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 You know the rest.  The year was 2008 and I had just come back.  I walked
into my house and saw them.

   "Now who the fu - - [I saw two young girls there too, so fuck was not
said] heck are you and what are you doing in my home?" I demanded.

   The woman was in shock and grabbed her children protectively.  They hid
behind her looking scared in my direction.

   "Who, who are you?" The woman asked.

   "I am the man who owns the house you are in, that is who I am!" I told
her harshly but without yelling.  `Is anyone else here with you?"

   "No, just my children and I," the woman answered in a low voice that
showed fear.

   Her children were shaking in fear.  This has to stop.

   Kneeling down I ignored the mother and spoke to the two young girls. 
They were not physically close to me but I did not want to appear to tower
over them.  Where they were standing I was already too close to these
frightened little waifs hiding behind their mother, so the calmer I was the
better it was for them.

   "I am sure that everything will be ok, so don't worry and don't be
afraid.  I would never hurt you or your mother.  I am just a little
surprised to find someone here.  Now don't worry, we will work things out
just as soon as I find out what is going on.  No one will hurt you here so
it will be OK.  I promise no one will ever hurt you if you are with me." I
said in a soft voice.

   I am sure I did not look all that great after seventy two hours of
traveling and six months in some hell hole.  At least I stopped off before
I got home and took a shower and got some groceries.

   Looking around I could see that the house looked better than I did.  I
had been away for six months and by the look of things nothing had been
damaged and the place was clean and neat.  It was cleaner than I remember
when I left and I was pretty clean and neat, now that there was only me.

   "The, the, the owner said we could stay here." The woman said,
stuttering, almost as frightened as the children.

   "What is the owner's name, the one who said you could stay here?" I
asked, keeping my voice down and not showing emotion that might frighten
the mother or her children.  I remained kneeling and looking up at her.

   "Susan and Linda said I could stay here.  My daughters go to school with
their daughters." The woman said, trying not to break down.

   "My daughters!  Well it figures." I said with some exasperation, but
still softly.

   "Well you must know two of my granddaughters, Carley and Carey?  They
are about your age so you must see them at school." I said to the two
girls. I did not care about the mother at this time, she would be taken
care of later but for now the little ones had to be soothed.

   Getting nods from both of them I went on.

   "Well then, I have a special treat for little girls that play with my
granddaughters.  Do you like ice cream?  I have some here with me." I told
them.

   Of course I got a big smile and a silent head nod for "yes" from both of
them, even though they were still a little shaken and afraid of me.  But
trust comes easy to children, especially when mom is there and ice cream is
involved.

   There are a few things I do when I travel.  One is to make sure
everything is washed and clean and folded when I pack it to go home.  I
hate coming home and having to spend two days washing things.  I also hated
for my wife to have to do it, so I always did it before I came home.  There
were other things I wanted my bride to spend her time on and doing my wash
was not one of them.

   It was lucky for them that I came home fully equipped.  I stopped at the
commissary and picked up enough food for a month after I hit the gym and
used the showers.  That too was standard for me now.

   "Call my daughters while I bring things inside" I told the woman.

   "What is your name?  My name is Franklin." I said.

   Without waiting for a response or even hearing one I began to bring in
bags and bags of food.  The ice cream hit the plates first.  They each got
a scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream with sprinkles on top.  I always
get ice cream for the grandchildren when I come home and that is their
favorite.  Ok, I get some for my daughters too; a father's habits are hard
to break.

   As the little ones ate I filled the freezer and refrigerator with
everything I bought.  I even went and filled the extra freezer and
refrigerator that I kept downstairs in the underground garage.

   I did not talk to them but I kept my body language relaxed and I did
smile when I looked at them.  The girls were pretty cute and deserved a
smile.  There was something missing in their eyes though.  We would have to
work on that.  This time working on "that" would have to be limited to
making them smile so I gave them another scoop of ice cream and a few more
sprinkles.  They smiled.

   I live in a small community of twenty town homes.  It was two attached
and each had access to a common underground garage, that was divided up
into two garages for each two town homes and they were completely enclosed,
so you had a private garage for each unit but with a common drive to get to
them.  That way there was a lot of grass on top where we were and not much
in the way of pavement.  The entire community was built on an underground
parking structure, with lots of grass above it and great drainage.  There
was only one entrance to the garage from the street area.

   It took about thirty minutes and while I did the unpacking and after my
"guest" had a time to talk with my daughters, I then spoke with both of my
daughters and told them that I would be over in a while to see them.  They
are always my first stop when I come home.

   These days I tend to travel a lot.  No one knows when I come home, not
even me.  Well maybe they do tell me when I am going to go home but I don't
pay attention anymore.  One day seems to meld into the next and the
previous one.  I am just treading water in life right now.

   "There is plenty of food so make the girls something good and nutritious
to eat and maybe when I get back you will be so kind as to finally tell me
your names." I said as I walked out the door with packages in both arms.  I
did not wait for a reply.

   It was a nice thirty minute walk to their house.  They lived next door
to each other with a common yard that they made common by taking the fence
down.  That thirty minutes is not more and a couple of miles, if that.  I
could have driven but I was still wired from the trip and walking would
help.

   Once there I was with my daughters and granddaughters and yes, their
husbands too.  Hell, I'm a father.  The thought of my daughters having sex
with a man, even a husband, pisses me off.  When they married my daughters
I did not give them a gun, but I showed them the bullet.  I was very
protective.  OK maybe I am not pissed after all these years but if they
hurt them I will get pissed in a big hurry.  Children are forever,
especially daughters.

   I learned all about my three "guests".  I learned probably more than
they would have wanted me to know.  After two hours I left and took a walk
to a store I know about, from years of visiting it.

   I entered my house and in each hand I had a large doll, as if we had
been walking holding hands.  Not a hard doll but a soft one with a round
happy face.  Everything about them was soft and cuddly.  They were huggy
dolls; well that is what I called them.  They were the kind of dolls that
you could hug and never get a scratch.

   All three of them were standing there expectantly looking at me when I
walked into the house, holding a doll in each hand, like they were kids.

   "Jane, Julie, these two little girls wanted to come home with me once
they learned that you two were living here, so I agreed.  I am sure they
would love to play with you." I said from a kneeling position and in a very
soft voice.  I had learned their names from my daughters so I used them. 
Once I heard their story I completely understood.

   "What are their names?" Julie, the youngest, asked.

   "I don't know precious.  They told me that they would only talk to you
from now on so you will have to ask them." I said as I held both dolls out.

   Jane and Julie walked slowly toward me, looking back and forth at their
mother at least ten times in not as many feet.  Then the little hands went
out and the dolls were gone, each into the arms of an enchanted child.  The
girls even decided who would get which doll and they did it without saying
a word.

   It reminded of young monkeys that reach out to touch something and then
finally letting go of mother run over and grab something but realizing that
they were away from mom went running back.

   They ran to their mother but looked out from behind her, smiling and
cuddling their new dolls.

   Sometimes life is good, and at other times it is very good.

   Me, I was born a year too early.  You see I was born in 1953 and because
of that I was eighteen in 1971.  Why is that bad?  That was the last year
of the draft and in 1971 I was drafted and got to play in South East Asia.
It was not all that bad if you didn't mind getting shot at and hit a few
times, and all that other shit.  I sort of minded all of it.

   My mother cried when I was drafted.  My father cried even more.  He had
been in World War II and Korea.  He knew what was going to happen.  He was
one of the "Frozen Chosin" and knew first hand what could happen in battle.
He finally got back in 1952 and I was born nine months later, hence the
mistake, I was born a year too early.

   So here I am drafted into the army and not loving it.  I did not have
that much of a family life back home because I was sort of impulsive.  Once
I found out that I could actually go to school for free when I was in the
Army I was a happy camper, except for that part about people shooting at
me, and hitting me and the stabbing and that other stuff too.  That
definitely cut down on the study time and the happiness factor took a nose
dive.

   So by 1973 America was out of Vietnam and I had done my two years.  But
I was a greedy little piggy and liked being taken care of.  You know what
the say about the Army.  The Army is like a large giant rubber, it gives
you security while you are being screwed.

   Before my second year was over I extended for two more.  I did not worry
much about a VRB [Variable Reenlistment Bonus] because it was shit for the
infantry, but the computer guys [that was brand new then] and that type of
MOS got a good one, up to ten thousand dollars tax free, if you were in Nam
when you took a burst of six [six year enlistment] to get it.  But what I
did get was a stripe.  I went from a Sergeant to a Staff Sergeant.

   Now that kind of movement in rank in two years is unheard of today but
back then it was common.  We had a lot of people in uniform and even had an
instant NCO program, but it was over by then.  What I got was a "blood"
stripe.  Someone was busted and the local command kept the rank to give to
a member of the unit, I was that member.  Ok, it made me a dick to take it;
but it gave me a nice bit of extra cash, better duty, and more free time.
Fuck, I did not cause the guy to get busted down.

   Now my time was just humping in the mud and the fucking rain, but what
all I really wanted was the free education.  By free I don't mean the GI
bill, I mean fucking free.  Yea, I got shot a couple of times, nothing
serious.  Not every wound is a chest shot with half your guts spilled out.
Shot twice, stabbed once, that was more than enough.  I had a few medals
but nothing special.  I was just like everyone else, I did not want to get
killed and I was scared shitless all the fucking time.

   Well good old Vietnam ended and I went off to the Philippines.  Not bad
duty.  I was twenty and I saw Mahal and I was in love.  That is a play on
words because her name means "love," and I was in her in a flash.

   Now I know what you are all thinking but you would be wrong.  It was not
Subic Bay and she was not a whore.  To think she was, would be like
thinking that every woman in Los Angeles is a whore because someone once
fucked a whore in Hollywood.

   When I saw Mahal I went right up to her and told her I loved her and
wanted to marry her.  She looked at me and said "OK" and we went to see her
father.  And it was just like that too.  Well there were just a few days in
between that we learned about each other.

   Told you I was kind of impulsive and so was Mahal.  We were a perfect
fit.  I needed impulsive.

   Now her daddy had other ideas.  He was career Army and was not pleased
that a newly minted Staff Sergeant wanted his baby girl.  He wanted Mahal
to be one of the first women in West Point and I was killing that idea. 
Well there were a few younger daughters and they could go, Mahal was mine
as far as I was concerned.  When I saw what I wanted I took it and I wanted
her.  That is just the kind of guy I am.

   Mahal and I had originally spent the day getting to know each other, and
the night too, and the next day and that night.  All in all we spent 72
hours getting to know each other before we went to see daddy.  Daddy was
advised that she was ok each day but not where we were and I was on a
week's leave so it worked out.

   Neither one of us were virgins and we wanted to make sure we were
compatible and sure enough we were.  All the parts fit in all the proper
places, and a few of the improper ones.  We did talk some but mostly it was
moaning and panting and screaming each other's name.

   Daddy was a Filipino American and a Sergeant Major to boot.  He was old
damn school.  For our wedding he gave me a model 1911 Springfield Armory
.45.  Then he held a bullet between his fingers and showing it to me
explained that if I wanted the bullet with the gun he would be happy to
give it to me.  I took a pass on the bullet but I kept the .45 and his
daughter.

   Mahal was an Army Brat and did not mind traveling with me.  As a matter
of fact we spent eight years doing just that.  There was not a place we
went that she did not know someone.  It might have been someone she "grew
up with" whose parents were in the military and was now in themselves, or a
parent of a friend, or the friend of her parents.  We had friends
everywhere.

   She knew my plans and agreed with them.  Everyplace we went we both went
to school.  I had to pay for her but I was free.

   Funny program they have in the Army if you are enlisted.  They pay for
school for you and it is free.  If you are an officer you have to extend
five years beyond your last paid for class, but we enlisted just get a pass
on that one.  Plus there are classes you can take right from the Army and
they count toward a degree too, if you get into the right school. 
Ultimately in my eight years I had classes at USC, University of South
Carolina is the first USC, and Duke, UCLA, [going to one USC is enough],
and in Germany and England, and a few on the West Coast, including Cal. 
Tech; just to name a few.

   By the time my second two years was about up I was almost had a Bachelor
of Science degree in Engineering.  That means it was reenlistment time and
that means I got to talk with Top.  Top was the First Sergeant, an E8
[Enlisted grade 8 out of 9 Enlisted grades] with an attitude.

   The year was 1975 and all sorts of great things were happening in the
world.  In my world the thing that was happening was my reenlistment talk.

   "You know why you are here.  I want you to reenlist and help me keep my
stats up.  I know that as soon as you get your big time degree you are
going to be one of those college pukes with a commission but if you enlist
with me first at least I get the credit before you crawl your lazy ass out
of here and pretend to be a gentleman and never work a day in your life."
Top told me.

