanwhile Mom and Dad where shushing Donna, telling her, "Quiet Donna. You're being terribly impolite."

"But what are they?"

"Shush!"

A small dark-blue light blob flew quickly out of the big one, and partly into my forehead, causing Donna to exclaim in shock, and Mom to shush her again. Everyone was smiling happily, so poor Donna was bewildered about how to act. She clearly wanted to run around in circles and scream in the evolutionarily unjustifiable way that females do, but no one else was.

The little blue blob paused for a second, then flew back into the bigger one, then back into me, whereupon I said, "You're very welcome. Your coming makes this day even more special for us."

The little blob flew back to the big one, then back to me again. I said, "Thank you. May I introduce you to our families?"

The Messenger Blob shuttled back to the Boss Blob, then back to me.

I waited a second, then got to my feet, my wives following my lead a moment later.

We approached the Williamses first, who'd all gone down on one knee. The Boss Blob stopping in front of Prof and Vanessa

Prof said, "Welcome to our home. We are honored you made the time to visit us."

A Messenger Blob flew from the Boss to my forehead again. I put on a slightly deeper voice when I translated, saying, "No problem. I was in the same galaxy anyway."

Prof chuckled. In genuine humor actually, as we hadn't scripted this down to the word-by-word level. That'd been a little spontaneous joke (of mine, in case you're as confused as Donna about the blobs).

Vanessa said, "May I introduce our sons, Andrew and Robert."

Both boys bowed their head as the Boss Blob drifted sideways to be in front of them.

The Messenger Blob shuttled back the Boss Blob then me again. I translated, "I am pleased to meet the new brothers of Mark."

Boss Blob started drifting over to my family, prompting Mom and Dad to go down on their knees, pulling a stunned Donna with them.

Mom said, "Thank you for coming to our childrens' wedding."

The Messenger Blob flew back and forth again, then I translated, "I would not have missed it. Mark is a special man, who deserves more roast chicken dinners."

Several red blobs fountained straight up out of Boss Blob, disappearing when they reached the ceiling.

I laughed, then added, "Okay, I might have added that last bit myself. You can't blame a guy for trying."