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 My Three Brides

   Part 6

   Summer `83

   Stan spent more time at home.  He didn't have much to do at his
business. He could do what he wanted over the next year.  He did look over
the things Jerry was doing.  He also looked at the old Dodge that Jerry
drove.  It wasn't much, and it didn't run so well.  But Stan figured he
could get it running better.  He had to buy some tools to do that.  That
was how he spent his days.  He would work at home, on the car or
supervising things from the businesses.

   The missionaries had come over, and he enjoyed their visits.  They took
him through their full set of lessons.  There were things Stan liked, but
there was one thing Stan couldn't get over, there being more than one God.
When he was young, every week at mass, they would repeat the Apostle's
Creed.  It was drilled into your head that there was only one god, and no
man was going to become a god.

   Stan could appreciate the polygamy part of their church.  He sure
enjoyed the times he had with all the girls in New York in bed together. 
Just like the young girls he knew in Europe.  To be able to have a bunch of
different girls and not have them get mad about it, that would be nice.

   He came a few times to their church services.  They were much different
from mass at a Catholic Church.  He met some of the people, they were very
nice to him.  He saw several members of the Chamber there.  One Sunday
after the service, Judge Beam cornered him and got to talking to him,
extolling the advantages of being a member of the chamber.

   Stan decided that he would join the chamber.  The next day, he went down
to their office, and talked to the staff.  They told him that there was a
person they could buddy with him to help them with the ins and outs of
working in Eldon.  He was paired off with Ananias Christensen.  Stan had
seen him, if not met him the day members of the chamber came to greet him.
He saw him at the church too, but they hadn't spoken.

   Ananias was a baker and had a shop in town off the main drag.  He baked
different breads that the grocery stores carried.  He also baked various
sweets, donuts, pastries, and the like.  He would also make cakes, and
cakes to order.

   He was an older man.  It turned out that he was paired with Stan because
he had been friends with Jerry.  After talking with him a while, he got the
feeling he was on the outs with the chamber, or at least with some members
of it.  Stan got on with him well.  It turns out they had a common interest
in music.

   Stan was tired of eating his own lousy cooking.  He was going to need to
learn to cook.  There weren't any bookstores in town.  The nearest was in
Reno.  There were a couple of books in the library.  They didn't have much
of what he wanted.  He went to Marie.  He wanted to know from her about
cooking.  He spent time following her around in the kitchen, seeing how she
did things.  She explained about the basics.  They talked about various
dishes and how to make them.  There were things she liked to make for her
family, but wasn't on the menu here.

   That gave Stan an idea.  He asked Jethro to come in on his day off, at
the end of Marie's shift, so that he could get his two main cooks together
when they weren't busy in the kitchen.

   "What do you think of creating a daily special?"

   "What would that be?" Jethro asked.

   "I could be what ever you wanted it to be," Stan told him.

   "So we could make something, whatever we want?" Marie asked.

   "Yeah, you have something you would like to make, and you think the
public might like to eat.  We can try it out, see what people think.  If
it's something that is liked, we can price it out, see what we would need
to charge for it."

   "Would we have daily specials?" Jethro asked.

   "We can have one special every day, or we could go with a special of
this week and next week we have something different.  Or only have a
special on one day a week.  It is kind of up to you.  It depends on you. 
You two are our main cooks.  Of course, we'll get Adam's input too.  But, I
wanted to see what you think of that.  You three can talk amongst
yourselves and see what you think."

   Stan ended the meeting hoping to hear back on his idea.

   Over time, he had other ideas.  He asked Ben and Joe about getting a
movie channel.  They already had cable for the TV.  They agreed that it
might help bring in more guests.  Stan asked his new buddy, Ananias, about
getting a new sign for the motel.  He also wanted to modify the billboard
on the way into town to mention the cable TV with free movies in the room.
He also got things going with a billboard on the east end of town to catch
travelers headed west.  Maybe on the other road, on the north and south
ends.

   They started the specials.  They had a dinner special and later a lunch
special.  It seemed to increase the traffic coming to the restaurant. 
After the billboards had been up a while and the new sign advertising the
free in-room movies.  That seemed to increase the occupancy rate by maybe
one unit each night, Ben felt.

   He was down at the chamber meeting and he overheard a conversation
between Sheriff Romney and a highway patrol office about the trucks passing
through town that were overweight.  The trucks were getting caught at the
scales.  It cost the truckers a lot of money in fines.  It also cost them
time to redistribute the load.  To them, time was money.  If they were
stuck somewhere having to redistribute the load, it meant they weren't
moving.  Moving was what made them money.

   Stan talked to Matt and Noah about putting in some truck scales in a
part of the land they weren't using.  Between them they tried to figure if
the truckers would use it, and if they did how much they should charge. 
Ananias helped him get that going.  It took a few weeks for word to get
around among the truckers about the scale.  It became popular among them.

   Since that worked, Stan talked to Matt, Noah, and Ben about the cost of
diesel and the price they charged.  They were only making three cents a
gallon profit.  But it was the same price the other stations were charging.
Stan asked if they cut their profit by two cents, could they make that back
by increased volume in sales?  It became a hit with the truckers.  They
could get weighed and buy fuel cheaper at "Jerry's Gas." Stan had decided
to keep the name in honor of his father.  Another change he made was to get
new pumps that allowed for the pay at the pump.

   There was that empty space in the station where the unused service bays
were.  There were convenience stores in the city, but for truckers, it
would be hard to get into their parking lots with their big trucks.  Stan
consulted with his two service men and Ben.  They agreed that it would be a
good use of the space.

   The bays were cleaned out, the hoist that didn't work was taken out. 
They put in new floors and a new glass front where the service doors were.
Stan needed to hire some more people.  He was going to be open 24 hours. 
His new night man was Mark, working the grave yard shift.  He got a high
school kid, Tom, who had just turned 18 to work Mark's days off.  He hired
a couple of other young guys to work the weekend, days and evenings.  That
gave Matt and Noah weekends off.  They liked that.

   The store had a lot of snacks and other little things, packs of
medications, some small grocery items.  They got a cooler and had cold
sodas and dairy products.  People could get small things without having to
go a big supermarket.  He had more trade with people coming into the
station.  Ananias suggested that he also carry beer, that he felt it would
be a big sales item.  Ben didn't think it was a good idea.

   When Stan had a chance, he asked Ben why he shouldn't sell beer.

   "It is marketing things to our people, things they shouldn't be using.
We have coffee in the rooms, but you know people of our faith don't drink
hot drinks like that and we don't take caffeine.  We offer it to people who
aren't members of our church.  Our guests are travelers.  I wouldn't want
to see it marketed where our people would see."

   "The store has other things that contain caffeine, and other things your
church doesn't approve of.  But we want to make things available to a wide
audience, truckers and others who come to the gas station.  Besides, it
actually was Ananias' idea about the beer, and he's a member of your
church."

   "You're right, he is a member of our church, but you might have noticed
that he isn't well liked in the church."

   "Yeah, I did, but I thought you were supposed to accept everyone."

   "We have something called the word of wisdom, and we follow it.  Ananias
has been causing trouble about it for a long time.  He is wrong and he
won't admit it, nor will he drop it.  He is always causing trouble about
it."

   "I had the lessons with your missionaries.  There is a lot I agree with
you on, but you know I don't buy everything about your church."

   "We appreciate that, and you have been supportive of our programs.  We
know that you have given money to our charity drives, and the businesses
have supported them."

   "This is just business, Ben, nothing personal, but I think I am going to
go with getting a liquor license."

   Stan went to his new friend Ananias about how to get the liquor license.
He guided Stan through the process to get approved.  That caused them to
spend more time together.  Besides business, they talked about music.  It
turned out that he played bass.  He hadn't had anybody to play with for a
long time.

   Stan suggested they play together, just jamming together just for the
fun of it.  They agreed and set a day and time.  Stan would come over the
Ananias' home.  He had a lot of room there.  Turns out he had one of those
large houses Stan saw, with the separate wings out back, like little
apartments.  Those wings are where his wives lived with his kids.

   Stan came over with his guitar and amp and set up.  Ananias had his bass
out along with his amp.  They talked about a few songs that they both knew.
They began to try to play them.

   They soon drew a little crowd.  They were his three wives and his
children.  They played for a while.  When they took a break, Ananias
introduced him to his wives.  His first wife, and the woman he was legally
married to was Delilah.  His other wives; Tamar and Sapphira were his
spiritual wives.  They were married in the church, but the state did not
consider them married.  But he and the women considered them as married,
and the church did too.  There was even a junior fan section.  They were
Ananias and Sapphira's daughters, Sarah, Rachel, and Rebecca.

   The audience didn't last long as they quickly ran out of songs to play
that they both knew, but they got to talking and showed each other
different songs they knew.  They decided since they liked the same sorts of
music and liked playing together, they would do it more often.

   Before Stan left, Ananias had a suggestion for Stan.  There was a
circular given away at visitor's centers, located at the place where you
first crossed the state line.  Stan could place an ad in there and give a
discount when the ad was presented.  He took the idea to Ben.  He agreed to
try it.  They could track how many people the ad brought in and see if it
was worth continuing.  It turns out it did.  Now the motel was full most
every night, and the restaurant was buzzing every morning and evening with
travelers from the motel eating before heading off or coming in.

   Since Ananias was a baker making donuts and other treats, Stan suggested
that he carry some of his pastries on the menu at the restaurant.  They
went over well.  Now Stan was buying them from Ananias and selling his
wares.  It was a win for both of them.  It cemented their relationship even
further.

   They got together a few more times, playing together.  One day when Stan
came over to set up, there was a drum kit there.  He asked Ananias about
it. He told Stan that the kit belonged to a young man from the high school
who played drums and wanted to sit in with them.  They spent time together
working out a set of songs.  They got a mic and Stan became their singer.
It took several months, but they began to get it together that they had a
little band.  It was interesting that there was an older man old enough to
be Stan's dad, a young man not quite young enough to be Stan's son.  They
decided they would be "The Generations."

   They rehearsed at Ananias' place.  That brought Stan over there often.
In being there, he got to know his family.  His first wife Delilah was an
older woman, only a couple of years younger than he was.  She was quiet and
Stan felt not overly friendly.  He saw that in the way she treated her
sister wives.  Stan had the feeling that she resented them.  That kind of
surprised him.  He hadn't ever seen jealousy among the wives before.  He
knew Ben's wives, and they seemed to get along fine.

   Stan learned that she worked for the state at the weigh station.  Since
Stan had put in his truck scales, fewer trucks were overweight.  There were
fewer fines given out.  She felt that Stan was cheating the state out of
money, even if Stan's scales were better for the roads.  Stan had the
chance to talk to Ananias about her.  He confided that she resented that he
took other wives, though she was raised polygamous and knew those things.
Her other big problem, he said, she had fibroid tumors in her uterus and
couldn't have children.  She had hoped that if she gave Ananias children,
she could gain his love.  But when Tamar came along, she resented the new
wife.  That only grew when Tamar had her children.  When he took his third
wife, that sealed her poor dispossession.

   His second wife, Tamar, was a woman in her late 40s.  She had been a
very attractive woman in her prime, which was how she caught Ananias' eye.
She was friendly and out going too.  She was very good at working with
people.  In the bakery, she was the one who served the public.  Stan
learned that she had two children.  Her son Perez was a little older than
Stan, or at least he would have been.  But, he got drafted and sent off to
Vietnam.  He was killed there.  Stan was sorry about that, but he was more
sure that he had done the right thing, or he could have met a similar fate.
She also had a daughter, Rahab.  She had become the plural wife of a man up
in British Columbia.  There was sometimes an exchange of brides, so they
didn't interbreed too much in a community.

   That exchange of brides is what brought Ananias, his third wife:
Sapphira.  She wasn't the most beautiful of women, like Tamar had been. 
But she had to be the thinnest.  She was also the youngest.  She was the
age same as Stan.  She had three daughters.