   "Wow you convinced me.  It is patently obvious that not many humans
could withstand that withering display of facts and rational for a military
career.  Where do I sign?" I told him.

   "Get the fuck out of my office cheese dick." Top said.

   "What do I get if I take a burst of six top?" I asked.

   Now I had his attention.

   "Why you want to do that?" Top asked.  The man was fucking born
suspicious.  When he was born he made his mother drop to give him 50 "good
ones" and had her recite the then recognized General Orders applicable to
the Army and the ones applicable to all the branches of service, just to
make sure she was good enough to be his mother.

   "I want a stripe as soon as I get my degree.  I don't want a butter bar
[second lieutenant] or even a silver one.  I want a stripe and I want to
stay infantry." I told him.

   "Tell you what Franklin.  You get your degree within a year and I will
call in some favors and we will see about that stripe." Top told me.

   Now this was a leap of faith on my part.  I was blowing off being an
officer for the "possible" privilege of becoming a member of the senior NCO
club.

   The difference between a Staff Sergeant and a Platoon Sergeant/Sergeant
First Class [E7] is like the difference between being a captain and a
Lieutenant Colonel.  Yes you want to know about being a Major but the step
is not high enough to show the difference.  There are only nine enlisted
ranks and as an E7 there would only be one step between me and the top
enlisted rank.  There is five steps between being a Lieutenant Colonel and
a full General, so you see how high up I would be in the enlisted ranks.

   I spoke to my wife about it and she agreed.  The next day I went back in
and signed the papers, I was in the Army for another six years.

   Four months later I dropped a copy of my degree and transcripts on the
First Sergeant's desk.

   "So fucking what?" The First Sergeant said as he stood up, grabbed the
papers in his hand, lifted his leg and ran them over his ass like he was
using them for toilet paper.  "Get your ass out of here Staff Sergeant or I
will take the staff part and shove it up your ass."

   I left a happy man.  I told my wife and she was happy about it too.  He
did not call me a "cheese dick" and used my rank to address me.  Now that
might not be a big thing to you but coming from the First Sergeant it was
everything.

   I did my job and I waited and I waited and I waited.  I did not say a
word to Top about it or to anyone else.  I waited five months and then it
happened, my damn stripe came down and not through channels either.  There
was no promotion board with Department of the Army running things.  It was
just one set of orders, with no fanfare or anything else.  They were just
there.

   The Battalion commander came into the company area and promoted me. 
While it would be standard for the company commander to promote up to Staff
Sergeant, a promotion in a non-combat area to that rank is pretty
important, so the battalion commander did it.

   Usually there would be a party and all of that but it happened just that
fast.  The only people there were my wife and some members of the company
and battalion staff.

   I was handed transfer orders that same time and I was off to Germany to
"soldier" during the cold war.  And let me tell you they sure as hell
"soldier" in Germany.

   I did take a minute with Top thought.

   "Thanks Top.  You are a man of your word." I told him.

   "I have no idea what you are talking about.  And if you spread that
dirty rumor about keeping my word I will hunt you down like the lying dog
you are." The First Sergeant said.

   Then he smiled and shook my hand.  We stayed friends until he died a few
years back.

   They had to move me quickly so that no one would wonder how I got
promoted without a promotion board.  To the new posting I would be an E7
and no one would think about it.

   In 1977 we had the first of two beautiful daughters.  The first was
Susan.  Yes I know, but my wife did not want anything ethnic.

   In 1979 the second daughter came.  We, that means my wife, named her
Linda.

   During these eight years with my bride I got a Masters in Engineering as
well as Computer Science and even managed a Ph.D.  in Engineering.  She got
a Masters in Business Administration.  She never used it but she said she
got it so I would not be married to an uneducated woman.

   In 1981 I left the Army but stayed in the reserves.  I was offered an E8
slot but turned it down.  I could have taken it and waited an additional
year and hit the reserves but I knew the man next in line.  I had a talk
with him and told him and his wife that I expected him to be a Sergeant
Major one day.  He thanked me because the board would not meet again for a
few years and this list would expire soon.  That means others might score
higher next time around and nothing is guaranteed.  We were all there to
celebrate when he made First Sergeant.

   No I did not make this decision on my own; I talked with my bride about
it.  I sure loved being married to her; she was my true partner and soul
mate.  She even agreed to forego the promotion when I told her why.

   I liked the Army so I stayed in the reserves except for some breaks at
being active duty and we raised our two daughters.

   I have to tell you there is nothing as much fun as raising two little
girls.  They are cute 24/7.  Little girls are devious too.  Now my bride
saw through everything and so did I, but I pretended not to and let them
get away with everything and anything.

   All they had to say was "Daddy" in that sweet little voice, with just a
hint of question in it and I was lost.  I went into mushy daddy mode and
was as pliable as mud in their hands.

   During this time we found a place we liked and settled down.  It was a
small expensive but secluded group of town houses.  I got a job with a
defense contractor and while I was there I made a few new things and got
patents on them.  I could tell you what they are but then you would laugh
at me.  Bet you thought I was going to say I would have to kill you. 
During the next ten years I got somewhere near forty patents on little
things and the government was the only buyer.  I got pretty rich.  Not as
rich as I would have gotten if I was on my own but I was used to being
taken care of, by the job and my wife.  And working with the DOD fit with
my reserve time.

   My father in law finally got his wish, a daughter in Hudson High and she
got a commission in the Army but not in a combat arms.  She was a lawyer of
all things and was in the Judge Advocates Office.  She finally made General
and then got out but stayed in the reserves as a General Officer and did
some high profile military cases but much later in her career.  To kill
time she got appointed as a state judge.

   So I had two sisters in law that became lawyers and a father in law that
no longer wanted to give me that .45 bullet.  Life was pretty good.

   Two weeks a year I played soldier in the infantry and one weekend a
month I attended drill.  Life was sweet.  My wife and little girls liked me
in my uniform as much as I liked wearing it.

   I went to dance recitals, and ballet lessons and bought barrettes, and
small little pink shoes and cute dresses.  That was the good years.  Then
they got older and became big girls and needed things like bras and bikinis
and I also got a new gun for the boys that would be on their way soon.

   President Reagan sent me to Granada for a few months and I spent some
time in the Middle East for a few months.  I was never shot at in the
Middle East but I trained with a number of Saudi Princes; are they all
fucking Princes?  Granada got me a star on my Combat Infantryman's Badge
[CIB].  I remembered that in Vietnam we had these old timers with two stars
on theirs, WW2, Korea and Nam.  Now I had one star on mine.

   In 1989 I was in for a few months of training and damn if operation Just
Cause did not hit and so I went to Panama for a month or two.  My CIB now
rated two stars.

   Then a fool named Saddam Hussein decided to take over Kuwait and I was
called up again.  We rocked and rolled and locked and loaded and in one
hundred hours of actual combat kicked his ass back into Iraq.  We did not
finish the job, that would come a decade later, but all in all it was a
sweet little war, at least for those of us that came back alive.

   Ole "Stormin Norman" Schwarzkopf ran a pretty nice little war.  He ran
us around the desert for months with General Powell as the theater
commander, but in the end the war was over before it started.

   Of course I was away for much longer than one hundred hours.  By that
time I was kicking forty in the ass and I was offered a commission to
Major. I did not want the demotion so I said no.

   About a month later I was promoted to Master Sergeant.  I got a call
from the Sergeant Major assigned to a high ranking General in Saudi Arabia
Theater of operations, which is where I was.

   "Here is the stripe I owe you Master Sergeant." I was told by the man I
stepped out of the way for so he could make Master Sergeant ten years
prior. He was now a Sergeant major with many years in grade.  Good things
seem to come back to you.

   I told my bride and she laughed too.  We invited them to visit and they
did.  We had a good month with them after the `war" was over.  You got
thirty days leave when you come back from a war zone to decompress.  I also
got a third star for my CIB.

   The kids were doing great.  It was 1991 and they were twelve and
fourteen and truth be known, my bride had to deal with them and those
hormones; I could not handle that.  They would have looked at me with those
big eyes, said "Daddy" and anything they wanted would have been theirs,
except allowing them to date before they were thirty-five.  A firm hand was
needed and I was not it, never was.

   Three women in the house and you know they synchronize so seven days out
of every month was hell no matter where I looked.  Hell, I still loved it.

   They might have been crazy as kids but they were still good kids.  Ten
years later it was 2001 and all hell broke lose.  This was not some little
war someplace; we were in a world war unlike any we had been in before.

   Every country had someone that was shooting at us and then the country
would say shit like, "well we did not do it, it was someone else." Well yea
fuckers but they live in your damn house so we might as fucking well blow
it up.  Don't want you wife and kids to get hurt don't let terrorists live
with you.

   We broke a lot of things and made one hell of a lot of widows and
orphans.  That was the easy part, living with it, well that sucked.  I went
from Afghanistan to Iraq and a few places we were never officially in.  Got
another star for the CIB.

   As a Master Sergeant I was assigned to a brigade as is the custom but I
also hit the field when I could.  But I was an old man compared to the kids
out there and I would only be in the way most of the time.  Frankly I
wanted some of the action but I did not tell the wife that.

   The year was 2005 and I was over playing in the sand box when I got the
news.  In 24 hours I was home.  I called in every favor I had, and I mean
every favor.

   My bride, my joy and my life, was dying.  They had found the cancer too
late and there was nothing they could do about it.  She opted for no
treatment and I opted to not leave her side.

   Thirty days later she left me.  Less than thirty days after her leaving
me I was alone back in the sand box.  I was lost except when I was in a
war. The boys needed me and it kept my mind occupied to have to think about
them instead of me.

   My girls had husbands and children to worry about and did not need me to
worry about them or them to worry about me.  In a war I got to worry about
the young boys and girls that were in my command.  Yes I did say my
command, even though I was not their commander.

   Still every night I saw her, my bride, right where I first met her, when
I told her I wanted her to marry me.  Each time I saw her she smiled and
waived at me and turned and walked away.  Each time she turned to walk away
I tried to run after her, to call to her, but my feet would not move, they
were stuck to the ground.  My mouth moved but no sound came out.  I would
wake up, wanting to cry and then I remembered that I was needed by the
troops and I put the dream out of my head and went on with what I called
life.

   She had been walking away every night for two and a half years when I
came home to find it occupied.  It really did not matter where I was, the
dreams were nightly.  If I slept I dreamed the dream.

   After the little angels got their dolls I walked up stairs and started
tossing the old sheets off the bed in the master bedroom.  I wanted nice
fresh ones.  As I put them on she spoke to me.

   "But you, you can't sleep here!" Jenny said.  "Where will we sleep?"

   "Well Jenny, you and your little girls are in my home and in my home I
am the master and the master sleeps in the master bedroom and in the
master's bed." I told her.

   I had learned her name from my daughters, since she never did answer my
question about who the hell she was.  Maybe she did and I did not hear her.

   "There is a very nice guest room and in a few days I will turn the third
bedroom back into a bedroom from an office.  But for tonight you three
sleep in the guest room.  My house, my master bedroom, my bed and this is
where I sleep every night I am here." I told Jenny.

   "Now it has been a long three days for me and I need to get to sleep.  I
need a long shower so tell the girls to take their baths now because I plan
to run the water down." I told a shocked mother of two.

   Ten minutes later I was in the shower.  I never took long showers and
the other bathrooms had their own water heater, but I was tired of this
shit and wanted to screw with her head a little.  Ok, it was not nice but I
was tired.

   I was not all that dirty since I took a shower at the base when I did my
shopping but there is just something nice about being fresh out of a
shower, freshly shaved, teeth brushed and into a newly made clean bed. 
Damn it felt good.  I was a contented man, well almost.  I was asleep in no
time at all.

   I am not sure how long I was asleep when I woke up and heard it.

   "I can't sleep in that little bed with those two.  There is not enough
room.  Now we are adults and I am sure that we can act like adults" Jenny
said as she slid into the bed.  "You just sleep there on your side and I
will sleep on this side and - - - " and that was all Jenny got out of her
mouth when it happened.

   "The next thing I realized during my little well rehearsed statement was
that I was on my back, my granny nightgown was up around my waist, my legs
were apart and he was between them.  Not just between them but naked
between them and he was hard.  I know he was hard because he was pushing
that nasty thing into my vagina." Jenny thought.

   "In my house you are a guest, in my bedroom, and in my bed, you are just
mine." Franklin told Jenny.

   His hands were moving my nightgown higher.  His hands were sliding over
my body and his lips locked onto mine.  His tongue slid into my mouth about
the same time as his penis head actually split my vagina open and poked
itself inside for a look around.

