Captain Jack— The following story takes place just after my wives, Ginger and Becky, turned 40 years old. Our two oldest sons, Sean and John, are both 17 years old and will start their senior year of high school in the fall. My two younger sons, Tim and Robert, are both 15 years old and will be sophomores. We are in Orlando, Florida on our yearly vacation with the kids. Of course, Sean’s girlfriend, Barb, is with us. She is always with us. Though she is two years older than Sean, she is only one year ahead of him in school. That makes her 19. She just graduated from high school.

I am sitting in the restaurant at the hotel drinking a glass of iced tea and watching my wives laying on the lounge chairs getting some sun. They have been laying out at our pool for the last two months, so they are already very tanned. They are wearing their string bikinis as normal for them. You could not tell that they are 40 years old. They watch what they eat and exercise in our gym every day. I am very proud of them.

My son John is sitting in the shade at a table near them watching over both his mothers and my other children playing in the pool. My wives always called me the ‘sheepdog’ of the family. I think John has taken over that job. He is always so serious and at times he seems introverted. He rarely dates and has never had a serious girlfriend. He says he has just never found one that interests him. What does interest him? Not any type of group sports. At 6’3’ tall and 210 lbs. of solid muscle the coaches at school beg him to play sports. Any sport, just play. All he is interested in seems to be horses and working out in our home gym. But this story is only partly about him.

As I watch my family, I hear a voice shouting my name.

“Jack O’Shea? It really is you! How are you? I never expected to see you again.”

Then this short balding man hugs me and shouts for a woman and girl to come over to my table. I must have looked startled because I truly did not recognize him.

“You don’t remember me, do you? I’m Tommy Donahue, from O.C.S. (Officer Candidate School). Remember?”

“Hell yeah! How are you doing Tommy? I am surprised that you recognized me.”

“That eye patch had me confused for a minute, but I knew it was you.”

“What brings you to my part of the country?”

“Brought the wives and kids to check out Disney World.”

I always try to get out the fact that I have two wives in the first few minutes of a conversation with people that don’t know me and my family situation. There are usually three reactions.

First, “You are joking, right?”

Second, “That is not natural. Are you trying to live in the dark ages?”.

Third, “Wow, I heard about that, but I did not believe it. You are a lucky guy.”

Tommy was taking the third option.

“Where are these lucky girls?”

I point them out and he just shakes his head as he mumbles, “Damn!”

Then he introduces me to the two with him. The tall skinny woman with the glasses is his wife, her name is Beth. The girl with them he says is his foster daughter, Molly. Beth has on a beach cover-up like my girls would wear. Molly is wearing a bathrobe from the hotel. It looks like it would fit me. It has long sleeves and falls below her knees. She is going to burn up if she does not take that off when they go to the pool.

We talk a minute about O.C.S. and the Marine Corps but Beth wants to get to the pool. Molly does not seem excited about that idea. I tell them to go introduce themselves to my wives and it may be best to stay on that side of the pool. It looks like there are some frat boys getting drunk on the other side. As they go out Tommy wants to know how I became the luckiest man in Mississippi. I give him the short version of my life after the Marine Corps while I watch his girls introducing themselves to my wives. Ginger looks into the restaurant at me. I wave. She knows all is fine and seems to invite them to pull up chairs next to her and Becky. Beth does, then proceeds to put suntan oil on her front and lay down. She is wearing a modest two-piece bathing suit. Molly on the other hand prefers to sit in the shade and takes a chair across the table from John. She does not take off that bathrobe.

Tommy starts on reliving our days at O.C.S. That was 25 years ago. I know I helped him get through it, even carrying his rifle on some of the long marches. But that is all in the past. I decide to ask about how he met his wife.

Tommy— I can’t believe I run into Jack O’Shea! He has always been a hero in my eyes. If it were not for him, I would not have become an officer in the Marine Corps. I do not know what I would have done. He helped me get through and I went to work in Washington D.C. I was also a Captain when I got out 4 years later. I was wearing my ‘fire-watch’ ribbon on my last day. I never left Washington and never wanted to. I am a very good lawyer, but I would not have been any good in a firefight. I would have gotten myself and any Marine who followed me killed.

