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 My Three Brides

   Part 8

   Thursday after school he picked them up and took them all to the
courthouse.  They were escorted back to the judge's chambers.  They had to
wait a little while as he was in the courtroom.  When he returned to his
chambers he saw them.  "Ah, good you're here," he said as he took off his
robe hanging it on a coat rack.  "I wanted to talk to you.  Rachel and
Rebecca, you still want to be with Stan here, to be married to him?"

   "Yes, sir," they replied.

   "You know that your marriage will only be a spiritual one.  He won't
have any legal control over you.  You would remain wards of the state
unless he is appointed as your guardian.  If that is done, he will have
control of all decisions concerning you the same way your parents would
have.  This will continue until you are eighteen.  Then you can be your own
agent.  But, I would remind you that you are still bound to him, the same
as if you are married to him.  You want this, for Stan to be your guardian?
Rachel, you want this?  You also want to take his last name?"

   "Yes, sir," she answered.

   "Rebecca, you want this too?"

   Stan spoke up.  "We call her Becky now."

   "I was going to grant a change of last name to Stan's name.  Do you want
to legally change your name to Becky?" He said, looking at the younger
girl.

   "No," Stan said, "It is probably best if her legal name is still
Rebecca."

   "But you want to take Stan's last name and have him as your guardian?"
The judge asked Becky.

   "Yes, sir," she said.

   "OK, that leaves us with Sarah.  You are still wanting to marry Stan,
young lady?"

   "Yes, sir," Sarah told him.

   "Did you bring the things?" The judge asked, looking at Stan.

   "Yes, here," he handed him her birth certificate.  "Give him your school
ID," Stan told Sarah.  She gave it to the judge.

   He took a look at it, then at her.  He picked up her birth certificate.
He looked it over.  Putting it down he looked at her.  "Sarah you are old
enough to marry in this state with the court's permission.  I can give that
permission.  I know that Stan is a good man.  I think he will make a good
husband.  Are you willing to be a good wife for him?"

   "Yes, sir," Sarah answered.

   Looking intently at Sarah he said, "You know that being the legal wife
of a man with plural wives is a real responsibility.  You have to think
about what is best for your husband.  That includes what is best for him
and his other wives.  It might not always be what you want.  That is a big
burden.  Do you think that you are up to it?"

   "I'll try, sir," she said.

   "Good girl," he told her.  Then he looked at Becky and Rachel,"You
girls, she is the legal wife, you are spiritual wives.  Stan is committed
legally to her, but he is committed spiritually to you two too.  You also
have responsibilities.  You need to be supporting his first wife.  You can
do this?"

   "Yes, sir." Rachel and Becky answered in unison.

   "Sarah I am going to grant the petition for you to marry.  I am also
going to sign off on the change of name for you girls, and make Stan your
guardian," he said, looking at Rachel and Becky.  He turned his gaze back
to Sarah.  "Sarah, your name will change when you marry.  I have a marriage
license here.  If you are sure you want to be married to Stan, I'll have
you sign here."

   Sarah took the pen the judge offered her.  She signed the license where
the judge had pointed.  Then handed him back the pen.  He held it out to
Stan, who could see where he needed to sign.

   "You take this and give it to the officiant at the wedding.  After the
marriage ceremony he will sign it along with your witness.  Then he will
turn it in to the state to be filed in the vital statistics department.  Do
you have a person chosen to be your witness?"

   "I guess I could ask Ben.  He seems to handle everything else for me."

   "Then I think that concludes most of our business here.  An announcement
will be placed with the girls' change of name in the paper.  That is a
formality.  If there are no objections raised, and I can't see that there
would be any, then I will sign the final decree on Friday next and their
names will change from Christensen to Costello.  Except you, Sarah, your
name can be changed after the wedding.  Thank you folks, that is all."

   "Thank you, judge," Stan said, which was echoed by the girls.

   Stan guided them out.  They piled in the car and were off.  He didn't go
to the house or the motel.  They weren't sure where he was going.  He
stopped in front of a small jewelry store.

   "What are we doing here?" Sarah asked.

   "You can't get married without wedding rings, can you?"

   "You're gonna buy us rings?" Becky asked.

