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 Becky's Sleepover F/g Copyright ((C)) Tanya Writer 2023

   This is a continuation of the happenings of Stan and his three brides.
We focus on Becky and a family friend Inga, the wife of Stan's employee
Ben. You don't need to read the previous story, My Three Brides, but this
story will make much more sense it you do.

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   Becky's Sleepover

   True to his word, the day after they got back from their honeymoon, Stan
called down to Dr.  Robert's office and scheduled the surgeries for both
Sarah and Rachel.  It would be in mid August.  That would allow them both
plenty of time to recover before they started back to school.

   The time over the summer wasn't much to do.  They didn't have any
friends.  So there was no one to go over and visit nor anyone coming over
to see them.  They were on their own most of the day, with Stan at work. 
Weekends he took them to places, or they all did things together.  They all
went to church on Sunday.  Sarah was invited to Ruth Beam's wedding to Amos
Romney.  But of course she knew not to say anything about them being
married, since Ruth was only in her second year of high school.

   It seems the only other thing they did was go food shopping.  Sarah was
tasked with cooking, so she also needed to do the shopping, but she
couldn't drive the car, so Stan had to take her to the store.  Sometimes
the other girls came along.  They would get to help choose what foods they
would eat.  But there was a cost to that.  They had to help Sarah do some
of the cooking.  When they went to the store, if she was working, they
always went through the woman who had been so friendly to them the first
time there.  They found her name was Molly.  She always had something nice
to say to Sarah or her sisters.  If the other girls weren't with them, she
asked about them.  She had kind words for Stan, too.  They all liked going
to that store, and through Molly's line at the checkout.

   It was getting close to the time for them to go back to Las Vegas.  For
Sarah it wouldn't matter so much since it was only a scar reduction.  It
was a scar that she had let few people see, so there wouldn't be much of a
change in what others would have seen before and what they would see now.
Stan knew it would make a world of change for her.

   Rachel would be very different, since we were talking about something as
plain as the nose on her face.  The changes would be out there for all to
see.  The girls were anxious as the surgeries approached.  They looked
forward to being seen so much better as far as how they saw themselves now.
It would be a major change for them.  There was the worry about the surgery
itself, and how they would come out.  The things that were promised made it
all worthwhile.

   All that was on top that they would have to go back to Las Vegas to have
the work done.  That was exciting and at the same time nervous time.  They
enjoyed their time there before.  Would they get to do anything fun there
again?  One thing did weigh on their minds: they were going to be changing
so much, they would never be back to what they were before.  So it better
turn out right.

   Their whole self image was going to change.  Stan was so nice that he
was doing this for them.  They couldn't believe how their lives had changed
in the last few months.  Their parents had died, and now they were married.
Stan was taking care of them more than their parents had.  They didn't
think that their parents loved them any less than Stan did, but they seemed
more important to him than they were to their parents.

   With them going down to Las Vegas, there was one problem: what to do
with Becky.  Stan and the two older girls would go down the day before the
surgeries and spend the night there, and they could come back the next day.
They wouldn't be taking Becky with them.  So what to do with her?  She was
eight-years-old.  Stan really couldn't leave her on her own for the better
part of two days.  She would have to stay with some one overnight.  It
would have to be with an adult.  Becky didn't hardly have any friends,
certainly none that she could stay with.

   There was one adult he knew would take her in for an overnight stay.  It
was a bit of playing with fire, he knew.  But it was something that both
Becky and her host would like.  Stan sat down and talked to Becky.  He told
her about the situation about taking her sisters down for their surgeries,
and that she would be left here.  He told her who he had in mind for her to
stay with.  She was all for it.  She knew what it could mean.

   On Sunday before the surgeries, Stan approached the woman he was going
to ask to take care of his wife while he was gone.  After the service he
approached her, "Inga, can I speak with you a moment?"

   The sanctuary was emptying, Inga waved to the others to go.  She turned
to him.  "Sure Stan, what's up?" she said, sitting down.

   He sat down next to her.  "I have to go down to Las Vegas on Wednesday,
and return on Thursday.  I will be taking Sarah and Rachel with me.  Becky
will be staying here.  I was wondering if she could stay overnight with you
Wednesday night?"

   "Oh, that's interesting.  Becky knows this?"

   "Yes, she was happy when I told her I was going to ask you if she could
stay with you."

   "Then we mustn't make her unhappy.  You are good with her spending the
night with me?" Inga said, her voice loaded with meaning.

   "Yes, I am.  I do trust you, and Becky does too.  She will be in good
hands.  I am sure you will take good care of her," he said with the same
tone of meaning.  "I am sure you two will have a nice time together.  She
is looking forward to it."

   "So this will all this take place on Wednesday?" Inga asked.

   "Yes, I can drop her by your place Wednesday morning?"

   "Yes, that will be great.  You know where we are?"

   "I just know Ben's address."

   "That's where we all are.  It is a very communal place.  We are all
together, but at the same time, each of us has our own section for us. 
Bring her by, she'll be very welcome with us.  What time will you be by?"

   "Would 7 AM be too early?"

   "No, not at all.  We are all up by then.  Ben and Elizabeth, and Marie
will have headed off to work around then, but I'll be there.  Francine and
all the kids will be all up.  We can feed you breakfast, then you can head
out."

   "The kids?"

   "Yeah sure.  You don't know about our kids?"

   "No, Ben hasn't mentioned them.  I didn't think you all had any."

   "Of course we do.  That is why we have plural marriage.  Ben has ten
children, between us, plus all his grand children."

   "Grandchildren?  Wow, I didn't know any of this," Stan said, wondering
how well did he know his employees, especially the one he trusted the most.

   "We each have children with him.  Elisabeth, being the oldest of us, has
the oldest children.  Her oldest, Adam, is an architect.  He lives with his
family near Carson City.  He has seven kids with his wives.  Then there is
Grace.  You must have met her."

   "No, I don't think so."

   "Oh sure, you must have.  She is a nurse in Elizabeth's office."

   "Oh really?  I didn't know that."

   "She is.  Then there is Francine.  She will be home with the kids."

   "What kids?"

   "Francine is Elisabeth's youngest.  Since her husband Joe, we used to
call him Big Joe, died last year.  She has taken over working with the
smaller kids.  Her and Joe have two kids.  Then there are Marie's four
kids."

   "I can't believe any of this.  Marie has four kids?" Stan said, never
thinking about all the kids that were running around the church.  I would
never have believed it."

   "Believe it, she does.

   "You have kids too?"

   "Of course.  I have three.  My youngest is home from the university for
the summer."

   "What about the other two?  They at home too?" Stan asked.

   "No, my other two are up in BC.  They are actually part of Rahab's
church up there."

   "Well, at least her I know," Stan said.

   "Come on by.  I'll introduce you to everyone, then you can shove off. 
When will you be back, you think?"

   "Probably late on Thursday.  Maybe like ten or something."

   "Listen, do this.  Let Becky stay the night Thursday too.  You won't
have to be worried about what time you get back and you can come get her in
the morning."

   "OK, sounds like a plan," Stan said, as they both headed out of the
church

   On Monday morning, Stan spent some time on the phone arranging things
down in Las Vegas.  They would arrive in the afternoon, and he set some
appointments for them.  They were to have their surgeries the following
morning.  But before Dr.  Robert did the work, he wanted the girls' medical
records.  Stan called to Elizabeth's office and asked about them.  Sure
enough, her brother Simon had done Rachel's surgery after she was born. 
Stan asked if they could be copied and Elisabeth would give him the copy
when he came by Wednesday morning.  Sarah had her surgery in Reno, but
being a baby, she didn't know it.  Those records were not available, but
they didn't matter in her case.  It was all arranged.  The girls couldn't
wait for their big adventure.

   They were up early and dressed.  Sarah liked it that they would go to
Ben's for breakfast.  She wouldn't have to make the breakfast.  They had
packed the night before, and Stan carried their overnight bags out to the
car.  The other two had just clothes, but Becky had a coloring book and
crayons.  She also had a sketch pad and pencils.  She also opted to wear
her old glasses.  She hadn't worn her new ones in front of anybody but
family.  She didn't wear them to church or even shopping.

   Stan pulled up at the address he knew to be Ben's home.  He knew the
address, but he had never been there before.  They took a look at the
place. It was a two story at least with a basement.  Or it looked like a
basement.  He could see part of it was below ground level.  There were
stairs leading down to a door there.  There was a walkway that led to some
stairs up to a large porch like area in front of the house.  There were two
large doors together.  On either side of them were large picture windows
looking out.  Above there, on the second story, there was another area with
the same picture windows.

   They tromped up the stairs to the door and Stan knocked.  When he did,
Inga answered the door and invited them.  Stan had Becky's overnight bag
with him.

   "Oh, what do we have here?" Inga asked, getting a look at Becky's patch
over her eye.

   Stan answered, "She is to wear the patch for 12 hours every day, it will
strengthen her other eye and help correct her vision."

   "Well, won't that be a wonderful thing?" Inga said, with a smile towards
Becky.

