There and Back Ch. 07

There and Back - Chapter Seven

"Pa-ul, I really am sorry. I'll never do anything like that again. From now on when I want to have more babies, I'll tell you before I haul you off to bed."

"That seems fair. Please tell Osalet and Argari to do the same."

"You mean they didn't tell you?"

"Tell me?"

"We all got on the pill a while back so our periods would basically coincide. You probably got them pregnant as well."

"Really?" I tried to sound exasperated but I couldn't pull it off. "In the coma world, Izabe and Argari knew that they were pregnant as soon as it happened. They had to divine it with Osalet."

"We took the liberty of checking your sperm count. You have an awful lot of very, very motile sperm cells. The three of us should have all caught."

"If I wasn't awake what would you have done?"

"We would have waited. Being a single mother isn't easy."

"But you're all rich. You could live together and hire a nanny. You don't even have to work."

"We had to come here to be with you. And we didn't want to let on that we were rich until you could join us or you were gone."

"I understand. No more secrets! I'll tell our mates the same thing. Now then, I'm supposed to get out of here today, right?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'm broke! What do I do? Go home?"

"With me. You go home with me. But first you have to make a few calls. Let me get up and we can get started."

I released my embrace and Izabe got out of bed and pulled on her uniform pants and top, then opened the curtains. She hit the switch on the wall by the door and opened the door to let in the light from the hall. In a matter of a minute all was back in order.

"I'll be right back," she said as she walked out of the door.

It took only a second to realize that I was indeed awake and I was in the most unusual and wonderful situation in the history of unusual and wonderful situations. I had gone from being a fat, lazy, depressed, cuckold, slob, to being a man with three mates, four children, health, wealth, and perhaps a little wisdom. I was just about to think about what was next when Izabe returned with her duffel bag.

"A duffel bag?" I asked.

"No, my mate," she said sounding like the truth was obvious. "It's my purse."

"Oh."

"I have a few things for you. First, your new cell phone. Second, your divorce papers ready for you to sign. Third, a prenup agreement. You should read it over and then decide if you want to sign it or trash it. We weren't sure what sort of man you were and wanted to be prepared. I was going to chuck it but I promised no more secrets. Questions?"

"Yes. Divorce papers?"

"Yeah, already filed with your lawyer, my uncle. Once you sign these, I fax them to him and your wife is served before the day is out. Then a law suit is filed against your wife's boyfriend who, it just so happens, is her boss at her job. They have a very strict no fraternization clause in their employment agreement.

"There is also a law suit against him for the beating he put on you. He went beyond self-defense and caused extreme bodily harm, and he did it on company time with a company employee present. My uncle says it's a strong case. He says you should win just on the fact that he put you in a coma for over two and a half years."

I sat there taking it all in. I tried to hide the tears in my eyes but couldn't.

"Pa-ul, why are you crying? This is your freedom day."

"Izabe. When Sue and I married we had these big dreams of me playing football in college and then in the Pros. We planned the house and the kids and the cars. I failed at all of those dreams. What makes you think that I won't fail again?"

"Because instead of a cheating, gold digger of a wife, this time you'll have three mates who will support you all the way."

"But support me to what? I really had no plan for after football. And now with all of this being laid out for me, I still have no plan. If the coma world taught me anything it was that you have to make things happen and not wait around for them to happen."

"That's good, because that is the man I'd hoped my mate would be."

"So tell me about this pre-nup."

"It says that if any of your mates cheat, that their share of the money is stripped away and divided among the other mates. The cheater gets nothing."

"I don't like that, Izabe. I mean if one cheats.... I can't see it, but that woman will still be mother of my child or children, it seems."

Izabe blushed at the notion that she or the others might be pregnant.

"Thank you, Pa-ul. That is just what I hoped you would say. There is a second pre-nup that lays out payments and support for any children and that money is supervised by a trustee so the cheater can't just take the money and run."

"I can't see that happening. No, I won't sign it. I trust all of you."

Izabe pulled out another document.

"Sign in these four places and you will officially be the father of Jonah Paul, Michael Paul, Adam Paul and Eve Paula."

"Just like that."

"Just like that. Unless you want to meet them first. They will all be over at our house when you get out of here."

"What about Osalet? Doesn't she have a shift after you?"

"No. Once you are discharged, the three of us are officially unemployed nurses, stay at home moms, and loving sex mates."

"What about the divorce again?"