   I shook my head and said "No"

   "Then get up and leave" he told me, briefly breaking the kiss and then
returning to my lips.

   "I can't exactly do that right now, you have a death grip on both my
breasts and I bet you have at least four inches of penis inside of my
vagina.  How the hell do I get up?" I asked with more than a little
difficulty as he kept his mouth locked to mine and his tongue had somehow
left his mouth and was making a home playing tag with my tongue in my
mouth.

   Then he stopped and moved and as I continued talking he was now actually
nibbling on a nipple.  For some reason my nipples had gotten very fat and
excited.  The man was a pig.

   "First we need to communicate in the same language" he said between
nipple nibbles.  "You don't have breasts, I have breasts, or tits or fun
bags, but what ever you call them, they're mine, I only let you carry them
around for me.  It is not a penis.  Little boys have a penis, when you try
to explain sex to children it is a penis, your husband, the jerk, has a
penis; probably because it is the size of a little boy's but for other
reason too.  I have a cock.  And you might have a vagina but it is mine now
and it is a pussy or a kitty or furry clam, or even a taco, for reasons
that will become apparent later, or any other cute name you like, but it is
not `a vagina' or `your vagina', it is my pussy and my kitty, my little
clam shell, but like those sexy breasts, I only let you carry it around for
me." The old fart said.

   "Look at it this way" he said.  "If your pussy was not dripping and hot
and your legs not spread out my cock would not be where it is.  If you did
not want this it would be like sandpaper inside of you.  So you want this
even if you don't realize it, you body sure as hell does.  That makes
`your' pussy my pussy.  And your nipples could not poke out any further if
you put an ice cube on them.  So don't tell me some shit about not wanting
this." He told me.

   "And damn you are tight.  Isn't anyone using this little furry kitty of
yours?" He finished.  Well he was finished talking but definitely not
finished the other repulsive things he was doing to me.

   "Not for more than seven years" Jenny said with a bit of a sniffle. 
"Not since before my baby girl was born."

   "Well let's take her out for a little test drive and if she still works
ok we can take her out and open her up and see what she can do." He said

   "Damn you, that is my vagin - your pussy, not a fucking car you dirty
old man." Jenny responded to him.

   While I was talking he managed to not only suck my other nipple and get
my gown completely off but he also got his scrotum - balls against my ass
when he buried himself in me.  What the hell was this old man thinking he
was doing?

   Actually, as I thought about it, he knew exactly what he was doing and
he was doing a damn fine job of it too.  If he was any further inside of me
I am sure that I would have been deep throating him from the pussy up.  A
few more moves and manipulations by him and I found out I was deep
throating him from the pussy up.

   This was not what I was used to when I was used to it, or I don't think
it was.  It was usually get on, hump me a few minutes or times, cum, him
not me, and then roll off and he went to sleep and I got the wet spot.  I
was sure I was going to get the wet spot now too but everything else was
different.

   "Damn woman that is one fine pussy you got there.  Let see what she can
do if we go slow and easy and let her warm up." Franklin said as he began
working me open without hurting me.

   He pulled out slowly and then pushed in just as slow.  I was fighting
him but all I managed to do was get my feet flat against the bed to push
myself up to get away.

   What I managed to push up was my hips and I was planning to roll away
and then apparently I was doing it at the same time he was pushing down. 
He completely misunderstood my goals in this exercise.  So to make myself
perfectly clear I dropped my hips down about the same time he pulled up. 
Seeing my chance to escape I rose up to turn to get off the bed and you
guest it, at that same time he was coming down back into me.  The idiot did
not have a clue and we kept up this little battle for some time.

   I am sure I was not doing that horrible thing back at him.  I know I was
really trying to get off.  Well what I mean is I was trying to get off the
bed.  Well, maybe I was trying to get off, just a little.  It did feel
really good.  I can't remember actually getting off but I heard a lot about
it from other girls and women and maybe this was how it was supposed to
happen.  No, I have to get off the bed soon, real soon, maybe in the next
twenty or well thirty minutes, but I am tired and I really need some sleep
and the girls just take up the entire bed, well maybe I can get him to stop
in the next few hours and then I can get some sleep.  Jenny rationalized to
herself.

   "Damn you are one hot sexy woman." He said as we continued our battle of
misunderstandings.

   "Did he just say I was a hot sexy woman?" I thought.

   "No matter we needed to end this and. . .  Shit he did say that; he said
I was hot and sexy.  And damn he feels good on my tits.  He feels and
touches every inch of me and he had strong rough but not calloused hands.
When he squeezes my - his breasts, my nipples puff way out and he knows
what to do then too.  He did not have feminine hands like a man who takes
too much care of himself, this is a man, an old man, but sure as hell is a
real man." I think to myself.  "Damn he thinks I am hot and sexy.

   "No, I can't allow myself to get carried away.  I really need to get off
and get some sleep.  I mean I really need to get him off so I can get some
sleep.  This is not coming out right.  I really need to get him off of me
and get some sleep.  Well maybe the other two options first then the third
one.  Ok that works for me.

   "I am still moving to fight him off.  I push against his body and even
hit him and run my finger nails over his body and scratch him.  He does not
have a lot of fat on him, this nasty old bastard.  I scratch him to make
him stop and he does, he buries that old cock in me and actually lifts my
legs, bending them back, and it goes in even further.

   "He is surprisingly gentle in his pounding, if that is possible.

   "We are fighting.  Pushing and pulling, sucking and biting and
scratching and then it happened.

   "I am not sure why but all of a sudden I go into a spastic shaking.  I
look like one of those fish out of water flopping around but I can tell
that my pussy has his cock in a vice like pulsing grip but he keeps up that
slow pumping.  My head is rolling back and forth, my tongue is wiggling
around out of my mouth, I can't get my breath, my arms are flopping out to
my sides, maybe I am having a stroke.  I push my open mouth over his and I
want to yell for him to stop but I am so upset that it comes out as:

   "Oh God Yes" I scream into his mouth as he French kisses me, again
misinterpreting why I put my mouth over his.

   "I break away and bite him as hard as I can on the shoulder and he sucks
on my neck and gives me some very hard short strokes which caused me to
scream into the bite and move away and kiss him, just to get him away from
my neck.

   "This has to stop soon.  I mean I can't take more than just a few more
hours of this.  I am, after all, a married woman.  Not happily married but
I am married.  If I am married why doesn't my husband do this?  Maybe he
does do this, but he does not do it with me.  Ok, this has to end by
sunrise and there is no excuse for it going beyond six or maybe seven
o'clock in the morning.

   "My tongue in his mouth, I bite his lips and he pounds into me even
faster.  I can't quit cuming.  I can't believe how long I cum and just when
I am running out of energy I get an energy spurt.

   "Even though he is pounding into me I can tell he is not actually
pounding deep inside of me.  When he gets close to the bottom of his stroke
he seems to slow down just a bit and then pushed that fat bloated head
against me and squishes it around some and then does it again.  Actually it
feels pretty good.

   "Well that energy spurt hits me.  Not exactly a spurt, more like a
squirt.  Actually it is not energy; it is a blast of hot cum deep inside my
pussy.  Then it hits me again that I am committing adultery, that I have a
man fucking me and I am having one orgasm after another and then a huge one
as he cums inside of me.  This man is not my husband.  He is cuming inside
of me!  I am an adulteress.  I have committed adultery.  I am so ashamed I
want him to stop, soon, maybe not too soon, but real soon, I guess, if he
does not stop by at least nine o'clock in the morning I will have to make
him stop.  After all I have my limits.  I am a married woman!" I think to
myself.

   "You came in me." I said, breaking the kiss.  "Do you have protection?"
I asked with hope but fear at what this old man might say.  Maybe he has
had a vasectomy and I am safe."

   He smiles down at me.  I can see his lip has a drop of blood on it and I
know I have torn his back up with my nails and that cock is still inside of
me but he moves.

   "Sure do baby.  The best protection a man can have." He says.

   I let out a sigh of relief.

   He reached into the bed stand and pulls it out.

   "A model 1911 Springfield Armory 45, the best protection a man can
have." He says with a smile.

   "Well now we know that everything works let's take that pussy out and
see what she can do if we really open her up." He said.

   By this time he was out of me and his cock was soft.

   "Suck this bad boy for me gorgeous and get him good and hard and I will
give you a first class ride." He said.

   "You have to be fucking crazy old man.  I am not going to put that into
my mouth.  You just fucked me with that thing and not only that but you pee
through it.  That old, what ever you call it, is nasty.  No way old man;
that is not going to happen." I told him with a clenched teeth whisper.

   He pulled me down to the middle of the bed and put his cock near my
face. I shook my head no and kept my lips closed and teeth clenched.  I
remembered that old biblical passage.  "My jaw I set like flint" or
something like that.

   He slid that nasty thing over my lips and then sort of pushed between my
lips.  Despite my best efforts my reflexes caused my tongue to snake out to
lick away the slime.  Ok, maybe I gave that head a little lick too, and
maybe just a hint of a suck right at the hole, after all it was there and
wet.  Well, when I did it that worm went into my mouth a little and he
pulled my head into his stomach and there it was, inside my mouth.  It was
not hard but it was getting heavy enough to get inside of me.  Maybe I
should not have opened my mouth to say "No," and licking was definitely a
mistake.  Well that is water under the bridge, it is there now and there is
nothing I can do about it.

   So now I have a cock slick with my own pussy, oups his pussy, and his
cum inside of my mouth and I could feel it was expanding.

   "What the hell do I get out of this?" I asked with a mouth full of cock
and cum.  I am surprised he could understand me.

   That is when he smiled and answered me.

   "This!" He said.  He bent down and put his face between my legs.  They
opened like someone had pushed the handicapped button on the side of a door
for a public building.

   I had wanted my husband to do this so many times but he said it was just
nasty.  Husband?  I am married!  I have a husband!  I have to make this old
man stop and soon.  The first lick and the first suck on my clit and I am
open like a frog on a dissection table.  He has to stop soon, well pretty
soon, maybe not too soon.  I mean it has already happened and he did
already fuck me so really when you think about it how soon is soon enough.
I mean later is just as good as sooner, when you really think about it.  I
mean this is only his tongue, it is not like it is his cock and he is
really only giving me a cleaning, oh well, it does feel tingly.

   Now I know what the girls are talking about.  This feels really nice. 
Even better than nice.

   While I was having this little debate in my head my body was pulling his
face into my cum filled furry kitty, my tongue was sliding all over that
cum slick cock and it was getting even bigger.

   Now I did not even know it was happening but somehow another few orgasm
managed to sneak up on me.  I loved it.  I had my first cock orgasm and my
first mouth orgasm.

   Well his cock was getting far too hard and big for my mouth so as he ran
his tongue and lips over my, damn I mean his, engorged pussy lips, caused
me to do the same to his cock helmet.  He would suck my clit and I would
suck and lick the head of his cock and even nibble on it.

   I knew from experience that my pussy lips were getting bigger and were
opening even more.  Now I understood.  Piece of old shit was eating his
taco, or is that a hairy clam?

   He would lick my lips and slide his tongue into me, yuck, and I would
slide my tongue all over his cock and maybe suck a little at the hole.  I
remembered what I heard the girls talking about so I just did that.  I even
rubbed that nasty thing all over my face, like I really wanted that slime
that was leaking from the head all over my face so when it was really
flowing I gave the head a good long suck or two.  Well maybe I did, just a
tiny bit, think it was hot to have some cock tracks on my face.  He would
have to see what his contemptible use of my body had resulted in when he
kissed me again, if he only would.

   I did have to admit that his tongue and lips and his caresses and
sucking sure felt better than my own fingers down there.  Now he was
rubbing his face in my not too hairy pussy.  It was hairy but sparse and
the hair was fine and soft.  I kept it trimmed enough for a bathing suit
and always put hair conditioner on it.  It could have been because I was
holding the back of his head and moving it all around his kitty that he got
all that stuff from me on his face.

   "If this is you furry kitty, your pussy, your taco, then you clean it
old man.  Make sure you get it all, inside too.  If I have to eat your and
my cum, you better be ready to do the same for me." I thought.  That would
teach him.

   The only problem with this, as a means of punishing my corrupter, was
that he appeared to like doing it just a little too much.  Appearances can
be deceiving though.  May he was just fooling me as he had his arms back
around both my thighs pulling me into him as I pushed him and his probing
tongue deeper into me.

   I thought maybe we should stop pretty soon and when I finally opened my
legs and released his head that old man did not stop or even slow down.

   About the time I wanted to die from embarrassment at the fool he was
making of himself, he stopped.