   Inga took her bag from Stan and put it down in the living room.  It was
a large room with multiple chairs and couches.  There was a large
projection screen TV on one side.  At the back, it opened to a large dining
area.  There was a long table.  Around it sat several people, one of whom
was Elizabeth.  She greeted the Castillos.  Inga walked around the table
introducing every one.  "These are Marie's kids, this is Eden, and Esther,"
she said, touching the girls on their shoulders as she said their name. 
Eden looked to be the older, maybe nine, with Esther a year younger.  Then
she came to the boys, "This is Joshua, and Joseph, we call him Little Joe."
Little Joe was just that.  He couldn't be much more than five.  The first
three were dark-haired like their mom, Marie.  But somehow little Joe was a
blond.

   She continued around to where Elisabeth was seated.  "These are
Francine's kids, Daniella.  We call her Danni, and Christian.  We call him
C hris." They were dark-haired too.  Made sense they were Elisabeth's grand
kids.

   Stan looked, most of them had started eating.  They had an egg
sunny-side up and a strip of bacon, with a piece of toast and a glass of
juice.

   Then a young woman came out of the kitchen through a swinging door. 
"Stan, is it?" she asked.

   "Yes, this is Stan and his girls," Inga said, gesturing to the girls.

   "What would you like?  everyone is having bacon and eggs, but if you
wish something different, we can get that for you," she said.  "If you
would like an omelet, we can do that.  Stan, can I get you an omelet with
bacon or ham and cheese or something?"

   "An omelet sounds good with the bacon," he said.

   "And you young ladies?  Would you like the same?"

   "I would like that," Sarah said.

   Rachel said "Can I just have two eggs like they have?" She said,
pointing to the kids at the table.

   "Sunny-side up?"

   "Yeah."

   "And you?  You are Becky?  You will be our guest for the next couple of
days?  What would you like?"

   "Can I have like them, only one egg?"

   "Sure you can have what ever you want.  Come on over here and sit down.
Stan, you can be here." She led him to the head of the table and the girls
to open places next to it.  Then she turned and went back into the kitchen.

   "That is Francine?" Stan asked.

   "No, that is Kathrine.  We call her Candy, she is my baby.  She is home
from college for the summer.  My two oldest are the twins, Erik and Erika.
They are the ones up in BC."

   Elisabeth was finished eating.  "I have to run, I got to get to the
office.  Stan, the records you asked for are here," she said, putting them
on the table at the far end, so no food would end up on them.  "Outside of
Rachel's surgery after her birth, none of the girls have been in to to see
us, and I doubt that they saw the other practice in town."

   "Not even for their shots?" he asked.

   "No, nothing," Elisabeth said.  "But they really should have."

   "How can that be so?  Don't they have to have immunizations before they
go to school?"

   "Normally so," Inga answered.  "But, if the parents signed forms that
they objected to the shots, based on religious grounds, they would allow
the kids in school without the shots."

   "Well, that will have to change.  I'll be sending them by.  We will have
to get any that they missed," he told Elisabeth.  "So keep in mind you're
going to be getting your shots, girls." Stan said it in the tone that they
knew that was how it was going to be.

   They all responded with, "Yes sir."

   Elisabeth went towards a door.  Francine's kids called out, "Bye,
grandma." she waved back to them.

   Inga sat down at the table, and a minute later, Candy was out with a
plate for Rachel and Becky.  She returned with juice and toast for them. 
She was back a minute later with omelets she put down in front of Sarah and
Stan.  They each received the toast and juice.  Then Candy returned one
more time with toast and juice and placed it in front of two empty spaces.
Following that, another woman emerged from the kitchen.  Carrying the rest
of the breakfast.

   Inga spoke up, "Stan, this is Francine."

   "Nice to meet you," he said as she and Candy sat down to eat.

   "Welcome to our home.  It is nice to have you here, and we will have the
privilege of having Becky here with us for a little while."

   "Yeah," Becky said.

   Most of the kids had finished and went off into the living room or off
to another part of the house that Stan couldn't see.  Stan and the girls
ate.  Then Stan, when they were finished, stood, and said.  "I want to
thank you for a nice breakfast and for having Becky here with you while we
are gone.  We will see you on Friday morning.  Thanks again." With that,
Sarah and Rachel joined him headed for the door.  Stan took the records
with him.

   Becky told them to wait and ran after him, catching him by the door.  He
bent down to her.  She gave him a kiss on the lips and said, "I'll miss
you." She gave each of her sisters a hug, too.

   "How sweet," Candy said, as she watched them leave.

   Candy had work to do, she was marched off into the kitchen to do the
morning dishes.  Francine took the kids into another room.  She started
working with them.  It was sort of like school and playtime mixed together,
as the kids all had activities to do.  They asked Becky what she would like
to do.  She said she had her coloring books and crayons.  They cleared a
place for her.  She set to work coloring in the Grand Canyon, in the book
she got from there.

   Inga sat down near her, with a large planner and some booklets around
her.  Becky looked up at her, pausing her coloring.  "What are you doing?"

   "I'm working on my lesson plans for the coming year."

   "You have to plan everything?"

   "Yes, I just don't make things up on the spur of the moment.  All the
lessons are planned out ahead of time.  That way, everyone knows what the
plan is and where you are going.  Mrs.  Joyce, she will look over lesson
plans from time to time, too.  Also, god forbid, I am out sick and there
has to be a substitute teacher.  They know what was suppose to happen that
day."

   "I guess it takes a lot of planning."

   "It does indeed."

   "Are you going to have Rachel in your class in this year?"





   "We haven't set it yet, but we will soon.  There is a teacher's meeting
next week.  We will make assignments about who will be in who's class.  But
I think we will assign her in my class.  Which fourth grade teacher do you
want, Mrs.  Carr or Mrs.  Gardner?"

   "Mrs.  Carr."

   "Alright, I'll see what I can do about it.  No promises, but I'll try.
Now what is that you are doing there?"

   "I'm just coloring my book."

   "What book would that be?"

   "It's the Grand Canyon.  We went there on our...," Becky paused and
looked around.  There wasn't anybody to be seen.  "Honeymoon."

   "I thought you were going to Las Vegas."

   "We did.  Stan took us to lots of places." Becky then began to tell her
of the places they went and the things they did.

   Inga sat listening.  When Becky had finished her tale, Inga said in a
lowered voice, "Did you get to use any of the knowledge you learned from
me, with your husband, on your trip?"

   "Oh, you mean, if we did any sex?"

   "Yes, that is what I meant."

   "People aren't supposed to know that me and Stan are married."

   "That is a good idea to keep that a secret, but you remember I was there
at your wedding.  So I know you're married."

   "Yeah, I know.  I also remember the reception.  Stan said you shouldn't
have taken me into the coat room."

   "You told him about that?"

   "Yeah, he said you could have been caught doing that."

   "He wasn't upset with us doing what we did?"

   "No, he just said that we shouldn't do things where we could be seen."

   "Tonight, would you like to sleep with me?  No one would see us.  Would
you like to do more of what we did?" Inga asked.

   "You mean at the reception?"

   "Yes, like that, also what we did on the hike.  You would like more like
that?"

   "Yeah.  Stan knows that you want to do that with me?" Becky asked.

   "I think he knows.  We didn't talk directly about it, but I think he
understood that we could be doing things together."

   "He didn't say not to do it.  He only said not to be caught.  We won't
be caught?"

   "No and we will have all night.  We can have lots of fun together," Inga
assured her.

   "Yeah, that sounds like fun," Becky told her with a big smile, that Inga
returned to her.

   "Would you like to see the house?"

   "Yeah, I guess," Becky said.

   At the back of the living room, there was a series of doors.  Inga
opened the first one.  It lead to a staircase that went down.  It was kind
of narrow.  They followed it down.  There was a large open area, sort of
like the living room above.  Off to the side, there was a door.  That must
have been the one they saw when they came up.

   There were couches and chairs, they were filled with the kids.  Some of
them reading, others were working around a coffee table on workbooks. 
Francine was helping them.

   "We are on a tour of the house," Becky said.

   Francine said, "Go ahead, when you're done with the tour you are welcome
to join us, Becky."

   "Thanks, maybe I will," Becky told her.

   There was a hallway leading back from the large room.  She opened the
first door in the hallway.  They went in.  "This is Francine's bedroom.  It
used to be Elizabeth's when all her kids were here.  Now she is up stairs
and Francine is down here." There was a smaller bed with a night stand. 
There was a dresser, and vanity, with a mirror.  She opened a door showing
a bathroom that was for Francine.

   They came out and across from the bedroom was another bathroom.  They
went farther down the hall.  There were two bedrooms.  One on each side of
the hall.  They looked into one.  There was a bed with a dresser, and a
desk.  It was clean and neat.  There was one across the hall was the mirror
image of the other.  But this one had the bed all messed up.  The messy one
was Chris's.  The clean one was Danni's.

   Inga led her back up the stairs.  They went back through the second
door. It led down a hallway.  It was like below except there wasn't the
living room type area.  There was a bedroom.  It was like the one below,
but this one had a much larger bed.  Other wise it had the same things as
Francine's.  "This is Marie's room," Inga said.  There was a bathroom for
her, too.