   "Of course, I will get you each a simple gold band.  The thing is that
you will still be growing, so what fits now, won't in a few years.  So they
are going to be little more like keep sake's then what you will be wearing
for the rest of your life.  We can see about getting new rings for you when
you are all grown up.  The other thing, I don't want you wearing them to
school or places that people might ask questions.  If someone asks if those
are wedding bands, for now you will have to deny it.  Everyone capire?"

   "Yes, sir," was the answer he got from all of them.

   He took them into the store.  He told the clerk that he was to be their
guardian, and the rings were for that.  She thought it was a lovely thing.
When she found they were all sisters, and this man was taking all of them
in, she thought even more of him.  Stan had got one for himself.  He had
them engrave on the inside of his ring with what will be their wedding date
his name and all three of their names.  On each of theirs, it was his name,
her name, and the date.  He did get them a little larger, more so for Becky
and Rachel than for Sarah.  They might grow into them.  They would do that,
and he could pick them up in a couple of days.

   On the way to the motel he explained why they needed to be there and not
over at the house.  He said he needed to be there when no workers were
present.  Stan missed them that night almost as much as they missed him. 
But he was back in the morning to take them to school.  He had arranged
that the workers came early enough he could go over so he was able to get
away to get to them to school on time.  That worked well enough for the
week.

   The weekend they would spend at the house.  The big controversy was who
could come out to cuddle with Stan.  He insisted they spend the night in
the bed and only in the morning could they come out for a cuddle.  Each
girl would get half an hour with him.  They were going to be coming out
based on the straw they drew.

   At six-thirty the winning girl was out to present herself.  Rachel had
the longest straw.  Stan scooted over on the couch so there was room for
Rachel to lay with him.  She slid under the blanket with him.  She cuddled
up to him.  He gave her few kisses on her ears she liked that best, and
wanted more.  He was more than willing.  He kissed and nibbled on her ears.
He told her how he felt very lucky to have all three girls as his wives. 
He licked around her ear and nibbled on the lobes, blew in the ear.  That
sent shivers down her back, and she loved it.  He was kissing around her
neck.  That's when he heard an alarm beeping.

   The beeping stopped and Sarah was there.  Rachel yielded her place to
her older sister, and Sarah moved on in.  Once she was comfortable she
turned her face up to him and kissed him.  She wasn't going to waste time.
She got her tongue into action right away.  They spent the rest of their
time tongue wrestling.  They had their arms wrapped around each other so
tight, Stan wondered how they could manage to breathe.

   He heard the beeping of the alarm and looked up, Becky was standing
there.  She ripped down the blanket and said, "My turn." Sarah yielded with
a mournful look back at Stan, as though she would never see him again. 
Becky bounced in to take her place, and pulled the blanket back over them.
She got right close to him and just wanted to hold him.  She held on to him
like a man lost in the ocean hangs on to anything that can keep him afloat.
He lay there.  Becky felt so soft and warm next to him.  He thought about
his girls.

   He wondered if the one crossed eye on Becky could be fixed.  What about
Rachel could her lip and nose be fixed better.  He had the cream and had
given it to Sarah to treat the carbuncles on her face.  He wondered why her
parents had never had her treated.  He wanted to do so much for these
girls, `my girls', he thought.

   Sarah was detailed to make breakfast for them.  After they ate, Rachel
and Becky were to do the dishes, clean up and straighten up the house as
much as could be done, considering there had been work going on building
the rooms.  Stan drove Sarah to the store, she walked the aisles with Stan
pushing the cart.  They needed things for the weekend.  Stan would be at
the house most of the evenings and nights, so he needed things for himself.

   When they got home Rachel and Becky were looking through their things
piled in the second bedroom.  Stan told them to get out what ever they
would need for the next week and for their trip to Vegas, especially their
swim suits.  Sarah told him they don't have one, they've never had one.

   The day was spent doing what each girl wanted.  Rachel reading, Becky
drawing.  Sarah was outside looking over the work that had been done and
trying to read the plans.  Stan was out getting the car ready for the trip,
changing the oil and getting it all cleaned up.  The final task of the day
was washing the car.  It was a bit of a job for the girls in their long
dresses, and trying not to soak each other with the hose.

