The Bridge Ch 29 Glorious Tropics

The Bridge - Chapter Twenty-Nine - Glorious Tropics

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Chapter 29 - Glorious Tropics

With the monitoring of Dieter Rose under control, I turned my attention to Gloria Tuttlehill. Still mourning her late master, but moving toward Rapper Malone, as his replacement, it was time for a nudge.

In the past month, since Makoo's passing, Gloria had decided against breastfeeding, but pumped for a couple of weeks. She took the shot to dry herself up and hired a wet-nurse to make sure little Bull got his best early nourishment. Rapper also put her on, and worked with her on, an exercise regimen that would tone her and help her to lose the remaining baby weight. That's when he and I met at my place to finalize our arrangement.

"Tell me, Rapper. What's done and what needs to be done? I'd like to put your plan in play well before swimming season so that Gloria and Harriet can be together on Harry's way to the top. Fill me in."

"Well, Miss Todd, the island is a small, isolated island in the Bahamas that used to belong to a cruise line that went bankrupt. Their creditors still hold the lease and we can rent it for a month with ease. I've already talked to the agent, and February is ours if we want it. I also have talked to a handful of agents who would be more than happy to go down and babysit us off shore."

"What else do you need to make this work?"

"For all intents and purposes I have been acting as her master since the baby was born. The most important thing I need is her cooperation, which I believe I have. I have yet to ask her, but I think she will be amenable to the plan. She's been pulling away from the baby already and if I can give her this month away, she will learn to crave time with him. She will also be incredibly attached to both you and I. Hopefully, that's not a problem for you."

"This whole venture of yours is fraught with problems. You will be very far away with few resources at your disposal. You'll be totally exposed to any and all dangers from pirates and dark forces of all kinds. And if, God forbid, a medical emergency occurred, that could be a big problem. One that I may have a very hard time forgiving."

"I assure you, ma'am, she will be in no more danger than sitting at home. Alec has agreed to lead the contingency of six men who will be stationed on a large yacht with a crew of six; a captain, a mate, an engineer, a cook, a CRNP/steward, and a boatswain's mate. And six badass security specialists loaded for bear. As soon as we have our date, that boat sales from the Jersey shore down the coast to the Bahamas. Then they will sail around the island, always keeping Mrs. Tuttlehill and I in their sights. We estimate it would take a crew of six on two of those inflatable boats about three minutes from ship to shore. I can hold anyone off for three minutes. But I think the whole security thing is overblown. She'll be fine. It's me she's got to worry about."

"I hope you say that in jest, Rapper, even though you shouldn't. Doesn't all this hubbub defeat the purpose of you two being alone?"

"Nope. They will be just over the horizon. They will be watching us, but we won't even be thinking about them. Out of sight, out of mind. And I'm not telling her about the offshore security detail. It adds another level of tension that will just make her juicy as hell. She lives for that kind of stuff, Miss Todd. She really does."

"You sure seem eager to get this thing going, Rapper. Are you excited about the opportunity?"

"I'll be excited to get it over with. Believe me, there is as much stress on me as there is on her. I've done this sort of thing. I don't need it. But she does. Better than all the shrinks in Philly. You'll see." And we did see. At least Rapper did, and he told me everything.

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After a stopover in Pensacola to refuel, Duane herded us back into the plane after giving us a brief chance to stretch our legs. Duane jumped back into the pilot's seat with Ronnie riding co-pilot of this Cessna Citation. Alec and Gloria, Rapper, Gert, his wife, and I all got comfortable in the back. Alec would meet with his team in the Bahamas while we dropped Rapper, Gert, and Gloria on the island. We took a seaplane, as Duane has experience with them. Especially ones like the old bucket of bolts we got to fly in. After the Cessna Citation, it was a trip. I was shakin' in my booties in this Cessna 185 sea plane. And Duane pulled right up on the beach and we unloaded the three islanders. We hugged and kissed and off we went.