   Her oldest was Sarah.  At twelve, she could be loud and rambunctious,
she was not one to sit still.  She always wanted to be doing something. 
She was always set on getting her own way.  She liked sports and was very
competitive.  She could be demanding but quickly backed down when
confronted by her parents and followed directions once she had been taken
in hand.

   The second daughter, Rachel, was nine.  She seemed to be the scholar
among them.  Her grades were such that her parents bragged about them.  But
she remained modest about them.  She could use her intellect to outwit her
older sister and negated her bossiness.  She seemed to be especially good
at science and liked history.

   Finally, there was their third daughter and Ananias' baby, Rebecca, at
seven.  She was a daddy's girl, if there ever was one.  She wasn't quite as
bright as Rachel, but she wasn't dumb by any means.  She was quiet and
sensitive.  She liked to draw, and for seven she was very good at it.

   All three girls were fans of the band.  It was odd that the girls liked
Stan as much as the drummer, Judah, though he was much closer in age to
them.  He would have to admit, Judah wasn't much to look at.  He was very
gawky, and a bad case of acne.  Stan still had his good looks, so maybe
that helped.

   The band got gigs, they played at the local Elks and Moose clubs.  They
did the high school dances, which required them to learn a lot of new
songs. But Judah was their man getting them those new songs.

   Over the course of the next few months, they had gigs around not only
Eldon, and Pine Martin County, but they sometimes went up to Winnemucca.

   One thing Stan liked about owning a restaurant was he could go there on
Thanksgiving and have a turkey dinner with all the trimmings and not have
to be eating turkey the rest of the week.

   He was in the supermarket on the evening of Black Friday.  As he awaited
his turn to check out, he did a little checking out of the woman in line
ahead of him.  She was petite, just like he liked them.  She wasn't buying
too much, but it looked enough to a week's groceries.  She tried to use her
credit card.  It wasn't working.  She didn't have the cash to pay for it.

   Stan said, "Here, put these things on the bill.  Just bag them separate,
and I'll pay for them."

   "Thanks, but I don't know if I could let you do that."

   "Why not, it's the season for giving, isn't it?"

   "If you only knew," she said with a little laugh.  "Thank you," she said
with a smile.

   They took their bags, and she started to walk away, a different
direction from the parking lot.  "Don't you have a car here?"

   "No.  I walked here."

   "On these slick streets, with those bags?  I can't let you do that. 
Besides, its cold out here.  Come on, I'll give you a lift."

   "Alright," she said, and followed Stan to his car.  He put both of their
things in the trunk.  She told him how to go where she was headed.  "What's
your name sweety?" she asked.

   "Stan."

   "Nice to meet you Stan, I'm Heidi."

   Giving him driving directions, she had him turn into the parking lot for
the Four Queens.  "You live here, I mean work here?" Stan said in surprise.

   "Actually both.  Does that bother you?" she asked.

   "No, it doesn't.  I'm just surprised."

   "I don't look like someone who would work here?"

   "I don't know.  I didn't have any expectations about how someone from
here would look."

   "If I look alright to you, you can come on in.  I'll give you a little
tour.  I take it you've never been here before?"

   "No, I mean, I knew about your place here, but I haven't been here
before."

   She took off her coat and put it up.  Stan got a look at her.  She was
even more petite than he thought at the supermarket.

   They went in and she put the things away, then led him around.  One of
the things she showed him was the bar.  He saw prominently displayed a
bottle of rum.  She saw him looking at it.  "You like rum?  If you do, that
is produced here locally, and it's pretty good."

   She led him back to her room.  "You know one good turn deserves another.
Would you like to take a ride?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I saw you looking at me.  You like what you see, don't you?"

   "Are you offering me a, how you say, `a ride' like I think you mean?"

   "Yeah, how about it?  I can give you a fifty/fifty or a double if you
are up to it.  Normally that would be $200, but since it's, as you say, the
season for giving and you're such a nice guy, I'll make it $100."

   "Sounds tempting," Stan said.

   "Then come on, let's do it.  There are a couple of things first; I have
to do an inspection, and you have to wear a condom, state laws."

   She got down on her knees and opened his pants.  Stan wasn't fully hard,
but he was getting there.  She looked him over.  She knew the signs of the
STDs, there weren't any.

   She quickly stripped.  Stan did the same.  He looked at her.  When she
took off her bra, her cups said it was A cup.  There was foam padding to
fill out the cups, so in reality she was less than an A.  Her pussy was
hairless.  That got to Stan.  But, he said to her, "You sure you're
eighteen?"

   "I don't look it, do I?  But I am.  It looks like you like that," she
said looking at his hard cock.  "Do you want me to be your little girl,
daddy?"

   "I don't know about that," Stan said.

   "You know I can be a pretty naughty school girl for my teacher.  You
just might have to make me stay after school.  What grade am I in?"

   "You've a bad little fifth-grader," Stan said with a questioning look.
Would she go for it?  That was pretty young, he knew.  He didn't know why
he picked that grade.  Maybe because Rachel had just turned ten and was in
the fifth grade.  Why even her, who knows.

   He reached over and grabbed her.  He gave her a kiss, that sort of blew
that whole teacher/student thing.  "I don't normally kiss," she said.  Stan
laid a couple more on her, and she stopped long enough to say, "What the
hell," and went at it with him.  He was good.  He likes them real young,
she thought.  There are all kinds.  She was just going with it.

   He was doing her neck and her ears.  It had been so long since he had
given anyone pleasure.  His hands roamed across her small chest.  He had
her nipples between his fingers, tweaking them.  They weren't very big,
maybe the size of half a blueberry.  The surrounding areola was just a dark
pink circle that extended only a small fraction of an inch beyond the
nipple.  That was a great berry he was enjoying eating, as he had his mouth
on it.

   Stan dropped down and was having himself a time.  He moved her up on the
bed.  He began to eat her.  It was normally her who was the one doing the
oral.  This was a fantastic change for her.  In spite of herself, she was
getting wet.  That didn't happen with any guy, she normally used a gel to
get ready for him to enter her.  He was licking up and down her bare lips.
It turned her on so much.  When his tongue dove between her lips, she was
in heaven.  His tongue was wiggling everywhere she liked to be touched. 
Her wetness was becoming more pronounced.  The only thing he did about that
was to be licking it all up.  When he moved up to her clit, she wasn't far
from losing it.  He was licking it like an ice cream cone melting all over
the place.  He plopped his mouth on the clit, and without stopping the
flicking of his tongue, he sucked her clit into one hell of an orgasm. 
Damn, he was good.  Normally she would fake an orgasm as his sign to stop,
so she could move on to the next guy.  But it wasn't fake with him.  With
the house mostly shut down because of the holiday yesterday, she didn't
have anybody else lined up as next.  She could take her time and enjoy
this.

   He moved up and got over her.  He kissed her again, and she could taste
herself on his tongue.  She hadn't ever done that with a man before, a few
women, yes, but never a man.  This was great.  She took the condom and put
the end of it on his hard cock and unrolled it over him with her mouth. 
She gave him a blow job through it.  But he pulled her up short.  He took a
couple of seconds to catch his breath and turn down the level on his cock.

   Then he moved over on top of her.  She guided him in.  She whispered in
his ear, "I'll be a good girl and not cheat on my test again."

   "You're damn right, or you'll have to repeat the fifth-grade again, and
I'll make sure I am your teacher again." He set a rapid pace, but she was
able to keep up, as they bounced their hips at each other.  She felt he did
it for spite once in a while.  He changed the rhythm and the depth he was
going into her.  Just when she thought another cum was going to happen, he
messed things up.  But it only served to drive her to a higher pitch. 
After her cum was denied three times, he finally let her have it.  Did she
ever have it?  This one had to take the cake.  She had been a pro now for
six months, ever since she turned eighteen, and that's not even mentioning
the five years she was doing this on an amateur basis.  This was the best
ever.

   She led him back to her shower and let him wash the sweat and body love
off of him.  He came back, and dressed.  "So I owe you, $100?"

   "Forget it, it's on the house.  You were nice enough to buy for me, and
damn but you're one hell of a stud.  If you're not married already, you
will make a great husband to some lucky girl one day.

   The band moved out of Ananias' home for practice and over to his bakery,
there was lots of room in the back where the ovens were.  Stan discovered
there were more than ovens back there.  Ananias had a still.  He was making
rum there.  It was all fully legal.  He had a license to produce it.  He
showed Stan a bottle.  He recognized it from the bar in the house.

   Stan asked him about it.  "Ben says that you have the `word of wisdom'
that you all keep.  He says that it says that you can't have alcohol,
coffee or tea, or anything containing caffeine."

   "That's true.  They have it, but it wasn't part of the church in the
beginning.  The whole point of reestablishing the church was to get back to
what we were doing in the beginning.  The word of wisdom they follow was
something added later by Brigham Young.  Joseph Smith himself both drank
and sold beer.  The point in our breaking with the church in Utah was to go
back to what the church did in the beginning."

   "Is that what you all have been arguing about?"

   "Yes, I have the documents to prove what I say, but they don't want to
see it or hear it.  How can you be zealous for the lord if you only follow
part of his word, and follow the words of men at other times?  We try to
follow, or at least I do, follow all the lord's teachings.  That's why we
follow polygamy, and I don't follow the commands of men."

   "It's nice that you stand up for your beliefs.  I admire you for that,"
Stan said.  "Now, let's make some noise," he said, starting a song.  Back
in late fall, Sarah had her birthday.  She requested that Stan play at her
birthday party, just him.  She didn't want the band.  What to get for a
girl turning thirteen?  He wondered.  She loved baseball, so he got her a
softball mitt and her own bat.  She was always on her father to play catch
or pitch to her.

   When it came to her birthday during the winter, Rebecca wanted him to
play for her, as she wanted a party too.  She was turning eight.  Lately
she had been into drawing.  He got her a small sketch pad and pencils.  The
other thing he got her, since she already had Ken and Barbie dolls, he got
her Midge, Barbie's friend and Skipper, Barbie's younger sister.  She
immediately announced them as Ken's plural wives, since he was already
married to Barbie.

   Stan found that the trucks that traveled through town sometimes would
breakdown or have other problems.  The heavy trucks that hauled ore from
the mine had occasional problems, too.  Stan knew all about heavy diesel
motors, having worked on big trucks and even tanks.

   He checked around, and the chamber helped him.  There were several
places to fix your car in town.  One was a chain franchise, but they only
changed oil, sold tires or rotated them.  Another was a muffler shop.  They
did exhaust and breaks.  Another did radiators and air conditioning.  There
was one that did the whole car, but it was run by an old guy.  He had more
work than he could do.  Take your car to him and it will be a long time
before you get it back.  The only other things to do was take it to a
dealer.  But there were no new car dealers in Eldon.  There was nobody who
could do anything about big trucks.  Stan saw a niche that could be filled.
Stan would open his own car and truck repair shop.  That was something he
had always wanted.  Besides, it would help keep him out of Ben's hair.

   Again, it was Ananias who helped out.  He told Stan that there was a
large empty building near his bakery that was open.  It had been a
warehouse for a company that folded.  Stan was able to get it for next to
nothing.  He got a large tow truck to go with the new shop.  He had to buy
a whole lot of new tools and some machinery and he also had a hoist built.
He was able to use some of the old parts from the one removed from the
service station.

   It took a little time to build up the business, but the truckers all
knew him and his reputation with them grew.  His business with them grew.
He talked to the mine owners and made a favorable impression on them.  He
did likewise with the timber company, when they were hauling trees they
were able to cut from the forests.  He wasn't swamped with work, but he had
things to do.

   Spring `84

   Stan was working in his shop when Ben called over said a man was looking
for Stan.  He left a name and a number.  Ben passed it to Stan.  It was
James Wilson.  He hadn't heard from him for sometime.  Stan called him.

   When James came on the line he said, "I have some news for you.  We
succeeded in bringing down Johnny Rossi and his whole organization.  They
are all now in prison and will be for a long time.  The unlucky ones are
dead.  That includes the few survivors from the Gambini family.  I think
you can be pretty sure of your safety now."

