I Want Her to Know What Love Is C37

In this chapter, a lot of things are cleared up behind the scenes, while the kids movie is made and shown in all the local schools, and eventually on PBS. Sixty Minutes wants to do an interview with the children at the Shelter, and plans are made. This chapter contains oral sex, interracial sex, group sex, lesbian sex, some mild spankings, and MFF threesomes. This is a copyrighted work and not to be altered, edited, changed, or published in written or any other format without the permission of the author. ©️Copyright, 2026

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 37

Preparing for Sixty Minutes

As I drove up, I saw the drone was overhead again. Maybe it was time to poke the bear. We went into the house and let everyone know that Cherry was back and Preacher was mustering out, and Cherry was working for Bobbi's dad. That seemed like it was good news for everyone. I checked with Roberta and Shed and they still had drone duty. They dropped a location pin on a map showing me where they were, and where the drone operators were, taking up space on a picnic table. I told them I'd be going out running in a few and for them to back my play.

"I'm going for a run," I said to the ladies.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Sonia asked.

"You can exercise here if you want, but I think it's time to get some information from the drone operators."

"Be careful."

"Always am," I said, giving her a kiss. "Shed and Roberta will back me up."

I put on some sweats with a big, loose sweatshirt with room for a belly holster underneath it. The weather favored warmer clothes anyway, so I wouldn't look out of place. I added a weapon and notified Shed and Roberta I was on the way.

When I left the house, the drone was still flying overhead, but as I started my run, it moved with me, heading back to the park. Excellent. I started an easy lope as I headed out. It isn't far to the park and I went past the drone crew at a fast trot, ignoring them for now. Two, rather big blokes, packing some meat, and a skinny nerd-like guy in glasses, not too dissimilar to what I was in high school. Maybe college-aged. I did a lap of the lake and the drone continued following me. Did they expect me to meet up with someone, or were they bored watching a house, or maybe practicing tailing techniques?

When I reached their location, instead of going by them again, I went barreling into the larger of the two thugs, knocking him ass over teakettle, and then turning on the other big one, who looked like he was going to draw a gun.

"You have a sniper rifle zeroed in on you. If you pull that gun, you're going down. Stick your fucking hands up now and save your family the price of a funeral. You," I said to the geek, "bring the drone down now. And you" to the guy starting to stir on the ground, "if you make any sudden motions, I'm going to break both of your knees."

Hands went up, the drone came down, and the thug on the ground stayed where he was. I relieved both goons of their guns, of which they each carried one. I suspected knives too, but I didn't search.

Shed came walking up. Roberta stayed where she was with her rifle aimed. Shed took the guns and watched the two meatheads. I took the drone and stomped it into its component parts.

"Do you know how much that cost?" the nerd asked.

"Pretty good idea. Do you know what the penalty is for invading the privacy of ex-Delta Force members? That will cost a lot more than the drone. The US has a vested interest in protecting the identities of former Special Ops soldiers. I can make you disappear in Guantanamo for the rest of your life."

"I didn't know you were a former Delta Force soldier. I was told you were a local businessman."

"Shut up, kid," one of the heavies said. "The boss doesn't like blabbermouths."

Shed stomped on his knee and I heard something snap. "If I want you to open your mouth, I'll ask you a question," Shed said. "Shut up unless you're spoken to."

The kid looked scared as hell now. Right where he needed to be. I put my arm around his shoulder and led him to another picnic table around a hundred feet away. He was shivering, and it wasn't from the cold.

"Looks like you're faced with a choice, young man, and it isn't a pleasant one. You can voluntarily tell me everything I want to know about what you know, or my friend there with the heavy boots can stomp all over you. He's ex-special forces too, and there's a certain brotherhood about serving together. He'd be happy to kill you if I asked. That other fellow, he'll walk with a limp for the rest of his life, if he survives, and he probably won't, and you saw how big he is. What, are you like nineteen?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Rex."

"Like a dog? Rex?"

"Yeah."

"I bet you caught hell for that in high school?"

"Yeah."

"How would you like your hands smashed so badly you can never play video games again?"

"I wouldn't."

"You still a virgin?"

"Yeah."

"Figured. I was too at your age. I looked just like you except taller and no glasses. Would you like to have sex someday?"

"Yeah."

"I got another friend who likes to cut the cocks and balls off of people involved in slavery rings. You don't know it yet, probably, but the folks you're involved with run a human trafficking ring, so your beans and wiener are already forfeit unless you help us out. Are you going to talk to me, or listen to the bozo over there with the busted knee?"

"I'll tell you whatever I know."

"Good lad. Wise decision. You might get to have sex someday after all."

He proceeded to tell me everything he knew, although God knows it wasn't much. He'd been tabbed for his technical skills, and not because he was an inherently bad asshole. What he did know is where George and Donna might be when I showed them the picture, although they weren't going by George and Donna. He didn't recall what their names were, because they weren't formally introduced. He said the fellow whose knee was smashed used to call in once every hour, so it was possible that without a check-in, people were already moving. He also told me that they were keeping an eye out for anyone who went into and out of my house and tried to get the license plates off the cars if they weren't in the garage.

I called Edgar and let him know their last known location, but they might already be on the move.

"They used to call in once an hour, and they didn't make their call when it was due, about fifteen or twenty minutes ago. You might be able to get more from the two thugs, but they'll require more intense questioning. The drone kid was pretty cooperative, but he might need some protection now. He was verbally threatened if he talked."

"I'll let Sahar know so she can sharpen her knives. Have the kid dropped off at the shelter. Maybe we can put him to work if he has technical skills."

"Did you shoot the first drone down?" Rex asked after I hung up.

"I did. I don't like being spied on. Once the drone came back, I figured it was for more nefarious purposes than peeking in windows. Now we're going to head back to the others. Your two running buddies are going to disappear. They'll protect you at the shelter with the ex-slaves that got freed. You need to pick your friends and associates a little better, and look at where your paycheck is coming from. These folks are animals. You don't want to be an animal, Rex, despite your name."

We headed back to the other group. Both the goons had been flex cuffed and duct taped over their mouths, and Roberta was now with Shed looking after them, her rifle packed away.