The place was desolate. You could see the hulking remains of what used to be cabanas and huts and even a concrete structure that Rapper would prevent Gloria from visiting. They would pass it during their stay, but never stop in. The well-fed pond in the middle of the island provided fresh water for drinking and bathing. Although all provisions would be supplied to them by daily runs from the yacht to the far side of the island, including bottled water.

To Gloria, food would just appear. Basically, fruits, nuts and vegetables would provide the sustenance they would need to see them through the month in isolation. And all the exercise they would be doing. Not to mention all the fucking and beatings. Oh yeah, there will be plenty of that. Even with the wife around, Gloria will get her fill. But Rapper made her work for it. And when she returned home, she was quite different indeed.

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When everyone was home and settled in, Rapper visited my home and filled me in on the time period from February seventh to March sixth, 2056. As soon as we hit the island and left, he had the two women strip down to nothing. Then he sat down on a big rock in the middle of the beach and Gert shaved his head. She then sat down and he cut her blonde hair down to the bone and finished with a straight razor. As he cut the strands, he would toss them in the air and let the tropical breezes take them away. Like little angels flying through the air.

Next, it was Gloria's turn. But when he cut Gloria's long brown hair, he passed it off to Gert, carefully, and she wrapped it in plastic to preserve it for a potential wig should Gloria feel naked in the future without her long, flowing hair. In the future, of course. Then she put it into the trunk that held all their stuff so that the weather would not affect it.

Clothing would not be an option, as there would be none. Except for the speedos Rapper wore to hold his spectacular junk together and in order. Three bald people would venture forth to whip Gloria into shape. And I do mean whip.

Every day, Rapper would run the women around the island or until they could run no more. Then they would rest and afterwards swim around the island. Or, again, as far as they could swim. While running, he would run behind them and whip their asses if they didn't keep up the pace; and when they were swimming, he would berate and belittle them if they fell behind. He was cruel, but that's what subs want. It's what they need.

As far as sex was concerned, for the first three days, Rapper and Gert had plenty. Gloria had none. She was made to watch as the married couple made love not just as an act, but as a show. It drove poor Gloria crazy to watch this happen and each of the nights she cried herself to sleep. When he picked up on that, he would give her a morning beating that would tune her up in such a way as to keep her satisfied, in some sick way, until the sex came. And it did.

Gloria was straight. She had had sex with women and never expressed a desire to. On the fourth day, that all changed. That is when he commanded her to seduce his wife. And she did, as well as a straight woman could. "If you want a piece of me, first you satisfy Gert. Get to it, woman." And she did.

On the beach, she wrapped her arms around the equally bare Gert and put a lip lock on her and stuck her tongue down her throat like she was trying to mine for tonsils. Gert, being most familiar with the act of women loving women gave it right back and as tits met tits and bellies met bellies, they fell into it as if they had been together all their lives.

Gert took Gloria's hand and walked her to waist deep water and continued their frolicking. Fumbling fingers and racing hands brought each of the women to their first orgasm. Gloria's first since before the baby was born. She was amenable to the touch of a woman, and when they walked back on shore, she was more than receptive to Gert's advances when the woman dropped to her knees and latched onto Gloria's eager and hungry pussy. Gloria was hooked, as she had orgasm after orgasm. Then Rapper made it real. "Slave Gloria, eat pussy. NOW!" And she did.

Gloria dove in, as Gert lie prone on the beach. She worked hard to French kiss Gert's G-spot and flicked her clitoris with the tip of her tongue. Everything Gert did to her, she did back. And Gert reacted in kind by squirting an orgasm all over Gloria's face. All three got a kick out of that and they laughed as they ran into the ocean to clean up and swim around as much of the island as they could. It was refreshing, but exhausting. And Gloria was coming alive. From what she told me of the time on the island, that was the first time she felt a glow. It was when she knew she must accept Rapper as her new Master. But this was just the beginning.