"You sign this form, I fax it to my uncle and he serves Sue and her boyfriend wherever they are, doing whatever they're doing. The server has been on hold since you woke up. Oh, and just for the fun of it, we included your new cell phone number in the divorce papers. As soon as she's served, you should get a phone call."

"Really?" I sounded way too excited by the prospect of talking to my wife just after the bomb was dropped.

"I just can't believe this. I have to still be in a coma in order to live this kind of charmed life. It can't be real."

"It's not. It's all in your mind. Do you want to wake up?"

I'd been mulling over the concept since the idea of still being in a coma occurred to me. I knew my answer.

"Izabe, if this is another coma world so be it. If this is real life, so be it too. I want to live in this world with you and Osalet and Argari and the children."

"I'm happy to hear that because all of us want the same thing. Now the forms."

"What's most important?"

"The divorce?"

"Right."

She stuck the papers on a clipboard and handed it to me.

"Sign here and here and on the next page, right there."

"Izabe, I hope you understand how much trust I'm putting in you. This is the first time in my life that I'm signing things without reading them or having a lawyer look them over first."

"I appreciate that, I really do."

I finished signing and Izabe snatched the clipboard away from me.

"I've got you now and your little dog too!" She did a perfect mad cackle and headed for the door. "I'm going to fax these right now. I'll be right back. Feel free to look over the rest of the papers. There's nothing to hide.... now."

She cackled again and ran out the door. My first thought was "What have I gotten myself into". My second was "Something wonderful".

I picked up the sheaf of papers and began looking at them. One caught my eye. It was the one to put my name on Jonah Paul's birth certificate. I signed it and set it to my left. The next paper was the same but for Michael Paul. I signed it. The next two were for Adam Paul and Eve Paula. I signed both and set them with the others.

The next was the suit for damages against Poindexter Louis Kale. Poindexter? With a name like that he should be sued often. I was tempted to cross out his name and write in "The Asshole" but I didn't. It was good though to finally know his name. Then again it didn't sit well that I'd been such a lazy slob that a guy named Poindexter had put me in a coma. I began to rethink the idea of returning the favor.

Izabe came in with a big smile.

"I got the forms sent off and my uncle says that the papers will be served within the next two hours."

"I guess I should make sure my phone is charged. Here."

I handed the forms to get my name on the birth certificates to her. She looked at the forms and when she saw what they were immediately began to tear up.

"Really? You don't want to talk it over with the others?"

"Izabe, I've talked to them. I'm a cotton-picking father! I've wanted kids forever. They are part of my dream come true. Their mothers are another part."

"How are you going to handle all of the love that's going to be coming your way?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll explode!"

She kissed me and got a nice firm grip on me while she did. Then she flung the covers off the bed and whipped my gown to the side and took me into her mouth. She loved me with her mouth until I came. Then she replaced the gown and the covers, looked at me, smiled and kissed me, passing a snowball of my cum back to my mouth. We swapped my seed back and forth swallowing a bit each time until it was gone.

"Let's finish this paper work," Izabe said, her mouth now close to my ear.

"OK, but I may need more of that reward."

"I've got more. You'll never lack for that."

I signed the lawsuit for damages and the one for interfering with my marriage. Next came the one against the company for their allowing a supervisor to fuck a married subordinate. The suit said that I would drop it if the two were fired for cause and had negative job evaluations in their files.

Finally came the prenup.

"Izabe, explain to me why."

"We had it made when we didn't know you. We wanted to be sure that you couldn't access the money if the court forced you to give some to your wife. I mean that was the big reason. She deserves nothing."

"I think she deserves a good swift kick in the ass."

"She'll get that, trust me."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Several of them probably."

"Can I watch?"

"Does that turn you on?"

"Nope, but I've never hit a woman and I'm not going to start now. But that doesn't mean I can't enjoy watching someone get their comeuppance. And it might be fun to laugh out loud while it's happening."

I signed the prenup and Izabe left to fax all of the forms to her uncle. I wiped a tiny little bit of cum from my nose. It must have been left from some on Izabe's cheek. I wondered if I would ever want her blowjobs to be less sloppy. Nah!

**********

I was catching up with the news of the day when I heard a giggle. I looked around and the room was empty. There it was again. It was definitely Osalet's giggle. There it was again. I looked around and zone in on the location. It was my phone. I picked it up and pressed the green button to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"You son of a bitch! What do you think you're doing divorcing me and suing Louis?"

"Hi Sue! Long time no talk!"

"Answer me, you cocksucker!"

