My Fair Ladies

My Fair Ladies

An e-Book by:

Douglas Kapin

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Science Fiction at its best

Copyright © 2010 by Douglas Kapin

Email: OneOfTheChildren@Hotmail.com

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This story is a work of Fiction, Science Fiction. It’s all made up. That means that these aren’t real people or real places, or real events. I really made it all up. This is Science Fiction, not Fantasy, or nightmares. Once upon a time, in an imaginary time, in an imaginary place, and most of all an imaginary society, the ‘Children’ emerged with John. Enjoy then this story about John and his ‘Children’.

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Dedication:

To ‘The Dreamers.’

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Thanks:

I am really blessed; I have many really good friends. The foremost of my friends is my wife of now thirty years, Linda. She put up with the long nights of my writing my first book, and she’s never read it, probably never will. (It’s really awful) When I started this book, I took the first few pages to her and she loved it. She’s put up with my jabber about the various aspects of the story. My Cat, Gumball (Then ten, She’s gone now) has taken her usual place on the table beside my keyboard and settled down for her nap. Even after the long hours on this book, they still love me.

My friends have been busy reading and bleeding all over my manuscripts. If it weren’t for my computer and Microsoft’s wonderful Windows ’95 and ‘Word’ program and spell checker, this would have taken years to write. I would have given up around page ten. I use Windows 7 and Word 2010 now

So then I give my special thanks to:

My wife Linda for her faith in me

My cat Gumball for her patience and companionship

My friends and family (Too many to mention)

Microsoft Corp.

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Foreword:

This story could have taken place anywhere, any time. But it actually took place in 1996 in the Mojave Desert, California. No one, least of all John, could have predicted the turn of events that would lead him on such an amazing adventure, to eventually end up in eternity.

There are many who spend years of their lives analyzing the older TV Series like. Star Trek, The prisoner, Doctor Who?, and many, many others. They would have you believe that the author hid many secrets and that there are many underlying and valuable truths hidden within. A deep and exhaustive analysis of this book would be a total waste of time.

"The Children’ are a wonderful association where love, trust, respect, and loyalty are values worth their weight in gold. Where selfishness, greed, rudeness, and lying are put away voluntarily. Where the rights of others outweigh our personal rights. Where social standing, occupation, race, sex, and age have no bearing. Where all have the same rights, the same worth. With eternity in view, aren’t we all really children? . . . . I am!

Please enjoy then, my offering to the Magical World of Science Fiction.

The Author:

Douglas Kapin - ‘One of the Children’

The bracketed notation as in {All those who didn’t make it.} denote mental communications (ESP), not verbal.

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My Fair Ladies

Table of Contents:

Dedication:

Thanks:

Foreword:

Chapter 1: - The Beginning?

Chapter 2: - A New Foster Home:

Chapter 3: - Flee for Your Life!

Chapter 4: - Whew:

Chapter 5: - A New Beginning:

Chapter 6: - The Hospital:

Chapter 7: - A Barbecue:

Chapter 8: - Let’s play with their Computers:

Chapter 9: - Computers for us:

Chapter 10: - A Finishing School?

Chapter 11: - Bombs? Where?

Chapter 12: - Married at last:

Chapter 13: - A Kickoff Party:

Chapter 14: - Recruiters – Again!

Chapter 15: - In a Hurry:

Chapter 16: - Ready-Set:

Chapter 17: - Our Island:

About the Author:

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Chapter 1: - The Beginning? - (Go to Top)

Crimany! This is ridiculous. This is something you might expect in a ‘B’ mystery movie, or one of those old Sci-Fi movies. I’m forty years old, and this is the ninety’s, almost the year two thousand.

Well that may be, but I’m still sitting here stark naked in this chair. They’ve got me all lit up and it’s dark all around me. The lighted circle of floor under me looks like polished marble but it’s not cold like marble would be. I feel like one of those old spy movies, where the interrogator sits in the dark and fires questions at the pour guy sitting under the lights.

I’ve been sitting here now for what seems like two hours, give or take a little. I haven’t heard a sound except the noises I make, not a cough, no breathing, nothing.

There we were walking up this canyon in the Mojave Desert, swinging my gold finder, trying to make a few extra bucks, and the next thing I know, I’m sitting here in this chair. I’ve got no idea how long I’ve been unconscious or where Carol is for that matter. Obviously I’ve been unconscious, since I was dressed, and now I’m naked as a j-bird, and I don’t remember any of it.

I don’t hurt anyplace; I’m not even uncomfortable, except that I’m naked. That in itself doesn’t bother me that much. Our family always has gone around nearly naked as long as I can remember. Even after I got married, we didn’t wear clothes around the house most of the time.

It’s been two years now since I lost Linda and our two kids. They went to the store, but they never arrived. We found the car buried in a creek-bed, after a flash flood. All three of them drowned. Carol is still with me, and she’s a real comfort to me.