   He stopped and spun around and the next thing I knew he was back inside
of me with that fat long cock.

   It went in even easier this time than the first time.  I was definitely
stretched out and now that I was full of his cum and my own juices were
pouring out of me, he went in pretty easy.

   Now he was pounding me harder than before.  Of course his face and mouth
had that disgusting smell and taste of male cum and pussy cum on it.  My
hands were occupied with scratching his back and pulling his ass into me
with my claws.  So what if I was confused and I was pulling him deeply into
me and holding him there.  To clean that disgusting smell and taste off I
had to use what was available, my mouth and tongue.

   He must have gotten the wrong idea again as my lips and tongue got all
of that taste away from me because he did not stop rubbing my body.  He
must have thought I wanted him to continue but I really didn't want him to
stop, I mean continue.

   Then his tongue, which had been punished by having to clean my own face,
went into my mouth so I had to suck that clean too.  After all, I knew
exactly where it had been and what it had been doing and it was just too
disgusting.  As far as I was concerned this old piece of shit was not going
to do that to me ever again; well not more than five or ten times again;
but definitely never more than twenty times; tonight.

   I somehow managed to get my feet around his back in the classic
wrestling defensive move but again he misunderstood the meaning and just
bounced into me like a basketball in the hands of a Harlem Globetrotter as
they played "Sweet Georgia Brown."

   Well I showed him, I pulled his ears moving his face close to mine and I
stuck my tongue into his mouth!  Let's see how he likes a little turn
about. The animal sucked my tongue like it was my clit; damn, his clit.  I
keep forgetting that part.  I was so into payback that I did not realize
until it was too late that the thing my body was doing; well it was doing
it again.

   Fuck, all that pounding just pushed me over the edge and to protect my
babies from running in when I screamed I bit the other side of his neck. 
He pulled away and squeezing both breasts began to bite the nipples but not
nearly as hard as I did to him.  He must be some wimp, he can't even bite
hard.

   Well far be it from me to tell him he does not know how to bite my
nipples hard enough.  He was just going to be lost in his own inadequacies
when it came to my, damn, his breasts.  I sure as hell was not going to
make this any easier for him, I thought as I began to flop all around again
as he nibbled, licked and then sucked my nipples like a Hoover vacuum
cleaner.  Evidently I may have just been a little off in describing his
inadequacies when it came to my breasts, damn, his tits.  I have to
remember that they are his tits now.  If I had not had his cock in me I am
sure I would have cum from the way he worked his tits.  The pig!

   "Too" - - "much" - - "noise" I managed to say as another orgasm ripped
through my body.  I was trying to tell him about the pounding noise the bed
was making when he was banging into me.

   Now most men would have figured out the noise part on their own put not
this old fool.  He heard it and did not care.  But in one way he was pretty
good, he slowed down, but the pervert did not stop sliding that fat thing
in and out of me.  Ok, he was pretty good in a number of ways but I am a
lady and a married lady and I don't think I want to get into a discussion
about his eating my, damn, his pussy and playing with his tits.

   Then he rolled me on top of him and sat me up on his cock.  Now he could
see me.  He could see those ten, ok twenty, or more, extra pounds.  He
could see my breasts no longer firm and my no longer taught stomach with
their now pale and fading stretch marks.  He could see all of my thirty,
thirty five, OK not forty, years.  I am definitely NOT forty, and I do not
have a forty year old body BECAUSE I AM NOT FORTY!  Yet.

   "Are you happy now you smutty old man?" I taunted.

   "Not yet but I am closer than I was a while back." He said with a smile.

   Now I could see his chest.  Not exactly chiseled but definitely cut.  He
was muscular in a strong way.  No bulging muscles but it looked like thick
rope or cable running through it.  His face was still young looking despite
his years, taught and firm, and he was tan all over, except where his
bathing suit would be, if he had one on.

   What he had on was definitely not a bathing suit and it was more of "in"
than "on." Well he did have something on, he had a `hard on', but I almost
bet there was no way in hell he was going to swim with that thing, unless
he was swimming on his back.  Maybe he could use it to rig a sail?

   He was smiling as his hands ran up my thighs, over my pussy, and across
my stomach.  I had a little extra, - softness, there.  It was not like some
Roman Breast Plate armor thing, with the part hanging down in front, but
not rock hard, not like him.

   Old bastard had a six pack.  Well I was pissed now so I began to punish
him by pumping, I mean jumping, up and down on him.  That will show him!

   From my stomach he moved to my breasts, my small breasts.  I mean they
did not hang like some fifty year old African picture of a bush woman, but
they were far from high and firm.

   "God you are beautiful" he said to me.

   "He called me beautiful." I thought again.

   He bent forward and kissed and sucked my breasts, and pulled on the
nipples with his sucking lips; they popped out of his mouth when he lay
back down.

   Well the least I could do was bend down so he could suck on them, it
seemed good manners.  My parents taught me to always have manners and pass
the food when you had a guest at the table.  Well it was not a table, and
maybe he was not a guest, but I will be damned if I was going to let that
stop me from having the best possible manners under difficult
circumstances. Of course when I did that I just happened to move like a
jockey astride a mount, except what I was mounted on was not moving
forward, it was not moving at all, well maybe just a little up and down
thing he was doing, and I was moving my ass up and down on that dirty thing
that he forced me to suck.

   Now I was on top.  I pulled my breasts away from him and taking a page
from his play book I moved my mouth to his.  His hands found my ass and
began to knead the soft flesh as I fucked his mouth with my tongue.  He
pulled on my nipples with the tips of his fingers, wow.  His nails were
short, that was a relief.  His hands roamed my backside and then a finger
touched my brown exit and of course the bastard made me cum again and I
fell forward onto him and he took the opportunity to defile my marriage
again by shooting more of his contemptible male seed into me.  I think I
passed out at my own disgust as I flopped around again.

   When I woke up he was stroking my hair and singing the chorus of that
song, "Baby I can drive you car." Ok, he changed the words but it was cute.
No it was not cute, it was perverse and ugly and nasty and I would have
told him so if I had not reached up and pulled his lips to mine and stuck
my tongue into his mouth to make him stop.  I am sure that is why I did it,
to make him stop singing.

   Well I was done in and then I got an even bigger surprise.

   "Suck it hard again; I want to sleep with my cock inside of you." He
told me.

   I spun around to suck it in and pushed my hairy pussy back into his
face. Ok, it's his hairy pussy now.  I was not all that hairy but damn if I
was not just full of his juices.  That pig, that dirty old bastard,
actually started kissing the furry kitty again, so I had to suck his cock
hard.  I am a fair woman and it seemed only fair.  Anyone who knows me
knows I am a fair person and now he does too.

   Soon as he was hard he pulled me to him and as he lay flat on his back
he pulled my leg over his abdomen and pushed that horrible male appendage
back into me.  Then he put his arms around me and kissed me, and I had to
clean that sickening stuff off his face with my tongue and lips and suck it
out of his mouth too.  We are back to fairness again and it seemed only
fair.  I did not have a napkin for him so, well I am sure you understand.

   He turned a little in my direction but I was still lying with my leg
over his and a little on top of him.

   He probably was only into it for his own satisfaction but it sure felt a
lot like cuddling after sex.  I mean I have never done it before, but if I
did this is what it would probably feel like, except that, that, thing was
inside of me.

   He just keeps rocking it back and forth, just a little, but just enough
so that

   "Oh My God"

   He made me do it again.  The pig seems to get enjoyment in torturing me.

   This time he did not cum.

   "I love to sleep with my cock inside of my woman.  I will not stay hard
all night but my body will move back and forth to keep me heavy and you
might find you enjoy it." The disgusting male pig said.  He was obviously
enjoying taking advantage of me and the situation I was in.

   Well I sure as hell was not going to enjoy it.  I mean what kind of
woman would I be if I enjoyed being ravished over and over by some
geriatric has been, after going seven years without any sex at all.  And I
don't care if I no longer have any wrinkles inside of my pussy with that
fat thing inside of me; I am not going to ever have that feeling

   "Fuck!  Holy shit!  Not again!" I screamed inside my own thoughts, just
before I passed out.

   It was early in the morning and I awoke to the sounds of my babies
screaming.  He was not in bed.

   I ran to the sound of the screams.  I arrived to see every mother's
worst nightmare.  My baby, Julie was standing on a stool and covered in a
white powder and had her hands on a table and she was screaming.

   Jane, her older sister was running around the kitchen screaming.  That
old man was throwing something at them that made my babies scream.

   I saw what it was.  Pancakes?  Small pancakes?  He was throwing small
pancakes at them.  No not at them, to them.  What difference did it make,
my babies were screaming?

   It was now evident that he was torturing my babies with pancakes, the
little silver dollar ones.  That bruit.

   The kitchen looked like a hurricane passed through.  It was a nightmare,
every woman's nightmare; a man in the kitchen, screaming children and food
all over the place except on the plates.

   He was throwing pancakes up in the air and Jane was trying to catch them
on a plate and each toss resulted in cries and shrill screams from each of
my girls.

   The pig was laughing at my girls and they were laughing back and
screeching like little girls do.  I hated him.  But he did look nice in
that t-shirt.  So what, he was torturing my babies.

   If it had not been for the total destruction of the kitchen it would
actually have been a very touching site.  My husband never played with the
girls, he thought female babies were inferior and unless they were boys he
did not care to even look at them or hear them.

   My husband felt that females were only good for fucking to make boy
babies.  If he could he would only have boy babies born, he once told me.
First he was not all that hot in the sack and the obvious end to what
passed for logic was all boy babies would sort of prevent anyone fucking
anyone and making babies.

   Well all these happy memories suddenly came to a halt when Jane and
Julie pointed at me while still screaming but the screams were different;
and all I heard was the words "Mom" and "clothes."

   Looking down I discovered that I was not wearing clothes or anything
else, not even a robe.  Ok I had my birthday suit on and that was it.  Then
I screamed.  The girls screamed even louder again.  That old bastard
started laughing, very loudly too.  That pig has no manners at all.  My
girls started laughing.  I would have to teach them manners.  I turned my
naked ass to the girls and that nasty creep, and covering my bottom with
one hand, and holding my bouncing tits with the other, I ran like the wind
upstairs and jumped back into bed and hid under the covers.

   Then the old man came up.

   "It's ok." He said as he held me and rubbed my back.  "I told them you
were probably getting into the shower when you heard them yell and you were
so concerned that you ran down without thinking to put anything on.

   "They have no idea that we spend the night test driving the - - car;
putting her through her paces." He said with a smile.  My seducer actually
smiled thinking of his defilement of me.  What a dog.

   "Come down stairs and have breakfast." He said softly and left.

   I laid in bed thinking about the last night.  The night I became an
adulteress.  The night I allowed that huge flesh tube into my body.  Why
wasn't I sore?  I heard that big ones like that make you sore, so why
wasn't I sore.  I knew I was stretched pretty wide, I saw the implement of
that up close but he managed to do everything he did and not hurt me.  I am
still and adulteress.  I am a very horny adulteress but still an
adulteress.

   Well I was hungry so I slowly, and with much humbleness, found my way
down to the kitchen.  My babies looked at me and then started laughing.

   The white stuff was explained with the words from Julie.

   "We are having pizza tonight and I am making the pizza stuff."

   She probably had more flower on her and the floor than ten pizzas would
need and while all this was going on that dirty old man just stood their
smiling.

   He handed me an empty plate and said

   "Catch" and with his back to me he flipped three, silver dollar pancakes
in my direction.  I caught one, two landed on the floor.  The girls
screamed.

   Then he poured more batter onto the two large griddles on the oven top.
I did not eat, I just watched and as they bubbled he flipped each over and
then, about sixty seconds later, he grabbed a plate himself and started
flipping them into the air, one right after another as fast as he could.

   This time he caught every one of them and more than two dozen of the
little flat things hit that large plate he was holding.

   We were all laughing as he put six on each clean plate and with butter
between each one and strawberry syrup over the top he placed them onto the
counter.

   Now Julie was still "mixing" the "pizza stuff" for the pizza so he fed
her.  My husband would never do that.  He gave her a little bite and she
took it with a smile and started chewing while working the dough.  Before
she finished he offered her another bite, and still with some still in her
mouth she took it.  He kept doing it and soon she was shaking her head "No"
so he pinched her nose and she opened her mouth and in went another bite.
Before long she looked like a chipmunk with a mouth full of nuts and
strawberry syrup all over her face.

   We were all laughing so hard, even Julie and that dirty old man.

   Julie was full but even with a face full of food you could tell she was
smiling and trying not to laugh and spit it all out.  It was a losing
battle and I knew it and so did that asshole.  When Julie finally could not
hold it any longer she spit it out and then froze; waiting for the yelling
and recriminations.