"Now, Sue, as I recall you were the one sucking cock.... and fucking it as well."

"You can't prove that!"

"Can't I, Mrs. Kale?"

She made some weird noises and then there was silence.

"Hello? Sue?"

"How long have you been out of the coma?"

"A while. You would know that my loving wife if you'd been visiting me."

"I tried but those bitch nurses wouldn't let me in. Maybe I should sue them!"

"And maybe I should press charges for you trying to kill me."

She made those noises again and disconnected the call. I set the phone down on the side table. I thought that our first conversation went well. She called Poindexter, Louis. I would need to remember that he doesn't like to use his first name.

Izabe came in a few minutes later and my mood sparked right up.

"Pa-ul, this is Jo-nah, your son."

The boy sitting on her hip looked like my baby pictures. She leaned over and I offered a hand. He took hold of my finger.

"Hello, Jo-nah. I'm happy to meet you."

He looked at me and made my heart explode.

"Daddy."

"Yes. I am your daddy. Hello son!"

Izabe set him down on my bed and he looked at me, tentatively, then crawled to me and I took him in my arms and sat him on my lap. He played with my beard and that was the first time I realized that I had one. I pointed at his belly and when he looked down I booped him in the nose. He giggled and did it back to me. I acted all surprised and laughed.

Izabe sat in the chair next to my bed and watched the bonding of father and son. We were sitting there. He was talking, a language I didn't understand, but that didn't matter. He played with the buttons on his shirt and pulled on my beard. I roughed up his hair and he did the same to me. Then he stopped and looked at his mother.

"Potty."

She quickly snatched him up and ran to the bathroom. When she came out, she smiled.

"He's learning and has no concept of timing. When he says potty, he means I might be going right now or I have to go soon. We never know."

"How long is he staying?"

"For another hour or so, then he is taking you home with him."

I hadn't thought about it. I was being released today. I was going to a new home. Other things came to my mind.

"Izabe, I just thought of something. What about all my belongings that were left at my old house?"

"What about them?"

"Do I go get them?"

"Do you want them? I mean we saved the ones you had on when you got here. They were all sorts of bloody. I guess someone thought they might be evidence."

"They still could be. But what do I wear home? This gown is going to go flying in the breeze a lot."

"Oh, I like the idea of that."

"Yeah, yeah, you horny beast."

"Yup. But I'm your horny beast AND I'm the one who has kept a running record of your measurements. Osalet is bringing your new clothes as we speak."

"Really?"

"It's going to be simple stuff. Jeans, polo shirt, socks, slip-on shoes, a windbreaker and a ball cap."

"No underwear?"

"Actually, Osalet had a wonderful idea for underwear and she said that she had it covered."

I wondered what that meant. Changing the subject, I asked, "I just realized when Jo-nah was sitting here. I have a beard! Should I clean up before I leave?"

"I don't know. I kind of like you with a beard. And it tickles. Everywhere."

"It also occurred to me that I haven't looked in a mirror in over two and a half years."

Izabe looked at me in a bit of shock.

"I guess that's right. Early on we shaved you, then we decided to let it grow. The three of us liked it so much that we let it grow and then we shaped it and trimmed it. It looks really good."

"It doesn't feel big and bushy and it doesn't feel scruffy. I'm going to the bathroom to take a look."

"You mean that all the times you've been to the bathroom here, you've never looked in the mirror?"

"You know what, Izabe, my love. It honestly never occurred to me. I was so happy to get out of bed and to pee.... never mind. I guess it's a guy thing."

"What is?"

I blushed! I actually felt my face get warm. I looked at Izabe and figured what the hell. We were mates. We were now lovers. We were parents. She had been handling my junk for a couple years.

"It just felt good to really hold my penis in my hand again. I think that was when I really began to believe that I was awake. In the coma world, when I went to the trench...."

"The what?"

"There was a big trench behind the village where everyone went to the bathroom. I don't remember anyone taking a dump, no wait! My mates and I didn't have ass holes! Weird. Anyway, the women just turned their backs and bent over and the guys just stood and peed. Even when I mated with you and the others, I don't remember any feeling when I touched myself."

"I'll make sure to tell that to the Doc in my report. It might mean something to her. So, now you like to touch yourself?"

"I'm like all men. We always like to touch ourselves. Anyway, back to the beard. I'll be right back."

I walked into the bathroom and instead of looking to the right to the toilet, I looked to the left. There was a mirror and there was someone else looking back at me. Maybe I wasn't out of my coma! That guy had a full, yet well-trimmed, beard. His hairline was just starting to recede. His eyes were a rich hazel and his hair, while groomed, was a little on the wild side.