"Those two get taken to wherever Sahar wants them, where they won't worry about blood on the floor. She'll relieve them of their gonads if they don't want to talk. This lad needs to go to the shelter. He gave us a lead on the Bulgarian hit team."

"They were assassins?" Rex said. "They looked like a fairly nice old couple."

"Which makes it easier for them to get close and stick a shiv in your guts," I said.

"They spoke perfect English!"

"The Soviets had mole schools where they used to train young kids how to be Americans from an early age. They were immersed in American culture from the age of five or so. Once the iron curtain collapsed, a lot of them turned to other professions to support themselves. Since they were trained as spies, a lot of them became assassins. It's a compatible skill set."

"Hell!"

"When I say disappear, I mean disappear. You don't want to fuck around with these jokers now that they know you blabbed. They've got meaner than these two. Follow instructions and maybe you'll live long enough to have sex."

"He's a virgin?" Roberta asked. "How quaint." Rex blushed. I suspected he wouldn't remain a virgin long.

I had Rex show me the vehicle they'd come to the park in, and I took a photo of the license plate and VIN number to have them run. Might give us a person or company behind the two, or it might be one of the muscle's personal car. We'd find out. Maybe a little more information would come out of it. After I sent the info to the Edgar, the two thugs were stuffed into the back of the SUV Roberta and Shed were driving. Rex got to sit up front with Roberta while Shed sat in the back seat and kept an eye on the two trussed turkeys.

I headed back to my family and the rest of my workout, followed by a nice lunch, and sex with my honeys. Janine arrived after lunch to work with Tommy and Belinda. All in all, not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

******

When Edgar hit the place the nerd mentioned, I was right, they'd boogied already. But they'd left in a hurry and left some shit behind, which they were going through with a fine-tooth comb, looking for more clues. The questioning of the other two was also proceeding, but at a slower pace, but it was doubted they'd get much more out of them. They were low-level, hired strictly as muscle, not for their thinking prowess.

Monday, after another workout and some pleasant time with my girls, I spent a few hours at work, talking with Bruce and giving him another idea I had that could be developed into something marketable, anti-drone defenses. It would take a few years to develop, but showed promise. The rest of the week was quiet. The drones weren't replaced, but the trackers were still on the cars.

That gave me another idea for a way to get hold of some more lowlifes. Remove the trackers and see if we could set a trap to capture anyone who tried to replace them. All it would take is some coordination where we only took the cars someplace where we already had a team set up. Someone runs in to do the shopping, while the car is watched. I got a list of all the places that Ann, Hoán, and Benson would have to do shopping, or other errands. We set specific times they'd be going, and where they'd park when they got there. I arranged with Edgar to have two people looking over the parking lot and car at those specific times. It should work.

The need to do something was made more apparent when both Tommy and Belinda reported on Thursday that they thought their school bus was being followed. Good kids, still paying attention. It meant we'd have to put a team on their school bus, though, unless we got whoever the fuck it was to back off. They were seriously pissing me off. Friday, I went to the shelter and discussed my plans with Alex, Edgar, Sahar, and Beth. Sahar wanted to be on the team that went after the bus followers. Pity those poor fools.

I checked in with Maya and Sandy, ensuring they were catching on at their new jobs, and to let them know what was happening. Alex would add a guy to increase security at their house, and remove any trackers their vehicles may have picked up once they started working at the shelter.

Friday night, we started putting the plan to work. While Janine was there, I removed all of the trackers from all the vehicles and smashed them in a vise, all going dark at once. Janine got a person added for her protection, starting from the time she left my house. Ann's and Bobbi's old car was moved off property where it could be garaged. Hoán had her vehicle put in my garage, because it would hold three and I only had two.

We had our schedule and followed it to a tee, Sonia or Bobbi going with whoever was running errands to help spot tails. I took the kids to the shelter on Saturday, where they were completing the interviewing for their film, meeting Janine and her bodyguard there. I noticed I was physically followed to the shelter.

"We're being followed, Dad," Tommy said.

"Good job, Scout. I saw him too."

"Are we going to do anything about it?" Belinda asked.

"Not yet. We want to catch them tampering with the car, so we'll probably stop for ice cream when we're done and give them a chance to screw up. Everyone else driving today is doing the same thing. We want another half dozen people to question, and we're going to see if we can't get four or more today, and another couple following your bus on Monday."

"Will you be questioning them?"

"No, we're going to act like we don't know what's going on. The FBI, or someone else will question them after they're captured."

"What will happen to them?" Tommy asked.

"I don't know. That's not my decision." Probably a deep grave if Sahar had anything to do with it, especially anyone following a school bus. "You just concentrate on your project and don't worry about the other stuff. It's covered."

"Okay."

While the kids were busy, Edgar and I monitored the other traps, and sure enough, two folks were nabbed following Hoán and Sonia, and two others were captured following Benson, Ann, and Bobbi as they ran today's planned errands. All were taken for questioning, and their cars were taken and disposed of, set on fire after being searched, affecting both manpower and pocketbooks.

When the kids were done, Janine and her bodyguard, a fellow named Perry, but going by Buck, a former SEAL, joined us for ice cream. Since we had two following us and two more following them when we went to the ice cream parlor, we took four more off the streets. That would keep them busy for a while. No one had unlimited resources, and we'd just taken eleven more out of commission in the last week.

Two more were taken out Monday when a car following the kids' bus was smashed broadside by a big pickup. While the two men were really taken away by Sahar, when the police came to investigate the crime, they were told the two men had run off from their disabled vehicle after the accident because their car had a felony amount of drugs in it. When the police checked, it did. So the car was towed to a police impound lot where it could be searched by the FBI for clues as to who owned the vehicle.

Now, it turned out that all of the vehicles had been rented by a shell company out of the Cayman Islands, and that same company had rented some motel rooms in the Minneapolis area, so at four a. m. in the morning, one week after the crash of the car following the school bus, simultaneous raids were made at three locations, and the Bulgarian assassins were apprehended at one of them, with four more foreign nationals at the other two.

Those six knew more than most of the people questioned so far, and two months later, raids were made on a dozen different locations on five different continents, and another major human trafficking operation was brought to its knees. Those raids included one in South Africa, where Berserker and Chiang helped bring Xiu's rapist owner to justice, a quick and sudden death.