   That pig had caught it in his hand.  It was not all that nasty but he
did it like it was nothing.  Then laughing he walked to the sink and rinsed
it into the side with the disposal.  He was laughing as he walked back but
we were all frozen in fear, waiting for the anger.  If it had been that
asshole husband he would have been mad and yelling like a crazy man.

   Wait, that asshole is this old man, no it is my husband.  Yes the
asshole is my husband, now I have it right.

   He picked up another piece of pancake for Julie but she shook her head
no but with one hand making a pinching movement with the forefinger and
thumb, letting her know she would open up one way or another, she began to
laugh and he put another small fork of food into her.

   By this time we were all laughing like crazy.  Then Julie screamed and
ran into the bathroom.  I knew what happened and so did Jane and the pig.
Jane immediately followed running upstairs.  To laugh so hard you have to
pee is a damn good laugh.

   Not once did he speak harshly to the girls or to me.  I could tell he
was really happy with them and me.

   We finally finished eating and Franklin managed to send Jane and Julie
up to get clean and I went with them.  They took baths and I got them clean
and I told them I was going to take one now since it had been interrupted
and I headed off to "that man's" room, where I still had clothes from
before he came home.  To hell with him, he had an empty closet and I needed
the space.  He would just have to live with a woman sharing his closet.

   I could hear the shower running when I came in and closed the door.  I
just dropped my robe and he was there, facing me.  That thing that gave me
such pleasure was suddenly standing out to greet the new me.

   I grabbed that giver of pain and pleasure with my hands and began to
stroke it as he looked at me with a smile.

   "Is this thing always hard?" I asked.

   "Around you it is." He replied.

   I looked down and on my left hand I was still wearing my wedding and
engagement rings.  I was married and this was the evidence of my
fidelity/infidelity and my being possessed by another man, and not my
husband.  I dropped my right hand and continued to stroke him with my ring
hand.

   Then I lifted my leg and rubbing that hard head against my furry slit
with the hand that held my rings, I parted my own lips and inserted him
inside of me.

   I put my arms around him and he grabbed the other leg and lifted me into
the air and then down onto him and fully into me.

   His muscles were tight holding me up, but he was not straining.  I could
feel his back was still cut with my claw marks.  I kissed his neck.  And
then I lovingly shared kisses with his face.

   I had a couple of nice small orgasms and then he said two things that
surprised me.  The first was we were in a hurry and that he would cum
later. The second one was an even bigger surprise.  He said we had to get
ready because he had promised to take the girls to the zoo.

   Damn if he did not lift me off that wonderful male appendage of his and
I felt somehow empty and alone when it was gone.  It slowly went down,
although reluctantly.  Every time he looked at me it started to rise to the
occasion.

   He kissed me and smiled.  I reached for him, ok I reached for his cock
and he backed away, smiling.

   He washed me and then I washed him.  I did give that fat little head and
nice kiss but nothing more.  He shaved in the shower.

   He was hard again.  I put my hands on the sink and bent forward.

   "Look at me in the mirror" I told him.

   As he did I backed up and inserted him into me.

   "Now take your pussy for a quick quarter mile run, we can do longer one
later, we both need this." I said to him.

   It was still a good five minutes and I saw the pleasure in his eyes as
he looked at me.  We never looked away from each other.  I saw the pleasure
he got as his hands traveled my body.  The pleasure in his eyes matched the
pleasure I felt as he caressed my stomach and then up to his breasts, the
breasts he knew better than my husband did.  I saw the tenderness as he
kissed my neck and my ear.

   I saw the passion rise as he moved his, now my dirty old cock, into his
pussy.  I would claim it now as mine.  My cock was not porn star size but
it sure as hell was more than a hand full or a mouth full, and more than
enough to stretch and massage every inch of his previously rarely used
pussy.  We had traded body parts as far as I was concerned.  We came
together.  I reached for my panties and pulled them up.

   `I want to feel you inside of me all day." I told him.

   I then went to get dressed.  My clothes were still in his closet.

   Then I realized that I was still not sore or hurt and I know he smoothed
every wrinkle in my - oups - giggle giggle - his pussy.  Wow, the man knew
how to fuck and not hurt.

   He came out and put on some boxers and Levi's and a shirt.  His jewelry
box was almost empty but it did hold a plain gold band which he put on.  He
smiled at me seeing the look in my face.

   I will never know why but I was happy that he looked from that band to
me and back and then took it off and kissed it and put it back into the box
and closed the lid.

   I looked at the bands on my hand.  I took them off and dropped them into
the trash can.

   I saw at the uniform that hung in the closet and although not freshly
cleaned it was not dirty.  It bore the look of extended travel.  He took it
out and after removing a half dozen pins caps from the back took all the
ribbons off from a single block.  There was a little metal rifle with stars
on it and round badges.  One was a thing that looked like a pumpkin and it
said "This We'll Defend," and cross rifles with stars, and all sorts of
little things pinned to it.

   There were a lot of ribbons.  He called them "I was there" ribbons.  He
laughed and said it only means he was there while others did the hard work.
I did not believe him.

   It was time and we all went down and got into his car.  It was what I
would expect, it was an SUV but after we got everyone in and belted down we
drove off.  We stopped at the cleaners and dropped off his uniform.  I did
not realize until we had been driving for about twenty minutes that I did
not hear anything.  When I asked why he said it was all electric and he had
charged it during the night.

   At the zoo there was a free electric car charging station.  No one was
using it and he laughed and said it was free, unless you counted the
millions the politicians spent of our tax dollars to put it there.

   We had a great time at the zoo.  This gruff soldier who scared the hell
out of us last night and then just took me later that evening had a
surprisingly easy way about how he interacted with my daughters.  The
soldier was gone and in his place was a loving father, who had been through
all of this before.

   And pictures, he took pictures of everyone and everything.  Happy
pictures, silly pictures, but hundreds of pictures.  Pictures of him and
the smiling girls and pictures of the girls and me.  We even had people
take pictures of all four of us and comment that we were lucky to have such
a lovely family.  It was just lucky that phone of his had a camera on it
and had a lot of room for pictures.

   I could tell that the playing this morning was real and not forced or
contrived.  He actually liked being around them.  Well he did raise two
daughters and they spoke highly of their father when we talked before all
this unpleasantness that caused me to move out of my own home.

   As we walked I told him about my husband and how he rejected his own
girls.  Franklin reminded me that those same girls played with his own
granddaughters and that he had already raised two daughters through Jane
and Julie's age, and except for the clothes they did not change much.

   Hot dogs, popcorn, cokes, candy and after six hours they were so tired
he was threatening to put them into one of those strollers that looked like
a frog, when Julie gave up the ghost and fell asleep in his arms as he
carried her to the car.  I think Jane was jealous.  She then became unable
to walk and he picked her up in his other arm and carried her as she fell
asleep too.

   I walked behind them and saw that my manipulative little monsters were
both awake and smiling like crazy, hugging his neck, while still pretending
to be asleep to him as he carried one in each arm.  I have never seen them
looking so happy.  Then I got one of Franklin as he carried them.  He too
was smiling but more than that, he was content, you could see it in his
face and in his eyes.  Those eyes sparkled, well now they did.  I got more
than a few pictures of that with his phone.

   We drove home in silence, and I mean that, in silence.  No one spoke. 
We were all lost in our own thoughts.

   On the way back I sat and looked out the window thinking.

   I was thinking about this man and what had happened in less than
twenty-four hours.  I wanted him from the moment I saw him but my mind and
my obligations to my husband, even if he was a cheating bastard, controlled
my body.

   I don't think I would have done anything about him or my feeling if he
had not bent down and talked so sweetly to my girls, trying to calm and
reassure them.  When he did that I wanted him even more.

   When he visited his daughters the same night he came home, that was a
man who was a blessing to have as a father.  A man who thought first of
family.

   The dolls damn near made me get naked and fuck him in the living room.
Still my mind said no but my body was having one hell of a fight about it.

   Then he did that bed thing.  I was praying he was not going to take the
small bed so I could have an excuse to go to him.  I had not made up my
mind but I wanted options and I needed options.  I needed to be the one to
make the decision until I was not the one to make the decision.  Does that
make any sense?  Well it does to me and it is my life.

   It was not an accident that I did not have panties on and it was not an
accident that I lifted my granny gown to get into bed.  And it was not an
accident I was dripping wet.

   Yes I was reluctant but my body just did what it wanted to and soon my
brain, my reluctant brain, just had to follow behind nature.

   Well that was how I rationalized everything that happened, but what
really happened was I fell in lust with him when I first saw him and after
he gave my girls the dolls I was in love with the pig.

   This morning with my babies, this day he spent with them, the way he
acted just convinced me I was right about him.

   Franklin carried Julie and Jane upstairs and put them onto the bed.  I
took over from there and he went back downstairs.  For almost two hours
Franklin listened as I spoke about what was going on in my life.

   I have to admit that it was difficult to talk with him on the stool with
his pants down and I sitting stride him with my dress up and my panties
hanging on one foot.  Apparently he liked talking that way.

   Why am I lying to myself, I love it this way.  I was the one to walk
into the room and drop my panties and pulled his Levi's down and sat on my
new cock.  I was the one who had the body that refused to allow an
opportunity to pass when I could be joined with him.  Ok, he seemed to like
it too.  Damn if that dirty old man did not love it like I did.

   I did find out you can have an orgasm without bobbing up and down and
yes he can give me one just making love to my breasts, damn, his breasts.

   He did say he could hear the girls long before they got to the door of
their bedroom and sure enough he could and did.  "They are awake now" he
told me.

   Now it was their bedroom?  What did that make the other bedroom?

   They came down stairs three minutes later whopping and hollering about
making pizza.  By then we were dressed.  He was very calm and I felt empty.


   That is what we did, we made five pizzas of different toppings and each
went into the oven at different levels.  I had not paid that much attention
to the oven, except to see it was a big oven.

   Then he had another surprise for us.  We went into the front room and
there was this large dark picture frame.  It had not been there before,
nothing was there before.  There was not a picture in the house.  The walls
were stark white.

   He turned it on and before our eyes was our day at the zoo.  The frame
had a memory card that allowed the pictures to flash through at any speed
we wanted.

   "I think we should spend a few days looking at these and decide which
ones we want in a real picture frame for the walls." Franklin said.

   Surprised and happy as we were, it was into the Jacuzzi for us all.  No
swimming in the pool, just the Jacuzzi.  It was getting late and I really
did not want to go but I did.  I was still ashamed of my body but he did
not appear to have a problem with it.  I only had a very modest one piece
and he did not try anything in front of the girls but he was very
affectionate; not sex wise but in a nice way.  The girls adored him and he
showered them with attention too.  They never quit smiling.  They needed a
father figure.

   I got pictures of them together in the Jacuzzi.  My babies needed to
remember this happy day and I had his phone so why not.

   The Jacuzzi fit four nicely and after a large meal and coke, without
caffeine in it, the girls were out of it for the night.  He picked up both
of them and I opened the door and he took them upstairs.  They went onto
their bed and I undressed them and put them to bed.  Another bath could
wait until tomorrow.

   "Night mom," came from both of them.  I smiled.  "Night daddy" followed.
I was shocked.  It was lucky he was not here to hear it.

   I turned to look just to make sure he was not there to hear it.  No one
was there.  When I looked back the girls were not looking at the door but
at the nightstand.  That is where I saw it.  They were saying good night to
their dad.  There on the nightstand was a silver frame with two pictures in
it.  One was the girls hugging Franklin that I took as he carried them to
the car.  The other was the picture of Franklin as he carried them.

   I went into the bedroom and he was walking out of the bath, freshly
shaved and showered.  When he saw me he got hard and smiled.

   "Give me a few minutes." I told him.

   As I walked by he was humming that Beatles tune, "Drive My Car."

   He stopped me and we kissed.  I wanted him so badly and I could feel
exactly how he felt about me.

   I took a shower and got good and clean.  No doubt that old man would
have his wicked way with me again I thought with a smile.  This would have
to end soon, I could not handle more than twenty or thirty years of this.

   When I came out he was on the middle of the bed on his back, with his
hands under his head.  He looked at me standing there naked.  Breasts no
longer firm, nipples pointing more down than up or out, a few extra pounds
and more than a few extra years on my body and he sprang up like a "jack in
the box." And I do mean sprung up.

   I had not decided what to do until that very moment.  I knew I needed a
place to stay, a place where my girls would be safe.  I knew they would be
safe here.  I knew if I did this we could stay for as long as needed.  I
also knew that it was all bullshit.