   They came out, and it was the same thing with a bathroom across from it.
They went down the hall.  There were two doors opposite from each other. 
One had a sign on the door that said, "No girls allowed." "We'll ignore the
sign," Inga said, as she opened the door.  This was different.  There was a
bunk bed, with neither bed made.  The upper berth had side rails.  "Joshua
has the top bunk," Inga said.  There were two dressers, but only one desk.

   Across the hall it was much the same, but there were clothes strewn
across the floor.  "Eden has the top bunk.  She also is challenged when it
comes to hanging up her clothes," Inga said with a chuckle.  Otherwise, it
had the same furniture as their brothers' room.

   They came back up the hall.  Inga opened the next door.  It was a
staircase up.  When they got up there.  There was a small sitting area with
another door.  They went over to it.  Inga opened it.  There was a closet
at the back with a dresser and a chair in it.  There were some book cases
and a desk but not much else.  "This is Ben's little study area and
dressing area."

   "Doesn't he have a bedroom?" Becky asked.

   "No he sleeps in one of the wives' bed with her.  So he doesn't have one
of his own."

   "Stan has his own bedroom.  We all do," Becky said.

   Inga led her to another door.  "This is my room." It was like
Francine's, except it had a big bed like Marie's.  Inga put her arm around,
"I am looking forward to tonight.  We can have lots of fun.  The bed is big
enough for us.  We will have our own bathroom to use." As they started out
of the room, Inga pointed out, "There is a lock on the door.  We won't be
caught or interrupted."

   Across the bedroom was the other bathroom.  They went down the hall.  It
was like the others.  Inga opened the door.  It was sort of like Marie's
and Inga's, with a big bed.  "This is Elisabeth's room, since she moved up
here when Francine moved in with her kids.  This was Erik's old room."

   They went to the next room.  Inga knocked on the door before opening the
door.  She opened the door, as they came in, Inga said, "I'm giving Becky a
tour of the house."

   "Come on in Becky," Candy said.  Becky came in to see Candy sitting at a
desk with a couple of books on it.  There was the same dresser and night
stand, but the bed was bigger than for the other kids.  It was bigger than
Francine's but not as big as Ben's wives' beds.  There was a small unmade
bed, without any sheets on it off to the side.  It was the size of the
other kids' beds.

   "I hope you like the room, and you enjoy your stay with us," Candy said
with a big smile, while it looked like she was checking out Becky.  Inga
saw that and gave her a look.

   "Come on Becky," Inga said, leading her out of the room.

   "How come Candy's bed was bigger than the other ones?"

   "It was Erika's bed.  Actually, it was Erik and Erika's bed.  That's why
it was bigger."

   They went down to the dining table where they had left their things. 
They went back to working on what they were doing before.  "Are you going
to join the other kids downstairs?" Inga asked.

   "No, I think I will stay up here with you.  That is OK with you?"

   "It is fine, it is nice to have you here," Inga told her with a smile.

   They kept it up until lunch.  After lunch, Becky joined the kids who all
went outside.  They were playing games.  They played red light green light,
`mother may I?' and freeze tag.  They were running all around the yard
having a good time.  Becky was with them.  The girls were wearing their
longer dresses, while Becky was wearing pants just as the boys were.

   Stan and the girls arrived in Las Vegas.  He checked them into a motel
off the strip.  The desk clerk didn't see the girls who waited in the car.
Stan paid for a double room for three people.  They weren't too particular
about who it was checking in.  They had only one suitcase for the three of
them.

   He came back to the car, and they drove off.  They didn't know where
Stan was taking them until they got there.  It was a hair salon.  Stan had
made appointments for the girls.  They could do their hair.  Caroline had
done their hair before the wedding, but to make do for their wedding.  Now
they would have a chance to really get a good hair do.

   Sarah and Rachel each had their own stylist.  They spent some time with
their girl discussing what kinds of cut would be the best look for them. 
They looked through photos of different hair styles to see what they liked
and tried to imagine what they would look like with it.  Once having chosen
their style, the girls were led over to the sinks.  They were reclined and
their heads over the bowls.  This was new.  The stylist washed their hair.
Caroline hadn't done that.

   Having washed their hair, the cutting commenced.  For Rachel she was
going with a layered look, it was feathered with slight curls to add body.
It gave her a fuller look to her head.

   The one who had a big change was Sarah.  She chose a style that was
short, so they cut her long hair down and it was permed to create an almost
Afro type.  It wasn't so large, but there were lots of curls on her.  The
cut, though, didn't extend much below her ears.  Before she had a long
looking face that her hair cut intensified.  Now her hair made her head
look rounder, she lost the rectangular face.  She also didn't have to cover
up the carbuncle on her forehead any longer.  They were all healed and
gone. She could create a whole different look for herself.

   Once the cutting was done, their stylist talked to them about the use of
make up.  Stan listened as the girls were shown different things.  The
stylist even put some make-up on the girls, showing them how to highlight
different aspects of their face.

   They were teaching the girls how to look their best.  But, there was an
ulterior motive to it too.  They wanted to sell him their make-up package.
Stan knew if from the beginning, but he allowed the girls to learn.  He did
get the deluxe kit, but he let it be know, that Sarah would only be allowed
to wear minimal make-up to school, and Rachel none at all.  The package
would be mostly for when they were older.

   Back in Eldon the kids were running all afternoon until Ben and Marie
came home from work.  They all gathered around their dad, and mom, or in
Danni and Chris's case, their grandpa.  They stayed in the yard playing
games until Elisabeth arrived.  It was then that Inga called them in.  They
were sent to wash their hands and settle down a bit before being called to
the dinner table.

   They seemed to take places.  Ben was at the head of the table, with Inga
and Marie on either side of him.  At the other end of the table was
Elisabeth, as though they were king and queen.  Next to Elizabeth was her
daughter, with her kids.  At the other end, Inga had Candy next to her. 
Across the table was Marie with her kids stretched down the table next to
her.  They seated Becky next to Candy.  They were all solemn and quiet. 
Ben said grace.  That wasn't something they did with Stan, or even with
their father.  After grace was said, they were allowed to eat.

   When the kids were finished with dinner, they had to ask to be excused.
If the kids had sometime to do, this was their chance to do it.

   When Sarah and Rachel left the salon, they looked and felt like new
women.  Stan took the girls out to eat at a nice restaurant.  The girls
looked great there.  It was Stan who was out of place, not looking good
enough to be seen with such attractive young ladies.

   Stan was with two of his wives.  After the three of them had dinner at a
small diner.  They went to an early show.  Then it was back to the motel.
Stan stopped at a convenience store and bought three cans of ginger ale. 
When they got to the room.  Stan went and got ice in the bucket, he put the
cans in the ice.  They were for later.  They settled down to watch TV,
sitting on either side of Stan.  At eight-thirty he told them they needed
to get ready for bed.  One at a time he helped them fit shower caps over
their new dos.  Rachel was first, in and out of the shower, then it was
Sarah's turn, finally Stan.  Once the were all done.  He took out the three
cans of soda.  They drank them.  Sarah and Rachel shared the one bed with
Stan in the other.  They needed to be at the day surgery hospital early in
the morning.  He reminded them from this point out there was nothing
further to eat or drink and they would be getting up early to head over to
the day surgery center.  They were off to sleep quickly.

   Back at Ben's place the kids were called back into the living room.  Ben
sat in a high wing-back chair, with his wives gathered around him with his
children and grand children at his feet.  Well, except Candy and Francine,
who sat on a sofa near their mothers.

   Tonight was family home evening.  Ben read from the Bible.  He read the
second chapter of Joshua.  Reading the Bible wasn't something done by her
dad, and Stan hadn't been doing it either.

   When they spoke of Rahab, Becky knew it was the name of her dad's other
daughter from Tamar.  She didn't know about Rahab, or that was where the
name came from.  None of the kids knew what Ben meant when he read that she
was a harlot.  After he finished the chapter, he put the Bible down and the
parents started a discussion among the kids about what happened in the
story and what it meant.  Eden asked what a harlot was.  Ben gave a
definition that didn't get to the heart of what she did.  He was
deliberately skirting what Rahab was.  The conversation lasted an hour. 
They talked about what they thought the story was about.  How Rahab helped
the spies, and how it was a good thing she was doing even though the people
in her city suspected her of doing things against their city.  Then the
discussion was closed.  Francine and Candy brought a bunch of games and
everybody played games together.

   The last game they were going to play was twister.  All the kids played.
Chris was the winner.  He got a little prize from Ben.  The kids all called
for the adults to play, too.  The women would play.  Ben retained his
position as the spinner.  Inga ended up as the winner.  Her prize was that
tonight Ben would come and spend the night in her bed.  That made Inga
immediately regret winning.  She was looking forward to spending the night
with Becky.  She couldn't get out of having Ben visit her, without saying
why she wouldn't want him that night.  Elisabeth realized by the look on
Inga's face what she had planned.  She offered to take in Ben for the
night. But the kids all voted that since Inga won, that she should get her
prize.  Ben being in your part of the house was an honor.