The raids were successful enough that human trafficking was halved for the next couple of years. Over a hundred rich bastards and government officials were arrested as a result of the raids, and nearly two thousand slaves were freed from all over the world. Several traffickers didn't live to see trials, some by suicide, some by assassination, and some killed in the jails and prisons they were being held in. Regardless of their convictions, Sahar had the names, addresses and details of every one of the bastards, and I'm sure if their punishments weren't steep enough, they'd have a visitor in the middle of the night, ensuring justice was done. But that was all in the future.

******

It took two more weeks after their final round of interviews at the shelter, the day of the ice cream parlor visit, before the kid's slave movie was complete. Before it got shown to the teacher or anyone in their classes, Tommy and Belinda showed the younger kids' version of the film to us in the entertainment room. When it was finished, there wasn't a dry eye anywhere. It was heart-wrenching, even without the stuff they had to leave out for age reasons. Janine had done a great job putting the whole thing together. They'd blurred the faces of the various ex-slaves to keep their identities secret.

I asked for a meeting with the school principal and select teachers, including Tommy's and Belinda's. I showed them the movie, and they had the same reaction to it as we did. They had a school assembly and showed it to the whole school. Belinda and Tommy were like rock stars at the school. Then that movie and the one designed for high school students were seen by the school board, and they put it in every school in the Minneapolis school district.

PBS caught wind of it, and the adult version was shown to members of the local affiliate. PBS picked it up and broadcast the adult version all over the country at ten at night to try to limit children's exposure to it, because that one was awful. In addition to crying, you wanted to puke; some of the stuff was so bad. There was a huge uptick in donations and volunteers showing up at the various slave shelters around the country, which was good because when those raids were carried out in the future, another half dozen more shelters needed to be opened up in the US alone for the slaves freed here, or US slaves in other countries.

I got a call from Sixty Minutes, asking if they could do a show interviewing my kids at the shelter.

"I don't have a particular objection to you interviewing my kids, or even if it's at the shelter, but the shelter may have problems with it. They're trying to change the lives of the women, and having their faces broadcast all over the country may be a bozo no-no. The kids' mothers may also have a problem with it. I'll check with everyone else and see what they say. I'll call you back either way, but expect some conditions you'll have to comply with."

"We understand. Whatever conditions need to go in, they'll be in a contract covering all the details."

"It might take a couple of days for me to talk to everyone, so don't expect a phone call back for at least that long."

"Thanks, Mr. Johnson."

After the kids were back from school, we had a family gathering at the supper table after supper.

"I got a phone call from the producers of Sixty Minutes. They'd like to do an interview with Tommy and Belinda at the shelter. I'm inclined to say yes, provided the shelter agrees, but your mothers have a say. I'm not the only one with veto power here. We have the right to impose restrictions for the show, so for instance, any of the slaves who didn't want to be interviewed on camera wouldn't have to appear. Those that would be on, might not want their faces shown, so they'd be behind a screen or have their faces blurred like they did for your movie.

"They may not want the security arrangements shown at the shelter, or there may be reasons having to do with mental health and healing, the slaves shouldn't be in it. I'll check with Beth on that. Whatever we do, I want us all to be in agreement on it. First of all, do Bobbi and Sonia want Belinda and Tommy on national TV, and what does Ann think of her grandson being on there? Chime in if you have an opinion. Let's start with you, Tommy. What do you want to do?"

"Well, the whole reason Belinda and I wanted to make the movie was to bring slavery to everyone's attention. The fact our movie has been shown on PBS all over the country was great, but Sixty Minutes would spread the message even wider. I'd like to do it."

"Belinda, what do you want to do? You don't have to do it with Tommy if you don't want to."

"No, I'm with Tommy on this. I think we should do it."

"Bobbi, Sonia, what do you think?" I asked.

"If our kids show up on national TV, could they be in any danger from that?" Bobbi asked.

"Maybe, but not likely. Instead of just local perverts and pedophiles knowing who they are, they would be exposed to more of them. There are risks to that, but they're already pretty sharp and alert. Tommy knew we were being followed when we went to the ice cream parlor, almost as soon as I did. They both knew there was someone following their bus and let us know. They know what to do if trouble finds them. It's not without some risk, but I don't think it's substantially more."

"Then I'm inclined to let them do it. What do you think, Sonia?"

"I think I'm so proud of my kids for what they've done. They should be applauded for their efforts. Consider me in."

"Ann, Benson, what are your thoughts on the matter?"

Benson deferred to Ann. "I think it would be great," Ann said. "It's exposing a problem to a wider audience, and the fact that it's two eight-year-olds doing it says a lot about them and the way they were raised."

"Hoán, you were targeted as a possible slave. Do you have an opinion?"

"Are you asking me if I want to be in it?"

"No, only that you might have an opinion on whether the kids and various other people should be in it. If you had been enslaved, would you want people to know?"

"I didn't even want people to know my profession. I'm not sure I'd want anyone knowing if I'd been a slave."

"True, but one is totally involuntary on your part, while your profession was at least partially voluntary, so more embarrassing to you for that reason. I'm not sure if anyone blames the slave for being a slave."

"I suppose you're right, but rape victims never volunteered to be rape victims, yet the public always seems to lay partial blame on them, whether it's the way they dressed or their conduct. My parents always blamed me for getting pregnant. They said it was because I was a slut. I don't think you're ever free of the stigma."

"You're right, which is why a slave would have to volunteer to be on the show and whether or not to have their identity known."

"As long as it's all voluntary, I don't see a major problem. It does point to an international problem."

"That does bring up another issue," Sonia said. "If they're interviewing Tommy on TV, it's possible, even probable, that my former profession comes out. How does everyone feel about that? Tommy, what if I'm exposed as a former hooker? How would you feel about that?"

"How do you feel about it, Mom? Do you think it would make me feel any differently about you if kids at school knew?"

"I don't know. Would it? And we also have an unconventional lifestyle. Rooster is essentially married to two women. That's going to come out if they interview the kids. Do we care?"

"Since we have some control over what gets talked about, we could make that topic off-limits," I said. "That shouldn't be the focus of the story."