On the seventh day on the island, they spent as much time making love and pounding each other's bodies as they could. Unknown to Gloria, this was a farewell feast of the flesh. That night Gert would walk into the jungle and be gone until the couple remaining would land in Philly. Gert would be picked up by a couple of agents in an inflatable boat on the far side of the island and taken to the airport in Nassau, and flown home. Gloria and Rapper would spend the next three weeks alone on the island.

Rapper took the job of greasing Gloria up with tanning lotion, as Gert had been doing, which set Gloria on fire every time. It invariably led to her trying to seduce him and getting punished for it. He made it known in no uncertain terms that he is to initiate any action between them. So, he pushed her harder on the runs and in the ocean. Then he gave her a gift. Not sex, magnificent natural beauty.

After a hundred years of doing everything in its power to destroy the oceans, mankind came close. Leaving the ocean coastlines of all major countries dead or dying. Although in the process of cleaning this up, it will be a long time before many of the coasts could sustain life.

It was way different in the far-off island chains, where conservation methods and cleanups had been the order of the day since the 2020s. The private abandoned island lies in pristine waters which made for some superior diving. The second week was when he taught her to snorkel. She, being the mother of Harry Tuttlehill, was an excellent swimmer. It is believed Harriet's skills came as much from her mother as from her past Olympian father. Nobody spent more time in and around the pool with Harriet than Gloria.

On the first day, not long after the first lesson, Gloria took to snorkeling like... a fish to water. The beauty and the wonders of the sea embraced her, and she fell in love with nature in a whole new way. Philanthropic by nature, Gloria would take up the mantel of preservation of our coastlines. And she had the money to back her up. But that's another story for another time.

The second day of snorkeling, they spent the whole day and into the night swimming around the entire island at a slow and leisurely pace. The sea life, both flora and fauna, entranced Gloria and she begged Rapper to do it again. And they would. Many times, before their time on the island was done.

Being too tired to even spread her legs, Gloria went down on Rapper, took his big black cock in her mouth and satisfied him that way. In the morning, before he lathered her up with lotion, he would return the favor.

For that three weeks they saw no one and spent the days swimming, snorkeling, running and fucking. Every morning, they would go to the same spot on the far side of the island from where they were camped out and pick up the sustenance that was left for them. Between the massive amounts of exercise and the healthy but paltry diet, Gloria lost most of her baby weight and was looking toned and firm. Not to mention tanned to the max.

Every day, Gloria became more and more comfortable having her tattooed body exposed, not just to the elements, but, in her mind, to the world. Her hair was just growing in and her scalp itched something terrible. But she couldn't scratch it because if she did, Rapper would punish her with a beating or making her do floor exercises. One day, he even cuffed her hands behind her for several hours so she could not scratch. It drove her crazy.

And so it went. For the full thirty days they swam and ran and snorkeled and made passionate and wild love. And he would beat her regularly as he felt she needed. She fell into this paradigm so deeply that when it was time for us to pick them up she cried and cried. When we picked them and Alec up in the sea plane despite looking tan and lovely in her yellow bikini, her smile was weak. As we took off for Nassau, Gloria's face was glued to the window as she watched the island disappear behind us. She did not even appear aware that she was fully exposed and the tattoos on her now tanned skin were on full display. If so, she did not seem to care.

Rapper did what he said he would. Gloria was totally compliant and under his control. While on the island, he and Gloria talked at length about handling the Master/slave relationship at home. How she could be the mistress in public and the slave in private. And how to explain the relationship to the girls? Now that would be a tricky one. Especially with Harriet in the process of discovering her sexuality at eighteen, and Kimmie being so young.

In Nassau, before we took off for home, Alec, Gloria, Rapper, Duane, and I had dinner at one of the Bahamas' premier dining establishments. Gloria ate light, but she ate things she hadn't had in a long time. Rapper had a steak. He looked thinner than usual and would be taking the next week off to spend time with Gert and readjust to living in the real world. His one-month fantasy was over. But he was very glad about that.