   The children were paraded through the bathrooms before they got their
PJs on.  It was a good thing they had a 300 gallon hot water heater.  They
all came back, and each got a kiss good night from Ben, and their mothers
led them off to their rooms.  Becky was still up with them.  Inga, Candy,
and Elisabeth left in the living room before Francine and Marie returned.

   In the morning, Ben and Elisabeth had work, but Marie was off.  They sat
around thinking what they could do that do the next day.  Seeing Becky
reminded Marie of the time Elizabeth and Inga went hiking with some girls.
Marie asked Elisabeth, "Do you think the kids would like it?"

   "They might, but it would be work for little Joe," Elizabeth said.

   "There is a hot pool there?" Francine asked.

   "Yes, it is warm, but not too hot.  It would be good for a little soak,"
Inga said.

   "We can go in there?" Francine asked.

   "Yes," Elisabeth answered.

   Ben asked, "You've been there Becky, did you like it?"

   "Yeah, the water was nice.  It is pretty there.  Just don't forget your
bathing suits," Becky told them.

   "You had your suit with you then?" Ben questioned her.

   "No, we didn't know."

   He looked over at Inga, then Elisabeth.  "We forgot to tell them,"
Elisabeth told him.

   "But you did go in?" He asked.

   "Yeah we did," Becky offered.  Not knowing it might have been left
unsaid.

   Ben looked at his two older wives.  "So skinny dipping?"

   "Yes," Elisabeth said.

   "It was private enough to do that?" He asked.

   "Yes, no problem," Inga said.

   "I think they should take their suits with them.  If you can separate
the kids, they can dress there.  Since I assume there aren't any facilities
for that?" Ben said.

   "No, there aren't," Elizabeth said.

   "I think we can have the kids turn their backs on each other while we
put our suits," Francine said.

   "Then you have your activities for tomorrow," Ben said.  "Will you go
with them, Becky?"

   "No, I have been there, and I didn't bring a bathing suit."

   "I guess we couldn't have you skinny dipping in front of the other
children," Ben said.

   "I should stay home with her," Inga said.

   "Don't you have the early shift tomorrow morning at the restaurant?" Ben
asked Candy.

   "I do," she said reluctantly.  For sure, her dad knew the schedule since
he wrote it.  She wished that he hadn't put her on in the morning.

   "Well, I think that concludes the day's business.  I think it's bed
time, everyone has an early morning," Ben said.

   Becky looked over at Inga.  She said, "Go with Candy, I'll see you in
the morning."

   They all separated for their respective bedrooms.  Ben walked up the
stairs hand-in-hand with Inga.  Candy and Becky following them, with
Elisabeth bringing up the rear.  She had her eyes fixed on Becky's rear as
they went up the stairs.

   Getting into Inga's room, they undressed and got into the bed.  "I hope
I am not spoiling anything for you," Ben said.  "With Becky here.  I know
how you like the little girls."

   "Don't be silly.  You are my.  husband, you are always welcome in my
bed."

   "Good, I'm glad to hear that.  The last couple of days, I think I wore
out Elisabeth, and it's that time of the month for Marie."

   "Come here, my tiger, and give me what you got."

   A naked Ben got into the bed.  "You want to be on top?" he asked.

   "No you.  You are so manly when you are on top of me thrusting into me,"
Inga said.

   Ben reached out and tickled her sides, and she broke out in giggles.  He
bent over and was planting kisses all over Inga's head as she squirmed from
his tickles.  He settled her down and began to plant his hard cock into her
receptive hole.  It didn't take him long for it all to be over, but both
were satisfied.

   Getting off her and taking a position beside her, he said, "I wasn't
taking away any time you wanted to spend with Becky?"

   "What do you mean?" Inga asked.

   "You're gonna play innocent with me?  I know that you love the young
girls.  I am sure you would love to have her in your bed.  You could take
your time with her.  This would have been a chance to have a girl in your
bed for the whole night."

   "What are you saying?"

   "You didn't go up to that spring and not have bathing suits with those
girls by accident.  Of course you all had them go skinny dipping.  It was
your chance to get those girls naked.  I am sure you and Liz had your way
with them."

   "Ben, I am surprised at you to say such things."

   "Oh, put away the little miss innocent act I've known about you and Liz
for years.  It's just that neither of you were so bold to have one
overnight."

   "How can you say such things?"

   "I've known about you since we were courting, I didn't mind it then, and
I don't mind it now.  I knew what you were then.  Your sister Kristen does
it too.  But you know I am a tolerant man.  I know it runs in both your
families, yours and Liz's.  As long as you aren't so conspicuous, I don't
mind."

   "You don't mind?" Inga said, more than a bit surprised.  He never let on
he knew about her.

   "Of course not.  But look, Grace is living with her aunt Naomi.  That is
pushing things a bit.  Neither of them married.  It does look a little
strange.  I will say at least her brothers Peter and Simon are married with
their wives and kids.  It kind of marks out their family as one who likes
the female gender over the male."

   "I'll give you that.  You have been tolerant, especially with Erik and
Erika," Inga said.

   "They were their own problem.  I had to get them apart.  They were
starting high school.  They couldn't be still sleeping in the same bed.  I
get it, they are twins.  They wanted to dress and look alike.  I let them
wear their hair the same.  They are so much alike you'd have thought they
were identical twins rather than a boy and girl.  Yes, they could finish
each other's sentences, and they felt like they were almost the same
person. But, they were a boy and a girl.  It was getting to look a little
strange, if they were in high school and still shared a bed.  It was one
thing we kept them in the same crib and let them have the same bed through
school.  But, if it was known that they were in high school and shared a
bed, there would be questions about them, and us, too.  It's great that
they love each other so much, but a girl isn't supposed to love her brother
like that.  If they stayed together much longer, they would have gotten
each other's virginity, if they hadn't done that by then."

   Ben continued, "You know Erika was always going to slumber parties with
the other girls, but it was always at their places.  She couldn't have her
girlfriends over here.  She had a boy not only in her room but in her bed.
At least after he moved out, at least then she could host some of those
parties.  I know you were happy about that."

   "What do you mean by that?"

   "You were getting Erika's little girlfriends back into your bed, the
same as you did for Candy's girlfriends.  Good thing both of them are sound
sleepers."

   "You don't mind about that?"

   "I loved you then and I do now.  I accept you the way that you are."

   "Thanks for that, but what about Erik and Erika?  Are you good with them
now?" Inga asked.

   "With them up there, it doesn't reflect on us so much.  I love them, but
they can be a handful.  It sort of explains why Prophet Rutherford has gone
up there more than a few times to try to straighten things out up there. 
They aren't so much polygamous as a more free love thing.  They aren't man
and wives, it's like they are all in like a group marriage thing.  Add to
that, they are all nudists.  That's why he has been having problems with
them.  You know, I think that is part of the reason he allowed Stan to
marry the Christensen girls.  The youngsters, especially the girls up
there, are getting involved in the free love things with the adults.  They
are all so young.  Not as young as the Christensen girls but, pretty young.
You know they are going to have problems when they are in heaven.  How are
you going to be the god of your world when your wives are a bunch of women
who are married to a bunch of other men?  You'll end with lots of gods for
that world.  They'll be like the Hindus."

   "Well, I don't know about that.  I'll leave it to you to worry about the
theology.  I am more concerned with earthly things, and my family."

   "You think that Stan knows anything about what you planned for his
wife?"

   "Why would you ask that?"

   "I was talking to Joe.  He asked Stan when he got back from their
honeymoon if he was having marital relations with them.  Stan denied it.  I
think his words were, `Becky's only eight.  She couldn't be doing anything
at her age.' She is a virgin now, but when she gets older and Stan wants to
have relations with her and he finds out she isn't so virginal, what's he
gonna say?"

   "I think Stan would know if there was anything going on.  He seems to be
a pretty sharp guy.  Jerry did alright with the business, but since Stan
has been here, it seems to have grown.  And he was nice enough to share
that with you with the pay raises and bonuses."

   "He is sharp in business but, I don't know about life.  I think he is
kind of naïve.  I was talking to him.  He didn't know that Jerry was his
father until he came here.  He told me his mother died while he was in the
army.  Before that, she never told him who his father was.  Stan said his
father seems to have been around, but he didn't ever know him.  He said for
what ever reason they never married.  That was why he didn't know Jerry. 
He wasn't even sure who he was.  He showed me a photo.  Stan said it was
him when he was a little boy, and the woman was his mother.  But there was
a man holding Stan as the little boy.  Stan wanted to know if the man
holding him in the photo was Jerry.  It was."

   "Stan said when he was in the army, Jerry dropped out of sight from his
mom. I guess that was when he turned up here.  Jerry said he came west,
here for his health.  I don't know what he had, that the weather or the air
or whatever is better here than back east.  He had said at one time he was
in the army and served in the Pacific in the war.  Maybe it was some kind
of jungle thing he needed the drier air I don't know."

   "Stan didn't put all that together until he got here and figured it out
by looking at the photos.  That's why I say he was kind of naïve."