I lifted my gown and recognized my cock and my balls and my brown pubes, which were also trimmed. I'd need to talk to my mates about that. But above my cock was what really got my attention. My body had virtually no fat. My abs grew in the shape of a delta from the top of my cock to the start of my six pack. My firm, well defined, hard-body, six-pack! I lifted the gown farther and stared at my firm well defined pecs.

I was in better physical shape than when I was in college. My legs looked like tree trunks. I was beautiful!

"Well?"

I turned to look at Izabe who was also admiring what she saw.

"I'm not me."

"Nope, you're better. You're gorgeous. You're sexy. And you're all ours."

"Oh! Where's Jo-nah? I shouldn't be showing off my goods with him around."

"He's at the nurses station playing with his toys. They love him."

"Do they know who his father is?"

"No. No one knows except you, your mates, and the Doc. You were there when she found out."

I looked back in the mirror and made a decision.

"Izabe, I want to go to the house and see if there is anything I want. I want Sue to see me. I want to see Poindexter and I want them to see you and to know that I've traded way, way, way up."

"Thank you for that. But do you think it's wise? By now they've been served and I doubt they would be in a good mood."

"Maybe they won't be home. I still have the keys to the house, unless you gave all that stuff back to her when I got here."

"No, your keys and wallet are in the safe. But I don't want you back in here as a patient or in jail, Pa-ul. Now that we've found you we don't want to lose you."

"You won't lose me. Let me ask you this, do you have someone to watch the children? If the three of you go out or something, do you have a set babysitter?"

"Yeah, my mother is always happy to take the kids."

"Then, let's all go over to the house and see Sue and Poindexter. I really want them to see a man who is going to live well and the three women he's going to live well with. Besides, as I recall, didn't you promise me to kick Sue in the ass?"

Izabe thought about it for several minutes.

"What do you really want that she may have?"

"All of my college sports awards. The pictures of my folks. CD's and records."

"OK, I can see why you'd like that stuff. I just don't want any trouble."

"I don't think there will be any. I have a feeling that Poindexter is a bully and beating up a fat lazy fool is not as easy as beating up a man with three mates, four kids and a glorious life ahead of him. I'll turn my back and walk away from any confrontations."

"OK. I'll call Osalet. She'll get Argari up and get mom to babysit."

"Is Argari sleeping? Oh! Of course, she is, she works third shift."

"She worked third shift, remember? She is now unemployed."

I got a shocked look on my face and tensed up thinking she'd be unemployed before I remembered the lottery. I relaxed.

"I like the beard and the haircut. Who decided to style my pubic hair?"

"I did! I wasn't sure if you were a hairy pussy guy or not and the three of us were getting hair in our teeth but now we won't mind."

I went back to bed and Izabe brought Jo-nah back in with his toys and we played until Osalet came with my clothes. She came in and kissed me and hugged Jo-nah.

"Wosaweta!" Jo-nah said, obviously happy to see her.

"Hello Jonah! How is my little naked man?"

"Fine. Daddy plays."

"Really?"

He nodded vigorously and went back to his toys.

"Hello, my mate."

"Hello Osalet. What have you got for me?"

She hefted a backpack on the bed and said, "All of this. I got jeans in two sizes and shoes. There are three shirts, I wasn't sure what color you night like most."

"And underwear?"

"Yeah. I got you some but I get to help you into them."

"That sounds dangerous."

"No, just a little pleasure trip for me."

"OK. Let's get going."

Izabe picked up Jo-nah and took him out of the room. When he was gone, I got out of bed and removed the hospital gown. I stood before Osalet and she just stared.

"Osalet? The clothes?"

"OH! Sorry. You just look so damn good. I can't wait to get you home."

"We aren't going home first. We're going to my old house to get some things I want."

"Oh?"

"Yes and Izabe has promised to kick Sue in the ass. I just can't deny her that."

"Oh please! Me too!"

"Talk to your mate. Now where is this special pair of underwear?"

She opened a side zipped pocket of the backpack and pulled out a very small, turquoise something. She held it in her closed fist and clutched it to her chest. She was turning to the left and right like a little girl.

"Alright already. Give."

She got a big grin and said, "TA DA!" as she opened her fist and spread out a tiny turquoise thong. I looked at it and then back to her.

"Do you like it?"

"I've never worn a thong."