"You ask me if I enjoyed that month and I tell you it was a lot of work. I loved spending the time with Gloria alone, but I think I lost fifteen pounds doing it. I'll be very glad to get back to my eyes doing the work instead of beating up my body so."

But he looked super fit and trim and as handsome as ever. And darker. He thought the mission was a grand success and asked if it earned him a spot on the 'A' team.

"You were on my list before this month away. We'll see where you fit in while we plan our next missions and see if the team feels the same way about you as you do about them."

I knew Rapper was right about this mission the minute Gloria walked off the plane in Philly, dressed in short shorts and a halter top and virtually no hair, into the arms of her family. No, her tattoos hadn't disappeared, but her perception of them had been altered radically. She accepted them as part of her written history and proceeded through life with no excuses. "Fuck it!" she said. "The money brought me freedom, but Rapper brought me true freedom." Apparently, he did.

When our meeting was done, Rapper went to spend the balance of the week with Gert, and I called Gloria. She was at the pool watching Harriet practice her backstroke.

"Hannah, I'm still coming down from my month away. It changed my life, girlfriend. That Rapper. I haven't seen him for three days and I'm jonesing over here. It is the sweet sorrow of my life. But sweet it is. I don't know how to thank you for bringing him into my life."

"And Makoo? Your shit ass Master M?"

"Fuck him. He died too easy. I can't believe how he got over on Alvin and I. The awful things you hear about him on the news only bear out what you have told me about him. Biggest mistake of my life. But it has given me a mission. I'm hoping you and my Royce people can help me with."

"And what is that, my Glorious one?"

"I'm going to find the girls and women he has harmed and make them whole. I can afford it and with your help, I'll do it."

"Sounds ambitious, Glor. There will be lots of work and a fair amount of heartache. I see it in Recovery all the time. Les and Peggy spend a fair amount of time in tears both because of the result of the work they do and the failures they sometimes encounter. It takes a strong heart and lots of guts. And then there is Harry you have to run herd over..."

"I'll do it, Hann. I have resources, I'll hire people and just run herd like you do over your brood and your companies. Your life is much more complex than mine is right now. All I have to do is manage my money and give some minor input to the company we still own. Other than Harry, my life is too easy now. It's time for me to step up and do something for my fellow man. Or woman in this case."

"Well, my dear, you have my one hundred percent support. I'll see if someone from Recovery can help you get started. Sounds like a job for McKelly. Right up her alley. She is great at lighting the fuse."

"Then we'll start with Les. I really like her. She's a real go getter."

"Call McKelly."

"McKelly, how can I help, boss?"

"Les, Gloria Tuttlehill has a project she wants to get started and I think you and Holly working together can give her a real jump start."

"Like I don't have enough to do. I need at least two more people myself. If I don't take some heat off of Olszewski, she's gonna blow a fuse."

"Hang in there Les. I'll get Lizzie on it. You'll have your people. Just give me a day to start. Can you be up here in Chester County for a day or two?"

"Sure, boss, I got nothing but time." She said in her most sarcastic tone of voice.

"Okay, calm down. I'll talk to Avi and make sure he is present while I've got you."

"However you want to play it boss, but I've got two girls coming in from Romania and Slovakia and I need a strong decision maker handy for that exchange. Avi will do. But you have got to have him in play before I can come up. If the girls get out before then it's not a problem. Until the next crisis."

"Noted. I'll call Avi and get him on board."

"He's right here, calming Peggy down. Want to talk to him?"

"Absolutely. Have him go into his office and call me on my supercell. I'll be waiting."

Not two minutes later, my supercell buzzed in and it was my favorite ex Mossad agent.

"Avi, I have a slight emergency and I need Les up here on Friday to get something started for Mrs. Tuttlehill. Can you keep an eye on things while she's with me?"