I did follow his career. I know about his silver star, his two bronze stars and the two purple hearts. I do not tell him I know all this. When he asked about my wife I decided to tell him the truth. Not what I had put in the official reports to the Justice Department.

“I was in the Gainesville office of the F. B. I. (fucking big Indians, for those of you that don’t know). It is a small office with only a couple of special agents assigned to it. I was working on a case, trying to decide what type of deal to offer a two-time drug offender. The secretary buzzed me and asked if I could talk to a lady who needed to speak to someone about a crime. In walked Beth.

First, I need to tell you my state of mind that day. In the prior 4 years I had had two serious relationships with girls I thought loved me. The first one I dated for 2 years then asked her to move in with me. We lived together for almost a year. One day as I was getting out of my car in front of the house, my next-door neighbor, a retired cop, asked if I could come over to his house. As my girlfriend was not due home for another half hour, I said sure. As we sat in his kitchen, he said that he had heard that I was going to ask my girlfriend to marry me. I said that was correct and had already bought the ring. I was just waiting for a good time to pop the question. He asked if I knew she had another boyfriend. I just stared at him. He said he figured that I did not know. He proceeded to tell me that once or twice a week a red corvette pulled into my garage with her and an older man. They usually arrived at about 10:30 and stayed until about 2:00. He was sorry, but he thought I should know. I thanked him and gave him my work number. I asked if he would call me the next time it happened. He did not want me to get into any trouble; he advised me not to get into a fight or shoot them over this. She was not worth it. I assured him all I wanted was video evidence since I knew the guy in the red corvette was her boss. I had reviewed her work contract and dating within the company was not allowed. This guy was also married. I just wanted enough evidence to ruin his career and marriage. I left and went to an electronics store and bought a video camera.

I did not have to wait long. It was the very next day that my neighbor called and said that the red corvette had just pulled into my garage. I jumped up and ran out of the office telling my secretary I would be back later. In less than fifteen minutes I was in my neighbor’s driveway. He met me and said he would go with me to keep me out of trouble and be a witness if needed. This ex-cop was about 6’ 2” tall and weighed about 240 lbs. After using my pocketknife to flatten all four tires on the corvette, we silently went into my house. We could hear them in the bedroom. I turned on the video camera as we walked down the hall. The bedroom door was open. I got a good shot of him on top of her. He was an older man and he looked it. His face was red and he was trying hard not to cum, or so it seemed. She was urging him on by screaming how close she was to cumming herself and how she loved his big dick inside of her. I got about one minute of porno action before she noticed the two people watching and filming! She started screaming for him to get off her, he rolled out of the bed and started looking for his clothes. They had been taken off in the living room and all he could find was his boxers. I had put his shoes, pants, shirt and a suit coat in the living room closet! He ran to the garage and saw his flat tires. I guess he realized that he did not have his keys so he just ran! He went out the side door and down the street. I filmed him running barefooted in only his underwear until he turned left at the corner.

I told my girlfriend she had 30 minutes to pack and leave. They had taken his car from work so hers was still in the company parking lot. I called her a cab. Then I called a tow company and had his corvette towed. I got his wallet out of his pants and called his wife and told her what was going on. She asked for a copy of the video. I confirmed her address and told her I would mail it to her. Then I called the company where they worked. I explained to the president what was going on. Instead of suing his company for not enforcing their no fraternization policy, I would settle for them both being fired. They were a publicly held company, and he did not want the publicity. Both were fired.

The old man got divorced. I heard his wife took him to the cleaners. My girlfriend wanted to explain but I would not listen. She moved back in with her parents in Atlanta. I never heard from her again.

About six months later I started seeing a beautiful girl. She loved to try to fuck me to death. Nothing was off the table for her and that was new for me. I would not let her move in with me because she loved to drink. She drank a lot.

I started suggesting she might have a problem. She decided to fix the problem. I did not know the problem was me! She had told me not to ever call her again the night before Beth walked into my office.