"Yes you have."

"No, I don't think I have."

"Yes you have, several times."

Then it hit me.

"You had me wearing thongs while I was in a coma!"

"Yup. You look really good in them too."

"So, was it a regular fashion show for everyone?"

"No! It was only for me. I only had you wear them during my shift. Let me help put them on you."

She knelt down and I put a hand on her shoulder, lifted a foot and put it in the first leg hole. She didn't lift the thong, but instead gave me a big wet kiss on the dick. Then she held the thong so I could get my other leg in.

Before lifting the thing up, she gave me another wet kiss on the dick and then pulled the thong up. When she got to my balls she moved the thong around to encompass my nuts and raised the thong, lifting my cock with the material. She took the knob into her mouth and gave it a good long suck with a nice wet tongue twirl.

When she released me, she pulled the thong up and into place. She moved the front around a little getting me seated just right. Then she kissed my package through the material and stood up admiring her work.

"Oh, Pa-ul. That looks wonderful. It's much sexier when you are vertical."

That made me laugh and I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Instead of embracing me, she grabbed my bare ass cheeks with both hands and squeezed tight.

"I've been fantasizing about doing that for years. It's impossible to do it when you're in bed laying down. These feel really nice. I can't wait to have these muscles drive me through the mattress."

"And I can't wait to do the driving. Now let's get the rest of these clothes on."

The larger sized jeans were perfect, and Osalet made sure by carefully tucking my cock and jewels in the pants for me. I picked a black polo shirt. I was so pale that the black seemed right. Last came the socks and loafers and I was ready to bail out of Dodge.

Izabe came back in and looked at me.

"I approve."

"Did you know about the underwear?"

"I know nothing about any underwear. Is it hot?"

"I'm not going to tell you. For now this will be a secret between Osalet and me. Right my mate?" I asked Osalet.

"Yes my mate," she relied with a nice kiss on the lips and a soft pat on the balls.

"Mom will watch the kids so let's go home and drop off Jo-nah and pick up Argari."

"And quickly meet all the kids and my new favorite mother-in-law."

We laughed and I went to the nurses station and I signed myself out. They had all my financial info for the payment of services rendered. I laughed inwardly because Sue was on the hook for a portion of the now $38,000.00 hospital bill. I had a wild idea that I would run past the lawyer. If Sue had been working, why didn't they go after her for the money while I was in the coma?

I picked up Jo-nah and lifted him onto my shoulders. He screamed with delight having never been that far off the ground before. I bounced him up and down as I walked and he had a death grip on my hair. When we arrived at the SUV, I put Jo-nah in the car seat and buckled him in. I opened the driver's side door for Izabe and the passenger side door for Osalet. Then I proudly got into the back and sat next to my son.

We drove and I marveled at how the area had changed in twenty seven months. There were restaurants that I'd never heard of before. We drove into a nice subdivision and Izabe pulled into the driveway of a very large house.

"You live here?"

"Yes," she replied quietly.

"Did you have money before all of this?"

"No, the house belongs to my mother. It became hers when my father passed away. Since the babies were born the seven of us have been living here as a big family. My mother is the official, unofficial, house mother."

"What about the other girls families?"

"Both Argari's and Osalet's parents have passed away. They were sharing a small one bedroom apartment before we met you."

"I'm assuming that your mother knows about me?"

"Nope. She thinks she's running an unofficial home for unwed mother nurses."

"Oh please!"

"I'm serious. When we all got pregnant, she saw it as a chance to do some good. Osalet and Argari were my best friends by the time we were all knocked up and she couldn't turn down the idea of having a house full of girls and babies. She loves being a grandma."

"She is going to kill me!" I said seriously.

"No she won't. She might kill the three of us for raping you, but you, you she is going to love. Especially if you walk around the house in your hospital gown. She may be old but she isn't dead."

I looked at Izabe with absolute horror. Things suddenly went crazy in my mind. Three women and now a potential horny grandmother. Then it hit me, what if the other two mothers were horny too? Could I really end up living in a house where I had to service three woman and their mothers? Maybe I WAS still in a coma!

"Paul! PAUL! Are you all right?" Izabe asked.

"Sorry, my mate, I was having a bad dream."

"Bad dream?"

"Yeah, it was about me being in a coma and living in a house with three horny women and their horny mothers and I was a kept sex slave."

Izabe stood stone frozen in place. She slowly turned towards me.

"You've figured it out have you? I guess it had to happen. I was hoping that you wouldn't figure things out until I at least got you into the house."