   I wanted him and I would have made up any excuse to have him.  This old
man, was fifteen years my senior, this man who took me last night and said
I was beautiful, who reacted to me like I was some cheerleader, who treated
my babies with respect and affection, I wanted him.

   I walked over and just went down on him.  I let my body make the moves
and soon my mouth and hands were making love to that large hard cock.  My
lips lolling over that bloated head, my hands up and down that shaft.  I
took it in, as much as I could, and used my mouth like it was a pussy on
it.

   Dirty old man that he was, he just lifted my leg and dove in between my
thighs and did the same to me.  I came off over and over.  It was all so
new to me.

   Now I was a cocksucker by choice.  I was the dreaded cocksucker and even
worse, I wanted to be a good cocksucker and have him cum in my mouth.

   "I want to drink your cum old man." I told him.

   I am not sure what a whore does with her mouth to a cock but I had more
than enough practice in two days to figure it out.

   I drank spurt after spurt and if that bastard thought he was finished
and was going to sleep he was sadly mistaken.  I kept sucking and licking
until there was nothing left and then I did it even more until it woke up
again.  Just as big and just as strong as a few minutes ago.

   This time I pulled away and got into the saddle.  Again his look of
admiration made my day, and my night.

   "Let's really open her up and see what she can do." Franklin said.

   "Damn it Franklin, it is my, your, pussy not a car." I replied with a
smile.

   I have to admit that it was one hell of a lot more than a test drive
this evening.  He put us both through our paces.  It was more like the Indy
500 than a test drive.  We were both exhausted.  Then I realized that there
was no noise.

   "I fixed the bed" he said when he saw I realized it.

   Damn I got one hell of a fucking that night.  And like last night when
we were finished I sucked him hard and draping my leg over his, I let his
hard cock slide home into my, damn I forgot again, his pussy.

   Did I just think "home," in the same sentence with my pussy and his
cock?" I thought to myself.  Ok, now it is his pussy but this sure as hell
is my cock.

   Like last night he would rock into me in his sleep and while not hard he
was heavy enough to rub all the best parts and give me a few more orgasms
and one which woke me up so violently that I bit him and he woke up
smiling.

   "Who the hell wakes up smiling when someone is biting him?" I thought.
"A man good enough to fuck an orgasm into his woman as they both slept,"
came my own answer to the question.

   "Damn it, I just thought `his woman.' I barely know this man.  Now my
pussy is his `home' and I am `his woman.' Something needs to be settled
here." I thought.

   There I was conflicted again, for all of three seconds.  I am his woman,
he is my man, that is all that needs to be said.

   That morning she woke up alone.  She checked on the girls and they were
asleep and well and safe.  Franklin was gone.

   About five o'clock he came in looking wet and tired.  He did not say
much but he was singing that Beatles song again, not all the words but the
chorus, but different.

   "Baby I can drive your car." He would say and smile, as he changed the
words slightly.  "Yes you gonna be my star.  Baby I can drive your car."

   Another shower, another shave and brush his teeth, for some reason I had
already brushed mine, and into the arms of the other we melted.

   It was getting late so no hard pounding, no need to upset the girls.  My
little fiasco with coming downstairs yesterday, naked, was bad enough.

   Some slow gentle penetration and that was enough for us both, for now
that is.

   An hour later and one more shower and he was up and out of bed.  By
seven I rolled downstairs followed by two girls.

   My babies came over and gave me a hug and a kiss and then to my
surprise, but not a big surprise after last night, did the same to
Franklin. Both were followed with a "Morning" followed by plopping down one
on either side, not of me, but Franklin.  He put his arms around both of
them as they sat on the couch.

   "We're hungry," came the refrain I was used to hearing but it was not my
ears the words were intended for but Franklin's.

   "Ok bacon, eggs, toast and some small little hairy caterpillars."
Franklin said.

   "I only want one egg so can I have some extra caterpillars." Julie asked
with a giggle.

   Franklin got up and made a show of looking for something and then
announced that he was fresh out of little hairy caterpillars.  Our girls
decided that a little extra toast and two eggs would satisfy now that the
caterpillars were off the menu.

   "Our girls?" Did I actually think "our girls?"

   He made them breakfast first, with juice and milk and then a heaping
pile of bacon and even some small sausages.  Each was then individually
served their eggs; one got over easy the other basted, just like they
wanted.

   Then he asked what I wanted and I just had to be contrary and asked for
scrambled.  So he made me some scrambled and as he did so the toast hit the
table.

   The girls were ravenous and it appeared that they had not eaten in
weeks, or months.

   Things were moving so quickly that it was scary and I mean really scary.

   "The eggs are wonderful Franklin.  I don't think I have ever seen our
girls eat like this before." I said.

   He did not react and neither did I but we both heard it and maybe even
the girls did.  This time I said it out loud.

   Franklin left and came back with a small picture frame and soon the
pictures of us all in the Jacuzzi came up.

   "What is going on Franklin?  Why all this attention to my girls?" I
asked him when they were out of hearing range.

   He picked up the phone and made a call, ignoring me.

   `Hi princess, its dad.  How about an invite for dinner?  Yes I have
three more with me.  Five tomorrow tonight?  Sounds great.  Can't wait to
see everyone.  I love you." Franklin said to end the call.

   "We are having dinner with my daughters and their family's tomorrow
night.  You already know them and the girls know my granddaughters, so it
should be comfortable." Franklin said.

   "So Franklin, why the sudden interest in our daughters?"

   "I spent decades in a home with three women, two of them my daughters.
It is not that I have any special reason for being nice to them, it is just
the way I am with my children.  There is nothing strange about it."
Franklin said.

   There it was again.  He said "my children."

   "Franklin, my husband never said more than ten words a day to them and
none of those were anything to show he felt they were special, and now you,
well you are being not just kind, but loving to them, like you care about
them.  I don't want them hurt.  You have only known us for two days
Franklin." Jenny said.

   "Kids should always be treated with love and kindness.  They are what we
make them.  They are these blank slates that we get to impress thoughts and
feelings on to.  They will learn the worst about people later but here in
our home they need love and kindness and some structure too, but mostly my
children need love and kindness.  I would never hurt them, never.  And in
case you missed it, I am not your husband; yet." He responded.

   Again it went unsaid.  She had called them "our" daughters and he called
them "my children." He also called this place "our home."

   "Not my husband yet?" What the hell is going on?  Jenny asked herself.

   The day was spent in the pool with the other children of the complex. 
There were only ten two home units so the pool was almost private.

   At seven and nine the girls were about the same age as the others there.
There was a lot of laughing and playing and it was a large pool area.  It
could accommodate about ten families all at once.

   So when the other children did the "Mom watch me" and "Dad watch me"
thing our girls were almost left out.

   Jane and Julie did the "mom watch me" thing a few times but seemed to be
a little lost.  They wanted to be like the other children there but they
did notice the difference.  They got together and we could see them
whispering back and forth.  Then it came.

   "Dad watch me dive." Jane said.

   Jenny turned to look at me as I turned to look at Jane, Franklin
remembered.

   "That was no accident.  That was no slip of the tongue.  Jane called
Franklin `dad'," Jenny thought.

   "Now me daddy, watch me dive too." Julie said.

   My husband moves a bimbo into our home, ignores me and our daughters, I
move out to here, and this nasty old man comes home and now two days later
my children are our children, they call him daddy, and damn if I don't feel
like his wife.

   We spent the day watching the girls alternate between "Daddy watch" and
"Mommy watch" and all of the things that parents do with their children at
a pool, including ignoring them on occasion.

   Pictures, you bet.  I took a lot of pictures.

   One thing we did not do was show affection to each other.  Somehow the
family thing was ok but not that, not yet.

   During this day I managed to tell Franklin my story.  Well I was able to
tell him some of it because he spent a lot of time with the girls in the
pool and then running to our house to get whatever they happened to want
and when they wanted it.

   "I am an only child of older parents.  I was never considered a beauty
and while I dated some and had a few lovers nothing came of it.

   "When I was about twenty eight I met a man at work named William. 
William was a few years older than me, but not many, and he started dating
me.  He was nice enough and I was getting older and I was surprised that he
asked me to marry him.  I said yes.  I was in love, or I thought I was.

   "I was extremely happy and by the time I was thirty I was married to a
man others called "Wild Bill" for his crazy ways.  He was funny and did
make me laugh and I thought I loved him.  I tried to be a good wife and
never cheated on him.

   "I got pregnant right away and I had Jane.  That is when things changed.
William wanted a son and made no bones about it either.  He put up with
Jane but that was about it.  He hardly touched her and I can't remember him
changing a diaper or feeding her.  A lot of the time her name was "she."
She needs changing.  She is crying again.  She is awake.  She is hungry.

   "We never went for a test to see what the sex of the baby was going to
be, it was a foregone conclusion that it would be a boy.  But it was not a
boy, it was my darling Jane.

   "Life was now not good at home.  I became a stay at home mother and took
care of Jane.  Jane was a little over a year old and I got pregnant again.
This time William insisted we get a sonogram and learn the sex of the baby.
We did and it was Julie.

   "At least Jane was "She." Julie was "It."

   "That was it for William and I.  He accused me of having "old eggs" that
could only make girls.  He was horrible to me.  He never touched me when I
was pregnant and was just mean.

   "He said that having sex with a woman who could not have a son was a
waste of time and his sperm.

   "When we did go out, which was not often, when I was pregnant people
would comment about it but William would shoot them down and say I was not
much of a wife if I could not have a boy and "it" was another girl.

   "He quit coming home every night.  When he did come home I could tell he
had been with other women.  I was patient and waited.  I waited for him to
love me again.  I waited for him to be my husband again.  I waited for him
to let me be his wife again.

   "I did have my babies and it is not like he was violent or physically
abusive, he just ignored the girls and me.

   "Then about three months ago he decided I needed help around the house
and brought in a nanny.  She was very beautiful and only nineteen.  At
nineteen who isn't beautiful?  I suspected they were having sex.

   "Two months ago I came home from picking up the children from school and
when I went into the bedroom there was William and the nanny naked and
having sex in our bed.

   "From now on you sleep in the other room and take care of your kids.  I
can handle the nanny on my own." William said to me without stopping.  The
nanny just had a smug look on her face.

   "I went into the other room and called Linda, I knew her from school. 
She said her father had a place and that he was gone and I could use it. 
She told me a little about you, about losing your wife and traveling.  She
did not say you were a soldier.  Obviously she did not tell me everything
and I am probably correct in thinking she does not know everything.

   "I packed as much as I could into the car and came over here and met
Linda and Susan.  We unpacked and the next day we three and their husbands
went to my old home and got all of our clothes and brought them here.

   "I found out that William cleaned out the bank accounts before his
announcement.  I did not really know what to do.

   "Linda and Susan said it would be alright and not to worry about a place
to stay or paying any rent.

   "For the last two months the girls and I have been feeling sorry for
ourselves and I was doing nothing at all except taking them to school until
the school year ended.

   "My parents help as much as they can and then you showed up.  You
started treating the girls like your daughters and me like your wife.  It
has only been two damn days Franklin.  Don't do this to us.  Don't use us."
Jenny said with pleading eyes.

   That evening I was walking up to the bedroom and I saw his office door
was open.  I went inside.  There on his desk was a picture, one taken by
the girls.  It was Franklin and I looking at each other.  We were in love
and the picture showed it.  I wanted to cry, so I did.

   That evening was a replay of the past two.  We had a family dinner,
Franklin read to the children, then he ravished me over and over.  I
realized he loved eating me and did it before, during and after we made
love.  Did I just say "made love" and not sex?

   Once Franklin stopped and pulled me over to the side of the bed and got
on his knees and put my legs on his shoulders.  He ate me to three very
nice orgasms.

   When he finally finished eating he moved me about and entered me.  Of
course I cleaned his nasty face.

   "Not that I don't like it Franklin, but next time you go eating at the
`Y', or your bearded clam, or your taco, or what ever you want to call it,
you better remember that your hot dog belongs to me.  I get hungry too.  So
now that you have made a cock sucker out of me, be ready to have `my cock'
where I can get my lips on it when you are eating." Jenny said.

   "Now baby, take your pussy out for a nice ride, open her up baby, but
don't forget she needs a good feeding to and you cum nice and big inside
for me, lover." Jenny added.

   I also found out that despite how we did it and we did it every possible
way, I was never hurt.  I was a little sore but never hurt and when I was
sore it was more for the want of that damn old man than anything else.

   "Franklin, how long has it been for you?" Jenny was almost afraid to
ask.

   "Almost three years.  Six months before I left Mahal, then two and a
half years since she died.  Almost three years." Franklin answered her.