"Not McKelly. She's our MVP."

"No, Avi, you are our MVP. I know you can handle it, and it's just really for a day."

"Did Les tell you about the two we've got hanging out there that we are trying to get to the Baltics? They are our most important mission right now. Nobody else is really in play at this time."

"Well, Av, if there are only two in play, I would think you could handle it without Les."

"You would think, but..."

"No buts. Friday McKelly is mine."

"Yes, ma'am, Queen Bee."

"Don't be a smart ass, Avi."

"Sorry, Hannah. You've got her."

"Good, tell her she'll be picked up at home on Friday morning and brought here. You will have her back on Monday. No harm, no foul."

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Much of what gets resolved at the Todd-Bernstein companies is the result of pillow talk. That's with Duane's head on the pillow and me in my happy place, tucked in under his arm with my head on his hunky chest. It's amazing how much can get done due to some 'friendly' conversation. A little personal persuasion, and a little love making to solidify the deal.

When the subject of Rapper Malone came up, it was Duane who suggested he might be a good fit for the team. He pretty much sealed the deal with Gloria Tuttlehill as his primary duty, but felt we could break him away for special projects, as we call them. I would take care of Gloria.

Having time away from Rapper was painful for her, but I would get her to understand. And Malone would support whatever my contention was. He was the master, but I was the puppet master. Inauspicious, given she is my close and dear friend. But that's the way the Queen Bee has to play it occasionally. It's all about the ends and the means.

Either before or after pillow talk, Duane and I would invariably make love. Sometimes because we just needed to, and others to seal the deal. Negotiating with Duane Royce has become my greatest joy. I guess it's all how you define 'negotiation.' Some call it foreplay.

When our meeting was done, Rapper went to spend the balance of the week with Gert, and I called Gloria.

"So, my Glorious, how are you doing?"

"Sweet sorrow, my friend. It's only been three days and I am just longing for Rapper. I miss him whenever he is not around. He's more than a master and more than a bull. He has become my world. It's taking all my strength not to call him and beg him to come see me, if just for the night."

"C'mon, Glor. Give the man a break. You've had him tied up exclusively for the better part of a month. Give his poor missus a break. Come Friday, I'm going to have something to keep your mind off Rapper, at least a little. McKelly is coming up and you and she and Holly are going to get together and see what we can do about making the Makoo victims whole. I think between those two bitches and your money, we will get a great effort started. I may even engage my premier private investigator to play a part. Nobody finds someone like my girl."

"Your PI is a girl?"

"Well, she's no girl. She's a full-fledged woman and one hell of an investigator. If Rhee is on the team, success is all but guaranteed. We won't bring her in for this first meeting, but when we need her, I know she will be there. She has been there for me almost since the beginning."

"I'm feeling better about his whole thing already. Hannah Todd, you are a force of nature."

"Yeah, yeah, and may the force be with us."

"Whatever that means."

"Old movie, Glor. A whole series as a matter of fact. If you're into Sci-Fi you should see it in the archives."

"Yeah, me? I don't think so. I'm more into science fact. That's where the money comes from."

"And boy, did it come. Listen, Friday is the day. I'll have Bertha put something together for lunch, and the four of us girls will put it together and tie it up in a bow for you."

"Thank you so much, Hannah. You truly do make dreams come true."

"Only for those who deserve to dream, my friend."

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On Friday morning, March tenth, less than a week home from the Bahamas, Gloria Tuttlehill arrived at my home in a pink tee shirt and a blue pastel skort under her coat in time to see Les McKelly being driven up the driveway by Ronnie. With Les out of the office, Lizzie had to remain at Recovery, to take up the slack and help out Avi. Holly sat in as her particular skill set, which was returning with a vengeance, was perfect to assist Gloria with her endeavor.

When we sat down in the sunroom to get things started before lunch, everyone looked to me to get things started. So I did. With a question. "Gloria, how many girls do you think we are talking about? Is there a handful, a dozen, more?"