I make it a habit to go by the cemetery and then out to the creek every so often. Just goes to show you how quick things can change. I was married with a wonderful wife and two wonderful girls, and then poof, I’m single again, and all alone. Just like now, I was just walking along and then poof, I’m sittin in this chair naked.

They don’t have me tied up or anything but here I am just sitting here. I’ve got no idea where I am or which way I’d run, even if I could run, and then there’s the clothes thing. I’d feel real stupid running out in the hall and find myself in a hospital or something. I guess I’ll hang around a while and find out what’s up.

{That is a very good idea, John.}

Who’s there? What’s going on here?

{Relax; no one is going to hurt you.}

I’m not worried about you hurting me, you’ve got my mind so messed up, I’d welcome an old-fashioned beating so long as I knew who was givin it and why. I just realized that I’m hearing their words in my mind, not through my ears. I’ve written enough Science Fiction to recognize mental telepathy. It’s easy to write about, but the actuality is very disconcerting, even scary.

{All in good time, all in good time.}

The lights went out. I looked around the room, if there’s a door or window in here, there’s not even a crack of light to tell where it is.

I can feel something directing my thoughts. I can’t keep my mind on this problem; it’s like they want me to think over my past. It’s almost an irresistible pressure. It’d be a lot easier to give in to them; I guess I’m just stubborn.

{Yes John, you are that for sure. Please relax now and let us guide you back into your past. It will make it a lot easier to go forward later.}

Do I have a choice?

{Well, I guess not, not when you put it that way. You will have a choice when you begin going forward though, if that’s any consolation?}

Well, it’s something anyway. Go ahead then, I’ll try not to fight you. I sure would like to know what’s going on though, and what happened to Carol?

{Carol is ok, she is here too, but she is still asleep. We’ll bring you back together soon. Now as for where you are, and how you got here, and how long you’ve been here, that will just have to wait. Now please relax and let us guide you.}

I can feel the pressure in my mind. Now there’s a picture in my mind. It’s like watching a movie.

There’s a woman lying in a hospital bed, she’s holding a little baby to her breast.

{That is your mother and your oldest sister Marlene. Notice what your mother is doing while she’s nursing her.}

Mom is rubbing her back and playing with her little feet and she seems to be really enjoying the whole thing. Marlene is so content. I’ve seen little babies nurse before; they’re not all that content.

{Your mother is reinforcing Marlene’s comfort and love. Marlene feels her love through the nursing and through the caressing of her body. Your mother is sexually excited too, and that makes her nipples stand up and the milk flow easier. Marlene doesn’t have to work so hard to get the milk and she won’t get colic either. Most mothers do the same thing, everyone just ignores it. Even the nurses do it to relax the baby when they change their diapers and bathe them. They do the same thing to both boys and girls.}

The scene changed to the nursery. The nurse is giving Marlene her bath. Marlene is having a fit. The nurse stopped and just caressed her. She’s like petting her back and her tummy and her arms and legs. Marlene calmed right down and even smiled at her.

I watched Daddy holding Marlene too. She squirmed and fussed until mother showed him how to calm her down. He was hesitant at first but when he saw how well it worked, he just smiled. I can see that he’s excited too.

They switched to the house and I watched mom and dad washing Marlene. They are examining her little body. They counted all her toes and fingers. They checked her eyes and mouth and her cute little ears. They held her and petted her. I’ve done that; baby’s skin is like velvet.

By the time she was six months old, they started giving her rubdowns with scented olive oil twice a day after her bath. She is a very happy baby. Mom and dad seem very happy too and she is the apple of their eye. They always seem to have time to hold her and pet her.

Marlene is just over a year old now, and she’s potty trained now. I think that’s early, but she is an exceptionally alert little girl.

Mom is pregnant now with me, and Marlene has kind of been forgotten. Mom and dad still spend a lot of time together but the new baby is already pushing Marlene out of the picture. Marlene just sits and plays by herself now. They aren’t playing with her anymore. She has stopped playing with them too.

There I am in the hospital with mom and dad. They are playing with me and paying a lot of attention to me now.

There’s mom and dad with me at home; they’re checking me out like they did Marlene. Marlene is standing on a chair watching. I’m having a ball, so is Marlene. She’s standing there trying to play with me but they won’t let her touch the baby. Mostly, mom and dad are ignoring her.

Marlene plays with me during the day now. Mom is busy with a lot of housework and she lets Marlene change my diapers during the day. Mom and dad still give me my baths and rub me down with oil. Marlene just stands and watches them.

I was two when they brought Jo-Ellen home.