   "So you are making up for lost time?" Jenny asked again.

   "Nope." Franklin said with a smile.

   "You mean this is what I can expect all the time?" Jenny asked.

   Franklin entered her again.  "As long as I can I will." Franklin said as
he kissed her.

   The next day was play time in the kitchen, and this time it was a
southern breakfast with grits and eggs with ketchup on them and corn bread
with butter mashed into Kayro syrup.  There were also hush puppies which he
made from scratch with the girls.  I knew our girls would have a sugar high
for the rest of the day.

   The girls did feed their dolls but kept them fairly clean.  Franklin
told them that they could give the dolls a bath in the washing machine and
not be any worse for the wear.

   Now we went to a museum, a children's museum.  It was one where our
children got to play with all of the exhibits.  He was enjoying them and
before the day was over we were all affectionate with each other.

   We would walk hand in hand.  At times both girls were between us and at
times on either side with Franklin and I holding hands.  Every possible
combination that was possible was what happened and it was free and casual,
as if we were doing it all of our lives.

   Pictures lots of pictures.  When I took his phone I saw that the
background was the picture of he and I looking at each other.  The screen
saver was the one of the girls smiling and being carried by him.

   That evening we went to the family dinner as planned.  His daughters
took one look at me and pulled me into another room as my girls played with
his granddaughters.

   "How do you like him?" Linda asked with a smile.

   "Well he is kind of - - - " Julie was trying to answer and be polite.

   "Intense!" Susan said with a laugh.

   "Yes intense, very intense.  That is the correct word.  He is very
intense." I told them.

   I was still a little afraid about how they would react to me and their
father having sex, which I knew was the next topic.  But I was ten years
older than them, well almost ten years older.

   "You know he has only two speeds, off and race.  He has been on off
since mother died.  It is nice to see him on race again." Linda said.

   "He is on race, isn't he?" Susan asked.

   I simply blushed and nodded "yes." To his daughters.

   "We knew it when he came over.  His eyes were lifeless when she died,
the fire was gone.  Then that first night he came over the fire was back,
not intense but at least it was not black and lifeless.  But tonight, those
eyes burn bright, you did that." Linda said.

   "Mother said it would happen like this.  He has been so lonely without
her.  Don't get me wrong, he is not using you to replace her, because that
will never happen, he loved her with all of his heart but she is gone.  The
last thing she told us was to let him find someone and be happy again.  You
make him happy, we can see that.  He waited all of thirty seconds to ask
mother to marry him.  I see he is going slower with you.  We are glad it is
someone we know that will not take advantage of him.  He really needs you
and you need him." They were both saying with a laugh.

   The they got serious, very serious.

   "When he found out mother had cancer and was dying he would have gone
AWOL to get home.  She did not want any treatment that would only make her
sick and give her a few months more to live.  When he got home he never
left her side.  We know people say things like that but it was the literal
truth.

   "He carried her into the bathroom and bathed with her.  He carried her
from room to room in the house and she sat on his lap with a small pillow
and he held her.  When she was tired he went up to bed with her and told us
to get the food and bring it to them.  He did not want to take the chance
she would need him and he was gone even if it was only to answer the door.

   "He held her until she died and even then he did not want to let her go.
That was the only time I ever saw him `off', was when mother died and he
held her lifeless body." The girls said.

   "The day after the funeral he took every picture in the house down.  He
painted every wall stark white.  When we asked why he said he wanted to be
reminded what the inside of his coffin would look like, what mother was
looking at." Linda and Susan said.

   I was still stunned.

   We were quiet for a while.

   Susan repeated it again, "His eyes are alive again and that is because
of you.  Thank you."

   "But what about our girls; is that for real?  You know that in three
days they are crazy about him.  Two days and they were already calling him
daddy.  I can't have them hurt." I told them.

   They just turned me around by the shoulders to look out into the front
room.  There he was surrounded by all these children, six little girls, and
having a great time with them.  Playing and laughing and making them laugh.
There was nothing fake about it.  He was not trying too hard or anything
like that.  He honestly liked to be with them.

   "He called us his princesses all of our lives, he still does.  He thinks
all of the men in his command are his sons, so he has plenty of sons.  He
worries about them and even cries when they are hurt or killed but they
will never know it.  But they do know he honestly cares.  But his real love
is his girls, his granddaughters, us, and now you and your daughters.  I
can see it.  His time is about up in the Army, one more six month tour and
he is out for good." Susan said.

   Things changed drastically that night, if anything could be more drastic
than they were that first night in his bed.  Jane and Julie openly called
him daddy at the dinner that night.  A few questioning looks from his
grandchildren and all was deemed to be acceptable to them and from then on
he was "daddy" to our daughters in public.

   "You two set me up, didn't you?" I asked his daughters later that
evening.

   "Of course we did.  You were perfect for him.  We knew that when we
first met you at school.  When you called for help we gave it to you
knowing you would be forced to meet dad.  You are a good woman, you do have
two daughters who would need a father, a real father, and you needed a man,
a real man.  Dad fits both needs.  You were both exactly what the other
person needed." Susan and Linda said.

   "He is putting up pictures again, of Jenny and Julie and me too." I said
a little afraid of their possible response.

   The response was a hug and a "thank you" from both f them.

   That next morning he bent over and kissed my ear.  He sang me a little
song.

   "Baby I can drive your car.  Baby you are my star.  Baby I love to drive
you car.  AND BABY I LOVE YOU." Ok he changed it from "maybe I love you"
but I loved the change.

   I know he had sung the verses to me before but not that last one, not
until this time.  I turned and put his arms around his neck.  We kissed.

   "Now divorce that asshole and marry me!"

   Those were his parting words to me as he went in to wake the girls for
another day of adventure.

   I know that many women want a man on their knees begging for marriage
but he said it perfectly for me.  And then going to wake up "our daughters"
said more than enough, it said everything.  He loved me and he loved our
daughters.

   Pictures began to spring up all over the house.  I mentioned that we
needed some of his family too.

   "This is my family.  And as soon as you see that in every room, and are
content, you and our daughters, I will bring some of the others in.  But
first we must build our memories before we bring in others, if this is to
be our home." Franklin told Jenny.

   A week later he had to face live fire.  I had to have him meet my
parents and that was intense.  They were older than most when they had me
but they were not prepared for a man that was as old as Franklin was to be
my chosen husband especially when I already had one and it was not
Franklin.

   I convinced Franklin to wear his uniform to the meeting and after a lot
of discussion, where I used every wifely negotiating tool, "Oh God" and
"Yes, like that" and don't forget "Harder baby you do your pussy so sweet,"
he finally "came" to understand my reasoning and agreed.

   "Ok I did that every night no matter what, but I like to think I was
particularly persuasive that time.  I know I was persuaded to do anything
he wanted." Jenny thought.

   So we showed up on a Saturday with Franklin in his uniform and his "wife
and girls" in tow.

   By now my dad was eighty-three and not easy to get along with, but the
uniform helped.

   You see my dad was born in 1925 and was in WW2.  He was on the landing
beaches of France on June 6, 1944.  He was just a kid.  He went to Korea
and Viet Nam.  He retired a Lieutenant Colonel in 1965 after doing two
tours in Viet Nam.

   My dad was forty-four when I was born and mom was thirty-five.  I was
their only child.

   I figured that the uniform would work in our favor, at least as far as
dad was concerned.

   Because my father had been in Viet Nam but a lot earlier than Franklin,
they had that in common.  I can't say they became friends that day but at
least there was something like respect between them.

   "Daughter tell you to wear the uniform?" My dad asked Franklin.

   "Yes sir, she can be very persuasive." Franklin replied.

   "Just like her mother." Dad said with a slight smile.  "Never did like
that William guy.  Wasn't my choice thought.  Don't much like you sleeping
with my daughter and not being married to her.  You gonna take care of that
pretty soon?"

   "Already working on it." Franklin told dad.

   "You're an old bastard.  Been married before, I hear.  Got grown
daughters of your own.  What about my granddaughters?" Jenny's dad
continued.

   "Yea, I am an old bastard, so your daughter keeps telling me.  Wife
died, never cheated on her.  Love your daughter and love your
granddaughters.  Never going to cheat on them either.  As far as I am
concerned they are my daughters too.  Not going to be treated any
differently than the others.  May have to shoot old `Wild Bill' to get him
to agree but I intend to adopt them." Franklin said.

   Their conversation was cryptic.  Dad, ever the Lieutenant Colonel, knew
what he wanted and asked the question in a brusque military manner and the
Master Sergeant responded in a military manner to the satisfaction of the
Colonel.

   "Looks like you been around some.  Why not a Sergeant Major?" he asked
Franklin.

   "Had money, had a home and family.  I liked the Army but my wife, who
was an Army Brat, and I decided that it was ok to let the career guys who
needed the rank and the money, have it.  Been reserves most of the time but
did a lot of active duty time.  I have a Ph.D.  in engineering so I work
for the DOD.  When it was possible I wanted to be with my family, that is
what it is all about anyway.

   "Father in law was a Sergeant Major and I think he liked being the only
one in the family.  Getting out in six months, finally retiring.  Going to
get married and be a family man again." Franklin told him.

   They both knew what he was talking about.

   The girls kept calling Franklin "daddy" and I think it was a way of
claiming him and also they were afraid of the situation, not their
grandparents, and wanted to be reassured.  It started as a tense time for
everyone even if it was the grandparent's home.

   They would bounce into Franklin's lap and get a hug and then away to do
what ever they did and then back again to him.

   "Are you sure, he is pretty old?" My mother asked me.

   "If he was any younger I would be dead by now.  And daddy is almost ten
years older than you are mother." I said with a laugh.

   She gave me a questioning look and then got a big smile on her face, it
matched mine.

   "Well that is nice but do you love him?" She followed up with.

   "God yes.  And I have no idea why I fell in love with him, other than he
is perfect.  But in love I am, and he is just as crazy about me.  I can't
believe I am so lucky.  And the girls, well they decided he was their
father from the first day and he has been their father since then, in every
possible way.  He loves them as much as I do." I told mother.

   We spent the next two months being a family.  The girls may not have
known why but we always were playing that Beatles song, "Drive My Car" and
laughing.  It became our family song when we went for a drive out of the
house and sometimes in the house, but only when Franklin and I were alone.

   For two months we became a real family and just grew more and more in
love with each other.

   He taught the girls to play dominoes.  He said it was his way of
teaching them to count quickly and recognizing commonality in numbers as
well as developing mental acuity with numbers.  He even have special sets
made up for them with their names on the back.

   He also taught them the basics of backgammon, but only started them out
rolling the dice and going from one side to the other as in a race.  He
told me the rest would come later.

   Now counting for dominoes was strange but the girls picked up on it
right away.  He said you make a large + sign, with each line representing 5
points.  Then inside of each side of the + you added another plus, for ten
points.  When you get all four sides filled in that represented 50 points.

   He was always making them think about numbers and how to use them.  He
said it would make them good engineers, if they wanted to be.

   One day he was in the garage and the girls went out to see him.

   "What are you doing daddy?" They asked.

   "I'm driving nails." He told them.

   "That is silly daddy, you can't drive a nail, you have to drive a car
but not a nail." Jane said.

   Well he taught them how to drive a nail but he made the wear large oven
mitts so they would not hit their fingers too hard.

   They came into the house with the ugliest, not even close to square
things imaginable.  They were beaming when he put them into a equally
lopsided frames, but you could tell every side of his fit perfectly, and
hung them on the wall with their names under the one each "drove" nails
into.

   There were dinners with his daughters almost three times a week.

   "How is it going?" Susan asked with a knowing smile.

   "Great, he is teaching the girls to play dominoes.  He even got a set
made with their names on it." I told them.

   Susan walked over to a bookshelf and pulled out three sets of dominoes
each with the name of her two daughters and one older set with her name on
it.

   "Did you ever notice that he never wins at dominoes or backgammon?"
Linda asked.

   "Come to think of it, I never saw him win.  He must be a bad player, but
the girls love to play games with him." Jenny told them.

   "Linda and I have played dominoes and backgammon with him for almost
thirty years and he has never won a game.  He even lost every game with
mom. He has never won a game with his granddaughters either." Susan said.

   "Really?" Jenny commented.

   "He is rated in the top 100 dominoes players in the world.  He is in the
top 100 for backgammon.  He does international competitions.  He beats our
husbands so badly they will not play with him anymore.  But he can't bring
himself to win against us.  He refuses to win.  He says it is more
important that we enjoy playing with him than his winning." Susan said.

   I paid attention to his playing other games with the girls.  Everything
from war to old maid, to crazy eights and gin rummy.  He never won a game
against them or me.