   "Oh, that is great news."

   "Now you won't have to live there in Eldon, if you don't want to.  You
can return to New York, if you like.  I know Jerry had always wanted to do
that."

   "You know, James, I have a nice life here.  The businesses are doing
well.  I recently opened a new business, something I always wanted to do. I
have my own garage.  I enjoy working on the cars and the people here have
become my friends.  I think I'll stay here."

   He was tempted to tell him that he now knew Jerry was his dad, that was
why the things were left to him.  But James knew that Geraldo was his
mother's uncle, and it wouldn't look good, him getting his niece pregnant.
So he thought better of telling him.  "Thanks so much for letting me know
and for taking them out.  The country is safer with your service."

   "Thank you for that.  If you need anything in the future let me know,
and if anything new comes up, I'll let you know."

   "Fair enough, James, thanks so much," then Stan hung up the phone.  That
was a weight off him.  Stan was free of any constraints and he could go
where he wanted.

   One place he wanted to go the next time there was any slack time with
his work was to the new National Park that was opened up nearby.  He was
glad to see lots of tourists there.  That meant more potential customers
for his businesses.  Stan did have to do a little double duty, when Ben
went on his vacation.  To keep up the work at the shop, he was able to hire
a young recent high school graduate, John, to do the simple jobs at the
shop.  But Stan still had to come in for the more complex work.

   It was in early spring, Stan was working in his shop.  There was a
tremendous explosion that rattled the windows of Stan's shop.  He rushed
out from inside to see what it was.  He saw flames coming from the roof of
Ananias' shop.  There was glass in the street from the blown out windows.
He rushed over there, there were flames coming from the back into the shop.
He could see a woman lying on the floor of the shop.  He went in and
dragged her out.  He went back in again, he saw Tamar lying near the back.
He pulled her out as well.  By then the county sheriff's were coming and
Stan could hear the sirens of the fire truck.

   They began to work on the two women Stan had pulled out.  He knew that
Ananias was often in the back working at the ovens or with his still. 
Sapphira was usually there with him, but flames where shooting out from the
back into the front of the shop.  He ran outside looking to see if there
was a way to get into the back.  He opened a back door.  It was a mass of
flames.  Worse, opening the door gave more oxygen for the fire.  The
firemen were hosing down the place as they tried to make their way in.

   Stan told them that likely Ananias and Sapphira were in the back.  Two
men tried to go in to get to them, but the flames were too intense and they
were driven back.  It took a while for them to knock down the fire.  When
they could go into the back, they found Ananias and Sapphira, both dead. 
Tamar and the woman who had been in the shop were taken to the hospital. 
But Tamar died before even getting her there.  The woman was badly hurt but
still alive.  They stabilized her, then took her to the airport.  An air
ambulance was coming, it would take her to Salt Lake City where they had a
major trauma and burn center.  Stan heard later she lived.  He was credited
with being a hero for saving her.  He heard later her name, she was Eleanor
Day.  Stan was very distraught that he couldn't save Tamar, Ananias, or
Sapphira.

   Delilah, as Ananias' legal wife, she was called to the scene.  She was
forced to break the news to Sapphira's girls that their parents were
killed. The girls were overcome with grief.  They were totally devastated.
Delilah didn't seem to pay much attention to their extreme emotional needs.
There was no attempt on her part to comfort them.

   They all lived in the same house, and Delilah was now charged with being
their mother or at least caregiver.  She fixed their meals and tended to
them as minimally as possible.  While they did have a place to sleep and
eat they had no one to help bind up the psychological wounds.

   Ben's wives tried to help, Elizabeth the doctor, did her part and Inga
the teacher also helped.  But this was going to be a devastating loss for
the girls.  Delilah wasn't any help to them.  She had Ananias buried with
his wives on either side of him.  She figured she was done with him.  Her
next step was to collect on all the insurance she could, life, and fire
insurance.  Once she had that money in hand she planned to sell the house.
She could do that as Ananias' legal wife, and only surviving one.  She
planned to leave.  One thing she wasn't taking with her were those girls.
She was free from her husband.  These were the children of his other wife.
She had no duty to them.

   She announced in their church service that the children must move out of
the house by Friday.  She was selling it, and moving.  She did not want
them with her.  Legally she had no claim to them, nor they to her.  Her
husband wasn't married to their mother, so she wasn't legally their
step-mother.  She had no legal claim on them or obligation to them.

   That set off a panic in the church.  Who would take the girls?  Some
urged that they be split up and sent to foster care.  There was nobody in
Pine Martin County who could care for one of those girls let alone all
three.  Since neither Ananias nor Sapphira were well liked in the church,
no one wanted to take them in.  Delilah wanted them out by the end of the
week.  If they didn't have a place to go, too bad for them, she didn't
care. They were going to be out one way or another.

   On Friday Stan had come by the motel office to see how business was
going.  Ben and Joe were talking about the girls and their situation.  This
was the first Stan had heard of the problem.

   "So what are they going to do with them?" Stan asked.

   "Nobody knows, but they need help," Ben said.

   "Nobody wants to take them," Joe said.  "That's the problem."

   "Why not?" Stan asked.

   "Nobody liked their parents and to tell you the truth nobody much liked
their kids either," Ben said.

   "I can't believe that.  Where's all your talk of christian charity and
taking care of your church members?"

   "You don't understand how deep the animosity the church felt towards
them.  I think a lot of people would feel like Delilah and be glad they are
rid of them," Joe said.

   "No matter what you might think of the parents, those girls are really
not that bad."

   "You know them better than the members of the church?" Joe asked.

   "Maybe I do.  I've been around them when I played and practiced with
`The Generations,' They were always around.  I've been to their birthday
parties.  They even requested that I play at their parties, so yeah, I
think I do know them.  When do you ever see them, I should think only at
church?" Stan said back to him.

   Joe and Ben realized it might not be a good thing to argue with their
boss.  "Are you interested in dealing with them?" Ben asked.

   "I hadn't thought of it, but maybe I could.  I can at least feed and
house them, which is their most immediate need now, isn't it?  I don't have
room in my house for three girls.  But then I do own a place that has lots
of rooms, and a place they could eat." Ben said, "Are you suggesting we
have them here?"

   "Why not?  We give them a room, and they eat next door."

   "That will cut down on the profits by giving away a room, and increase
expenses by feeding them," Ben said.  "The profits will be down by doing
that."

   "All the operating costs are covered.  Everyone is getting paid?"

   "Yes, we are.  But like I said, it will cut down on the profits."

   "You've said that, but the profits of the businesses are mine, right?"

   "Yes, that is true," Ben coincided.

   "Then if I put them up, it only hurts me, right?"

   "Yes," Ben agreed.

   "Then I want you to arrange for them to have one of our double rooms. 
It might be best if it's on the lower level, just in case they are a little
noisy.  You wouldn't want a bunch of kids stomping around on over your head
when you're trying to sleep."

   "If that is what you want," Ben said.

   "It is, and I'll ask you to inform the staff next door that they will be
eating there, and the bill comes back to here.  We'll take it out of my
profits.  I can live with it." Stan said.

   "Yes, sir," Ben said.

   "Get a room ready.  Where are the girls now?" Stan asked.

   "They are over at our church right now.  Delilah has already pushed them
out," Joe said.

   "Call over there if you can and tell them I'm coming to get them.  Have
them get their stuff together."

   Stan drove over and found them under an overhang near the front door. 
They were huddled together.  Sarah was holding Rebecca in her arms, as the
girl was crying.

   Stan pulled up and got out of the car.  He walked up to them.  "What are
you doing here?  It's not Sunday," he said, trying to lighten things up.

   "Delilah left us here.  She made us get out of the house.  She said she
is going to sell it and move away, and she doesn't care what happens to
us," Rachel said, nearly crying.

   "I care what happens to you.  I can't have you sleeping here on the
church doorstep."

   "But we don't have any place to go," Sarah insisted.

   "Sure you do.  You're coming with me," Stan told them.

   "With you?" Rachel asked.  It looked a smile was trying to break through
the sad face she had.  "Where?" she asked.

   "I'll take you back to my motel.  They are getting a room ready for you
right now.  Is this all your stuff?" he said, looking around at a few paper
bags from the supermarket with their clothing in them.

   "No," Sarah said.  "Delilah wouldn't give us more than these bags to put
our stuff in."

   "We'll see about that.  Let's get you and your stuff over to the motel."
Stan helped them load the bags into the car.  He drove over and went in. 
Joe had a key ready.  Taking it, he went and opened the door.  They moved
their things from the car to the room.  "This isn't all of your things, is
it?" Stan asked, sure they must own more than the little bit of clothes in
the few bags.

   "No, Delilah wouldn't give us anything more for us to pack into," Sarah
said.

   "We'll see about that.  Do you have a way to get into your house?"

   "I have a key." Sarah said, pulling a key on a string from around her
neck.

   "OK.  Go get in the car.  We'll go get everything else." With the girls
in the car, he went to the restaurant and picked up boxes.  Putting them in
the car, he drove to their house.  Sarah opened the door with her key. 
They went to their rooms carrying in boxes, and began to fill them with
their toys and games, clothes they didn't have room for in the bags, and
every other thing.  He told them they could take their pillows if they
liked, but to leave the other bedding and furniture.  They managed to get
it all in the boxes they had with one left over.  The car was about
overflowing, especially with Sarah's giant stuffed Pluto.

   Stan had thought of one more place they should get things from.  He led
the girls back in, this time to their mom's room.  He told the girls to go
through her things and to take anything they wanted except the clothes. 
They could come back later and get them.  They could be given to the church
if they wanted them.  One thing Stan was looking for was their birth
certificates.  He found them and took them.  Sarah had found her mom's
photo album and took that.

   As they were finishing, Delilah came in, "I thought I told you brats to
get out.  What are you doing in this room?"

   "They are here to get their mother's things," Stan told her, coming out
of the bathroom.

   "They have no claim to them," Delilah said.

   "Sure they do.  These things belonged to their late mother."

   "Everything in this house is mine, and the house itself, for that
matter. It belonged to my husband, and he's dead, god damn his soul.  Now
it's all mine." The words spewed out like venom.

   "They have every right to them.  He wasn't married to her according to
the law, therefore you have no claim on things she possessed.  Perhaps you
would like Sheriff Romney to come out and we can discuss that with him,"
Stan snidely suggested.

   "Take this crap and get out of here," Delilah said about shrieking,
reaching up like she was going to pull her hair out.

   "We'll be back for furniture for the girls later," Stan said to inform
her, but also as a threat.

   Once back in the car, he drove instead over to his house.  "You can't
have all that stuff in the room back there.  We'll keep it here.  It'll be
safe here." He had them all unload all the boxes into his second bedroom.
Sarah insisted that Pluto to go with her.

   "Can't we all stay here?" Rachel asked.

   "There isn't enough room for you here.  I have only two bedrooms and you
can see this one isn't big enough for the three of you.  You'll be better
off over at the motel.  Are you hungry?" To that, there were three nodding
heads.  "OK, let's go get something to eat."

   They piled back in the car and went over to the restaurant.  They ate
well, even Rebecca was smiling after they had dessert, something their
mother never allowed.  They all drove the short walk back to the motel just
so Stan would have his car with him.

   He went into the room with them.  He showed them how things worked, the
TV, and the shower.  "OK, now you girls don't stay up too late."

   "Where you gonna go?" Rebecca asked with teary eyes.

   "I'm going home."

   "You're just gonna leave us here?" Rachel asked.

   "You're not alone, see." He had them pick up the phone and called the
office.  When Joe answered, he told them they weren't alone.  Somebody will
be there.

   "I'm afraid," Rebecca said.  "Can't you stay with us?"

   "Where would I sleep?" Stan said, trying to appeal to them logically.

   "Right there," Sarah said, pointing to one of the beds.

   "And where are you going to sleep?"

   "Here," Sarah said, pointing to the other bed.

   "All three of you?"