   "Well, that's Stan, what about you?  You don't mind that I might be
getting some new pussy off of Stan's wife?"

   "No, I'm OK with that as long as he doesn't know.  I would object if you
were getting some new dick."

   "No, yours is good enough for me.  But do you ever want some new pussy?"

   "No, not only are the three of you good enough for me, but if I did get
some new stuff, I would have to worry about knocking her up.  That would
not be good."

   "You could always take a new wife.  Judge Beam has four wives and rumor
says Sheriff Romney took a new one."

   "I could do that, but I got each of you when you were in your early 20s.
I don't know any more women like that around here."

   "If you wanted anything like that maybe you could get one from Erik and
Erika's church up there.  They must have a lot of them there, the way Erika
talks when she calls home."

   "Yes, maybe that's true and it would be good to swap some genes between
the two pools, like they did when they sent Sapphira down here for Ananias.
But would you want me taking another wife?  Even if you were OK with it,
how would Liz and Marie feel about it?"

   "I could sound them out for you, if you'd like."

   "You would have to be discreet about it, I don't want to start any
family rows over it."

   "You know that I can be the soul of discretion.  Next time Erika calls
home I can ask her about it, and see if there are any young single woman
who might be available.  You want young 20s?"

   "That might be best, but you'll need to see what is available."

   "OK, I will, but if you wanted, you might think about a teenager.  Roy
Beam got himself a teenager, and so did Amos Romney.  You can wait on her,
or you could marry her now, and we could use her as a babysitter.  She
could be both wife and relieve Francine of the childcare.  You can keep it
quiet about marrying her, just don't get her pregnant and there wouldn't be
questions.  It can be said that she is here as a babysitter so Francine
could go back to work."

   "I don't know.  You can look into it, but I do know that I have an early
wake up, so I better get to sleep."

   Inga gave her husband a kiss and rolled over and let him go off to go to
sleep.  Inga toyed in her mind about getting another sister-wife.  That
might be fun.  Ooh and if he got a young one, even a teenager, that might
be even better.  While the thought rolled around in her mind, the sandman
got to her, and she was out.

   In the bedroom just the other side of the bathroom wall, Candy was
telling about herself as she lie in the bed with Becky.  "I am studying at
the university.  I want to be a teacher like my mom."

   "Are you gonna teach sixth-grade like her?"

   "No, I have my eyes on a younger grade.  I like working with the younger
kids.  So maybe third or fourth grade."

   "I'm going into fourth grade next month."

   "I heard.  Are you looking forward to it?"

   "I don't know, maybe.  If it will be better than before."

   "I understand you had a hard time before, because of your dad."

   "Yeah, people didn't like me or my sisters because of it."

   "What about the other kids, the ones who weren't in the church?"

   "They made fun of me because of my eyes."

   "That is why you were wearing that eye patch?"

   "Yeah, Stan took me to a doctor when were in Las Vegas, and he said that
in time my eye could be corrected.  I just have to wear the patch, and he
got me new glasses that will help me see better."

   "Wasn't that nice of Stan to do that for you?"

   "Yeah, he is great.  I love him.  He takes really good care of me, and
Sarah and Rachel, too."

   "So you were adopted by him?"

   "No, he is my guardian.  He is in charge of us until we get older."

   "When you get older, do you think you would like to marry him, since he
isn't your adopted father or anything?"

   Becky gasped when she said that.  Did she guess her secret?  Candy heard
the gasp.  "You think you would like being married to him?" Becky blushed
and had a small smile that hid the thought that she already was married to
him.

   "I don't know about that.  He is so much older than me, I don't know
that he would want me when I got older.  Besides, before I get older, he
might find someone else to marry," Becky offered, trying to throw her off
the scent.

   "I did see you kiss him before he left."

   "He loves me, and he takes care of me.  He is taking Sarah and Rachel to
get them fixed.  He's doing it because he loves them too.  He loves all of
us, that's why he took us in.  When our parents died, Delilah was going to
kick us out of the house, and we had nowhere to go.  Not even anybody in
the church wanted to help us, but Stan did.  He saw that we had a place to
go, we had food to eat, he took care of us, and became our guardian."

   "That is very nice." Candy paused a while before she asked, "So, you
know how to kiss."

   "Doesn't everybody?"

   "No really.  But I do, and I am really good at it.  If you'd like, I can
teach how to do it real good.  That way, the next time you kiss Stan, he
will start to think about marrying you when you get older."

   "How do you do that?"

   "Move over here and I'll show you."

   Becky scooted over closer to Candy, who put her arms around the young
girl.  She put her lips to the young girl's lips and gave her a gentle
kiss. Becky gave her back the same.  Then Candy turned up the temperature
of the kiss, a hundred fold.  It wasn't long before she brought her tongue
into play.  Becky opened her mouth for her, and let Candy check out her
mouth.  When she seemed to be done checking her out, Becky sent her tongue
out to do the same in Candy's mouth.

   They kept it up for a while, Candy broke off the kiss, to say, "You are
getting to be a pretty good kisser."

   "I guess you're a good teacher," Becky offered.

   "I am, but you have some natural talent there."

   "You think so?"

   "Yeah, but you know there is more to being married that just kissing."

   "What?" Becky asked, playing dumb.

   "Why don't we undress?"

   "You mean we should be naked?"

   "Yeah, you want to try it?"

   "OK," Becky said, pulling her nightgown over her head.  "Panties too?"

   "Yes," Candy said, as she was taking off the negligee.  Becky noticed
Candy wasn't wearing any underwear.  She got a quick glance at her crotch.
She didn't have any hair there, at least not that she saw.

   "There, isn't this cozy?" Candy asked.

   "I guess," Becky replied.

   Candy took the girl in her arms and began to kiss her.  She was back at
Becky's lips again.  She was wishing she would do like Stan would.  He
would kiss her ears and her neck, that would always make her shiver.  Candy
wasn't so good, she could take lessons from Stan.

   But what she did do was to begin to run her hands over Becky's chest. 
She was checking it out like Stan did.  Maybe she liked flat girls like
Stan did.  She got her chance to find out.  After Candy had their fill of
the girl's flat chest, she sent her lips down to pay their homage to her
chest.  She kissed around the tiny areolas before settling down and kissing
and licking them.  She spent a little time sucking them.  While her fingers
tickled Becky's belly almost like they were too shy to do what they wanted
to do, which was to touch a little girl between her legs.

   Candy broke that off, saying, "Do me now," while she pushed out her
boobs.  Becky looked at them.  They were bigger than Inga's, so maybe her D
cups were from Ben's side of the family.  Francine was big like that, too.
Becky reached out and touched them tentatively at first, then more
confidently.  That pleased Candy, she felt that she was getting a little
girl.  Her first little girl.  She had wanted to do something with a girl
Becky's age for a while.  She never had the chance to do anything with one.
All she had been able to do was watch girls from a distance.  On rare
occasions, she got to see them naked.  She sucked it up into her brain, and
when she was alone, she would masturbate thinking about them.

   Becky caressed them, feeling the fullness of them.  They were more than
Inga's and they didn't have the sag that Inga's had.  Becky felt all around
them.  She wetted a finger and traced around the areola.  That made them
pucker and the nipple to stand up.  There was only one thing Becky could do
to her put her mouth over the closest one.  She sucked on it while her
tongue wiggled on it.

   This girl is a natural, Candy thought.  Becky is better than Candy was
at her age.  She had only a few times to do anything with her older sister.
That is when her brother wasn't at her.  It was a lucky break for Candy
when their dad made Erik and Erika stop sharing a bed.  It was a big bed,
and there was no point in letting it go to waste, so Candy got to move in
with her big sister.

   Too often for her, Erika would have sleepovers with her friends from
high school.  There wasn't much sleeping going in that bed, even if Candy
was in the room watching them.  Neither Erika nor her friends were in the
least inhibited by Erika's little sister in the room and watching them.  A
couple of them teased her, showing off to her.

   Becky, sucking her nipples, gave Candy the courage to do what she was so
wanting to do.  She ran her hand down Becky's belly until she reached her
pussy.  GOAL!  Light up in Candy's mind, she was running her fingers around
a little girl's pussy slit.  Oh, but did it feel good, better than she
thought it would.  They explored the thin lips.  It didn't take long before
they wanted to go between them.  When she did, she found there was moisture
between them.  Her fingers walked up and down that slit.  The more she did
that, the wetter it got.  She was bold.  She sent a finger right up that
tight pussy hole.  Candy found she could get her middle finger all the way
up inside the girl.

   Candy pulled back a bit.  She gave Becky a kiss, then told her.  "You
don't have a cherry.  What happened to it?"

   Becky played dumb, "What's a cherry?"

   "It's a barrier that is closed showing you are a virgin."

   "Every one has one?"

   "Every girl that hasn't had sex yet.  You haven't had sex?"

   "What is sex?"

   "That's when a man, like maybe Stan takes his dick and puts it up inside
you."

   "I couldn't be doing that.  I'm only eight."

   "Well, I guess you are like some of those girls.  They don't have one."