   Oh he came close and he pushed us but in the end, he never won.  If you
looked hard you would never see him throw the game, he was that good.  A
play that looked good was actually bad in the long run and he knew it
before he made the play.

   He would pull at his short hair and complain and tell us we were
cheating as he laughed, and we laughed with him, but he never won a single
game.

   Eventually his two months was up and he had to go back and the girls and
I were upset but we kept up a brave front.

   The night before he left he was his normal happy self and the girls and
I were upset.  He did his best to make it easy on us but there is no way
for it to be easy, especially knowing what I knew.  He was going to be in a
war zone and I was afraid.

   That night it was gentle lovemaking and a lot of it.  In the morning at
first I pretended to be asleep.  He sang to me again, like always.

   This time I sang back.  "Baby you can drive my car.  You will always be
my star.  Baby you sure drive my car.  Baby I love you."

   I could hear him going into the children's room and they stayed asleep,
or so I thought.  When he left they came into bed with me and we did not
talk, we only held onto each other.

   It was a nasty five months.  Yes he talked to me all the time and the
girls too.  Thank God for Skype.  The girls even had iPhones with his Skype
address on it and would just call him during the day and if possible he
would talk with them, just as if he was home.  There was a torrent of gifts
that arrived and crazy things too, just to make us laugh.

   The divorce was not going well.  We were fighting over everything.  He
was not paying support and my living conditions were noted to the judge. 
Neither one of us asked for counseling, we just wanted it over.

   Also at stake was one hundred thousand dollars.  It was money my
grandparents put into a marriage trust with a pre-nuptial agreement.  If
one of us cheated the non cheating spouse got the money.  If both of us
cheated the money was to go to the last one who did it.  I wanted the money
for my girls.

   Franklin took care of the lawyer's fees so I did not have to worry about
that.  He also gave me a debit card with more money than I would need and
was always putting more into it.  Financially we were fine.

   The house, make that town home, next door went vacant.  That is when I
found out that Franklin owned it.  He was having it remodeled but did not
let me in on the surprise, at least not at first.

   As per his usual habits, Franklin came home without telling anyone.  The
girls were with their sisters, as they called Franklin's granddaughters.  I
was out with his daughters for a little girl's night out at a dinner club.

   While we were there I ran into the ex to be.  He had the bimbo with him.

   "Well you are looking fat." He said to me.

   "Did you leave the baby sitter home or is someone else here to take care
of the kid you brought." I answered back.

   I was about to say something else when I felt his presence.  He gave me
a little kiss on the neck from behind and then using his thumb and
forefinger made a thumper and hit me on the belly.

   "Daddy's home!  Wake up." He said to my swollen belly.  He was still in
his uniform and he looked handsome.

   He put his arms around my rather large waist.

   "Heard the phone message from Susan saying they were picking you up for
dinner here, thought I would join you." Franklin said as he kissed me and
then kissed each daughter.

   "You are kidding me.  This old man is the one you convinced is the
father of those things inside of you.  You need a real man not an old man,
but maybe an old man is all you can handle." The Ex said.  He and his bimbo
laughed.

   "I had a young man and he was too small to handle me, this man isn't
small and is more than experienced enough to handle everything quite well,
as you can see." Jenny said with a smirk as Franklin caressed her belly.

   I could see it in his eyes just a second before his hand moved out to
strike Jenny.  It was more than enough time to knock him on his ass.  I hit
him dead center in his nose.  That caused his eyes to water like a
waterfall, plus all the blood.  Then I just swept his feet out from under
him with my foot and gave him a little push and since he was off balance he
fell into the table behind him.  I smiled and we left as I tossed a few
hundreds on the table.  I did not want to hang around for that discussion.

   "You know they are yours, don't you Franklin?" Jenny asked.

   "Jenny I am sure of it." Franklin said.

   "You have been gone for five months, you are a month early.  How do you
know without a test?" She asked Franklin.  "We can get a test Franklin.  I
want you to be sure."

   "When I first arrived you had a box of Kotex and Tampax in the bathroom
in a brown paper bag.  It has been a while since anything like that was in
the home.  I looked inside and the boxes were open and only a couple of
them were used.  The receipt was in the bag and it was from a few days
before I first got home and we met.  That means you finished your period
and these supplies were for the end.  We were together for two months
before I left.  We had sex every day and every night.  EVERY NIGHT!  You
never used anything in the bag again and it is probably still there.  You
never had your period and I knew you were pregnant before I left but you
needed to tell me." Franklin said.

   "Franklin, you are going to have two girls again, twin girls.  Are you
ok with that?" Jenny asked.

   The way he kissed her let her know she had the right man as the father
of her girls.

   That night when they got home they all went inside of the unit next
door. It was going to be opened up to join with Franklin's other town home.
He had already started on the nursery.

   He had plans for expanding the kitchen and the living room, plus adding
bedrooms.

   "My God I do love you." Jenny said.  Then she and the girls changed all
the plans, moving rooms around, just a little.

   Time had moved on while Franklin was away.  There was a final hearing to
settle the divorce and separate the property.  At the next hearing she
would be divorced.

   Later at the hearing William was there with a black and blue nose and
eyes, oh and his lawyer too.  Apparently the security tapes showed him
trying to hit Jenny when Franklin popped him in the nose because no one
came for Franklin and William did not mention it.

   Franklin was there in the audience as was Jenny's parents.  This was the
day of the final decree and they would try to get the child support and
alimony worked out.

   Both Franklin and Jenny's father were in their uniforms.

   "Your honor, considering the physical condition of my client's soon to
be ex-wife at this time, which occurred during the marriage, we must
regretfully, but respectfully, ask this court for an order for a DNA test
on the alleged daughters of my client." Williams's attorney said.

   The poor little girls were in the audience when this was said and were
sitting with Franklin.  What a shitty thing to do to them.  This could have
been handled in chambers or at the side bar, but this was done to embarrass
Jenny and the girls.

   The Colonel and Jenny's mom were shocked and angry.  They were going to
be even more shocked.

   Jenny might be Franklin's lover but it was not until after old "Wild
Bill" had another woman in the marriage bed and he took all the money and
kicked her out.  Well Franklin knew how to handle this situation.  A
soldier never misses an opportunity for victory.

   "Your honor, there is no need for DNA testing.  The Petitioner is
correct, he is not the father of Jane and Julie, I am.  I am also the
father of Jenny's twin girls she will give birth to in a few months."
Franklin said as he rose to address the court.

   Jenny was shocked.  Jane and Julie smiled and hugged Franklin.  They
just knew it, they knew he was really their father.  Even the old Colonel
was smiling as was his wife.  Franklin felt the old man's bony hand on his
shoulder and turned to see this old war horse Colonel, who came up through
the enlisted ranks, smiling but with tears running down his cheeks.

   "Thank you son." The colonel said.

   William had a big grin on his face.  The judge was scowling.

   "Your honor the Petitioner and his counsel offer to stipulate that
Master Sergeant Franklin Harris is the natural father of the two minors
[Asshole did not even use their names, just called them the two minors.]
and that no DNA is needed." Petitioner's counsel smugly said.

   Accepting the stipulation would mean that the money would go to William
as Jenny's adultery with Franklin as the father of the girls would precede
William's which Jenny had evidence of.

   Jenny did not even have to consider it, all she had to do was look at
her daughters holding onto Franklin, and her smiling parents with tears on
their cheeks, and she knew that right answer.  "Fuck the money." Jenny
thought.

   "He is right, Franklin is their father." Jenny said aloud and she told
her attorney to accept the stipulation.  Actually Jenny kicked her attorney
when he started to say no, and then she smiled at Franklin and the girls.

   "The Petitioner's application for divorce is hereby granted.  The
children are hereby found by the Court, based on the stipulation, to be the
children of Franklin Harris and the birth certificates are hereby ordered
to be corrected to show that fact.  In light of these new stipulated facts
as to parentage there will be no child support ordered.

   Should the Petitioner seek to obtain some monetary recovery against the
Master Sergeant then this Court will be inclined to revisit the issue of
parentage and child support.  This was a warning to the Petitioner.  If you
ask for more money the court will seek DNA on it's own motion.

   "The family residence is ordered to be sold and the proceeds split
equally between the Petitioner and the Respondent.  Either party may
purchase the community equity of the other based on three estimates, one
from each party and a third chosen by the two appraiser's.  The court
reserves the right to dispute any estimate.

   "All community assets, including retirement accounts and 401K's,
irrespective of their title and designation, stocks, bonds, bonuses,
wherever situated, are hereby ordered to be split with fifty percent to go
to the Petitioner and fifty percent to the Respondent.

   "This is a no-fault state so the conduct of the parties is not relevant
to these proceedings as it pertains to separation of community assets.  As
to the matter of the trust money, which the parties stipulated I could
decide as part of the divorce proceedings, that is awarded to Petitioner
based on the facts stipulated to in this court." The judge finished.

   "You honor?" Franklin asked.

   "What is it Master Sergeant?" The judge asked.

   Damn when she said master Sergeant I heard the words but it sure sounded
like "asshole."

   "Do you think your clerk could issue a marriage license and you can
marry Jenny and I right now?" Franklin asked.

   The judge just looked down and shook her head.

   "Master Sergeant, I am already married and I have no desire to marry you
or Jenny or even both of you at any time.  Please learn to use the English
language properly." A peeved "Her Honor" said.

   "Tell the clerk of the court to bring in a marriage license, fill it out
and let me know when it is here." The judge told her clerk as she went back
into chambers.  Ok they did the "all rise" thing.

   Petitioner and his counsel left immediately, to spend their one hundred
thousand dollars.

   Within five minutes the judge was back on the bench.  The license was
filled out, Franklin paid the fee, and her honor did the honors.

   The Colonel walked his daughter up to the bench for the ceremony.  Both
he and Franklin wore uniforms.  Franklin's entire family was present in
that courtroom as witnesses.  The only surprise was the way Franklin became
the father of Jane and Julie.

   Her honor did the honors, pretty cool.

   Franklin got to kiss his pregnant bride and his new daughters, and then
was called to the bench, alone.

   "Master Sergeant, you ever bring your lying ass into my court again,
even if it is only a parking ticket, you will end up a private in state
prison.  Do you read me Master Sergeant?" The judge said quietly between
clenched teeth.

   I came to attention and saluted.  "Yes General" I replied just as
quietly.

   "Good.  Now I expect my nieces and grandnieces will be going to the
reception tonight?  Henry and I will be there a little early to meet your
new in-laws, say about six.  And get that smug look off your face, you're
still my brother in law and I can kick your ass anytime I want.  And I
don't believe for one second you ever cheated on my sister, but once
everyone stipulated to a fact, it was out of my hands." She finished with a
smile.

   "I want to meet my new sister in law and nieces in a `less formal'
setting." The judge said.  She was the sister that went to West Point,
became a lawyer and a general with the Judge Advocates Office.

   Of course even judges must bow to superior pressure.  Four nieces, and
four grand nieces now kidnapped the judge and we all went to the reception
area early.  Henry came alone, but earlier than scheduled.

   Two months later I had two twin daughters, who we named Jenny and Mahal.

   Yes we lost the hundred grand but we got something worth more.  In later
years Jane and Julie would talk about being hundred thousand dollar
daughters.

   Ten years later neighbors would still ask if we were home to visit and
would frequently be told that we were taking a ride in the car, even if
both cars were in the garage.  Kids pick up shit when you think they are
not listening.

   The walls are no longer white.  Each wall if filled with pictures of our
lives.  I brought back pictures of Mahal and the rest of the family, as
they knew I would.

   Our lives were full and happy.  Well as happy as they can be with five
females in the house, plus two other daughters and six other
granddaughters. It was one hell of a ride.

   As for Wild Bill?  I don't have a fucking clue.  He lost the three most
important things in his life and all for a little money.  He is not around
and that is all I care about.

   But Mahal and my dreams?  Yes the dreams finally stopped.

   The last time I saw Mahal, I saw her right where I first met her, when I
told her I wanted her to marry me.  Each previous time I saw her she smiled
and waived at me and turned and walked away.  This time she stopped and
turned back and looked at me and spoke.  "I love you, I will always love
you.  You will be OK now.  Everything is going to be fine.  It is finally
my time and I can now go home.  Good-Bye My Love."

   Then I immediately woke up, as usual, to hear:

   "I can't sleep in that little bed with those two.  There is not enough
room.  Now we are adults and I am sure that we can act like adults" Jenny
said as she slid into the bed.  "You just sleep there on your side and I
will sleep on this side and - - - " and that was all Jenny got out of her
mouth.
   You know the rest.