   "Yes, please stay.  I don't want to be alone.  It's strange here.  I
don't like it." Rebecca said.

   "She never liked strange places, and since mom and dad are gone, she
doesn't feel safe," Sarah answered.

   "OK, I will for tonight.  Go get ready for bed," Stan told them.

   The girls dug out their night gowns and, one by one, headed off to the
bathroom.  They came back freshly showered and a little happier.  They all
crowded into the one bed.

   Stan let them watch TV for a while.  They discovered the two movie
channels and began to watch that.  It was something they didn't have at
home.  Stan let them stay up a while then told them it was bed time.  They
turned off the TV, and in short order, they were all asleep.  Stan got up.
He intended to try to slip out, but Rebecca woke up.  She said she was
scared.  She wanted Stan to hold her.  He got into the bed and allowed her
to curl up next to him.  He didn't mean to, but he fell asleep with her
arms wrapped around him.

   They got up the next morning and wanted to watch cartoons for a while
before they went over to eat.  Now that he was spending time with them in
such close proximity, he had a chance to really look at what he had seen
without seeing.

   Sarah had some kind of mole or carbuncle under her lower lip near the
point of her chin.  There was a second one on her forehead.  That one she
kept hidden under her blond hair.  But she couldn't hide the one on the
right side of her nose.  There was another one on her left cheek.  She
hated them.  The other people around her weren't fond of them, either. 
They made Sarah feel ugly.  To a degree, she was.

   Her hair was cut with bangs across her forehead, down to just above her
eyebrows.  The rest of it reached down to her shoulders.  All of it
emphasized her rectangular shaped face.  Her eyes were blue like her
sisters and her mom.  Her nose was a bit long and thin.  He could also see
she was having some issues with acne.  She was five foot four inches.  She
was the most stout of the three, which wasn't saying much.  She was just
over ninety pounds.

   Rachel, he knew, spoke with a bit of a lisp.  Her nose was misshapen, it
was flat and the two sides didn't look symmetrical.  Her upper lip looked
kind of mangled and wasn't very full with a scar through it.  Even her
teeth in the front on top didn't look quite right.  He never thought about
it before, but thinking about it now, he realized she had a cleft palate.
Her face seemed slightly more rounded look than her older sister.  She had
blond hair like her sisters.  Hers was long and flowing down, often in a
ponytail behind her head.  It reached down to the bottom of her shoulder
blades.  She was only four feet, seven inches, and thin at fifty-five
pounds.

   Rebecca's most prominent feature were her glasses.  She wore them
because she had an astigmatism.  Stan could see that her right eye looked
like it was a bit crossed, too.  She too, had that rectangular face.  She
wore her blond hair short.  Stan thought she could have passed for a Beatle
hair cut, from about 1964 or so, it was that short.  she was short at three
foot ten inches, and thin at forty pounds.

   The girls were not the most attractive girls he had ever known by a long
shot.  The blonds from the Netherlands would leave them in the dust.  The
dark-haired girls from Bavaria, and from New York, were all far better
looking.

   The girls watched their cartoons.  They were different from the ones he
watched growing up.  No Yogi Bear, Huckleberry Hound, Bugs Bunny or Road
Runner, and for sure no Beatles.  He let them watch for a while before they
made their way into the bathroom to change clothes and head over to
breakfast.

   Since he hadn't planned on spending the night there, he didn't have a
change of clothes.  All he could do was take a shower and dress again in
the clothes he had on.  At least the day shift would be different from the
night shift.  They wouldn't see that he was wearing the same clothes.

   Breakfast accomplished, they went back to the motel and were going to
watch TV.  Stan went home and changed clothes and went to check out storage
places.  The first place he went to was his own work space.  The girls all
had their own beds, and they shared a large desk.  There were dressers for
them but few other items in their room.  He figured that he could fit it in
the back and it wouldn't be in the way for now.

   He would take them to church tomorrow and see if he could round up a
couple of bodies with a pick up truck and go get their things.  He could
store them here.  He instructed the girls that when they wanted lunch, they
could go next door and eat.  Sarah was worried about getting the check and
not having any money to pay it.  Stan told her that they could have
whatever they wanted and there would be no check, so nothing to worry
about.

   Stan was gone most of the day, moving things around and getting things
taken care of at his house.  He came back about dinner time and they all
went over to eat.

   After dinner, Stan walked them back to their motel room.  Sarah asked,
"Are you going to stay the night again?"

   "No, yesterday was a one-time thing, just because you were new here. 
I'm going to go home.  I will be back in the morning.  We'll go over to
breakfast, and then I'll take you to the church."

   "Who's going to be with us?" Rachel asked.

   "You don't need anybody here.  Luke, the evening man, will be here until
one in the morning, then Ezra will come in.  He would be here at five. 
I'll leave you my number and if they aren't here, you can call me.  OK?"

   "I guess we'll be OK, but would be better if someone were here.  I don't
think Rebecca will like us being here by ourselves," Sarah said.

   "I don't!  I want someone to stay with me.  I don't want to be alone,"
Rebecca said, then broke out in silent tears.

   "It'll be alright.  There is someone in the office and when there's not,
you can call me."

   "I want my mom and dad," Rebecca said about crying.

   "I can't get you that, but I'm trying my best for you.  Delilah didn't
want you there, so I have a place for you to stay.  I will make sure you
have something to eat.  It'll be alright." Stan told her as he sat on the
bed.  She was leaning into his arms, her head on his chest.

   "You'll be back in the morning?" Rebecca asked.

   "Yes, I promise.  You go put on your nightgown and get ready for bed."

   "Will you wait for me and tuck me in?"

   "Yeah sure," Stan told her.

   She jumped off the bed and grabbing her nightgown ran into the bathroom.
He could hear the toilet flush, then water running.  She came back out. 
She climbed into the bed.  "I'm ready," she said.

   Stan went over had tucked her in one side of the bed.  Rachel said,
"Wait for me," and dashed to the bathroom, PJs in hand.  She emerged a few
minutes later.  Placing her clothes neatly in her paper bag, she got into
the bed.  "OK, tuck me in too," she said.  He did just that.  He had them
both tucked in.

   Rebecca said, "Can I have a good-night kiss?" Stan leaned down and gave
her a kiss on her cheek.

   "You need one too?" he asked Rachel.  She nodded her head.  He walked
over to the other side of the bed and gave her one, too.  She pulled her
arms out from under the covers and gave him a hug.  When she laid back
down, he repositioned the covers and tucked her back in.  He looked over at
Sarah.  "Do you need to be tucked in too?"

   "No, I can manage," she said.  She had the other bed to herself, except
for her giant size stuffed Pluto she was planning to sleep with.

   "OK, Sarah, get everyone up, showered, and dressed for church.  I will
be by here at eight, and we will go over to eat and then to church."

   "OK," she said.

   "Good night girls," he called.

   He got a chorus of "Good Night Stan," from the three of them.  He pulled
the door shut, which locked the door.

   He took them over to the church and they scurried off to the children's
church.  He went in and sat down in the main sanctuary.  He saw Ben and his
wives, Joe and his.  He noted that Sheriff Romney was there with his wives.
Even Judge Beam was there.  Stan noted he had four wives, or maybe a couple
of older daughters sitting with them, he wasn't sure.  There was one looked
much younger than his other wives.  That one was another he was pretty sure
was a daughter.

   The service was typical, some member of the congregation would get up
and give a talk.  He referenced a couple of Biblical passages, but to Stan
it was just using it to justify what he was saying, rather than giving an
expansion of the text or a homily based on it.  That was about the usual of
the services here.  They sang a few hymns and said a few prayers to
heavenly father.  Not much to the service.  Soon enough, it was over.

   Ben and his wives came over to say hi to Stan.  He knew of them but
hadn't met them before except of course Marie.  Ben introduce his other
wives.  Elizabeth, Stan could see she was older with dark hair.  Inga was a
little younger and a blond.  Marie, who was also dark haired, was the
youngest.

   Sheriff Romney came over to shake Stan's hand.  "It is a very nice
thing, you taking in the Christensen girls like that."

   "It was a shame what Delilah did," said one of his wives.

   "Are you going to adopt them now?" the sheriff asked.

   "I was just giving them a place to stay." Stan said, surprised at the
question.

   "We can't keep them there forever," Ben said.  "It's a business.  They
can't live there."

   Elizabeth said, "You can't just house them there.  They need a place to
live with a family.  They are young girls.  They really can't fend for
themselves."

   "If you're taking them in, you'll have to deal with them emotionally,
too.  You can't just give them a place to sleep and somewhere to eat, and
call it done," the sheriff said.

   "You also have to think about the legal things, too.  What if they need
medical care, who's going to authorize it, or pay for it?" Elizabeth asked.

   "There is so much you have taken on," Inga said.

   Perhaps regretting what he had done, Stan said, "Maybe I shouldn't have
done it, but I just couldn't leave them sitting on the church's doorstep.
Why weren't one of you taking care of them?"

   "I admit we failed," Ben said.  "It was hard for us to deal with the
Christensen family.  There have been so many negative feelings held by so
many of the members of the congregation towards that family.  It was very
difficult to deal with Ananias.  No one would have anything to do with him
if they didn't have to do it.  Honestly, it almost had to be someone who is
outside of our sphere to take the girls.  No one would want to have to deal
with anything of Ananias', that includes his girls."

   "So you're saying it couldn't be one of you, so I'm it for them?"

   "Pretty much," the sheriff said.

   "How long do you expect me to be taking care of them?" Stan asked.

   Elizabeth said, "I would think until they are married."

   "What do you mean until they're married?  You all don't have some way to
take care of them?  I would think at least when they're eighteen, they can
go out on their own."

   "That isn't how it works around here.  Just because you are eighteen,
you don't leave the home of your father and go out on your own.  Even if
you are away at college, you are still under his authority.  It remains
that way, until you marry.  Then, as a wife you will be under the authority
of your husband.  That is how things work around here," the sheriff said
with emphasis.

   "If that's how it works, maybe I ought to just marry them, then they
will be under my authority.  You won't have to worry about anything.  I'll
be in charge of them.  Then none of you would have to deal with them." Stan
said it out of his anger at their lack of caring for the girls.

   "You would do that?  Take them all as your wives?" Inga asked a little
surprised.

   "Sure why not?  You all have multiple wives, why can't I?" Stan said,
heavy with sarcasm.

   After a pause, the sheriff said, "I guess it could be done."

   "Hold on, I was joking," Stan said.  "You wouldn't let me marry three
girls?"

   "The problem isn't so much the number of girls," Ben said.  "Three can
be done.  It is a question of their ages.  But, if you're willing to have
such young wives...  maybe it can be done."

   "Wait, you would let me marry those three girls, young as they are?"
Stan said, stunned.

   "I'll talk to the judge," Sheriff Romney said.  He got up and walked
off.

   "Do the girls like you?" Inga asked.

   "Yeah, I guess they do.  Rebecca and Rachel asked for a good night kiss
before I left last night.  So I guess they like me well enough.  I've been
around them when the band practiced.  I've been to their house.  I know
them at least a bit.  They seem comfortable with me.  I do like them," Stan
conceded.

   "I've seen you at the restaurant, you seemed good with them, and from
what I could see they like you too," Marie added, smiling at Stan as though
giving her approval.

   "I think you would be good for them," Inga said.  "They would need
that," she added.

   The sheriff had returned with the judge.  He sat down with them. 
Sheriff Romney said, "It has been proposed that Stan here marry the
Christensen girls.  What do you think of that?"

   The judge thought a minute.  He looked at Stan.  "You want them, all
three of them?"

   "I guess they come as a package deal," Stan said.  "I can't let them
just be dumped on the street.  Isn't there some foster care around here?"

   "No, not in Pine Martin County, they would have to go somewhere else.  I
don't know anywhere in the state that could put all three in the same
place. They would have to be split up," the sheriff said.

   "That would be unfair to the girls.  They didn't do anything to deserve
this.  Yet they will get the punishment of having their parents die."