"If they're interviewing the kids, they'll want to know how they became so socially aware," Sonia replied. "That means delving a little into their background. I guess I don't really care that much for my sake. The people that matter to me already know and don't care, but I also don't want Tommy and Belinda receiving crap at school because of what we did and how we live. It's nobody's business but our own. You know how much garbage you got at high school. I don't want that happening to our kids. If we can keep that out of the message, I still have no objection."

"I agree with Sonia," Bobbi said. "I'm not even dismayed about our lifestyle choice, but I think it could cause problems for the kids if we broadcast it. They have to leave that out of the discussion."

"I can agree to all of your objections," I said. "If they can't frame the narrative without leaving that out of the broadcast, we're not interested, and I think we should have some editorial control."

"Agreed," all of them replied.

"I see two other topics arising out of this. The kids are going to get a lot of publicity out of this. I don't want to see a lot of swelled heads. You're still kids and I expect you to behave as though you're still kids, not rockstars. Don't let your fifteen minutes of fame go to your head. I don't want you changing because you're famous. Allow yourself to be a kid, and not a movie star.

"Second, as much as it was your idea, Janine helped craft the final product. She's as much or more responsible as you are, and given her career, this could be good for her. I want you two to give her credit, perhaps even be interviewed along with you. You didn't do it alone, and we all owe credit to other people that made things work out along the way. Make sure they know you recognize their efforts on your behalf."

"Like you helping to free the slaves, we got to interview," Tommy said.

"And the Greenbriars who set up the shelter," Belinda said.

"Exactly. I don't want credit. I'd like to remain a little anonymous in all of this, but I think the Greenbriars deserve some publicity, but they probably don't want it known how much they're leading the fight against human trafficking, because it puts a target on their back. But all of the things they do at the shelter should be known. We'll let them tell us how much they want credit. We need to have their approval to have it at the shelter anyway."

"When are you going to talk to them?" Tommy asked.

"I'll probably see them tomorrow in person. Is there anything you want me to tell them when I see them?"

Belinda replied. "Just bring some more coloring books, crayons, and toys for the kids. They can always use more."

I laughed. "You got it."

******

We were getting ready for bed.

"Daddy, I think I need to be punished," Sonia said in her little girl voice.

"Oh, really. What did you do this time?" I laughed.

"Well, I used to be a whore, and then I married this nice fellow, but let him marry some other bitch at the same time, and all of this means we have to be careful of what gets exposed when our kids get interviewed by freaking Sixty Minutes. I think that deserves a punishment."

"Really? What do you think, Bobbi?"

"Well, I think the whore should be careful about who she calls a bitch," Bobbi laughed, "but give the whore what she wants."

"Since she did call you a bitch, would you like to get in on the spanking, swat that delectable ass yourself?"

"Sure, but you know what the best punishment would be? Deprive her of your big, hard cock when you're done spanking her, which is really what she really wants. I think you should give that dick to me and let her suffer."

"You really are a bitch," Sonia said, laughing. "That was uncalled for. I need that dick."

"As if I don't?"

"You can have some dick too, just let me have it first, after the spanking, when I'll need it the most."

I had to laugh at the two of them. This was certainly a lot of fun. I had Sonia stand up, bend over, and brace herself against the bed, and Bobbi and I took turns spanking that perfect ass until it had a nice, rosy-chocolate color. Then I plunged my cock into her wet pussy and fucked her to her first orgasm. (Around two minutes, she was so primed.)

Then Bobbi got beside her, and I plunged into her wetness. (Not quite as primed as it took all of five minutes for her to cum.) Then immediately went back to Sonia. I could keep that up, alternating between the two of them for around twenty minutes, and four orgasms for Bobbi, and five for Sonia, before my own orgasm released in Sonia. Then Bobbi lay down on the bed face up and let Sonia ride her face to clean her up, while I cleaned Bobbi's pussy. It was the easier job of the two. Then the two ladies cleaned my cock enough to get another erection, but this one I gave all to Bobbi because Sonia did call Bobbi a bitch, and it was the greater punishment. Bobbi rode my cock reverse cowgirl while Sonia licked her pussy and my balls.

I cleaned that pussy up myself, while Bobbi got me clean, and then I licked Sonia to several orgasms to make up for the lack of dick in the last fuck. I wasn't foolish. I had to keep my main bitch happy. As far as I could tell, she was.

******

I stopped by the shelter the next day and talked to Beth and Edgar.

"Sixty Minutes wants to do an interview with my kids at the shelter. I'm seeking guidance from you about it."

"About what, exactly?" Beth asked.

"Well, first, that it's at the shelter. I don't want to give up any security details you use to keep everyone safe. Second, whether you think any of the freed slaves should appear in it, and if they do, what should they or should they not be asked? Will it harm their recovery process if they do? I think it should only be ones who want to volunteer any information, and not just anyone who's here. Some might be in a more fragile state than others are. I can't make that determination. Are there some people or topics we should definitely put off limits to the news people?

"How much publicity do you, the Greenbriars, want? I'm guessing you don't want it broadcast how much you're still going after human traffickers, but perhaps some of what you do here at the shelter and how much volunteers and donations can help your efforts, would be appreciated. You tell me what people and topics to make off limits, and I'll make sure it doesn't appear in their broadcast. I've got some of our own shit we don't want publicized for the sake of the children, and I'll make sure that doesn't get in there either. Tell me what you want or need, and I'll make sure it does or doesn't get aired."

Beth said, "We'll talk it over and get back to you, but for now, assume you can do the broadcast here with some restrictions. We'll be able to tell you what to keep off the table in five or six days' time. I'll talk to some of the slaves in their groups and get a flavor for whether or not any of them are willing to appear."

"That's doable. How's Drew doing?"

"Much better. Would you like to see her?" Beth asked.

"Please."

"Come with me," Edgar said. "She's in the gym."

I followed him to the gym and Drew was on a treadmill, wearing a pack on her back, which from the straps biting into her shoulders, looked to be twenty or thirty pounds, and she seemed to be running around an eight-minute mile from the pace she was setting, a steady half trot, half run. Sahar was standing beside her, barking at her. They were facing away from me.

"Faster, bitch. If you want to do what I do, you need to pick up the fucking pace. Anyone can run that fast. You need to be stronger and faster than ninety percent of the people you ever meet. You can't get along on your fucking looks anymore. Nobody gives a shit what you look like except another slaver. Run, damn you."