Marlene and I play together most of the time. Mom and dad don’t hardly talk anymore. I never got to play with mom or dad, I guess I shouldn’t say never but they are very private now. They go in the bedroom now most of the time. Marlene sits and rocks back and forth when we watch TV. Sometimes I sit with her and we just hold hands. There’s something special about holding Marlene’s hand; it makes me feel warm all over.

Mom and dad usually play with Jo-Ellen; they’re already getting tired of it.

One day when I was five, I came home from Pre-School and Marlene wasn’t home. She never came home again. There were a bunch of policemen at the house for quite a while but Marlene never came home.

Jo-Ellen and I spend a lot of time together now. She likes me to play with her.

I was seven when mom and dad left. One Friday, they packed up and went on a trip; they said they’d be home in the morning. They never came back. It was Wednesday before the school called to find out why I wasn’t in school. I told them that I couldn’t leave Jo-Ellen. They sent some people over to talk to us. They took Jo-Ellen away, and they took me to these people’s house to stay.

The people made me wear clothes all the time, even to bed. They yelled at me if I even scratched myself. I figured I better go by their rules if I want to grow up. The man beat me pretty bad a couple of times. They have two kids of their own, a boy and a girl. They’re about as much fun as playing with a rock. They’re quiet and real scared of their parents.

One day they brought home a girl my age, nine. She looks pretty bad. My foster parents have been fighting a lot lately, so when they brought her in they threw her stuff in my room. I’ve got two beds in my room and the closet will hold all of our clothes, not that we have that many clothes, mostly school clothes.

The first night, Ralph, that’s my foster father, came in our room and first he grabbed me and shook me and held me right up in front of his face. He smelled awful; he’s been drinking again, or is that still? You tell anyone about what goes on in this room and you’re dog food, you understand me?

Yes Sir, I won tell anyone, just don hurt us.

That all depends on you two.

He picked up Molly and threatened her too. She just hung there in front of him, tears runnin down her face.

He closed our door and latched it. He made us take our clothes off, and he took his off too.

He did things I don’t even want to remember. They made me relive the whole thing.

Ralph pulled her up so she was face to face with him. You tell anyone and I’ll kill both of you. You understand me?

Molly just nodded her head yes.

He threw her on the floor up against the bed.

That goes for you to, you talk and I’ll kill her first and make you watch.

He got up and got dressed and stormed out of the room. He yelled something at his wife and stomped out the front door and slammed it. I heard him drive away in his truck.

I held Molly in my arms. At first she shied away from me and then she hugged me and just clung to me and cried. We sat there in each other’s arms all night. Someone came in and covered us with a blanket during the night, but they didn’t wake us up.

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Chapter 2: - A New Foster Home: - (Go to Top)

Molly and I were real scared in the morning. We figured that we better run away. We were making plans when the social people came and took us away. They normally don’t place a boy and girl together but they could see the trauma, and fear in both of us. They sent us to another foster home together. They told the people we were brother and sister, twins.

Our new home was much calmer. They have two other foster children and two girls of their own. They are oriental. They live in a real nice house; they have a swimming pool and a Jacuzzi and everything.

I’m the only boy and they don’t have a room for me, so they put Molly and me together in the same room. The social workers approved of the arrangement too.

Molly and I were inseparable. We did everything together. It’s summer vacation now, so we’re out of school. No one bothered us. The social worker had told them a little about what had happened, so they pretty much leave us alone.

Molly and I bathe together; she won’t even go to the bathroom alone.

We sleep together, she’s afraid of the dark and she hangs onto me whenever I’m around.

One night, after our showers, we were cleaning up our room and just generally relaxing together. We hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on, since we’ll be going to bed soon. We heard some giggling outside our door. The adults aren’t home; they’re next door at a small dinner party.

Molly turned around and saw all four of the girls standing in the hall looking in the door. They are all naked.

Molly got real scared and locked up on me. I held her hand and calmed her down. Molly, it’s OK, they’re not going to hurt us, and they aren’t going to tell anyone either. Look at them, they’re all naked too. Just relax and let’s see what’s going on.

They came in and we all sat around and talked. We sat in a big circle holding hands. I feel so warm inside. They used to make us sit around and hold hands in preschool and kindergarten. It was no fun at all. Some of the kids felt cold. It gave me the creeps.

Charles and Shela came in unexpectedly. We were having so much fun; we didn’t hear them come in. The next thing we knew they were standing there looking in our room. Molly screamed and ran to her corner. I went to her to comfort her. The rest of the kids were terrified. We weren’t doing anything except playing a game but try to tell adults that.

Shela and Charles both smiled. Can we join you?

We didn’t know what to say. I was crouched in the corner protecting Molly. She’s hanging on to me for her life.

Shela and Charles took their clothes off and sat on the floor and held hands. They held out their hands to us.

One by one the kids sat down on the floor and held their hands. Molly and I were the last holdouts. Shela and Charles are both smiling; it’s not a forced smile either. I took Molly’s hand and we crawled over to the circle and joined them.

