Chapter 4

"Brian," Colleen said, coming into my office at the ballpark, mid-morning of the next day. "I just got a call from Mr. J's, lawyers. They want to buy you out. Everything. Your three-eighths share of the big club, the minor league team, and this entire complex.

"It seems that winning the World Series drastically improved their fortunes, and buying back the portion they sold you is their top priority.

"What do you think?" She was baiting me. I could tell. I could also tell that she hadn't told me everything, yet.

"Ok. What's the rest?"

She smiled her sneaky smile and said, "You spent three-hundred and forty million dollars, or thereabout, and the Royals want to give you seven-hundred and fifty million, but it includes their entire campus."

She stopped to let the number sink in.

"How soon do they want to move on this?" No sense playing games. A four-hundred million dollar profit, for about a year's work, is too good to pass up ... especially since I have three children, three live-in lovers, a dead ex-lover, who gave me Millicent Jane, and a whole life for us to pursue, together. Not to mention that the man who made it fun was gone, too.

Colleen smiled even bigger. "If you say, 'yes, ' they will arrange funds by next month."

"Then tell them to get it arranged, and send someone down here to take over the campus. Tell them my consent is predicated on us getting out of the complex by the end of next week, so they need to get moving. We can agree to terms, and sign memorandum of agreement, allowing them access and control of the facility, as well as all liability upon signing.

"Baby, if we're selling out, we're packing up Winnie, Millie, and the babies and taking that yacht cruise."

Part of me was grateful to have the ball club thing settled. Packaging the Branson operation, and having it all go away at once, eliminated my big worry as far as taking the trip was concerned.

Once my arm blew up, the allure of the team seemed to go away with my ability to throw a baseball. When Mr. Bell died, I lost my best friend, and partner in the ball club. For me, the best thing was to let it all go and get on with raising our children, and living our lives.

I was absent-mindedly petting Benjamin as I turned it all over in my head. He loved to sit up straight and let me rub my hand over the top of his head. That guy loved to be loved, and whenever I moved his skin around, while I petted him, he seemed to love it even more.

Benjamin was a lot like me, I realized. He was a good guy, who had a lot of bad things happen to him, and remained a good guy, anyway. I knew he realized I saved him, and his gratitude matched his affection for us. He loved the children and accepted little David Gregory like he'd always been one of us.

Benjamin still paced the house late at night to make sure the babies were safe, and no one was trying to break in. He met Winnie many times, as they prowled around in the dark, looking for trouble. Sometimes I'd wake up, see that they were both gone and go looking for them. More often than not, the three of us would share a midnight snack and spend a little while just hugging on one of the couches in the family room.

Having any questions about the future of our ball team out of the way let me turn my attention to our jet situation. With three kids, three women, and me, along with Jack and whatever team had to travel with us, the G Four wasn't quite the end-all-be-all for our family.

The jet was quiet, comfortable, but too tight for our entire entourage, so an upgrade was going to be necessary. I walked down to Colleen's office and asked her if she could join me in my private space for an important discussion. She got a wide smile on her face and buzzed Winnie to meet us there.

Colleen came into my office bedroom, pulling off her skirt and sweater. Her bra and panties followed within seconds, and she very nearly tackled me, she was so anxious to get to the 'good part.'

Winnie unlocked the outer and inner doors, saw we were already inside, and locked up everything so we wouldn't be interrupted. Her sandy hair flew around her face as she quickly and efficiently lost her clothes and joined us, naked. Our lovemaking was spirited and wonderful.

Both of my loves enjoyed multiple climaxes from Mr. Johnson's attentions, along with even more brought on by busy hands, tongues, and bodies.

As we lazed around, Winnie gave me the look. "Brian, what is it about you that drives us so crazy? Colleen and I could go out and pick up any guy in less than fifteen minutes, but we simply turn into mush when you're nearby. I can't even imagine being with someone else. You have completely taken me over.

"I told you once, a long time ago, that if you told me to strip naked and do you on the dock, out back, I'd be naked and waiting for you in seconds. It's true. I want the pleasure you give me so much, if you asked, I wouldn't hesitate to do something crazy for you, but you never ask for a thing. Whatever we want is fine with you.

"Don't you have things you want from us, too?"

"You have no idea," I said. "Sometimes I'm lying in bed, and my whole being is on fire, because I want you both so bad..."

I never got the chance to continue. Colleen jumped up and said, "Why didn't you wake us up? Why don't you wake us up? I want to be awakened if you need me. Why would you think it was Ok not to ask us if you needed us?

"What is wrong with us, that you are afraid to come to us when you want us, need us, or miss us, anyway?"

She was getting worked up. "I just did. Isn't that what happened when I came and got you this morning?" Logic wasn't going to work, but it was worth a try. Colleen and Winnie felt slighted that I let them sleep, instead of waking them up and demanding sex.