   "That's why it makes sense that you marry them, Stan," Elizabeth said.

   Judge Beam spoke, "I see some problems here, if he were to do that. 
First problem: can he marry three girls?  In our church, that can be done.
But Stan isn't a member.  He would have to become a member.  That would
solve that problem.  Second problem: the girls are rather young.  How old
is the oldest?"

   "Thirteen," Stan said.

   Judge Beam thought a minute.  Everyone sat in silence waiting.  Finally
he said, "She is old enough to marry, in the state of Nevada, with parental
consent.  Which we know isn't going to happen.  Or, the other way is she
could have a judge's permission.  That would be on me in this case.  The
question how can he marry the other two?  That is a question for the
prophet, since he isn't a member of our church.  But even if Stan here did
marry them, it wouldn't be recognized by the state.  For him to have
authority over them, he would have to have some kind of guardianship over
them.  If you are granted guardianship then you can marry them.  Your
authority over them then is based on something other than being married to
them.  Again, that is something a court can grant.  Are you willing to be
the guardian of them and marry these three girls?"

   "I don't know.  Maybe, but if it would take care of their problems, then
yes."

   "I think if you did do that, you could provide for their emotional
needs," Elizabeth said.

   "You would be giving them a place to live and provide for their physical
needs," the sheriff said.

   "It would provide for their future," Ben added.

   "You think I should be doing this?" Stan asked.

   "The question is, do you think you should be doing this?" the judge
asked.

   "I do like them and I care about them.  I want to see them taken care
of, but I'm not sure."

   "How old are you, Stan?" the judge asked.

   "I'm thirty."

   "I would think that is old enough, or even around here, past time, that
a man should settle down.  I am sure those girls could, in time, make fine
wives for you," the judge said.

   "So you're saying that you would give the court's permission to marry
Sarah?"

   "She's the oldest one?"

   "Yes."

   "I would be prepared to do that.  But before I do that we should talk to
the prophet and see what he says about marrying the other two.  We don't
normally allow girls so young to marry.  But I think this is a special case
and he would know the mind of god on this.  He would be the one to give
permission for a non-church member to be marrying in our church," the judge
said.

   "What about what the girls think?" Stan asked.

   "The girls know to follow what the prophet says," Ben said.

   "I guess that settles that," Stan said, not thinking of any other
arguments.  He hadn't thought of marrying the girls.  But he could do
worse. Besides, they might make good wives, like the judge said.

   "I'll call the prophet tomorrow," the judge said.  "In the meantime, I
think it best we keep this amongst ourselves," the judge said.

   True to his word, he did call the prophet Caleb Rutherford.  He would
come out the following weekend and talk to everyone.

   Stan then got some volunteers to go over and pick up the furniture from
the girl's room.  They labeled what belonged to whom.  They took both
Sapphira's and Tamar's clothes to donate to the church.  He also got
Tamar's personal papers and any photos for her daughter.  They were lucky
in that Delilah wasn't there.

   During the week the girls had school, Stan would work over at his
garage. When the girls got out of school he would go over and pick them up.
They would come back to the motel and do their homework or watch TV.  Stan
would stay with them until bed time.  He would see to it before they got
off to bed.  Then he would return home.

   When they asked why he didn't stay with them, he told them that it
wasn't proper that he stay the night with them when he wasn't related to
them.  Just because they knew Sheriff Romney, he wouldn't be in trouble
with the law, but it wouldn't look right.  He would come back in the
morning, they would go over next door to eat, then he would take them to
school.  He then would go to work.

   On Saturday when the prophet came to town.  He stayed with Andrew
Kimball, who was the stake center president.  Stan and the girls were
brought over to meet him.  The men sat in the living room of the house. 
The girls in another room.

   "I understand that you would like to marry several girls from our
congregation here, that's right?" the prophet asked.

   "Yes, that is true." Stan said.

   "You are not a member of our congregation, but you want us to perform a
plural marriage ceremony for you?"

   "Yes, that is all correct," Stan admitted.

   "Have you studied our faith?"

   "Yes, I have.  There are some parts I can accept, but others I have
doubts about."

   "Stan here has been very supportive of the stake center here," Judge
Beam added in Stan's defense.

   "This an unusual circumstance we find here.  You want the benefits of
the church, but you don't fully believe.  I should think that you should
believe, then be baptized into the church before we can let you be a part
of our community to be joined in a plural marriage."

   "Let me ask you, you do baptism for the dead, right?" Stan asked.

   "Yes, we do," the prophet answered.

   "So those people that are being baptized first without being believers?"

   "Yes, you could say that," the prophet conceded.

   "So in the next life, if they come to find that what you teach is true,
then they can join the church and move up to the next level of heaven.  If
you were to baptize me now, and if I were to see in the next life that you
are right, then I can believe and then be a member of the faith, since I'd
already been baptized."

   "Well, that could be true.  I see that you have studied our religion."

   "If you were to baptize me now, even without my fully believing, I could
change my mind, either in this one, or in the next life and I would be
ready to be a member of the church."

   "That would be true."

   "So if I were baptized now, I could be a member of your faith community,
and you could perform the marriages.  Only the faith would come later."



   "I can see that you have a point there.  But I also understand that
these are rather young girls."

   "Yes, they are.  But they have no one else, their parents are dead,
there is no one here who wants to raise them or be responsible for them.  I
am willing to take on that job with them," Stan told him.

   The prophet turned to the judge.  "How could we make such a thing work?"

   "He can marry the oldest one.  She is of legal age here, if she has my
approval."

   "You will give that?"

   "Yes, I would.  As to the other two, because they are underage, he can
become their guardian.  He would have full authority over them.  They
should respect him honor and obey him as a wife would.  When they are of
age, the guardianship can end.  Then they can continue on with him as his
spiritual wives."

   "That will fulfill the legal requirements?" Prophet Rutherford asked.

   The judge told him, "Yes, it would."

   "Are you willing to do the legal niceties?" He asked the judge.

   The judge told him, "Yes, I am."

   "What about their faith?" The prophet asked Stan.

   "I can bring them to church here," Stan told him.

   "You will allow them to be taught?"

   "I can see that they can be taught as I have been taught.  They can make
their own decisions on what to believe," Stan replied.

   "That sounds fair enough.  Give me a minute to pray over this."

   The prophet closed his eyes, bowed his head, and folded his hands.  The
others did the same.  He sat quietly for several minutes.  Finally he said,
"Amen," which the others repeated and all looked at the prophet.

   He said, "Then I think that the next step for you should be a baptism
before your marriage commitments.  Now we turn to the girls.  They are
here?" Prophet Rutherford asked.

   "Yes, they are," President Kimball said.

   "Then show them in."

   When they came in, the prophet addressed them.  My children, what are
your names?"

   "I'm Sarah, and my sisters are Rachel and Rebecca."

   "Fine names.  How old are you, Sarah?"

   "I'm thirteen sir."

   "And Rachel, what about you?"

   "Ten."

   "Rebecca, how old are you?"

   "Eight."

   "Do you know who I am?"

   "Yes, you are our prophet," Sarah said.

   "Yes, that is right.  I am the prophet and I speak for our god.  You
have been living with Stan here for the past week?"

   "Yes, sir," Sarah answered for them.

   "He has taken good care of you?"

   "Yes, sir."

   "Do you like him?"

   "Yes," Rachel said before her older sister could answer.  Rebecca was
nodding her head in agreement.

   "He likes you too," he told them.  "You know, in our church we practice
plural marriage.  You know what that means?"

   "Yes, it means a man is married to several women.  They are all his
wives," Sarah answered.

   "Since you no longer have parents, you need to have someone to have
authority over you.  That person can be a husband.  A husband will take
care of you.  He will love you, and see to your needs.  When a woman
marries she comes under her husband's authority and she is to obey him as
you would obey god.  Do you understand that?" The girls nodded their heads
yes.  "Good, I prayed and I think it is heavenly father's will that you are
to marry Stan."

   "Us?" Rachel said, more than a little surprised.

   Sarah spoke at the same time, "All of us?"

   Rebecca just looked first at him, then at her sisters with astonishment
in her eyes.

   "Yes, I think it is heavenly father's will that all three of you marry
him."

   "All of us?" Sarah asked again.  Can we all do that?" She could hardly
believe what she was hearing.  The other girls were amazed at the turn of
today's events.

   The judge spoke up, "This how it will happen, you Sarah, as the oldest,
are old enough to marry if you have the court's permission.  I will grant
you permission to marry and you will be Stan's legal wife.  Rachel, you and
Rebecca will become his spiritual wives.  You will be married here in
church.  Sarah will be his legal wife, but all of you are equally married
to him.  Just so he has legal authority over you two.  I am going to make
him your legal guardian.  If you are willing, all your last names will be
changed to his, as though you are married to him."

   The prophet spoke, "Sarah, you know that as the legal wife, you are
first among equals.  As the senior wife, you are to watch out for your
sister-wives.  You are in charge, that is, subject to your husband.  But
you must treat your sister-wives, and in your case your sisters with care
and compassion.  You have to watch out for them and watch over them.  That
is the responsibility of the senior wife.  Do you think you can do this?"

   Her sisters looked at her.  "I think so," Sarah said.

   "Do you girls all want to take Stan's last name?" the judge asked them.

   "Yes," said Sarah.  The others nodded their heads in agreement.

   "Then I will take care of it," the judge said.

   Later that day, the girls joined the prophet, Judge Beam, Sheriff
Romney, Ben and his wives as they came to witness Stan's baptism.  The
prophet himself did the baptism.

   Because he wasn't a member of the church, at least not yet, he wasn't
allowed to wear the special temple underwear.  Stan instead was wearing a
white shirt and pants, with white underwear.  He was given a white gown to
wear over it.  He was baptized in the font at the church.  He came up all
wet.  The white clothes were almost transparent.

   After it was over and Stan was dressed he rejoined them, Sarah asked
everyone in general and no one in particular what she and her sisters
wanted to know.  "When are we getting married?"

   The judge said, "Give us a little time to get things set up.  But I
think we can get it done by the time school is out.  I think maybe we do it
the Saturday after school is out?" He looked over at the stake president
Kimball for conformation.

   He nodded his head.  "I can tell our officiant, Bishop Pratt, and get
set things up.  We can coordinate with you, judge?"

   `Yes, I will get the paperwork started." the judge said.

   Ben said, "You know Stan, after you are married, your wives can't keep
living in the motel.  You will have to take them home with you."

   Stan replied, "Yeah, I know, but I don't have room for them in the
house. I guess I'll have to buy a new place."

   "Why not do this?" Sheriff Romney offered.  "Just add on to your house,
it would be cheaper than buying a new home.  We have a member of the church
that does remodeling.  You need additional bedrooms and bathrooms.  He can
do that for you."

   "OK, sounds good," Stan said.

   "I'll have him contact you," as he turned to leave.

   Stan was about to leave with the girls, when the prophet spoke.  "Stan,
have the girls in the main sanctuary on Sunday.  I will be giving the talk.
It will be on marriage."

   Stan took the girls home to the motel and spent the rest of the day with
them.  The topic of conversation was about the wedding.  The girls had
never been to one before.  They didn't know how they were done.  They just
knew that a man could be married to more than one wife at the same time.

   Stan expected that they all should go away and have a honeymoon.  He
told them it would be like a vacation.  They were all for it.  They had
never been on a vacation before, or even outside of Pine Martin County.  He
suggested they go to Las Vegas.  They had heard about it but they had never
been there.  Stan left it at that.  It was getting.  late.  He told the
girls to be ready in the morning, then he left.

   After he left they talked among themselves.  They were very excited that
they were going to get married, and to Stan.  They agreed he was handsome
and would be a nice husband.

   Sarah directed them to the shower and then to bed, so they would be
ready in the morning.  Sarah was last in the shower, she took her time
hoping the other two would be asleep when she was done.  Rebecca was, and
Rachel was fading fast.  Sarah didn't have to wait too long before she was
asleep.