   "Maybe," Becky said.

   Candy went back to kissing Becky while she finger-fucked the young girl.
It was a real question as to who was more turned on by what Candy was
doing, her or Becky.

   Candy moved down to do what she always wanted to do to a young girl. 
She began to kiss a little girl's pussy.  She was planting kisses all over
it.  That grew into kisses with licks thrown in.  Candy was spending a lot
of time down there.  Becky opened her legs more to accommodate her lover.
With that, Candy made it all licks now.  As her tongue touched the tender
lips they were both thrilled.  Not only did Candy find that she liked the
feeling of those lips on her tongue, she got a taste of the love lotion
flowing from within the sweet little girl.  One taste and Candy knew she
was addicted for life.  She was going to have some of that for the rest of
her life.  This was the best tasting thing she ever had.

   She began to lap it like a camel that just spent the last three months
in the desert, whose hump had become a depression.  The more she licked it,
the more she stimulated Becky who was producing that lovely fluid.  Stan
liked it too, and he not only licked up this stuff like Candy was doing,
but he used it to stick his hard cock into Becky.  That was something that
warmed Becky down to the cockles of her heart.  If Candy kept this up it
was going to warm Becky's cockles, maybe even lower, say the sub-cockles
region.

   When she could finally tear herself away from that hole with the stream
flowing out from it, she moved up to the center of Becky's excitement, her
clit.  Candy attacked it with abandonment.  It was an uncoordinated attack.
One minute it was with lips nibbling it, then tongue flicking against it,
then sucking and back to nibbling.  There never seemed to be a pattern to
her work.  Not like Stan, who knew how to progress things bringing Becky up
higher before making her explode in her orgasm.  Candy seemed to be going
at things haphazardly.  In her defense, she never had the chance to do this
with a little girl before.

   Once in a great while Erika would eat her, when she wasn't getting any
from any of her girlfriends.  She didn't require Candy to do it back to
her. Candy got a couple of chances to try, but it seems they were
interrupted every time.  It was almost like their mom knew what was up and
would knock on their door for one reason or another, ending it.

   Finally, she got Becky there, and the girl had her climax.  After a
minute Becky was ready to do it back to Candy.  Becky was excited to do it
for another adult.  She had only the experience at the pool, with Inga and
Elisabeth.  That's not to say she didn't have any other experience, her and
Rachel played some on Sarah's days with Stan.

   Becky took a position crouched between Candy's spread legs.  She was
able to kiss the older girl's excited pussy.  Candy was making her love
juice.  Becky tried it.  It was a little muskier than Rachel's but not bad.
she licked some of it up.  Sending her tongue up into her vagina.  Candy's
wasn't virginal, like it was supposed that Becky's was.  More than one of
the boys at the college had been up there.  That made it easier for Becky
to get her tongue wedged into that tight space.  She used her fingers to
rub Candy's clit at the same time.  She carried that on for a bit, then she
switched and her mouth went to the clit and her fingers came back down to
the pussy hole.  She was running three fingers into her while flicking her
tongue over the clit.  Then Becky just bent down and went full force.  She
took that poor defenseless clit up into her mouth and mauled it.  She was
sucking on it, licking it, even giving a few little nips to it.  Candy
suffered in silence, except she wasn't suffering too much.  She was loving
every nanosecond that Becky was doing that to her, until she had one of her
best cums.  Certainly it was one of the best from a girl, and she had some
from girls.  To her great regret, they were all from girls her own age. 
Oh, how she loved being with a young girl.  The only thing she felt that
Becky could have done better was lick Candy's lower lips.  She didn't do
that.  But she could forgive the girl.  This was likely her first time with
another girl.  For that, she did pretty well, Candy thought.

   Candy glanced over at the clock.  She could see the hands in the dark
from the slight glow of the radium.  It was pastime she should get to
sleep. She had that early shift at the restaurant.

   Stan's alarm woke them at four-thirty.  They dressed and packed what
little they had brought, and Stan put it in the car.  They arrived at the
center just before five.  The girls were led into the room, where they
undressed and put on hospital gowns.  Sarah was to put hers on backwards
with the opening in the front.  They were given hospital IDs to wear.

   While they were changing, Stan was led out to sign papers, consents for
the surgeries and for the financial responsibility for the bill.  Once that
was done, he went back to sit with the girls, who were now in the same room
lying on gurneys.  A woman came in and drew blood from them, a couple of
different tubes from both of them.  Then they sat.  Stan talked to them in
low tones, not only to be quiet for there were other patients there but
also to soothe his wives.  Both the girls were a little nervous.  Stan
moved a chair so that he sat between them and could hold a hand of each of
them.

   The alarms were going off all over the house.  Francine had to get up
and make the breakfast, Ben and Elisabeth were expected at their work. 
Candy was expected, too.  Only Marie, Inga and the kids got to sleep in
some.  Inga was up when Ben left, but she could lie in bed.  It was the
summer.  The best thing about her job was the summers off.  Marie had the
day off.  But then she was on this weekend.

   Francine was working every day as cook and babysitter for her kids and
Marie's.  She didn't mind.  They were good kids, no problems.  She liked
living back home with her dad.  He was always good to her.  He was pretty
tolerant of her older sister Grace, living with their mother's sister.  At
least her big brother was a good member of the church with his wives and
children.

   But she wouldn't mind going back to work.  She loved working with
numbers and the clients at the accounting firm her husband Big Joe owned.
That is, until the day he was coming home after picking up their son,
James, from practice and that 18 wheeler ran the light.  At least it was
over in a second.  No suffering.  Likely, they didn't know what hit them.

   Becky got up and ate with everyone.  But when they were packing up and
heading out for their hike, she stayed behind with Inga.  They were now
home alone together.

   Once everyone had gone, Inga asked, "So what are you going to do today?"

   "I don't know," Becky told her.  She had no plans.  She only brought her
crayons and coloring books, nothing to read or anything.  She did bring a
sketch pad and some charcoal pencils if she wanted to draw.  "What are you
going to do?" she asked Inga.

   "I have more work to do on my lesson plans." Inga was soon surrounded by
books.  Most were the teacher's guides.  She was going through them subject
by subject, planning out a week at a time.  Since she taught sixth-grade,
that meant that she taught everything from art to zoology.  There were
guides for teaching the various subjects.  There were sample tests that
could be used.  All that was in addition to the book material the student
would have.

   Becky wanted to know how it was done.  Inga got the science material. 
She had science class two times a week.  It was after lunch on Tuesdays and
Thursdays.  She showed how there would be lectures, or more rightly guided
discussions, with audio/visual aids.  There were experiments built into the
discussion, so the students got a little hands on with things.  But it was
always something safe.

   A lot of that wasn't of much interest to a young girl.  Inga let her go
back to her coloring.  Becky had to concentrate because she was only seeing
things with her weak eye.  She knew that she had to have the patch on her
glasses for twelve hours every day.  They worked on their separate tasks
until lunch time.

   The morning was different for Stan and his wives.  First, an anesthetist
came in and talked to the girls, and Stan asking questions of them and
explaining what he will do.  They sat waiting a little longer, then Dr. 
Robert came in and talked to them.  He was happy, and he tried to cheer the
girls up.  He was especially friendly towards Sarah since he hadn't met her
in person before.  He retold them what he was going to do, and reassured
them.  He also reminded them that Sarah would be going first.  They would
be coming for her soon.

   They could only sit and wait.  Finally nurses came in to wheel Sarah
away.  Stan gave her a little kiss on the cheek and off she went.  Stan
remained behind, talking to Rachel and holding her hand as they waited. 
After somewhere around an hour, they came back and told Stan that Sarah was
in recovery and everything thing had gone fine.  She would be awake in a
little while.  They would be coming for Rachel soon.  That was a real
nervous time for her.

   Finally they came for her, Stan gave her a kiss on the cheek and told
her would be waiting for her.  Stan was led out to the waiting room.  He
was there about half an hour.  They told him Sarah was awake and he could
come back and see her.  He went and sat with her another 15 minutes while
the nurses monitored her.  Then they came back and talked to her.  She felt
well enough that they let her dress.  She had a dressing over her
breastbone.  If was a thing with gauze down the middle with a kind of tape
along the edges holding it in place.

   Stan was out while she dressed.  He was given the discharge
instructions, what was the normal course and what things to watch out for.
When she was dressed, she came out to the waiting room while they waited on
Rachel.

   It took another hour before a nurse came back to say Rachel was in
recovery and she was doing fine.  Another 15 minutes and they said she was
awake and they could go back and see her.  They continued to monitor for
another 15 minutes.  Rachel felt well enough to dress.  Stan stepped out
while Sarah helped her sister get dressed.  Rachel had a large dressing
over her nose and it extended to her upper lip.  Her nose was packed so she
would have to breathe through her mouth for the next few days.  She had
some dark circles under her eyes.

   Dr.  Robert came out and explained that Rachel would have two black eyes
and this was normal, the black eyes would fade over the next week.  Her
nose was packed so she would need to breathe through her mouth.  If her
throat got dry, she could suck on some hard candy.  If it got sore, she
could have throat lozenges.  She was to leave the dressing on until he saw
her next week.  For the next couple of days it was best if she had a liquid
diet or at most soft foods she didn't need to chew much.  Stan was given
the rest of the discharge instructions.