"Can we interrupt?" I asked Edgar.

"Sure." He whistled loudly, and Sahar turned to look and saw me. She turned off the treadmill, after which Drew turned to look as well. She was breathing hard, sweating profusely, and she smiled when she saw me.

"Hey, Rooster. Good to see you," she said, beaming.

"Good to see you with a smile on your face, especially considering your workout. How heavy is your pack?"

"This one's twenty-five pounds."

"How are you?"

"Much better, thanks. I'm finally pulling my shit together."

"You're looking fitter than the last time I saw you."

"Sahar works me like a dog. I'm not surprised. Want to try to take me on the mat?"

"I'm not dressed for fun and games." I looked at Sahar. "Is she good enough to try me now?"

"No. You'll clean her clock, but she doesn't get better if she fights below her weight. She needs to fight the ones who can clean her clock. You want to try her on Hogan's Alley? She might have a shot of beating you there."

"Really?"

"She's working her ass off. She reminds me of me. Determined as hell to get better. She needs to practice shooting when she's winded, so now's a good time to do it."

"Let's give it a shot then."

We walked over to a Hogan's Alley, and Sahar set it up for a competition. We'd both get the same targets, but on different screens. We both got the equivalent of a Smith & Wesson, M&P 9. Drew dropped her pack.

"Walk the scenario. Don't hold in place," Sahar said. "Go."

We both stepped out from behind our barrier and started. Drew was doing surprisingly well. Better than I expected. She lasted for eight minutes and fifteen bad guys. I lasted for nine and nineteen. I felt like I should have done better. Maybe I needed to practice more.

"How well do you do?" I asked Sahar.

"I get through this one, no sweat," she said. "This one's for pussies."

"How about you?" I asked Edgar.

"I don't feel it's for pussies, and I get through around twelve minutes and twenty-eight enemies, but I get more practice than you. Just walking up and doing it, you did well."

Sahar's expression looked smug. "You come back in a week, and Drew will take you," she said.

"I think I need one of these for my workout room," I said. "I'd like to start training Bobbi, Sonia, and the older kids on something like this, and apparently, myself. I don't want to be a pussy." Sahar laughed.

"I can get you one at cost," Edgar said. "Be here in about two or three weeks. Berserker can show you how to work it."

"Won't you be here?"

"I don't know how much longer. Maya is close to ready to take over soon. We need to get back to the Big Apple."

"Will Drew be going to New York with you?"

"Nah, she needs to stay here with her support system," Sahar said. "I'm just the drill instructor. She'll be ready to self-motivate before I leave. Make sure you come every so often and give her a good workout."

"Okay."

"Back on the treadmill, slug. You've got another four miles to go."

"Aye, aye, bitch."

"That's the spirit. Add another five pounds to your pack and move your lazy ass."

Drew added another five pounds and got back on the treadmill. No sign of wanting to end her own life again.

I said my goodbyes and went home, pretty happy considering.

******

I called the Sixty Minute producers after I got home.

"For now, I'd say we're agreeable to doing the interview. The shelter doesn't want to give away any security secrets, and the mental health professionals have some concerns about the type of things you'll ask some of the recently freed and still raw former slaves. They'll look into who might want to volunteer about opening up, and give me some dos and don'ts in five or six days, along with the list of volunteers. That's on their end."

"We can work with that."

"For me and my family, I have two hard and fast rules to help protect the children from teasing and bullying at school. I was bullied at school and know how devastating that is to kids. Number one, I'll freely admit to you that my wife used to be a hooker, and in fact, part of the reason the shelter opened was to help streetwalkers who were being abused, and apparently, who were being set up to take as slaves. Everyone who needs to know that knows, including all of the children, but we don't want that fact affecting the kids at school, so nothing about her prior history goes in the broadcast.

"Two, and for the same reason, we have an unusual family situation. I'm essentially living with Tommy's and Belinda's mothers in a three-headed marriage. I could only marry Tommy's mother, but I gave Belinda's mother the same protections of a marriage contractually. This is not a secret to anyone in our household, or to all of our extended families. I adopted all three children so they're all mine as much as anyone's. Their fathers were deceased, so there was nothing messy about adopting them. The whole world doesn't need to know that situation either, and cause the children to be subject to ridicule and condemnation by their peers.

"Now I know that you'll want to probe into the children's backgrounds and the root of their social awareness, and generally, that's fine, as long as those two topics are not subject to public questions. I don't even mind them being asked about it in private, but I want it spelled out in a contract, and I will sue your socks off if those conditions are violated in the broadcast. You're going to be putting my children on a stage for the world to see, and we don't care as long as that stage doesn't harm them. It will, if those two details get out. To that end, I want to see your finished product before you broadcast to ensure my restrictions don't get past any editing. Those are my conditions for approval. Are you willing to live with those restrictions?"

"We can live with that. May I ask how your marital situation came about?"

"You can. I'm not ashamed of it, but it's a long story. How much time do you have?"

"Not that much at present, but perhaps we can discuss it when we're there for filming?"

"Not a problem. I'm sure we'll have a lot of details to work out beforehand. We'll have plenty of time to discuss it then."

"We'll have a contract drafted for you and your lawyers to look over."

"Then we have a deal."

******

I informed my family that pending contractual approval, Tommy and Belinda would be on Sixty Minutes, and we could proceed when the shelter provided their rules. I said they could ask the kids about their living situation in private, but nothing for public consumption.

"What do you want us to say if they ask us anything?" Belinda said.

"The truth, as you understand it. They can't put anything in the broadcast we don't want, but you can answer anything truthfully, including your feelings. I hope I know what those already are, or I'm not doing my job properly, but if you have a problem, you should be talking to us about it. I think they're interested in our living situation, and they may discuss it with us at some point, but it's nothing for the broadcast.

"Also on today's agenda, while I was at the shelter today, I saw Drew Hampton and she seems to be doing much better. I don't think we have to worry about her anymore. Also, I'm going to get one of the Greenbriar's Hogan's Alley shooting training units for the exercise room. I definitely want Bobbi and Sonia to start shooting with me, and I invite the rest of you to do the same, including you, Hoán. I'm going to start teaching Belinda and Tommy gun safety, and basic principles of shooting. We do have guns here, and I don't want them accidentally shooting themselves, friends, or anyone else who shouldn't be shot. We should have it no later than a month from now."

