Epilogue

"Hey baby!" grinned Shannon, as she threw her arms around Whit as he walked through the door. This gave her a momentary respite from the grilling her parents were giving her.

Shannon had taken a leave of absence from the force, after she and Whit had been married a month or so ago. For her friends and family, it was rather a bizarre wedding. It was actually a double wedding as Susan and Rachel were married too. To make things even weirder to the people in Shannon's life, she and Whit and Susan and Anna took the same honeymoon to Aruba. Finally to put the weirdest spin on the trifecta of weirdness associated with Shannon's life, she and Whit had sold his house and Susan Sundeen had sold her condo. Together, they bought a significantly larger house.

Whit saw Shannon's parents who were talking to her when he came in. Then he went upstairs to change.

After he left, the conversation resumed. Eventually, her father got to the crux of his point when Shannon reiterated her and Whit's living arrangements. "You can't be serious!" complained Shannon's father.

"Whit and I have gotten incredibly close to Susan and Rachel. They're family to us," said Shannon, smiling as she purposely left the simile, "like" out of the sentence.

"But you and Whit are newlyweds. You need your privacy," observed her Mom.

"It's a big house, Mom. Whit and I will have plenty of chances to be alone," she grinned, not telling her parents that many nights, all four of them planned to sleep in the same king-sized bed. "I'm really having fun with this game," she thought.

"What about kids?" asked her Dad.

"What about them?" asked Shannon with purposeful denseness.

"What are you going to do when you have kids?" asked her Mom.

Shannon laughed as she didn't have the heart to tell her parents that Susan would be having Whit's child before she would. "Any children would grow up in a house full of love and tolerance. Having Susan and Rachel around would almost be like having a second set of parents."

"Mom and Dad, you're just going to have to accept that this is how Shan and I want to live," said Whit as he walked back into the room and put his arm around his bride.

Finally, Shannon, her parents and Whit exchanged hugs and kisses and her folks left the house, not satisfied, as their little intervention had failed.

"Thank God, they're gone!" groaned Shannon.

"Baby, they're your folks."

"I know, but I can't wait to run upstairs and join Rachel and Susan," she grinned.

"There's plenty of time for that, my dear wifey."

"Well, your other wives might get jealous, if I continue to detain you."

"Baby, I have only one wife. That's you. The others are our lovers and we may love them that way, but you are my one and only wife and don't you ever forget that!" exclaimed Whit.

"But Master..."

"I'm not your Master anymore! Once we got married, you became my wife and I became your husband. That's the only relationship between the two of us that should matter!"

A whirlwind of confidence ripped through Shannon Whitakers body. Originally, when Anna had told her to give herself to Whit, her brain had misunderstood the message. This was never about enslaving herself to the man she loved. It was about giving herself to him and having the faith that he would give himself to her. It was about the love, trust and every other important attribute that existed in any serious relationship. The Master/Slave game while kind of fun (and would be played again), was not how she really felt about him. She was in love with Corbin Whitaker, while she also deeply loved Susan and Rachel, Whit was her husband. Her feelings for him were different. The look he was giving her confirmed that he felt the same way about her.