   Inga made lunch for the two of them, sandwiches with a few cookies and a
piece of fruit, all washed down with a glass of milk.  Becky sat back, her
tummy full.  She was a bit bored now with her coloring book, having been
working on it for a couple of hours now.

   It was well after lunch time for Stan.  None of them had anything in the
morning, so they stopped at a fast food drive-thru and got something to
eat. Rachel was limited to a shake and some soft serve ice cream.  It was
just as well she didn't feel like eating much.  With their food they could
eat as they drove.  Sarah, having fun feeding Stan, especially french fries
while he drove.  Rachel ate and just wanted to sleep on the trip back.

   Inga was all in favor of taking a break.  It was still a while before
Marie and Francine would be home with the kids.  She was going to get
dinner started before too long.  But Inga had a little time before she
needed to start that.  She tried to draw Becky into a conversation, as
Becky was just sitting there bored looking.

   "What else do you want to do?" Inga asked.

   "I don't know."

   "Did you bring anything else besides your coloring book?"

   "I have my sketch pad.  Do you want me to make a drawing of you?" Becky
asked.

   "You can do that?"

   "Sure I do it all the time."

   "Go get it, you are going to draw me?"

   "Yeah, where's my other stuff?"

   "Is it up in the room you slept in last night?"

   "I'll go look."

   Inga followed her up.  That's where it was right with her overnight bag.

   "Come on let's go to my room." Inga led her to her bed room.  She sat
down on a chair.  "Is this good?"

   Becky sat down on the bed and looked at her.  "Yeah, that'll do." Taking
off the patch of her glasses.  She was going to need both eyes to do the
drawing.  She opened the pad to a blank page.  She looked at Inga a long
while then began to draw.  She would make a few lines, then look back at
her model.

   Trying to entice the girl Inga asked, "Does anybody see your drawings?"

   "No, nobody wants to see them I'm not very good."

   "I'll bet you are.  What would you think it I posed for you with my top
off?"

   Becky thought about it a minute looking at her.  Inga wasn't sure what
she was thinking.  Had she gone too far?  Finally Becky said, "Yeah, it
might be easier that way I don't have to draw your top the way it is."

   Inga sat up more and quickly shucked her blouse than the bra.  She gave
a little rub to her boobs to make them feel freer now that they were out of
her bra.  It also stimulated her nipples a bit.  She was hoping that would
interest Becky.  She wouldn't mind a little play with the girl before she
had to go down and get things ready for dinner.

   Becky went back to work.  She was working now a little more quickly. 
She used the edge of the pencil to shade in areas.  There were bold strokes
here and there.  She would look up at Inga and back at her work.  She would
sometimes stick her tongue out of her mouth, almost biting it.  She seemed
to be unaware she was doing it.  It would go back into her mouth when her
hands were back working.

   Becky was getting through it.  She thought that she was about finished
with her drawing.  "I think it's done," she said.

   "May I see it?" Inga asked.

   "Yeah, it's your drawing."

   Inga came over and looked over Becky's shoulder.  She was shocked.  It
was a very good drawing.  She had seen adults in drawing class that
couldn't do that well.  Becky was only going to be a fourth-grader next
month.  She would have to pass on to Mrs.  Carr to encourage Becky's art
work.

   Before much more could be said or done.  They could hear someone moving
around downstairs.  Inga looked at the clock.  Candy was home from work. 
Inga pulled on a top that wouldn't show that she wasn't bothering to put
her bra back on.  Then the two of them headed downstairs, before Candy came
up looking for them, knowing her, Inga knew she would.

   Inga headed into the kitchen and began to prepare dinner.  Becky was
right behind her.  Inga would give her little tasks to do to help out. 
Really, they were just getting things set up, Francine would be in and take
over, perhaps assisted by Marie since she was home.

   With dinner half done, Francine came in and took over, with Marie
helping her.  Ben was home and spent a little time with Marie's kids, which
were his, and Francine's, who were his grand kids.  They all clamored for
his attention and they got it.  Becky was on the periphery of that.  She
wished her father had spent time with his kids the way that Ben did with
his.  But now she had Stan.  He gave her and her sisters all the attention
they could want, and he was so good to them.  He was even now taking them
to the doctor and getting them fixed, just like he got her new glasses and
her patch that was making her eye better.

   For dinner, they all sat in the same place.  It seemed like they were
assigned places.  Again, Becky ended up next to Candy, just down from her
mother.  Ben said grace, then the eating commenced.  Once dinner was over,
the kids went off to play games.  Becky joined in with Eden, who was the
girl closest to her age.  All too soon, it was time to get ready for bed.
The kids lined up for showers in their respective bathrooms.  Becky was
included in that parade.  It didn't take long for everyone to be ready, and
the line up began to come out and give Ben a goodnight kiss.

   Francine and Candy sat up with Ben and his wives, part of the time they
watched the TV, sometimes they talked with Ben about what ever issues that
were on their minds.  More than once, Becky caught Elisabeth looking over
at her with a smile.

   The Costellos got home, no one wanted more to eat.  All were tired from
a busy day.  They all wanted to go to bed.  They joined Stan in his bed,
one wife on either side of him.

   Soon enough, it was time for bed for the adults in the Cartwright
household.  Marie said she was still on her red days, which is why she
didn't go in the water at the spring.  Ben knew that Inga was looking
forward to time with Becky, so he went off with Elizabeth.  Candy looked at
Becky, hoping, but it was in vain.  Inga took the girl by the arm and led
her to her room.

   Once inside the room, she locked the door.  "We can't have anybody
walking in on us now, can we?" Half as a question, half as a statement.

   "No we can't," Becky said.  She was already in her nightgown, just
wearing her robe over it.  Inga was still fully dressed.  She didn't make a
full production of taking her clothes off, but it was a little bit of a
striptease for Becky's sake.  Once she was nude, she slipped into her
bathroom for a little rinse off, before she walked back into the bedroom
nude.

   "You're a little over dressed for bed, don't you think?" she said to
Becky.  Who allowed her to take off her bathrobe.  As Becky moved, she
could see that the girl was wearing underwear to bed.  That would never do.
She said to her, "Underwear to bed?  That would never do." she pulled Becky
over to her and reached up under her gown and pulled them down.  When they
got to Becky's ankles, she stepped out of them.  "There now, that is so
much better," Inga said as she pulled Becky into the bed with her.

   "You have been married for a couple of months now.  How do you like it?"

   "It's OK."

   "Only OK?  Doesn't Stan treat you very well?"

   "Oh, he treats me real good, and my sisters, too.  He's real nice."

   "So, you're glad you're married to him?"

   "Oh, yeah."

   "Does he treat you like a wife?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "Does he like to make love to you?"

   "You mean like you taught us?"

   "Yes, just like that."

   "Oh, no we're too young for that," Becky tried to put up the front that
the girls had all been told to do.  Stan wasn't having sex with them, they
were all too young.  He would wait until they were older before he did
that. In the meantime, they were all virgins.  That was the story they were
to tell to anyone who knew they were married.

   Inga knew better.  "I know that is the story you're supposed to tell,
but I know different.  Stan all but admitted to me that he planned to take
all three of you to bed.  I know that Sarah has been picking up her birth
control pills from Elizabeth.  She has been taking them.  That means that
Stan is taking her to bed, and he has implied that he was having or wanted
to have Rachel.  Plus, when he asked me to keep you overnight, he rightly,
I might say, believed that I would take you to bed.  He gave his implicated
permission for you to be here in my bed.  You can't tell me after that.  He
isn't making love to you, because I know better."

   "Do we have to talk about him?" Becky asked as she scooted up close to
Inga.  So close that she was able to give her a kiss on the woman's lips.
That was all Inga wanted or needed to know.  The time for talking was over,
now was the time for action.

   She grabbed her girl tight and pressed her lips to the little girl. 
This was so good.  It was also so illicit and so naughty.  Inga loved it
when it was taboo.  She hadn't been so thrilled since she used to sneak
Candy's little friends out of her room and into Inga's when Candy would
have a sleepover with her friends.  Good thing that Candy was such a sound
sleeper, she never knew her little friends were missing part of the night.
She had always felt lucky that way, and that Ben never seemed to want her
those nights.

   The kisses with the girl quickly turned hot.  "She's been practicing,"
Inga thought.  That was good with her.  Their tongues were quickly in
action, and what action?  She was hotter than any eight-year-old had a
right to be.  Inga couldn't contain herself.  Her hands were all over the
girl.

   One thing they weren't in was inside her nightgown.  That was off the
girl, pulled over her and flung onto the floor.  Her tongue was in the
girl's mouth while her hands were all over her.  Eventually, they settled
on the girl's flat chest.  Inga loved it like that and loved having them as
they grow in.  She fondled them with a touch that bordered between a caress
and a tickle.  That was alright with Becky.  That touch was lighting her,
she was getting hot.