   She had waited so long, she needed time with her Pluto.  She hadn't put
her underwear on under her nightgown.  Once she was sure they were both
sleeping she mounted her dog and began to rub her vulva against where the
dog's crotch would be.  It felt good with the stuffed animal.  But soon she
was going to be married.  She would have a husband to do this for real. 
She was on top for awhile.  Then she turned and had Pluto on top.  She had
her arms and legs wrapped around it as she hunched her pussy against the
soft material of the toy.  Right at that discolored spot.

   Many was the time she had done this thinking about when she could be
doing this with her husband.  It was always a time so far in the future. 
Now it was going to be when school let out for the summer.

   She would be in high school come the fall.  All through immediate school
none of the boys looked at her.  She was never asked to any of the dances.
Now she was going to be married, and her husband was a handsome man, and he
was nice too.  Plus he could play guitar well.  She had thoughts that he
would play at their dances, and she could go with him.  She would show all
those boys and girls who shunned her.  She had something they didn't have.
She had a husband, and a handsome one at that.

   She kept up rubbing her pussy against her toy.  She knew just how to do
it, she had done it so many times.  She knew just what she needed.  Then
she got it.  She whispered to her dog, "I love you, Stan," as she came.

   She moved her dog next to her and was ready for sleep.  It felt like it
had been so long since she had done it.  She didn't dare do it with her
sisters in the room.  Then she realized that she would be married, and she
would have to share her husband with her sisters.  If he was doing with
her, what she had just done with Pluto, would he be doing that with them
too?  She wasn't sure she liked that, she kind of wanted to keep him for
herself.  Maybe he wouldn't want to do it with them.  They were so young.
She, at least, was a teenager.  She drifted off to sleep with the vision of
Stan in her arms.

   Stan had arranged with Luke to have a wake up put in for them.  The
phone rang, Sarah answered it hoping it was Stan calling to talk to her. 
But it was only an automated voice telling her the time, and it was her
wake up call.  The others woke up with the phone.  They got out their
clothes.  At least with Stan not here, they could all get dressed in the
room instead of having to go into the bathroom.  When they went to take off
their night clothes, it was Rebecca who noticed that Sarah wasn't wearing
her panties under the nightgown.  She pointed that out to Rachel.  Sarah
wasn't too appreciative of that.  She quickly dressed.

   When Rachel asked, "Why don't you have any on?"

   "It isn't any of your business.  Besides, you wouldn't be wearing any
panties to bed when we're married."

   "Yes, I will," Rebecca said.

   "I bet you don't," Sarah said.

   Before Rebecca could say anything back, there was a knock at the door.
Rachel rushed over to open it.  "Hi Stan," she said as she flung open the
door.  But standing there was Miriam.

   "Do you want me to come back in a bit?" She asked.

   "No, we'll wait for Stan in the office" Sarah said, leading her now all
dressed sisters up to the office.  That is where Stan found them.  They all
got in his car to drive over to the restaurant.  Stan did it so that they
could leave right from there, rather than walk back to the motel to get the
car.

   The prophet was to give the talk today.  The congregation considered it
a special blessing for him to be giving the talk.  He had let the ushers
know that the three Christensen girls were to be in the sanctuary when he
gave his talk.

   The girls went down to children's church as usual.  They knew to meet
him at the car after the service.  Stan went into the main sanctuary
sitting in a place by himself near the rear.  Ben and his wives passed by
and greeted him.  Inga paused a bit.  "We need to talk after the service,"
she said, before they headed for their usual place.

   The service was like normal, with the usual hymns and prayers.  Then the
prophet got up to speak.  Just then the girls slid in next to Stan in the
pew.  The prophet talked of the place of importance of marriage in their
theology, and the need of plural marriage.  But he did more than that.  He
talked of the importance of the relations between the wives and how they
were to treat each other.  So also the husband was to have no favorites and
treat all his wives with the same loving care.  He finished, then led a
prayer, followed by a hymn and then the benediction.  The congregation
began to mingle amongst themselves.  Stan hung back, but he sent the girls
out to the car.

   Ben and his wives started to make their way out.  "You go on, we'll
catch you in a minute," Inga said.  When Ben and Marie moved on, Inga, with
Elizabeth right with her, pulled Stan over into an adjacent room where they
were by themselves.

   Elizabeth asked, "When you are married to the girls, will you be
expecting to have marital relations with them?"

   "I hadn't thought too much about it," Stan said.  "I mostly wanted to
see that they had someone to take care of them."

   "You would be married to them." Inga said, "While compared to most girls
when they get married, they are young, however you wouldn't believe it but
many girls in the church get married, even in their early teens.  Sometimes
being married young is not acknowledged beyond a few people.  When they do
marry like that it is expected that their husbands keep them as virgins,
until they are older.  Or at least that is the belief.  But that is not
always so.  It just isn't talked about much, that the husbands do have
relations with them.  It wouldn't be unusual if they did.  So if you wanted
it with them, some people could be understanding about that, and others
don't need to know.  They would think that you are just giving them a home.
But it doesn't have to be just giving them a home.  You are married to them
and they are yours.  If you wanted to be with them, nobody needed to know
that.  So what do you think?  Are you interested in being with them?"

   "I would think so, at least at some point," he said.

   "That point can come sooner or later at your choosing.  The girls would
follow your lead.  But if you want them even at some point later, you need
to prepare them for that, all of them," Elizabeth told him.  "I have heard
Sapphira say one time that Sarah has gotten her period.  If you want
relations with her, and I don't fault you if you did, you're a single man,
you must have needs.  But, unless you want children right away, which I
wouldn't recommend I can get Sarah on the pill to keep that from
happening."

   "Oh, you know I hadn't thought of that, but that would be great.  I
guess the others wouldn't need that," he said.

   "You're going to want the others too?" Inga asked.

   "I guess yes, at some point, if I'm having Sarah."

   "You should make sure the other two are instructed in relations," Inga
said.  Elizabeth by her side nodding her head, must have agreed.

   "What do you suggest?" Stan said, sort of clueless.

   "They need to be taught what to expect, and how to have relations with
their husband.  I am going to assume that you would be wanting the usual
from a wife?" Inga asked.

   "What do you mean, the usual?"

   "Most men, like the normal intercourse.  They also like their wife to
use her mouth on him.  I don't know if you are like that, but most husbands
do.  Some will even want them in their bottoms, too.  We can teach them all
of it," Elizabeth said.

   "No, I haven't ever been to interested in being in a girl's bottom.  But
the other two, I guess I would want.  You can teach them?"

   "Yes, I have models, like props.  They can see them so that they know
what you would be like when it is time to consummate the wedding.  They can
also be taught how to use their mouths on it."

   "Wow, I hadn't really ever thought much of it.  Thanks, I am sure it
would be better if they knew something before the first time."

   "I'll have my practice call you as to when we can schedule an afternoon
appointment after school is out for the day, for Sarah," Elizabeth said.

   "I will coordinate with her, I will have the other two stay after school
to begin their instruction, that way it can be done on the same day.  I can
take them home afterward," Inga told him.

   "OK, sounds great," Stan said.

   "Just don't tell Sarah anything until the day of the appointment.  I
will tell the other two on that day that they are to stay after school,"
Inga said.  Both women took one of Stan's hands, in their hands giving them
a squeeze.  Then they walked off.

   He walked to the car.  All of this had come as sort of a surprise, that
he hadn't thought of sex with the girls.  He had been with girls like Sarah
and Rachel, even Rebecca before.  It was good for those girls.  Maybe it
could be good with these too.  It might really be something to be with
Rebecca too.  The thought gave him a hardon.  It wasn't an appropriate
thing to have in church.  He had to readjust himself and walk to the car in
such a way that it wasn't visible.  He was able to hide it and made it out
to the car without incident.

   He took them back to the motel while they took turns in the bathroom,
changing clothes.  He told them to bring a sweater.  He took them back to
his house.  He showed them around.

   "Are we going to live here?" Sarah asked.

   "Yeah, this is my house.  My dad left it to me."

   "Who was your dad?" Sarah asked.

   "Did you know Jerry?"

   "He was a friend of our dad's," Rachel said.  "He was your dad?"

   "Where were you?  We knew him, but we never saw you?" Sarah said.

   "I wasn't here," he told them.

   "Why not?  Why didn't you live with him and your mom?" Rebecca asked.

   "My parents weren't married.  I lived with my mom.  I didn't know my dad
then."

   "Why didn't you?" She persisted.

   "That is the way they wanted it." Stan tried to explain.

   "Did they argue or fight?" Sarah asked.

   "No, they just couldn't get married.  When I was born, my mom was only
fourteen."

   "I'm only thirteen, and you're going to marry me, aren't you?" Sarah
asked.

   `Yes, I'm going to marry you.  But my mom didn't have her parent's
permission."

   "I don't have my parent's permission either," Sarah said.

   "That's because they can't," Rachel piped up.

   "But you will have the court's permission.  Rachel, you and Rebecca have
the prophet's permission.  My mom didn't have it."

   "Her parents didn't like her boyfriend?"

   "They never knew who he was, but if they did know, they would have blown
their tops.  So they had to keep it quiet who my dad was."

   "So you didn't know him?" Rebecca asked him.

   "I didn't know him, but he knew me."

   "How did he do that?  You didn't ever see him?" Sarah asked.

   "Come here, I'll show you something." He took them into his bedroom. 
"See that hat?" They looked at his father's Yankees cap.  "It was my dad's"
Stan pulled out his Yankees' cap.  "We went to a Yankees game, my mom got
us tickets.  Well, I thought my mom got them, but it really was my dad who
got them.  When we got to the game, we were sitting next to this guy.  When
I walked past him I told him I liked his cap.  A couple of weeks later,
this cap came to me.  It was from that guy, the guy wearing this cap.  I
just didn't know who he was at that time."

   "Why did that guy send it to you?" Rebecca asked.

   "He sent it, because I said I liked his cap.  I didn't know it then, but
that guy was my dad.  So he was there at the game sitting with us.  But at
least you could say I did meet him.  All the time I was growing up he kept
track of me.  He is the one who bought me both of my guitars.  He bought me
some of my Beatles albums."

   "Who's the Beatles?" Rebecca asked.

   "They're an old time group, dummy," Sarah said.

   "Hey that's no way to talk to your sister.  Don't you remember what the
prophet was saying, you have to watch out for your sisters.  That was what
my dad was doing for me.  He was watching over me.  He got my guitars for
me, and he got me my first job."

   "When we are married, are you going to make babies in us?" Rebecca
asked.

   "Would you like that?"

   "He has to have sex with you," Rachel said.

   "What do you know about that?" Sarah said.

   "I know about it, he has to stick his thing, in you, you know down
there," Rachel said with a blush.  Sarah just rolled her eyes.

   "Yes, I will make babies in all of you.  Do you want me to have sex with
you?"

   "How do we do that," Rebecca asked.

   "You will all learn," Stan told them

   "When we are married, and have babies, will you still live with us?"
Rebecca asked.

   "Yes, of course.  Why would you ask that?"

   "Because our daddy only lived with us sometimes.  Sometimes he had to go
and live with Delilah and sometimes with Tamar.  He wasn't with our mom or
us all the time," Rebecca said.

   "I will live with all of you.  As far as this house goes I'm gonna have
extra bedrooms built so you all will have a bedroom," Stan said.

   "I don't want a bedroom.  I want to be in your room," Rebecca said.

   "Remember what the prophet said.  We should all share, so you can't keep
Stan to yourself," Rachel said.

   "Yeah, and I'll be his wife, so I get to sleep in his bed," Sarah said.

   "It won't be just you.  You'll all be my wives.  So I guess I'll have to
have bed big enough for all of us," Stan said, trying to end the argument.

   "Now if you'll give me a minute, I will change clothes.  I was thinking
there is a new National Park that is not too far away.  You want to go
there?"

   There was a chorus of "Yeahs."