"Are they old enough?" Sonia asked.

"You're never too young for gun safety. I certainly wouldn't give them a firearm, but they should know how to handle one safely. I try to keep my weapons locked up, but better safe than sorry. Once Jeremy starts school, I'll start with him. As many school shootings as there are these days, I hope to teach him enough to keep him safe."

"How old were you when you learned gun safety?" Bobbi asked.

"My Uncle Paul, the Highway Patrolman, took me out when I was around seven. It was before my dad died, but Paul had more experience with guns."

"Will we ever fire a real gun?" Tommy asked.

"Once you've proven to me you're safe and responsible enough, yes."

"Okay."

"This discussion brings up another point. How is everyone doing? We've had a lot of turmoil and big changes in our lives in the last six months. Is everyone doing okay? Is there anything more anyone thinks I should be doing that I'm not? Is everyone happy? Feel free to speak up."

Everyone said they were doing good, had no significant problems, and the meeting broke up for supper, homework, and games.

I was cuddled on the bed after some great sex, before we went to sleep.

"Speaking for myself alone," Sonia said, "I think I need a spanking at least once a week for the good order and discipline of the house."

"You just want to have sex. Why don't you just say that?" Bobbi laughed.

"It's more than fucking. I get good sex daily, just about. We just had great sex. No, this shows me my man cares enough about me to keep me from getting squirrelly and keep me on my toes. It's a reminder, shall we say, to be a better person, and an apology that I wasn't always the best person when I was younger. I should have stuck up for the Bobby's of my class. I was self-centered, especially when measured against our two wonderful children, who care about others much more than I did at the same age."

"Most kids are self-centered," Bobby said. "You were no different than eighty percent of kids. Granted, ours are special. More special than I ever expected."

"Do you see it as more than foreplay, Sonia?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. Even if I didn't get fucked afterward, I feel a sense of contentment, as if it's something I need. Maybe it is psychological. I was a bad girl for a lot of years being a whore. I don't really know, but I know I like it and want it regularly."

"We can certainly do it more often if you want, but I'd like to test if it is related to your sexual needs."

"How?"

"By not giving you sex when you have a spanking; divorcing the sex from the spanking, to see if you're not having a Pavlovian response and equating the two."

"That's fine. Do that. In the meantime, do you think you can get it up again?"

"Maybe if I watched you two pleasure each other."

"Come on, Bobbi. Let's give him a show. Top or bottom?"

"Top."

Bobbi climbed up top. Before Sonia started licking, she said to Rooster, "Feel free to jump in whenever donkey dong is back."

To me, there is nothing so exquisite, so erotic, as a woman cumming. The sounds, the smells, as much or more than the view. Watching two of them cum was more than double the pleasure, as if it was an exponential increase, and not additive. The fact that they were black and white was exotic, stimulating, the confluence of light and dark. Pink tongues delving between the folds buried between the thighs of two stunning women, put the lead back in my pencil long before I joined them, as I was delighted to just watch and enjoy.

When it was time, and they'd thoroughly enjoyed each other, I slowly entered Bobbi.

"Fuck!" She screamed. "God, that feels good. Your cock is amazing."

I entered slowly because I wanted to, not because I needed to. Bobbi was plenty wet and primed for my cock. Sonia's tongue and mouth drifted from Bobbi's pussy to my balls and I could feel her licking and nibbling on my sack as I fucked our lover.

"Come in her," Sonia gasped. "Forget about me, fuck our lover."

Not my lover; our lover, our partner, our love. I'd been ready to have them flip over and fuck the other one, but with Sonia's words, I stayed where I was, thrusting into Bobbi's hungry pussy, making her cum over and over again. Sonia's mouth constantly moving from one of us to the other. Finally, I couldn't take any more and sped up until I left a messy deposit, one which Sonia was happy to clean up while Bobbi cleaned off my cock.

I held and kissed them both when they were done, ignoring their messy faces, so content I thought my heart might burst.

******

It took about a month before we got the details nailed down for the Sixty Minutes visit. By the time that arrived, Maya was in charge of the shelter, except for the psych stuff. Someone else was taking that over, Sharon, originally from Florida, who'd been with Beth almost since she started her own practice, but who wanted out of New York, enjoying a slower pace of living. If she hadn't been here for the worst of the winter, I would have wondered if a Florida girl could handle a Minnesota winter. Beth, Sahar, Edgar, and a lot of the former security staff had left as new folks got hired and trained.

Alex was in charge of security, and Preacher was working for him. A couple of the NY guys also stayed for one reason or another, including Shedrick, but most of the security were new, hired after an extensive vetting process to make sure they were safe to have around the ex-slaves. Most of them were ex-military, a few were former law enforcement.

Sandy had moved in with Alex and Maya, and they had their own throuple going, although not yet as well defined and delineated as mine was. Without her having kids yet, Sandy didn't see the need for it. Drew liked having two former classmates working at the shelter, and Sandy and Maya were a large part of her support structure. Additionally, a lot of her other former classmates who lived and worked locally were now volunteering in some capacity or another at least once a week.

Including me. Once a week, I'd go and hit the mat with Drew, training her and other ex-slaves, including Xiu. Drew was getting harder and harder to fight with, stronger, faster, and increasingly dangerous. When Sharon felt it was safe, Drew was put on the payroll as security, although she still had to attend groups three times a week. The only reason I was still competitive with her in firearms was the new Hogan's Alley in my gym.

I'd gotten practice weapons similar to what I kept in the house, so everyone could be familiar with the firearm without shooting live rounds. I worked with Sonia, Bobbi, and Hoán as part of our exercise routine, Hoán joining us now in doing everything. Ann and Benson did it when they felt like it, and I made sure the kids knew how to handle a gun, be safe with it, and hit a target smaller than the broadside of a barn if they had to. Jeremy and Quý were still a little too young.

Bobbi's and Sonia's baby bumps were more pronounced now. It hadn't slowed up sex any, except it was a little harder for them to sixty-nine with each other, both having the bump, but only with each other. I could still do it with both of them. They tended to do it sideways so they didn't put pressure on the babies.