   Sarah got to quit early as she was to go in and make dinner.  Something
she was glad to do.  She was wet enough already from what the other girls
were doing.  When they sat down to eat everyone was impressed.  Sarah had
made a meatloaf.  There was a salad, and fresh rolls.  It was a good job
for her first time solo.

   That evening, they wanted Stan to play and sing for them.  So he put on
an hour and a half concert for them.  By then he was tired and wanted a
rest.  The TV became the entertainment for the rest of the night.  At
bedtime they were all hustled off to the bed.  He told them if they wanted
a cuddle in the morning they could have one.  But they had to remember they
had church in the morning.  Sarah was to be first.  She was happy to hear
that.  But, not so happy to hear she would be getting breakfast started
after her cuddle.

   It was earlier then the day before when Sarah appeared for her time with
Stan.  Sarah asked, "Stan, do you want to have children?  I mean with me?"

   "Yes, of course.  Don't you think you would make a good mom?"

   "I don't know.  Will I have to do the cooking for everybody?  Even if
Rachel and Becky had kids, too?"

   "I don't know.  We can see about that when the time comes.  Why are you
worried about that?"

   "I don't know.  I would like you to spend a lot of time with me."

   "I will, but I will have to spend time with my other wives, too."

   "I know.  It's like my dad didn't spend so much time with my mom."

   "Are you worried I won't spend so much time with you?"

   "Maybe.  I could see that my mom wanted more of my dad's attention.  She
seemed a little sexually frustrated," Sarah confided.

   "Are you thinking you won't get your share of sex?"

   "Maybe.  I want to know what it's like."

   "You've never done it before?"

   "No, mom and dad would have blown a gasket if I ever did anything with a
boy.  Not that I ever got a chance."

   "Why didn't you?  Didn't you like any boys?"

   "I did, but they didn't like me.  Everyone in the church hated me
because of my dad.  They didn't like me because they said I'm ugly, and I'm
bossy.  Do you think I'm ugly?"

   "No, honey I don't.  You're not ugly, but you can be a bit bossy.  If
you can tone that down a bit that would be nice.  Look at it this way, you
don't have to worry about what the boys say about you now.  You've already
got your man.  You're not ugly and you don't have to care what others say
about you.  Well, except me and your sisters.  Since we will all be living
together."

   "You'll be having sex with me?"

   "Of course.  You do know all about it, right?"

   "Yeah, they covered all those things in seventh-grade.  It's just that I
never did anything with anybody.  I hope I'll be good for you."

   "If your kissing is any indication, I think you'll be fine."

   "Really?  That's why I wanted to practice with you in the garage where
no one could see us, especially Rachel and Becky."

   "Well, I am afraid they will see us.  Even if they don't, they will know
that we have sex, but I don't want other people to know that we do.  Just
like for now, we don't tell about our marriage.  Not at least until you are
older and it doesn't look so bad, you being so young and all."

   They heard a beeping and looked up.  Rachel was standing there.  "I'll
start breakfast," Sarah said as she got up.

   "What were you doing?"

   "With Sarah?"

   "Yeah."

   "Just talking."

   "About what?"

   "Having kids and things."

   "You want to have kids with her?"

   "Yes, and you too, and with Becky."

   "What else did you talk about?"

   "We were talking about sex.  Inga explained that to you?"

   "Yeah, she told us."

   "Sarah was wondering how it would be.  She knew about it but she hadn't
ever done anything."

   Rachel thought for a minute, during which time there was silence, except
for sounds in the kitchen.  Rachel then spoke, "You know how on TV, when
they do weddings, the preacher asks you take him for richer and poorer and
stuff?"

   "Yeah, I've seen that."

   "Do they also mean about not having sex with other people?"

   "Usually yes, but if I'm married to all three of you, you know that I
will be with all three of you.  So in a sense, that kind of throws out the
not having sex with others."

   "Does that apply to only the husband?"

   "You mean like can the wife be having sex with others too?"

   "Yeah, kind of like that."

   "I think that is frowned on because if she is married to one man and a
different man were to make her pregnant, the law considers that child as
her husband's even if it isn't."

   "What if she didn't get pregnant?"