I was sitting at my desk when Beth walked in. I had been in the middle of a pity party wondering where to meet a nice woman. I don’t go to bars or church. My life revolved around my work. I looked up and see this nice-looking girl about 10 years younger than me. I told her to take a seat and asked what I could do for her.

She started by telling me she grew up in Gainesville but got a scholarship to go to Stanford. Wow! That’s impressive! She majored in computer science and studied for a master’s degree. More impressive! Just as she was about to graduate, her mother had a stroke. Her father needed help in caring for her. So instead of taking the job in Silicon Valley she had been offered, she went home to help dad with her mother. Very impressive!

She started looking for any type of job because money around the house was tight. She answered an ad looking for someone to set up and run a web site. No problem she could do that. When the owner, a guy named Sloan, saw her resume he knew she was the one he needed. He offered her more money than any of the tech companies had offered. She immediately accepted. She admitted to being too naïve at the time and not asking more questions. The company Sloan owned produced porn videos! and he was wanting to get into on-line pornography. She found this out the first day she showed up to work. She was trapped. Not by Sloan, by her parents. She had told them about her new job and what it paid. The relief on her father’s face said it all. No more worrying about whether to buy groceries or medicine. This job was a lifesaver.

The one thing that saved her was that her boss was very computer illiterate. She convinced him that his studios were too far out of town to get a good internet signal and that he should get her an office in town where the internet speeds were fast enough to do what he wanted. She picked out her office and bought the computers and the servers. She taught a secretary at the studio to send her what Sloan wanted to put on the internet. She set up a pay site where for $19.95 a month people could watch porno videos of all types. They could even watch behind the scenes footage of the videos being made. There was a place where the viewers could suggest what they wanted the stars to do next month. It was a huge success. They were raking in about $50,000 a month after only three months.

I stopped her at this point and asked if all the stars were 18 or older. She assured me they were. She kept all records at her office, and everything was on the ‘up and up’. I asked why she was here it seems like the business might not be socially acceptable and even immoral to some, but I could see nothing illegal.”

Jack—This story was getting interesting, but I was more interested in what was happening at the pool. John had ordered Molly a lemonade after giving her a taste of his. She had taken off her bathrobe but was not getting any sun. Too bad, she needed it. She was white as a sheet. Then about the time Tommy was starting on the pornography story, John had gotten out of his seat and taken Molly’s hand and led her to the concrete steps at the shallow end of the pool. They waded into the water and John had her kneel down. He cupped his hands and gently poured water over her shoulders. She was laughing and saying something to him that I could not hear. I stopped Tommy’s story and asked him to look at the pool.

“I can’t believe that! She is terribly afraid of the water. She almost drowned as a kid and has not been in a pool since. We had a hard time just getting her into a swimsuit and agreeing to sit by the pool while Beth got some sun.”

We watched as John led her into deeper water and supported her back as she floated. He moved her around and eventually let her go on her own. Tommy was amazed. Apparently, she had never had a boyfriend or even talked to a boy that he knew of. Then he started his story again.

“Remember, immoral maybe but nothing illegal so far. Then one day she was told to set up another web site. This was to handle specialty videos. It was to be centered on a cuckold theme. Wife watching, humiliation that sort of thing. She met Sloan in his office at the studios and was shown a script of what they were going to film. Sloan had this idea of making a porn movie about a family who borrowed money from a man who demanded they use their bodies to repay him. It was based on the truth!

One day Sloan had been in a bank when he overheard a loan officer tell a couple that their loan application had been denied. The man had pleaded with the banker to re-think his denial. His small farm was going to be auctioned off the next week by the I.R.S. for back taxes and something called the death tax. They had been everywhere trying to get a loan and this bank was the last hope for them. As they left the bank Sloan followed them out to their old truck. He told them he was the owner of a finance company and that he may be able to help. He gave them a business card and told them to come to his office that same day at 2pm. They were to bring all the I R.S. paperwork and any other loans they may have including credit cards and personal loans. They left smiling and feeling like there may be some hope for them.