Two days before Sixty Minutes was going to start their shooting at the shelter, a Thursday night since the kids were still in school, we met for a get-together. Meeting with us was the producer, one Trevor Maddox, the fellow who'd originally called me about doing the show. With him was the director for the broadcast, Sheila Shaughnesy, and the host for this segment, Ariana Levy.

"Come in," I said, "welcome to our home. I'm Robert, although almost everyone calls me Rooster. If you follow me, I'll introduce you to the rest of the household."

"You're a big fellow," Sheila observed.

"I used to be a skinny nerd who got teased all the time in high school, which is why I know how damaging it is to children who are picked on at school. Part of it was a growth spurt I was going through at the time, and it wasn't until I got in the army that I could put some meat on. I still work out religiously now, as do most of the family. It's turned out to be helpful the last few months to stay in shape."

I led them into the party room which was set up with some snacks, drinks, and several chairs.

"This is my wife, Sonia, and I guess you could call Bobbi a co-wife. We certainly feel she is. This is Sonia's mother, Ann, her husband and our primary cook, Benson, Sonia's son, Tommy, one of your co-stars for the segment, Bobbi's daughter, Belinda, the other co-star, and son, Jeremy, and my friend and housekeeper, Hoán, with her son, Quý. They all live here.

"The other person here is Janine Thomas. She is the one who showed the two kids how to shoot and edit movies, and showed them how to put it together. She works for my company as a graphic artist, designer, and commercial specialist. As you could tell from the movie the kids put together, she's very talented. The two younger children have to go to bed, and I'm going to have Hoán take them and get them ready. If you should have questions for her, I'm sure she can answer later." They left, and I introduced my family to Trevor, Sheila, and Ariana. "Go ahead, what do you want to know? This is where we answer the questions that can't go in the show."

"Well, sort of an explanation for the tease you gave us when we got the go-ahead," Trevor said. He looked at Tommy and Belinda, wondering what, if anything, they knew.

"Before we get started, can I get you all something to drink?"

I got Trevor a bourbon, Sheila a diet soda, and Arian sparkling water, then sat down between Sonia and Bobbi. I began.

"It starts in high school in a small town west of the Cities, called Waverly. You might remember Hubert Humphrey lived there."

"I remember," Trevor said. "I covered his presidential campaign back in the late sixties as a junior reporter for my school newspaper."

"My father died when I was ten, so I was raised by a single mother and an older sister, so I understood more than most what growing up in a single-parent household is like. In high school, I was a skinny nerd, smart, but awkward and not a member of any of the 'in' cliques.

"Ann and her husband had adopted two black kids and a mentally disabled one, which my family always admired them for. My mother made sure I knew how exceptional that is. The son, Jared, was a basketball star and homecoming king, and Sonia was a cheerleader, and the eventual homecoming queen, one year behind me. I worshipped the ground she walked on, but she was a superstar, and I wasn't. I was largely ignored, if not made fun of. I graduated and joined the Army. Sonia married the high school quarterback who got a scholarship to the U of M. She had a baby with him, Tommy. Unfortunately, he was a drunk, lost his scholarship, and drank himself to death, pretty much leaving her on her own." Sonia was nodding along in confirmation.

"Sonia pretty much disappeared soon after high school, along with her family. I tried finding her before I left the service and even after I left, but found no sign of her. All my mother could tell me was that her father died and her mother left town. She didn't even know about the quarterback husband.

"Her parents were able to help Sonia somewhat with Tommy, after she had him, but her father died without much insurance or savings, and Jared was destroyed by his death. He did some drugs and hung out with a pretty useless crowd and mouthed off to the wrong police officer on a bad day. Without her husband and son, Ann needed financial help almost as much as Sonia did. Sonia was working as a waitress, pretty much at the bottom of the financial scale, while Ann took care of Tommy. One day, a date offered her money for a blow job. She took it, and her career as a hooker started."

"Did Tommy know his mom was a hooker?" Sheila asked, glancing at him, understanding now that he knew.

"Not then," Tommy said. "I didn't really know what she did except she was gone most nights. I learned later. Fortunately, Rooster had sort of prepared me for the prospect I might find out, and it wasn't as bad as it could have been. I can't say I'm proud she had to turn tricks to support me, but I understand why. He said she'd been doing her best to give me a good future, in the only real way she had to make decent money. He said that sometimes, people do things they don't want to do, in order to take care of the people they loved, and that it's best to forget the past, and worry about the future, as she didn't do that anymore."

"Did you like being a hooker?" Ariana asked.

"No. I hated it. I dreaded the day Tommy or my old high school friends would find out. It's why I'd disappeared, and no one knew where I was. I was so ashamed. Then one day, I'm out on my street corner selling my wares, when this handsome guy pulls up. I didn't even recognize Rooster. That's how much he changed from high school."

"Why does everyone call you Rooster?" Trevor asked.

"It was my army call sign, similar enough to my real name, Robert. My family and friends mostly called me Bobby, but especially after meeting Bobbi, that name would have been too confusing. My mom and sister still call me Bobby sometimes, but most everyone else doesn't."

"So you hired her as a hooker first?" Ariana asked.

"Well, I suspected it was Sonia, my high school crush, but she went by Star on the streets, and life had been harder for her. Sonia had this million-watt smile that Star didn't have. If it was Sonia, I needed to know if she liked being a hooker, and if she was anyone I'd even want to marry. We didn't have sex until I XS sure who she was. I actually hired her for a month, exclusive, to get the answers that I needed. I also needed to find out about her son and if I could be a father to him, so I never told her who I was to start. She didn't find out until after we'd been together for a couple of weeks, including one with Tommy on a camping trip. In fact, I told Tommy before I told Sonia. Apparently, I did enough to convince her that I was the man for her before the month was up. She agreed to marry me."

"How does Bobbi enter into this picture?" Trevor asked.

"I'm sort of Tommy's and Belinda's fault," Bobbi said. "I'd lost my army husband about a year before we met. I knew of Sonia as we lived in the same apartment complex, but not more than to say hi to. Tommy and Belinda played together though, along with some other kids. One time Rooster was playing football with the kids and talking to them, and Belinda told him how much she missed her dad. Rooster arranged for me to get some additional money for a better Christmas for them. He told me to call him if I needed anything.