   "You mean like she was taking the pill?"

   "Yeah, but what if she couldn't get pregnant?"

   "You mean, like Delilah couldn't get pregnant?"

   "No, like if the person she is having sex with can't make her pregnant?"

   "How would that work?"

   "What if it were two girls?"

   "So you wanted to know if it was two girls, which of course can't result
in a baby, then would that be OK?  That's what you're asking?"

   "Yeah, sort of."

   "Are you thinking you would like to have sex with one of your sisters,
with Sarah or Becky?"

   "No, I wasn't thinking so much about them.  It's kind of a general
question."

   "So if I think it would be alright if a married woman had relations with
other women?"

   "Yeah, like that," Rachel said.

   "I guess that would depend on the husbands, what they thought about it."

   "What if he didn't know it?"

   "There was only one husband involved?"

   "Umm, yeah, only one, like they are sister-wives."

   "So sister-wives together?"

   "Humm.  Not exactly."

   "Then how exactly?"

   "Well if one of them is a married lady and the other one wasn't, does
that count as breaking the rule about not having sex with others?  They
ain't gonna get pregnant that way, right?"

   "Well, for sure they aren't going to get pregnant, so does it count
against the married lady having sex with other unmarried women?  That's
what you're asking?"

   "Yeah, or even if the other person was married too, but to a different
man.  Could she be doing that?"

   "It would depend on what the husbands thought of that."

   "What if they didn't know?"

   "How would they be able to do such things and their husbands not know?'

   "Well, like if he was married to lots of women and he was off with one
of them and another to stay home.  She could be doing things with the other
girls.  That would be OK, wouldn't it?"

   "Rachel, where would you get such an idea?  Do you know of someone doing
that?"

   "Umm, I was just thinking it up."

   "Seems to me last weekend Ben was away with Marie.  That left Elisabeth
and Inga on their own, except for the girls they took hiking.  Did
something happen with you while you were hiking?"

   "I'm not saying it did, but would it be bad if it did?"

   "That depends.  First off, did they make you do it?"

   "No, they didn't make us do anything."

   "Us?  So that means more than you.  Was Becky involved in this?  Did she
do it willingly?  Or was she forced?"

   "They didn't force any of us."

   "They, so it was both Elisabeth and Inga doing things with you, and they
did things not only with you and Becky, but with the other girls too?"

   He had guessed her secret.  "You won't tell anyone?"

   "It depends, were any of you forced to do anything?"

   "No."

   "Did you like it?"

   "Umm...umm." Rachel hemmed and hawed.

   "Come on Rachel, I'm gonna be your husband in only a few days.  You need
to trust me and tell me the truth."

   "Yeah, we did stuff together, and we liked it." She said the truth
dragged out of her.

   "We meaning you and Becky?"

   "Yeah.  Is it bad?  Are you mad at us?"

   "Is that what you planned when you went on the hike?"

   "No, honest, I didn't know that we were going to do those things until
we got there."

   "I bet Inga and Elisabeth had it planned."

   "Maybe.  When Elisabeth came to the classroom to teach us about sex, she
was doing things to me."

   "She was there?  I thought Inga was going to teach you?"

   "She was there she did most of the teaching, but when Inga took out that
thing that looked like a man's penis, Elisabeth was the one who showed how
sex was."

   "How did she show you?"

   "She took off her clothes and then she used the thing and was putting it
in her vagina, and moving it real fast.  Inga said that you would be doing
that to us."

   "What else did they teach you?"

   "She said that sometimes a husband liked his wife to suck on his thing.
She showed how to suck it.  She said you would probably like that."

   "Is that all she said?"

   "No... umm, she said that if you were nice, you would want to kiss and
lick us down there."

   "She just told you about that?"

   "Well... no, she showed us."

   "How?"

   "Elisabeth was licking me down there, and Inga was doing that for
Becky."

   "So you both got your pussies eaten in the classroom?"

   "Yeah.  Did we do wrong, Stan?  Will you still marry us?  Are you gonna
tell on them?"

   "Don't be silly, of course I'm gonna marry you, and Becky too, since she
was involved in this too.  Do you think Ben knows about what his wives do?"

   "I don't know."