"Goodness, I don't know. I've only met a few who he knocked up, but if you include the ones he didn't, it could be hundreds."

"Do you think we will have to find them handlers, or new masters?"

"That's fine, but I'm not sharing Rapper. He's all mine."

"I would never think to separate you and Rapper. Not after we worked so hard to bring you two together."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, Glor, you have had one hell of a long month."

"Not long enough, if you ask me."

"Still missing him."

"Hell yes. But I will get him back tonight. Thank God, and Hannah Todd."

Everyone got a good belly laugh out of that. Then Les took the reins.

"You know, Gloria, we may have some of the names on our list already."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, Makoo had lots of data on his girls and we have come into possession of said data."

"How..."

"Don't ask," Les said. "But you can, if you will, make a list for us of those you know the names or handles of. And anything you know about them, children and such."

In support of McKelly, I let Gloria know that this is how we get our inventory of lost girls at Recovery. And we've recovered more than a handful. A hell of a lot more. Les told her some of the stories and it brought tears to Gloria's eyes. I could tell she was thinking of Harriet and the things that bastard Makoo wanted to do to her. Well, he ain't doin' nothin' to nobody, no more. Miss Hannah Todd saw to that.

Oddly enough, it was not Les that took the reins, but Holly. Coming out of her shell, it was the old Holly coming to the forefront to lead the charge. And lead, she did.

"Gloria, I think we have to put together a full game plan, front to back. From who they are to what they need, to where they are going. I don't think we should even go after these girls until that plan, and the financing, is in place. If not, you're going to wind up with a bunch of strays camping out at your place, and that isn't pretty."

"You're so smart, Holly. Will you run my effort for me? I need a good point person, especially when I'm involved with Harry. Please."

"Sorry, Gloria. But keeping the house along with Bertha and running herd on the kids is more than a full-time job for me. It knocks me out every day. Especially with Celeste. She is a handful in herself."

"Yeah, been there, done that. Still doing it."

"Then you understand. I love you, Gloria, but I have to back out. Please understand."

"Oh, believe me, I do. Anyone any of you gals know about who might fit the bill?"

"Plenty," I said. "But they all have jobs too big to walk away from or to add to. This is your mission, Glor. You head it. You have a skillion bucks and a bigger staff than I have. There must be someone who can do it or refer someone who can. I've found the best place to start something new is right at home. Maybe Alvin could run it."

"Alvin has bigger fish to fry these days."

"Oh, I figured he was rich enough now to sit back and take it easy."

"Alvin is transitioning. He has wanted to for a long time but master held him back. Now he feels free to move ahead with it and that's his focus. The kids lost me for a month, but they're going to lose him for six months, and maybe forever. Certainly, as their father, Alvin. Maybe as their aunt Ava they can form some sort of loving relationship. Alvin's out. "

"Transitioning?"

"Yes. Alvin's feminine side has taken over and he came to me with this request practically pleading. What can I say and what can I do? Together we have been with many people, and alone as well. I have Rapper; he should have someone too. He's a good man, but he may be a better woman."

I went up to Gloria, pulled her up to me and put my arms around her and hugged her.

"Man or woman, Glor, I'm sure Alvin will always be in your life. I know he loves you so."

"I don't doubt that for a minute, Han. But I guess we all have to transition at this point."

"Amen to that, sister. Alright, let's go see how close to lunch Bertha is."

Both my nose and my instincts served me well, as Bertha was getting ready to call us to the dining table.

Once we were served, Mushroom steaks and ratatouille, Bertha joined us.

"You know, Hannah, that little Miss Tilly at RFS could be good for this assignment. She is really efficient and knows how to get things done. You should talk to Mr. Royce."