"Tommy must have known or heard Belinda talking about it. Anyway, when Tommy did particularly well at school, Rooster offered to take Tommy to Valley Fair, an amusement park here in town. Rooster said he could bring two friends, and Tommy was going to take Belinda and Jeremy, but my folks had Jeremy, so Tommy asked me to come instead, knowing I didn't have the time or the money to do much with my kids. The friendship just blossomed from there."

"How did it turn sexual?" Ariana asked.

"That's my fault," Sonia said. "Bobbi hadn't had any dates or sex since her husband died, and I was thinking it was time to put herself out there. But before she did, I thought she should have sex with Rooster first, kind of get her used to sex again. He would treat her right and wouldn't harm her or toy with her. Rooster wouldn't have sex with her unless I was there and Bobbi was willing to have sex with me too. I'd had sex with women in my profession, but Bobbi hadn't, but she was curious enough to try. So we all had sex together, liked it a lot, and when the topic of marriage came up, I said we should all be together, and that way, Belinda and Jeremy would have a dad again."

"Is your marriage open?" Sheila asked.

"Only among the three of us," I said. "We have no desire or need for other partners."

"How is it working out?" Trevor asked.

"Very well so far," Sonia said. "Rooster treats us the same, and our kids the same. He's got so much love inside of him and balances our needs and his responsibilities so well. We both feel safe, protected, and loved. Bobbi and I get along well, find sharing our man to be fun and rewarding. If you can't tell by looking at him, Rooster is just what his name implies, a stud, and he ensures we're happy, sexually and emotionally. Honestly, I wouldn't mind shouting our relationship from the rooftops, but I know it wouldn't be accepted by everyone, and kids can be so cruel to each other."

"How do you kids feel about your parents' relationship?" Trevor followed up.

"I think it's great," Belinda said. "Mom is happier than she's ever been, and Sonia is a super second mom. We all get along and Dad has the time and money to take good care of all of us. Really, it's like one big happy family around here. He's helped a lot of other people as well. We had some other people staying at our house at Christmas because Dad didn't feel it was safe for them to be at home, and he didn't want their kids having Christmas at some hotel. That's the kind of person he is."

"How about you, Tommy?"

"I didn't know my birth father because he was dead before I could remember him. But I firmly believe that if all fathers were like my Dad, the world would be a much better place. While guiding and counseling us, he still treats us as if we mattered and weren't just kids. He gives us pep talks every day about being the best person we can be. It's no accident why we made the movie we made. Dad is an example of how you should treat other people, no matter who they are, what color they are, what religion they practice, or what their past profession was. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life, and I wouldn't trade places with anyone else in the world. I know it probably wouldn't work for everyone, but for us, it works great."

"I understand you got involved with some bad stuff around Christmas time," Trevor said to me.

"It certainly wasn't with intent," I said. "I had a bunch of army friends that I invited to share Christmas with us, and Sonia knew of several other ladies who might want out of her profession, so we invited a bunch of them here to see if lightning could strike more than once. A part of it had to do with the fellow who was the pimp for most of the ladies who frequented Lake Street. It turned out the guy was my brother-in-law. My sister thought he was a traveling medical devices salesman. He was pissed off at me, Sonia, and my sister because Sonia outed him and I supported my sister breaking up with him. His anger and fear he might lose a large chunk of his business had him sending some goons to our house on Christmas Eve to drag the ladies back on the streets. That didn't go over well with my buddies, and they all got arrested."

"Then, one of the girls got beat to hell, and a Delta Force brother caught the bastard doing it and killed him. After that, it was pretty open warfare, and we needed to get the women off the streets, which is when Joshua Greenbriar and company got involved. They needed a place to stay and how to learn a new trade, and they had the expertise to help. It turned out that some of the hookers were actually slaves, and the pimp was grooming others to be trafficked.

"To make up greater numbers to open a shelter here and not ship them elsewhere, we started checking some of the local massage parlors for prostitutes, and found more slaves, and some children, which is when it got nasty and all the headlines happened. We can't tell you how we managed to free some of the women because they intend to use the same methods to start finding slaves everywhere where the traffickers operate. We don't want to give the secret away so the traffickers don't start altering their mode of operation.

"Personally, I don't want the publicity, so as far as I'm concerned, don't put any of that in your broadcast. It's been beaten to death locally anyway, and from what I can tell, gotten some national exposure. Concentrate your story on my kids, and even more, the slaves they're trying to help. I know all of the shelters can use money and volunteers offering time, and trafficking humans is still a huge multinational business, as big or bigger than drug trafficking. Concentrate on the important story, and not the side stuff."

"Will do," Trevor said, "although I've got to say, you have an interesting story."

"It may be interesting, but it's prurient, and geared towards our basest nature, not the one we should be fostering. You know the wolf story, don't you?"

"What story is that?" Ariana asked.

"You have a good wolf and a bad wolf inside of you, and which one comes out depends on the one you feed. Feed the good wolf. What time do you want to start shooting at the shelter on Saturday?"

"Nine a. m.?" Sheila inquired. "Is that too early?"

"Not for us. Do you want us right at nine, or earlier for make-up and mikes?"

"Nine is fine," Sheila said, smiling.

"You got the list of the people you can speak to and what topics to stay off of, right?"

"We got it."

"If you stick with those topics, we shouldn't have any issues. I expect to see the broadcast before you air it. I may want to tweak a couple of things, so be judicious about what you put in there, so it requires fewer tweaks."

"Understood," Trevor replied.

"Anything else?" I asked.

"No. That should be it. The rest can be dealt with on Saturday."

"We'll see you then."

I escorted them out, then returned.

"I certainly hope this comes out the way we want," I said. "Kids, it's time for bed. Give me hugs and kisses and we'll see you tomorrow. Janine, thanks for coming. We'll see you on Saturday."

"Was the stuff that happened at Christmas related to the two engineers who had problems?" Janine asked.

"Partly. It's all interconnected."

"You're a man of many secrets, Mr. Johnson."

"Call me Rooster, and I'm perfectly fine with having secrets."

"I think the story of how you met Sonia and Bobbi was intriguing too."

"Intriguing doesn't mean the rest of the world needs to know about it."

She laughed. "I understand. See you Saturday."

******