   "I will tell you this, so long as Ben doesn't know, I'm not telling him.
If you and his wives do anything more, that's up to you.  BUT, these are
very big buts, you can't be caught doing anything!  If you are, then the
women would be in trouble and so would I.  So number one, don't get caught.
Number two, if you do, then don't let anyone know that I know about you and
them.  You capire?"

   "Yes, sir," Rachel answered.

   He gave her a French Kiss, then said, "Go send out Becky and you go see
if Rachel needs help.  If not, go get dressed for church."

   Becky presented herself for her cuddle time.  After she got in under the
blanket, he asked her, "You want to have babies with me?"

   "Yes," she shyly said.

   "I understand you got a pretty good education on how babies are made."

   She quietly whispered, "I guess so."

   "Since you know what's involved, you sure you want to do that?"

   "Will it hurt?"

   "I'll try to make it so it doesn't.  You want that?"

   "Yeah OK."

   "I understand you learned something else that a girl does for her
husband."

   She thought for a moment, "You mean taking your thing in my mouth? 
Yeah, they told us about that."

   "You think you could do that?"

   "Yeah, I guess.  You want that?"

   "I think that I might.  I think you learned about something else along
those lines?"

   "What?" Becky said, not sure what he meant.

   "You would have me in your mouth.  Would you also like my mouth down on
you there?"

   She was a bit surprised, but happy Stan would think about doing that for
her.  He let her stew for a minute.  "You like that, don't you?  You like
someone licking your little pussy for you, don't you?"

   "What?" she said in surprise.

   "I understand that has been done to you before and you liked it.  That's
true, isn't it?"

   "How did you know?" She looked up at him in surprise.

   "I think that both Inga and Elisabeth have had their mouths down on you
there.  I bet you liked it.  So you want me to do that to you, too?"

   "Right now?" she said, her eyes bulging out of her head.

   "Not now, later after we're married.  Can you wait until then?"

   "It's Saturday isn't it?"

   "Yes it is.  Just think, in less than a week you'll be an old married
lady."

   "I'm not old, I'm only going into the fourth-grade."

   "I am sure you will be the only married fourth-grader in your school."
Stan said with a lecherous grin.  Then he planted a kiss on her lips.  That
was followed by his tongue barging into her mouth.  She accepted it's
entrance, she didn't have any other choice.  But she didn't mind at all. 
They continued swapping spit until Sarah came to get them for breakfast.

   "You're doing that with her?" She said instead of something like,
`breakfast is ready.' "Why weren't you doing that with me?" Sarah said, now
hurt.

   "Because we had more important things to do.  But don't worry, my sweet,
I won't forget about you.  You'll get yours.  I promise.  Now, is breakfast
ready?"

   "Yes," Sarah said meekly.

   "Then let's eat," Stan said, standing up, nearly pushing Becky off the
couch.

   They ate and headed off to the church.  Stan wasn't thrilled that there
was no one home, while they were at the church.  But that couldn't be
helped.  There were no walls to prevent someone from walking into the
house. He did need to go and take the girls.

   For Stan it was the same old boring service, put on by people who didn't
know that they were talking about.  But, he needed them.  So, you don't
want to piss them off.  At least not until you have what you want from
them. The girls were off in children's church.  He hoped they were learning
something useful and maybe even true.

   After the service, he saw Ben.  He went over to and said to him,
"Morning Ben, how's it going?"

   "It's going well.  How about you?  Everything coming together for your
wedding?"

   "I'm fine, thanks.  There are a couple of things I would like to ask you
about," Stan said.

   "Ask way."

   "You know the wedding is on Saturday.  Of course you and your wives are
invited.  We didn't have invitations printed up and sent out.  How can you
word that on an invitation that he is marrying her, and her and her?  Since
we can have only have church members in good standing, the invitations are
verbal ones only anyway.  Since you are going to be there, I wondered if
you would do something for me?"

   "Sure, what do you need?"

   "I need a witness to sign the license when Sarah and I are married."

   "I am honored that you asked.  Of course I will do that.  You said a
couple of things.  What other things would that be?"

   "I will officially become the guardians for Rachel and Becky..."

   "Becky ah?"