My mouth must have hit the floor and my face went cold as all the blood rushed out of it.

"I'm still in a coma!" I started breathing fast.

"No, you're awake."

"Then I'm out of here! There's no way I'm going to be a slave to six women."

"Good because that would about the dumbest thing I could imagine.... but apparently not for you! Where the hell do you come up with these ideas? You should write a book!"

"What?"

"Pa-ul, this is real. My mother has a gentleman friend and will not be interesting in a boy, as she would say. Even a well-hung boy. Now come here and help me get Jonah into the house and remember the three of us have normal names."

"So, I'm not going to be a sex slave?" I tried to sound disappointed instead of relieved.

"No! A sex toy, maybe; but not a slave. You can walk away anytime you stop loving your mates and your children. Now, as my mother will tell you at some point, hustle your bustle!"

I picked Jonah out of his car seat and with him on my right hip and Izabe holding my left hand we walked towards the front door. Before we could get there, Osalet pulled into the drive and ran after us.

"Wait for me!"

"Wosaweta!" Jonah called out happily.

"Hello Jonah," Osalet said after delivering a kiss to my son's cheek and turning to me.

"Hello my love. How are you doing?" She kissed me lightly on the lips.

"I'm good and the underwear feel nice."

"Good. Let's go meet Mom!"

"Is your mother here too?"

"No, everyone in the house calls Elizabeth's mother, Mom."

Elizabeth laughed.

"Rosaleta, you can't imagine the thoughts going through our mates mind. When I tell you, you're going to wet your pants!"

"OK, OK, let's get this over with," I said. "Besides I still have to go to my old house."

"And I have to put on my heavy duty ass kicking boots," Elizabeth laughed and Rosaleta giggled at that.

Elizabeth opened the front door. We all walked in and she called out, "Mom! We're back and have a guest!"

From the back of the house I heard, "A guest? And you didn't warn me. The place is a mess!"

I looked around and the place was freaking pristine.

"Who in heaven's name is it?" Said the sort of rotund woman with the beautiful face, wavy rust brown hair, and electric hazel eyes. "Oh my and who is this boy?"

"Boy?" I whispered to Izabe.

"I told you," she whispered back. "Mom, this is Paul O'Dell. Paul, this is my mother, Joyce Chestnut. Mom we have to tell you an amazing story. Where is Margarite?"

"Mogaweet!" Jonah exclaimed as Margarite walked into the room.

Jonah wiggled in my arm and obviously wanted to get down so he could go to my third mate. I set him down and he toddled over to Margarite. She picked him up and they kissed with a quick peck on the lips.

"Jonah's my boyfriend!" She informed me as she began to tickle my son.

"Hello, Paul. It's a pleasure to meet you. This is the first time Elizabeth has brought a boy home," Joyce looked me over from head to know and nodding her acceptance.

"Well, it's the first time I've gone to a girl's home in a long time," I said.

"Oh? Have you been in jail?"

"MOM!"

"What? You bring home a stud like this and he tells me he hasn't been to a girls home in a long time, what am I supposed to think? OH! I'm sorry, Paul. You're gay."

"MOM!"

"What?" the lovely mother asked testily.

"Mrs. Chestnut, I'm not gay."

"He most certainly is not!" Elizabeth insisted.

"He most certainly is not that," Margarite confirmed.

"I know that's right!" Rosaleta added.

Mrs. Chestnut looked at the three women and then at me.

"Why do I have a feeling that this amazing story might require a lot of wine?"

My mates chuckled at that. Of course, they were all nodding in confirmation too.

"Mom, we need to take Paul out for a bit. When we got home, we'll tell you the most amazing story you've ever heard. Would you mind babysitting?"

"But aren't you two supposed to be at work?"

"That's part of the story, Mom. Can you watch the kids?"

"Of course, I can watch the kids. I'm their gramma. Paul will you join us for dinner?"

"I'd love to if you don't mind. I don't want to intrude."

"Polite!? Elizabeth, where did you find this one? Better yet, how do you intend to hang on to him? He's a keeper!"

"Yes, Mom, he is. I'll tell you all about it when I get home. I'm going to go and get out of this uniform. I'll be right back down."

Elizabeth turned to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"And he blushed! Oh boy!" Mom said.

"Where are you from, Paul?"

"MOM! No questions until we get back!"

"This had better be one hoot of a story for all this fuss."

"I think you'll find it to be most amazing, Mom," Rosaleta said.