   Inga might need to put that fire out.  But she didn't have any water to
put on that fire.  The only thing she had that was liquid was her saliva.
She spread it on Becky's chest, but it was like gasoline and just made the
fire hotter as she spread that saliva across her chest with her tongue.

   She eventually settled on the areolas that have been calling out to her,
trying to entice the woman to them.  She did what she wanted with them,
licking them, kissing them and sucking on them.  Sometimes it seemed she
was doing all that at once.  If that wasn't enough, her hand was working
over the one her mouth wasn't on.  She was pulling on them, pinching,
stroking them.  She was using a wetted finger on them, trying to keep them
in line until her mouth got over there to take care of them.  They were
rather unruly.  Inga had to switch her mouth back and forth between them
frequently.

   It was questionable as whether it was doing any good with that fire. 
She needed to try something else.  Her fingers found their way down to the
girl's little pussy.  It was so hot.  But hot as it was, it had its own
fluid leaking out of it.  But that pussy water wasn't doing anything to
dampen that fire.

   The only thing Inga thought was to try and take away that water, maybe
it would evaporate on her tongue.  Maybe it would cool off the girl.  Inga
wasn't sure it was cooling the girl off, it sure was heating up the woman.
She lapped up that pussy water because she found that she was so thirsty.
It seemed only that water could satisfy her.

   Her tongue was all over that girl's special place.  Becky was loving
what the woman was doing to her.  Without thinking about it, she was
spreading her legs as wide as she could.  She was pushing up her hips at
Inga's mouth.  Her body was on automatic.  She was feeling the way that
Stan could make her feel.  She knew that she was going to peak.

   Inga was now working on the clit that was there.  It was bigger than any
eight-year-old would have a right to be.  But there it was, and there was
nothing that Inga could do about it.  She had to suck on that thing the way
she would suck Ben's cock.  She wrapped her lips around the thing.  She was
sucking on it, while she flicked her tongue against it.  She even moved her
mouth in the same way in miniature, the way she did Ben's horse-sized cock.
She brought Becky to a nice climax.  She had better, but this was pretty
good.

   Inga backed off and began to kiss her little lover, then asked her, "How
was that?  Did I do as good as Stan?"

   "You were pretty good.  But there is one thing I really liked about
Stan. He could get in me.  I felt so full.  It made me feel so good."

   "Would you like me in you?  I have something you might like." She went
over, and opening a drawer, she pulled out something.  She waved it at the
girl.  "I got something that does that for you."

   Taking the things, she put on a harness then fitted a flesh-colored cock
into a holder in the front of it.  She squirted out something from a tube
on to the cock and rubbed it up and down that fake cock.  She did it in a
way that Stan did when he was getting ready for her.  He sometimes had to
do that when he got soft after he did Rachel, and it was now her turn.

   Becky knew what to do, she lied back and opened her legs.  That was an
open invitation to enter her.  Inga was never one to turn down an
invitation from a little girl.  She moved over on top of the girl.  She got
into position and guided her new found maleness and slid it home.  It went
in slicker than snot.  Becky was ready.

   Inga began to hump the young girl.  This was fun for both of them.  Inga
wished she could feel through that dildo.  She wanted to know what the
inside of Becky's pussy felt like.  For her part, Becky could feel what it
felt like.  This was pretty good, but she liked Stan's tool a little better
because his was warmer, and it seemed to move better than the hardened
rubber phallic that Inga was using on her.  But, she wasn't about to
complain, it was working her toward another climax.

   Inga was basically in and out, which wasn't bad, but it didn't have the
moves that Stan had.  She didn't do the moves he had.  He rotated his hips
one way like a corkscrew.  Then he would go to the other like he was
unscrewing himself.  Inga wasn't varying her depth and speed the way that
Stan would do.  But for Inga's short comings, she was reaching that spot
inside Becky, and she was also doing a great job doing this to her clit. 
All that was moving her closer and closer to another peak.  Finally she got
it.  She flung her arms and legs around the woman as her pussy contracted.
Those waves of contraction could often set Stan into his own cum.  But
those waves couldn't be felt by Inga's version of a cock.  But it didn't
matter.  Inga liked the idea that she just got another little girl off. 
That was almost as good as getting off herself.

   Inga got off the girl.  She removed the harness and was able to pull out
her temporary male member.  She brought it up to the girl's mouth.  She
invited Becky to clean off her juices she had left on the tool.  She did
so.

   She went back to kissing the girl.  Shoving her tongue into the girl's
mouth as though she was trying to reclaim those fluids from Becky's pussy.
She was never one to turn down kissing.  When she was with her sister she
wished Rachel was more into kissing, but with her lip the way it was, she
understood.  But the king of all kissers was Stan.  Not only could he do
special things with that tongue, but he also spent time on her ears and
neck, places Becky loved to be kissed.

   She had her hands on the woman's breasts.  They weren't as big as her
daughter's but they were bigger than Sarah's, so that was something she
didn't get at home.  She fondled them, playing around with them.  It had
been some time since they had gone to the spring and this was her chance to
play with those boobs again.  She wanted to try them out again.  But that
wasn't the only thing she wanted to try out, she wanted down on that pussy.
She moved down between the woman's legs.  She was kissing and licking the
woman in that special place.

   Becky was having a whale of time, and what she was doing wasn't bad for
the woman.  She was kissing and licking that mature pussy, but she wanted
more.

   Soon enough Inga broke off the kissing and told the girl, "I want you to
do the same thing to me.  I want you to use my cock on me."

   "I don't know if I know how to do it right."

   "Oh, you know how to do it.  It'll be like when Stan does that to you."

   Inga helped Becky get the harness on, but she didn't use the same dildo
that she was using.  She went back to that drawer.  She pulled out a much
bigger tool she fit into the harness.

   "That's big," was Becky's comment.

   "It is about the size of Ben.  It will feel better for me.  Come and get
on top of me." Becky mounted her.  She began her motions.  After a few
minutes, she was getting into it.  She tried to do some of the things that
Stan did with her, rotating her hips, varying the depth and speed.  Inga
was getting one heck of a ride.  If this girl got what she was giving now,
then Stan must be one hell of a stud.  Becky was one heck of a lucky girl.
Becky kept giving it to her until Inga popped, and her climax threatened to
over come her.  It was only with great reluctance she got the girl to stop
humping her and climb off her.

   "We need to get to some sleep.  Your husband will be coming for you in
the morning." She gave Becky a hot but short kiss and the two lovers went
off to sleep.

   In the morning the Costello wives woke up feeling better, more rested,
but very hungry.  Rachel, when she looked in the mirror and saw her black
eyes, was very distressed, was crying sorry she had the surgery and her
face was ruined far worse than it had been before.  It took a bit of
talking by Stan to convince her that this was all normal and she would be
fine before long.  She was rather dubious about what Stan was saying, but
she loved him and trusted him.  She wasn't thrilled to know she couldn't
have the dressing off until next week, when she would need to go in to see
Dr.  Robert again.

   Stan figured Sarah shouldn't need to cook.  They could eat from the
restaurant.  Stan called over to the Cartwrights, he figured they were all
up already.  He told Ben, who answered the phone, that they were going to
get take out from the restaurant and wanted to know what Becky wanted.  Ben
invited them all over for breakfast there again.  But Stan knew there was
no way Rachel was going out looking like she does.  He begged off, saying
the girls weren't feeling up to it, that is why he was getting take out. 
Becky gave her order.  Stan phoned in the orders then was off to pick it
and her up.

   On getting home, Becky was glad to see her sisters but was a bit taken
back by Rachel's black eyes and swollen nose with its large dressing.  Soon
enough, things went back to normal in the Castillo household.

   It was a week of waiting until Rachel went back to the doctor.  This
time Becky could stay home with Sarah, as Stan and Rachel would leave early
in the morning and be back before dinner time.  Sarah was home to watch
over Becky.  If she needed it, she could call on Inga for help, but Sarah
could handle most things.

   On the appointed day Stan and a sleepy Rachel headed out at five in the
morning.  Stan drove while Rachel slept in the back seat.  Once they got to
Las Vegas, Rachel couldn't wait to see Dr.  Robert.  She wanted that big
dressing off her face.

   Her black eyes were fading.  She was glad of that.  He took her in an
exam room.  With Stan looking on, he removed the dressing and the packing.
Rachel felt a whole lot better already.  Dr.  Robert let her see her face.
It was still a little swollen, but he promised that would go down.  But she
could.  she her face had a whole new appearance.  Swollen or not, it looked
better than it did before.  He put a smaller dressing back on it, to help
reduce the swelling.  She could remove it at home in five days.

   She was so happy.  She told how when Sarah took off her dressing, they
could hardly see her scar, it was almost totally gone.  She was one happy
girl, too.  Stan shook the doctor's hand and with Rachel leading the way,
she bounced her way out of the doctor's office.  A quick stop for lunch
before the drive home.  They made it before dinner time.  Her sisters were
pleased to see the new wonder that was Rachel's face.  But not half as
happy as Rachel.

   They could all agree Stan always did good for his wives.

   The End

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