   "Yes, we've taken to calling her that.  We like it and so does she.  But
what I wanted, if you would talk to Abner, have him add them on my health
insurance as dependents.  Also, have Sarah put down as my spouse.  At least
after Saturday."

   "Sure, that is not a problem at all."

   "Thanks, Ben.  You know I think of you more as a friend instead of an
employee.  I could never run the place half as well as you do.  For that, I
am grateful."

   "It's not a problem at all.  I enjoyed working for Jerry, and since you
are his son, I am more than happy to carry that on.  Besides, its nice to
work with you too."

   Joel Larson came to talk to him about a matter and led him away.  Marie
followed them off.  Elisabeth drifted away, leaving Stan there with Inga.

   He took Inga by the arm and led her away from the crowded sanctuary,
before he spoke, in a quiet voice.  "I was talking to Rachel this morning.
She kinda let the cat out of the bag."

   Smiling at him like she hadn't the faintest clue about what he was
talking about, she said, "And what cat would that be?"

   "I don't want to hit this too hard, since we are both in the same boat,
so to speak."

   "You are talking about bags and boats, but you haven't said what you
really mean."

   "How long have you been taking little girls to bed?"

   "You think I have been doing that?" she said in the calmest of voices,
as though what he said was nothing at all.

   "Yes, both you and Elisabeth.  You both had my younger girls, and those
two other girls.  The Larson girls, weren't they?  You were having your way
with them sexually."

   "You are saying Rachel told you that?  If what you are saying is true,
and I'm not saying it is, how does that put us both in the `same boat,' as
you said?"

   "Well, as you know I will be marrying those two girls, and I will have
marital relations with them.  So I am going to be bedding a couple of young
girls.  Girls that you actually got to before me."

   "Is that what you are concerned about?  That they aren't virgins?"

   "No, actually I don't care about about the virgin part.  Rachel was
asking if it was alright that she did that with you.  I think she was a bit
concerned that she was cheating on me.  She was also, I think, looking for
some positive affirmation that her going to bed with a woman was OK.  I
know the church holds a position against homosexual sex, so does she.  I
think she liked what you all did, and would like to do more.  So, she was
sort of asking for permission."

   "Is that so?" Inga asked, cocking an eyebrow, "and what did you tell
her?"

   "Does Ben know about, your shall we say, your extra-curricular
activities?"

   "Elisabeth and I try to keep a low profile with that.  I don't think he
knows.  I don't think he tries to find anything out.  I would appreciate it
that he didn't find out.  We are good wives for him and he likes that. 
That is good enough for him.  So what is it that you really want, since you
referenced Rachel?"

   "I told her that if she was going to do anything with you, she shouldn't
be caught.  I would assume that is of concern for you, too?"

   "Yes, of course, but you can only get caught if something is ongoing. 
Are you thinking that you would allow some things between them, Elisabeth,
and I to exist?"

   "Only if they want it, and there is plausible deniability for me.  If
officially I don't know about it, then I am not responsible."

   "So you are saying they can go `hiking' with us at times?"

   "In a word, yes.  Would you have them involved with other young girls?"

   "If they wished to hike with other girls, I am sure we could find some
others to join us."

   "I think they might like that.  But as to who and when, I will leave
that to you.  It might be best that I don't know anything about it."

   "Mums the word then," she said with a smile.

   "Oh, I was telling Ben about the wedding, Saturday.  Of course you'll be
there?"

   "We wouldn't miss it for the world.  I am sure it will be a wonderful
thing for Rachel and Becky.  I know my wedding was." With that, Inga took
her leave.

   Patrick Parley found him before he collected the girls.  "One thing I
need to share with you.  This is something you need to do during the
wedding.  If you held the priesthood you would know this.  But I have to
share this with you, though we won't normally show persons who are not a
member of the priesthood in the church.  It is called the Elder's grip.  It
is done like this." Patrick took Stan's hand and held it in a peculiar way.
"You will take the wives and hold their hands like this while we do the
ceremony.  Please don't reveal this to anyone."

   "Not a problem there," Stan reassured him.

   "Thank you," Patrick said before leaving.  Stan could now go and find
his girls.