   He pulled out a T-shirt and sat down to take his shoes off.  He looked
at Sarah.  She got the idea and took her sisters out of the room as he
changed his pants, and put on shoes for walking.  He took his T-shirt, he
was putting it on as he walked into the living room where they were
waiting. They got a look at his bare chest.  He didn't quite have the six
pack abs, any more but at least he didn't have a spare tire around his
waist.  His chest had a little hair on it.  The girls all took a good look
at it.  He put on his Yankees cap and he pointed towards the door, they
headed out.

   Rachel called shotgun.  But Stan had to tell her that since she wasn't a
teenager yet, she had to ride in the back.  Only Sarah could ride up in the
front seat.  Sarah turned around and stuck her tongue at her sister.

   Stan saw it.  "Sarah there will be no more of that.  Treat your sisters,
like you would like to be treated.  If you can't, you will sit in the back
with them." That did the trick there was no more monkey shines out of them.

   They got to the park.  They went through the visitors center.  The girls
found it at least semi-interesting.  Rachel was totally fascinated by it.
All three of them wanted to go on the cave tour.  They were a little cold
but they had their sweaters.  Stan had a sweatshirt.  It kept them warm
enough.  They didn't plan on going in the cave.  Stan had and that's why
the sweaters.  It was all new to them, they enjoyed it nevertheless. 
Rachel was full of questions for the ranger.  She wanted to know
everything. He told her about the Jr.  Ranger program and how she could do
it.  She was very eager to do that.

   When they got back outside, Rachel was squinting.

   "What's with your eyes?" Stan asked her.

   "The sunlight hurts my eyes after being in that cave," Rachel said.

   "How about this, I get you a hat." Stan said.

   He took them all back inside, while Rachel picked out a hat.  The others
wanted something too.  Rebecca got a coloring book, and Sarah, got a
T-shirt.  It did get him thinking, if he took them to Vegas, they would all
need a hat, and probably sun glasses too.

   They came back and went to dinner.  They didn't want to go to their
room. They wanted to go to Stan's house.  They wanted to check it out more.
Rachel was looking at the house as a whole.  Sarah was looking at all of
Stan's records.  He put one on.  She wanted Sgt.  Pepper because he said
his dad gave it to him.  Rebecca plopped herself down and was looking
through the photo album.  She was asking Stan who this person and that
person were.  They liked the photos of his mother, and they pointed and
laughed at Stan's school photos.

   It was getting late and they had school in the morning.  They didn't
want to leave but they went.  He stayed with them for a while, long enough
to tuck them in before he left.  He was back in the morning, and took them
over for breakfast, then to school.  He picked them up afterward and
brought them back to the motel.  That continued on for the next two weeks.

   Stan got a call from Ben, he said Elizabeth's office, had called Ben and
asked him to pass on the message that Elizabeth had a cancellation for this
Friday at 3 PM.  She wanted him bring Sarah by then.  It was arranged that
Inga would hold Rachel and Rebecca after school.  Stan had warned them that
they would be staying after school on that day.

   Elisabeth examined Sarah, and told her, "I think that you are healthy
enough to engage in sexual activities.  Stan will be having sex with you.
You don't want get pregnant.  I'm going to give you these birth control
pills.  It is important to take one every morning.  You must follow the
routine strictly."

   Elisabeth asked her, "You know how to deal with your period?"

   "Yes," Sarah told her.

   "Have you used a tampon before?"

   "No, mom never used them."

   "I'll show you how to use them.  Go ahead and take off your panties,"
Elisabeth told her.  She helped Sarah put a tampon in for the first time.
She enjoyed getting her hands on Sarah's pussy.

   Sarah asked, "I can use this next time?"

   "Yes, when is your next period?"

   "It should start in the next few days."

   "OK when you finish, take the first pill, and go from there.  When you
use up these come back here and I will give you the next months pills." She
told her, "Since you are a virgin Stan will have to open you up your first
time.  The best way for you is to stretch the hole in your hymen.  These
will help you do it."

   She gave a few things to help it stretch.  They were fairly innocuous
looking objects.  Mostly different sized marking pens.  She instructed her
how to use them starting with the smallest and working up to a small
cylindrical block, that had a rounded head on one end.  "Keep these to
yourself.  Don't let Stan or your sisters see them.  Please return them
after you are married.  I am also going to give you some pain reliever,
take it about a half hour before you use these.  You want to do your
stretching exercises about every other day." She gave her a small pouch
that children sometimes keep their pens and pencils.  Sarah put in her
backpack.  Before she left, Elizabeth asked, "Do you know how to have sex?"


   "Yes, they told us all about that in seventh grade," Sarah told her.

   "You have never come to us before.  Do you see the other doctor's
group?"

   "No, mom and dad never took us to the doctors, all except Rachel when
she was born.  They had to fix her, and they had to get Rebecca glasses
sometime."

   "You should have had a doctor's care," Elisabeth told her, looking at
the carbuncles on her face.  She sent her out into the waiting room.

   Elisabeth called Stan in her office.  "I am putting Sarah on birth
control pills.  It will take about two months for the pills to kick in.  In
the meantime, you will have to wear a condom for intercourse.  Unless you
want a child right away, which I wouldn't advise.  Sarah is a virgin, but
she could still get pregnant even on her first time if you didn't use them.
For now, she could pick up her pills here at the office.  That way the
pharmacy wouldn't know she was on the pill.  You can take these and use
them." She gave him a box of condoms and a bottle of lube.

   This being her last appointment of the day, she left, as she had
somewhere she had to go.  She was in a hurry to get there.  Stan and Sarah
had to stop at the store and get the things she would need, since she was
expecting her period soon.  She had used up all she had the last time. 
When they came back to the motel they found that Rachel and Rebecca hadn't
returned yet.

   After the bell rang ending the school day the girls reported to Inga's
classroom as they were directed.  The door was open and Inga was waiting
for them inside.  They could see that windows had their heavy curtains
closed.  One couldn't see in, or out through them.  She brought them in and
had them sit down on the teacher's desk.  She stepped outside the room for
a moment.  She then came in closing and locking the door.  She had them sit
facing the classroom.  She took a student's chair and sat facing them.  She
had them pull up their long dresses so they were bunched in their laps and
their pantied butts were sitting on the desk.  "You girls are going to be
married soon, right?"

   "Yeah," Rachel said.

   "That is what I wanted to talk to you about.  There are things that a
wife does for her husband.  It is her duty.  You will need to know about,
and how to do it."

   "You mean sex?" Rachel asked.

   "What do you know about sex?" Inga asked.

   "The man puts his thing in the girl and he moves it."

   "Yes, that is right.  Did you know that, Rebecca?"

   "I only know what Rachel said," she said with a slight blush.

   "That's why you're here, I'm going to teach you about sex.  Normally,
you would get sex education in seventh grade.  But you are going to need to
know about it before then."

   "So what do we do?" Rebecca asked.

   "First you will learn the parts of the body and how they work.  Then we
will talk about how babies are made.  I will start with this," she showed
them a book.  These are the parts of a woman's body.  With these pictures
you can see the parts inside.  These are the ovaries where the eggs are
stored."

   "Eggs, like chicken eggs?" Rebecca asked naïvely.

   "Sort of, but a chicken's egg you can hold in your hand.  The eggs you
have are very small you have to see them with a microscope.  You have
thousands of them.  Take your thumbs and put them on your belly, here. 
That is where the ovaries are, and they are about the size of your thumbs."


   She took their hands and placed them over the approximate position. 
"You have one on each side.  When you get older you will release one egg
once a month.  One from one side, then the next month, one from the other
side, and they will alternate like that."

   "Now make a fist.  Put it here." She directed their fists to the proper
place.  "In this drawing you can see this thing, where your fist is.  It is
the womb or uterus.  It is about the size of your fist, about where your
fists are now, except of course on the inside.  When you release your egg
it will go down a tube to here in your womb.  Every month when you release
the egg the inside of your womb will be coated with a lining of blood.  If
your egg is fertilized, it will grow here until it becomes a fully grown
baby."

   "That's why a woman's stomach sticks out so much?" Rebecca asked.  While
her sister sat quietly.  She knew a little more than her little sister, but
not much more.

   "Yes her womb is full of the baby.  You see here on the diagram," she
pointed to the book.  "This is called the birth canal, or the vagina.  This
is how the baby gets out when it is born.  This a tube made of muscle that
stretches, so the baby can get out."

   "How does the baby get in there?" Rebecca asked.

   "It's made in there, silly," Rachel said.

   "But how?" Rebecca asked.

   "We will get to that in a minute.  There are some other things we need
to cover before we get to that.  Those other parts we don't need the book
much for.  You will be able to see them.  I want you to take your panties
off."

   Rebecca, looked at her sister, in surprise.  Rachel reached down,
lifting her butt, she pulled them down.  Rebecca did likewise.  With their
panties off, they sat closed legged.

   Inga went behind them and pulled out a hand mirror.  Then she pulled up
another student's chairs from the classroom.  She sat down at Rachel's
feet. "Rebecca come over here and sit next to me." To Rachel she said,
"Open your legs dear, scoot up here to the edge.  Put your heels on the
edge, and open your legs." Inga reached up and touched Rachel's pussy lips.
"These are your labia majora, that just means big lips." She held up the
mirror.  "Can you see them?" Rachel nodded.

   "Here take this.  Hold this so she can see." She told Rebecca, handing
her the mirror.  She used the fingers of one hand to touch Rachel.  These
in here, are called the labia minora, that means little lips." Using the
other hand, she spread the lips to see inside of the girl.  After Rebecca
had seen it she said, "Hold the mirror so she can see."

   "Now this little hole right here is the entrance to the vagina.  This
where I said the baby comes out.  As I said this stretches." She ran a
finger around the edges of it so the younger girl could see.  Then she had
her hold the mirror so Rachel could see herself.  "There is small thin
membrane here, that is there to keep dirt and things out of your vagina. 
It is called a hymen.  You girls will have them until the first time Stan
puts is penis in you.  He will make the opening in it much larger.  When he
does that you will no longer be a virgin, which is what you are now.  When
he does that it is calling popping your cherry, because the hymen is
sometimes called a cherry.  He will be stretching out this little hole,
here," she said, pointing out the little hole in the hymen.

   "Now lets move on, this thing is the clitoris.  It is kind of hidden
back in this little hood." When she touched it Rachel jumped a bit.  "It's
sensitive isn't it?" First Rebecca got her look then held up the mirror so
Rachel could see herself.  "This is the place on a girl that is very
sensitive and when it is touched it feels good." she wetted a finger and
began to rub it a bit.  "Feels good doesn't it?" Inga asked as she rubbed
it.  Rachel could only close her eyes and lay her head back as the feelings
were flooding into her head.  Feelings she had never felt before.  She
diddled the girl for a couple of minutes.  Rachel was loving it.  From the
expression on her face, Rebecca knew her sister was enjoying it.

   "OK, your turn kiddo, jump up here.  Rachel, come down here and take her
place."

   They switched places.  Rebecca assumed the position and Rachel held the
mirror so Rebecca could see all of her parts as Inga touched all those
places.  As she did she quizzed Rachel on the names of the parts.  She got
them all right.  When she got to the clitoris, Inga said, "It felt good
when I touched you here?"

   "Yeah, it was great," Rachel agreed.

   "You want to show your sister how good it feels?"

   "OK."

   "Wet your finger.  Put it in your mouth and get it a little wet.  Now
rub here," she directed the girl.  She held up the mirror so Rebecca could
see what her sister was doing to her.  But, it didn't take long before she
wasn't interested in watching, but rather to concentrate on the feelings.
She did like her sister had done and threw her head back and closed her
eyes.  Inga let Rachel work on that magic button for a while.

   There were three sharp raps on the door.  Rachel pulled her hand away
and Rebecca closed her legs and put her hands over her lap.  The girls were
startled and quickly picked up their panties, trying to hide them while
pulling down their dresses.

   For Inga it wasn't a surprise, she was expecting it.  She got up and
went over to open the locked door.  She admitted the woman standing
outside. She slipped in quickly and re- locked the door.  It was Elisabeth,
the doctor, Inga's sister-wife.