"That's a non-starter, Bertha. Tilly is far too valuable to Duane. He would chew my head off just for asking. I'll tell you what, though. Let me talk to Duane about sending a message through RFS to see if anyone out there is interested in a position like this. I'm sure with your money you ought to snatch at least one away from us. Find someone like Avi or Les and you will be set, but you can't have them. They are my first team."

"Why thank you, boss. It's good to be on the Queen's nice list. You never want to be on the naughty list."

"Amen to that," Holly said.

"Alright ladies, let's put our heads together and cook us up a plan." And we did. We spent about two hours at the dining table putting together the scope of the job and the kind of person we want leading the charge. We were about drained when we decided we had hit our limit. Holly was our best contributor, and I wished she could take the job, but she certainly had enough on her plate. Between Celeste with her swimming and physician's track and my four; two babies and two wild Barry children, her hands were totally full. And me? Around home I'm tits on a bull.

The framework was all laid out, and I decided to make a command decision. "Alright, ladies, to the hot tub. The wine's on me." Les wanted to beg off, but when I told her that she is sleeping over she called Shawn and acquiesced. Gloria and Holly were all in.

I raised my wrist up to my face. "Call Caroline."

"Yeah, boss? How can I help? Is everything okay?"

"For sure. Who's riding the closet tonight?"

"Probably Danny. He's usually our closet jockey."

"Where are you right now?"

"Walkin' the beat with Ron."

"Why don't you walk it right over here and let Danny walk with the Ranger? I want you in the closet tonight? We good?"

"Perfect. I should hit the closet in about six minutes. Is that okay?"

"Also, perfect. Thanks, Car. I've got three crazy women here and I don't want them to be embarrassed about walking around up here naked. It would probably be more embarrassing for Danny, though."

"I don't know, Miss T., Danny's got a roving eye on him."

"I'll mind that from here on out. All the more reason to have you up here. We've got wine and these girls know how to use it. See you soon."

We jumped in the tub and splashed a bit, and then we put the jets on. Love those jets. We were way off subject and laughing and giggling. A shame Lizzie is not here. She'd be pulling out the pot and then we'd be an ultra-mess.

Caroline came in just to check on us really quickly and let me know she would be riding her least favorite seat. It seemed the only one who liked riding the closet was Danny. Maybe that's why he does it so much. Maybe that's why he's so darned good at it. When she left, we went back to drinking wine and Les remarked about Gloria's tattoos. It was the first she and Holly had seen of them. But it won't be the last time. Not by a long shot.

"Slut?" McKelly asked. "Why would you get that tattooed on you?" And Gloria told her the story of her ex-husband, who betrayed her and had it done, along with the full sleeve on her left arm while she was knocked out.

"Each one has a story, Les. Ask and I will tell it. Just point to it." And Les took Gloria's hand and pointed to the tattooed bracelet with the charm that says 'Pain.'

"Ah yes. Good choice. That was given to me by a sadist I was seeing between husbands. He commanded that I get it and I did. Then he took me back to his place, strung me up by my other arm and beat the shit out of me with a belt."

"Eww." Les said. "How..."

"Oh no, McKelly. It was divine. I don't think he missed a spot. I guess you've got to be me to understand."

"Yeah, right? My husband does shit like that to me and he gets a copper tipped colonoscopy using that big old forty-five of his."

"Oh no. It's been a long time, but I saw the man for an extended period. Damned fine whipmaster." Les was stunned. Stu-nod.

"Ah, the good old days, eh?"

"Your kiddin' me, right, Glor?"

"I guess I'm kidding myself. Life's never been better than right now. I've waited near twenty years to come to grips with my tattoos and Rapper had me do it in a month. I'd call that nice work, but something's missing. Like I need a man in my life."

"Rapper's not enough. I understand he's enough for four women, including yourself. Besides, you've got a man. You've got Bull. He'll get you through times when no grown man will do."

Then I extracted myself from the tub and reached out to Gloria. "Yeah," I said. "That's just like my little Georgie. Duane wouldn't have a clue how to fix me like my Georgie does. Ask Lizzie. She will tell you the same thing. But for lesbians."