   They went back to the house, and spent the rest of the day there.  He
told them some of what he had planned for their honeymoon.  They did have
questions, but they were more of a sexual nature.  The questions were
largely along the lines, was he going to do IT with then, and how.  He
reassured them that they will be full wives and he would care for them. 
When the time came to make women of them, he would be very gentle.  He
hoped that they would enjoy it.

   They had school in the morning, and their finals were coming up.  They
spent the rest of the day studying.  Stan told them no coming out for
snuggles in the morning.  The workers would be here.

   The girls had eaten and were finishing getting dressed when the first
workers arrived.  It was time to head off to school.  They spent their last
days of the year busy with tests, interspersed with fun activities.  He was
busy making phone calls down to Las Vegas arranging things.  Stan picked
them up after school.  He took them back to the motel.  He needed to get
back to the house, and stay there.  They knew to go over to the restaurant
to eat, for dinner and breakfast in the morning.  He would pick them up and
take them to school.  That was the pattern for the rest of the week.

   Come Thursday Stan received a call from the intermediate school, he had
to go pick up the wedding cake.  He got it and took it back to the
restaurant.  Marie had cleared out a place in the walk-in refrigerator. 
His next stop was the high school where he picked up the temple wedding
garments for the girls.  The girls finished school, and received their
report cards.  He came and picked them up and had them stay at the motel.
He took the garments home with him.  He would keep them there.

   That evening they had something to do, so they had to hurry and eat. 
Then they needed to dress.  Tonight was the night Sarah was graduating from
primary school, and headed to secondary school in the fall.  When she
starts school, in the fall she will be in high school.  Her fiance and her
sisters watched her.  Becky wanted to take the photos.  So Stan gave her
the camera and let her go for it.

   Friday morning after the workers were there he went over to the motel
and ate with the girls.  Before bringing them back to house, Stan took them
over to the motel so they could take all their things out of the room. 
They packed up all their things, and once the room was cleaned, it would be
available to be used again.

   They brought their things over to the house.  When they got there, they
saw that there was a new bed.  They were over joyed when the furniture
store delivered and set up the king sized bed.  They got pillows and
blankets with sheets and made it up.  Later, it would be pushed up against
the queen already in the room.

   As Ruben had promised the walls were finally finished, and the house
enclosed, and there was a roof in place.  The workers would be back on
Monday.  They should be finished by the next Friday.  They would have the
rooms painted according to the choice of the girls.

   He left the girls there, while he went to the store and bought four
suitcases.  They surely couldn't show up at the hotel with their things in
paper bags.  Like wise his duty bag wouldn't make it.  When he got out the
suit cases, the girls were to pack the clothes they would need for their
honeymoon.  They were to pack light.

   That night after dinner the girls were happy, but there was a fight who
would get to sleep next to Stan.  They had to draw straws.  Stan was in the
middle he had Sarah one side of him Becky on his other side.  Rachel ended
up on the other side of Becky.  Stan insisted that there would be nothing
happening that night.  They were going to have a big day the next day.

   When they were up in the morning, Sarah knew that it was her job to get
breakfast ready.  Her choice for day was going to be cereal, toast and
juice and milk for the girls.  They weren't thrilled that Stan would have
coffee.  It reminded them of the problems they endured when their father
wouldn't keep the word of wisdom.

   They had an appointment at the beauty shop later in the day.  He took
them there.  He had to wait awhile as their hair was done.  Caroline then
applied their make up.  The girls looked great.  No one had ever considered
them beautiful, but at least they were now very cute.  Even Sarah's
carbuncles had dried up and gone away.  They would have to keep from
getting things messed up for the next five hours.

   They went over to the restaurant for dinner.  Every one all had to come
over and see them.  Even Jethro came out to see them.  He told them they
were all beautiful.  Stan took them over to the house.  To keep them clean,
he did most of the work of putting the suitcases in the car.

   Stan got a shower to get ready.  He had some clothes to wear at the
reception.  The girls put on their new white dresses.  They drove over to
the church.  They were separated as soon as they got there.  The girls
brought the box with their wedding garments.  Inga and Elisabeth were there
to help the girls dress.  Ida, Patrick's wife, was there to supervise their
dressing in their wedding garments, making sure they were on right.