   As they were walking over towards the girls, Elisabeth whispered, "Which
one?"

   "Rachel," was Inga's whispered reply.

   "Rachel, have a seat next to your sister." Rachel went back to sitting
on the teacher's desk.

   Elisabeth took the seat in front of Rachel that she had just vacated.

   Inga went around opening a drawer in her desk.  She pulled something out
of it.  She also took a book from the drawer.  She put the thing in her lap
where the girls couldn't see it.  She held up the book.  It was turned to
the section on boys and men.  The first thing they saw was an un-erect
penis.  She pointed out the parts and the names.

   When she got to the testicles she explained that is where the man makes
the parts to make a baby.  She showed them a diagram of a sperm cell.  She
explained that it took the egg from the girl and the sperm from the man to
make the baby, so the baby was half his and half hers.

   She said, "Rebecca, you asked how the baby gets in there, this is how,
the man puts his sperm into her.  The sperm swim up in the woman to find
her egg and that is how the man fertilizes the egg."

   "How do they get in there?" she asked.

   Rachel had an idea.  She shook her head and rolled her eyes, that her
baby sister could be so dumb.

   "The man puts them in there.  Once they are in there, they swim up
inside of her looking for her egg."

   "But how?" she asked, confused how sperm got from the man in his
testicles to get to her eggs.  "How does he put them in there?"

   Inga brought out of hiding what she had in her lap.  "You saw the
drawing of the man's penis.  What you saw was what is it's normal way. 
But, there are times when he is excited and is wanting to have sex.  When
he is like that, he will look like this," she held up a model of an erect
cock.  "When Stan wants to have sex with you, his penis will stand up and
look like this.  He will put it in your vagina.  He will move back and
forth in you.  Eventually he will get a good feeling called an orgasm.  It
is often called a cum, or he might say, `I'm cumming.' That means he has a
very good feeling and when he does that, he will ejaculate.  That is, he
will shoot his sperm up into you.  That is how his stuff gets into there,
to make the baby."

   "Can a girl have an orgasm too?  Or is it only men?" Rachel asked.

   "No, girls have them too, if her partner is taking care of her feelings
and needs," Inga said.

   Inga looked at her sister-wife and asked, "You want to?"

   "Yeah, you did it last time.  It is my turn," she said to her
sister-wife.

   Inga said, "Elisabeth will show you how a girl has sex." Elisabeth took
off her clothes, for a woman in her early 50s she wasn't bad.  She had ten
years on Inga.  But her breasts were still fairly firm, as firm as Inga's
as they were both only B's.  Her areolas to the girls seemed huge.  They
must have been three inches across and a dark chocolate brown in color.

   She was shaved bald.  She liked to keep herself that way.

   She took the dildo and lubed it up.  She leaned back in the chair and
spread her legs.  The girls could see her pussy looked a lot like theirs.
Her inner lips were well inside her outer ones.  With her shaved, she
looked like a little girl there.

   She took the tool and inserted into herself.  Inga gave a running
play-by-play as they watched the woman fuck herself with the six inch life
like cock.  She would use one hand to move the toy.  Her other hand was
free to rub her clit, or to rub her tits, and roll her nipples in her
fingers.  It didn't take too long to get her to cum.  She loved doing this
with Inga.  She didn't get to do it much, and ones so young were a special
turn on for her.

   The two girls watched with eyes that were about to pop out of their
heads.  Where they could join their jaws on the floor, that had already
dropped to there.  Rachel got her question answered as it was obvious that
Elizabeth was having one heck of a cum.

   She pulled out the now rather wet cock out of her pussy.  Inga took it.
It was now Elizabeth who was giving the instructions, and Inga who
demonstrated.

   "Stan will want to do that with you.  It is your duty as his wife to do
that.  There is something he most likely will want you to do.  That is he
will want to you to suck his cock.  There are several things involved here.
You will take his penis, or it can be called a dick or a cock, you rub it
down like this," she said as she masturbated it.  "He might want you only
to do this.  But most likely he will want you to suck him.  You want to pay
attention to the top here and this little spot on the underside.  You want
to lick it.  He will also want you to take the top here, or the head in
your mouth and you suck on it.  While you are sucking on it, you want to
keep licking it even though it is in your mouth."

   Inga opened her mouth wide so the girls could see what she was doing in
her mouth.  "Now while you are doing that licking and sucking you don't
want to to forget to keep stroking it.  Also you want to take in at least
this far." she said point to the whole head.  If you do it as good as you
see Inga doing it, you will be a good girl, and you will get your reward.
Your reward will be, that he will fill your mouth full of his sperm.  When
he does that, the best thing to do is to swallow it down right away.  It
might be a little salty and gooey, but it won't make you sick or anything
and the man always loves it when his girl does that for him.  That is the
way you can show your husband how much you love him.  Now you saw how open
Inga's mouth was, but when you do this, you want to keep your lips around
his penis.  Just make sure to keep your teeth away from it."

   "He wants us to do that?" Rebecca asked.

   "Sometimes he will but most times he will want to be in your vagina. 
Try it." She held the latex cock up to Rebecca's mouth and let her try it.
She took it in.  It was still wet with some of Elisabeth's juices.  Rebecca
tried it a little.  Then she passed it over to Rachel, who took a turn at
it.

   Inga went on, "Now because Stan will have three wives, like our husband
Ben does, he can only be with one girl at a time.  But, because he is with
one, the other two wives will miss out.  But it doesn't have to be that
way. There are ways to take care of that."

   "If you want to know how sister-wives can take care of their needs, you
have to promise not to tell anybody else we taught you this.  Do you want
to know?  Do you promise?"

   Rachel, said, "Yes, I promise."

   "What about you, Rebecca, do you promise?"

   "Yeah, OK."

   "I want you to scoot up the edge of the desk, so your butt is right at
the edge.  You will have to move down Rachel, good.  Now take and bring
your heels up and put them on the edge of the desk.  You want to have your
legs spread wide." Inga told them.  She looked over at Elisabeth, who
returned her gaze and the grin they both shared.  They adjusted their
chairs so that they were in front of their girl.

   The girls were surprised when the women bowed down and put their faces
between the girls' legs.  Inga was kissing Rebecca's thin little legs.  In
between the kisses she was applying little licks.  Rebecca didn't know what
to think.  She was doing weird things to her, but those weird things sure
felt good.

   Elizabeth was stroking Rachel's legs with light touches that bordered
between slight feathery touches and full caresses.  But while her hands
were doing that, her lips were kissing Rachel, right down there, what did
Inga call it, the big lips?  Rachel was also getting a wonderful feeling
out of it.

   Eventually Inga moved up and began to kiss Rebecca on her big lips.  But
her sister was a head of her.  Elisabeth was licking her lips.  She was all
over the place with her tongue, all over those lips even over to the
junction of her legs and her body.  She was all across the top of her lower
abdomen, right near Rachel's `private parts'.

   The women settled in and were plying their talents on the lips of the
girls.  The had spread their inner lips and were working on their little
vaginal entrances.  They were wiggling their tongues in the little girls.
Elisabeth was able to get her tongue a little farther into her girl, owing
to her girl being a little older.

   The little girls were stimulated almost out of their minds.  Inga and
Elisabeth could look over at each other and time their movements.  They
made their move at the same time up to the girl's clits.  They used the
same flicking of the tongue on them.  At first it was flicking the tongue
like a snake when it flicks it's tongue out.  But that changed to them both
moving their heads side to side their tongues running over their girls
clit. Then they changed from moving side to slide to up and down.  They
went from the very bottom of the girl's lips all the way through the slits.
They could look at each other and read the looks on the girl's faces.

   They took to sucking the girls' clit into their mouths.  They were able
to continue to flick their tongues on the respective clits, all the while
maintaining their suction.  They each took a finger and rimmed it around
the entrance to their vaginas.  They had this down as well as any
synchronized swimmers.  They were able to achieve the same results.  They
brought the girls to their orgasm at the same time.

   When the girl's had gotten all they were going to get the women pulled
back.  The girls were so out of it, they didn't notice the quick kiss the
two women shared.  With quick tongue motions they tried to give each other
a little taste of the girl she was eating.

   When they were more cognizant of their surroundings, Inga looked at
Rachel, "Does that answer your, if a girl can have an orgasm?"

   "That's what that is?"

   "Yes, I take you liked it?"

   "YES!" she said.

   "Then maybe you should thank Elisabeth," Inga said

   "Oh thanks, Elisabeth.  That was great.  Will it be like that with our
husband?"

   "My pleasure," Elisabeth said with a smile.

   "There is no telling it depends on Stan and what he can do.  But you can
help him along by letting him know what you like and don't like," Inga told
her.  "When there are the times that Stan is with Sarah, you girls can do
this with each other." Looking at Rebecca, she said, "You liked that?"

   "YEAH!" was her enthusiastic reply.

   "You can do that to each other, when Stan is with Sarah.  It might not
be quite as good your first few times, but with more practice, you will get
better and it will feel better and better."

   Inga looked at her sister-wife, and asked, "Did you bring it?"

   "Yeah here," she reached into the large purse she had brought with her.
She brought out out two little pouches each had their name on it. 
Elisabeth said, "You girls have small vaginas.  Stan is a man, so he will
be a very snug fit in your vagina when he puts his penis into you."

   "He will need to be opening up your hymen like Inga told you, I have a
few things in here that will help you open that hole.  You can work
together, doing it, if you want.  I want you to start with the smallest
item, try putting it in the little hole in your hymen.  You want to stretch
the hole.  You should get them wet first.  You can put them in your mouth
and use you saliva to get them wet.  Put it in and move it in and out a few
times.  You want to do that no more than for five minutes about every two
days.  I have a little bit of pain medication in here.  Take it about half
an hour before you start.  Keep this away from Stan and Sarah, don't let
them see it.  You can do this together, or separately.  Also if you can get
the time you can try and do to each other what Elisabeth and I have done
with you.  Just remember you can't tell anyone about what happened here. 
Stan knows that you were here to learn about sex.  You can tell him that
you learned body parts and names.  You can tell him that we told you about
intercourse, that's the proper name for sex.  But don't say any more than
that, OK?"

   Both girls chorused, "Yes."

   "Good," Inga said, then leaned forward and gave Rebecca's pussy one last
kiss and a flick of her tongue on her little clit.  "Thanks sweety.  You
girls get your panties back on and I'll take you home."

   Elisabeth looked at Inga.  "Did you tell them about periods?"

   "No, they can learn about it later.  Sarah can tell them or they'll
catch on from seeing her." Inga told her.  Elisabeth then slipped out,
while Inga straightened up things before leaving.

   When they left the room Rachel noticed Mr.  Henry's cleaning cart parked
outside Inga's classroom.  She also saw a piece of paper with a large red
dot on it taped to the door.  She saw Inga take it off the door when they
walked away.  Inga walked them to the parking lot, which was almost bare of
cars.

   Just then, the principal, Mrs.  Joyce, came up to them.  "Burning the
midnight oil again?"

   "Yes, I was doing some private tutoring."

   "You are certainly dedicated to your students.  That's how you make
teacher of the year.  Keep it up.  We need more teachers willing to go the
extra mile for her students."

   "Thanks, I do try," Inga said with a smile.  "Come on girls, let's get
you home,"

   They arrived back at the motel.  Stan and Sarah were waiting for them.

   "Everything go OK?" Stan asked.

   "Yeah," Rachel answered.

   "What were they doing?  Where were they?" Sarah asked.

   "We were getting some tutoring," Rachel said.

   "I don't need tutoring," Sarah said with an air of superiority.

   Stan told her, "Be nice, there are always new things anyone can learn.
Now who's ready to get something to eat?" Three girls raised their hands.
"Come on then, let's go."

   Stan stayed with them until bedtime.  He tucked in each of the girls. 
All three got a good-night kiss.  But this one wasn't on the cheek.  Each
girl got a kiss full on the lips.  They all liked that.