"Liz has a thing for boys?" Les asked.

"C'mon, Les, you know she is the mother of two boys. She can't have them, but she never forgets. Lesbian mothers don't love their children any different from you straights."

"I'll show you how fuckin' straight I am." And she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my undressed body to hers and gave me a real tongue sucker of a kiss."

"Go know," I said. "Les McKelly is bisexual. How about that?"

"Can we say three-way?"

"No, we cannot, Les McKelly. Ain't no woman gettin' with my man. No way, no how."

"You want a three way, Les, come home with me." Gloria said. "I'm sure Rapper would be happy to oblige."

"No, it's the Queen Bee or nobody. I've got standards." She hated herself as soon as she said it.

"Hey, that's not fair," Gloria said.

"I-I-I..." Les tried to say.

"Lighten up ladies. Let's get Gloria on the road and see just what we are going to do with Mrs. McKelly. We take our guests' needs very seriously here. Nobody goes home dissatisfied or unfulfilled."

"Boy, am I in trouble."

"Not with me. Let's all go down and walk Gloria to the car and see what transpires from there."

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On the way back to the kitchen, Les took my hand, and we walked up the driveway with arms swinging. We went through the doorjamb together, face to face, eye to eye, bosom to bosom. And Les and I are looking at each other like a couple of love hungry bunnies. A couple of snow bunnies. We had nothing on but a couple of big white fluffy robes which we cast off as soon as we got past Caroline in the Closet.

I don't know what's happened to my sweet Les McKelly. She is a tiger tonight. Thank God the kids are all zonked out and under the watchful eye of Holly, while Becca gets some well earned shut eye. When I told Les if she didn't keep it down, I would knock her block off. She told me, in no uncertain terms, that you never say that to a South Philly Girl. I apologized, and we moved on. Boy, did we move on.

Consent wasn't just given; it was shoved down my throat in the form of a wet tongue. One that knew its way around a mouth. We just embraced and kissed and rubbed our bodies against each other. We each finger banged the other to the tune of several orgasms, small and not so small. The pillows got a good workout. Boy, so did I. "Les McKelly. Goodness, girl. Welcome to the dark side."

"Only with you, Queen Bee. Nobody else."

"Do you have a thing for me, McKelly?"

"A thing? Who doesn't have a thing for you? There is not one of your top team that is not gaga over you. Even Duane hangs on your every word. Nobody bests Duane, but you can handle him with one hand tied behind your back."

"I prefer both hands behind the back, actually." Duane said as he walked into his bedroom to the sight of two naked white women and the smell of wine and sex. "Is this a special treat, or am I breaking something up?"

I was stunned. Caught in the act. Now what? Great sex or a big fight?

"I'm going to camp out in the guest room," Les said. "Duane, can you hand me a robe?"

Duane grabbed the two robes off of the floor and threw one at each of us. Not too us, at us; then he left the room. Les slipped into the robe and I gave her a pair of my satin pajamas to wear to bed. She took off, and Duane returned with a smug look on his face.

"Alright," I said. "What's tonight about? Are we fightin' or fuckin'?" And he just broke down and laughed his ass off. I took great offense.

"What have you been doing, my man, cattin' around at all hours of the night? Come home late, make me wait."

"It looks like you managed to keep busy while I slaved away."

"Slaved away, eh? Well, where were you all night, out at the titty bars?"

"Herman and I visited five active sites. Our people have to know we are around watching, just like they are."

"No titty bars, eh?"

"Come on, Han. Be serious for just one minute. I have hellos from Patty Chu and both the Untermyers. I don't think you are familiar with the others, although I can brief you..."

"No. Don't want nothing that's brief. I'm looking for long. Preferably long and hard. You get me, buster?"

"Come here, you."

Ah, to my happy place. To make my man happy all over. And me too, damn it.