I’ve never felt warmth like that before. I pumped warmth into the circle and it grew. Molly smiled.

We must have sat there for an hour; I know my butt was getting sore.

The shock of being caught by their parents was over, Heather and Mary hugged them both. Charles and Shela reached out to all of us and included us in the family hug.

Charles sat back against the bed, Boy! I had no idea anything like this was going on.

"This was our first time. We go naked in our own rooms but we didn’t know anyone else did. They left their door open and we all saw them in there naked. We took our clothes off and joined them. We feel real special when we’re together, but not as good as when you came in.

"Well, it looks like we’ve all been hiding from each other. Your mom and I don’t like to wear clothes either. We go out to the pool or Jacuzzi late at night sometimes and go skinny-dipping.

Could we go with you?

Sure, I don’t see why not. I’ll warm up the Jacuzzi; you kids get some towels. We’ll all soak for a while.

Kids, we have to be careful, we can’t go running around the neighborhood with no clothes on. It’s OK in the house if you want to, but make sure you keep yourselves clean. We don’t want any um, messes on the furniture. Oh, and we’re having Talia, Taunia, and Sonia over to stay for the weekend, and they’ll be here any time. And you kids behave yourselves. I guess that means that you wear clothes in the Jacuzzi for right now. Try one of your sundresses, John, you can wear shorts.

Shela picked up their clothes and went in to change. The next time we saw her, she had a sundress on and Charles had his bathing suit on. Oh well, there will be other nights, the kids won’t be here forever.

I’ve seen the three neighbor kids before, they’re dark skinned. Talia is the oldest, she’s probably seven, Sonia is the youngest, she looks like she might be five.

We all headed for the bathroom at once. Shela had a pile of clean washcloths for us. The girls were helping each other. It was quite a production. I washed myself.

We got our bathing suits on. We would rather not, but we will have company. The girls didn’t put a real bathing suit on, they wore little sundresses. The dresses are old and way too short to wear any more. They’ll work great in the Jacuzzi though.

All us kids got in the Jacuzzi with Charles. Shela waited for our guests.

We heard them come in, and then Shela came out and whispered something to Charles. He just shrugged his shoulders and tried to smile.

We found out later, that the neighbors were going away for the weekend with family. They had made arrangements with their mother to watch their two kids, but the mother got real sick. They can’t find anyplace to keep the kids on such short notice. The Neighbors told Shela about it and Shela and Charles agreed to take their two kids too. What difference is two more going to make? We’re all probably going to sleep in the family room on the floor anyway.

Anyway, instead of the three girls we’ll have five kids. The others are a girl ten and a boy eight.

Shela got clothes for the four girls. She gave Walker a pair of my boxer shorts. I don’t wear them anymore; I wear the ‘jockey’ shorts now. They feel a lot better and they give me some support. I get all tangled up in the boxer shorts, if you get my drift.

Shela brought the kids out to the Jacuzzi and introduced them. There’s Denice - ten, Walker - eight, Talia - seven, Taunia - six, and Sonia - five. That makes eleven kids and two adults in the Jacuzzi. Fortunately they have a big in-ground model and it’s pretty big. We put the adults in and the big kids and then the little kids on someone’s lap. It’s pretty cozy but no one’s complaining. After what we just went through, we’re all ready to relax in any way we can.

I got Talia on my lap. All our guests were shy at first. When they got wet and warm, they started to relax. Talia actually relaxed enough to lay back against me. Talia is almost as big as me. She’s only seven but she’s big for her age, I don’t think I’m small for my age so she must be big for hers. Shela had given them sundresses too.

I sat there with my legs together and she sat with her legs spread over mine. There’s a water jet right between my legs; it’s pretty much straight up. You have to be careful not to sit on one of those jets. If you get it in the wrong place it hurts. The bubbles keep poofing her dress up with air. She tried to keep it down for a while, but finally just forgot it.

Everyone is having such a good time, and giggling and playing with the water jets. They have lights in the Jacuzzi, but there’s so many bubbles that you can’t see anything under water.

Charles got out of the water and turned all the yard lights and pool lights off.

After a few minutes my eyes adjusted to the moonlight. I can see people but if I didn’t know who they were, I wouldn’t be able to tell who’s who.

Talia started squirming around on my lap. She’s having trouble with her dress. She stood up and pulled her dress up and sat back on my lap. Her dress filled up with air and she looked kind of like a tulip, she didn’t even bother with it. She just laid back against me.

I can feel her. That may sound funny, of course I can feel her, she’s sitting on my lap. But what I mean is, like the kids earlier, she feels warm. Not warm like the Jacuzzi, but warm. Like when we held hands. She makes me feel good, kind of like holding a kitten when it’s purring. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a big hug. She wrapped her arms around my arms and sort of hugged me back.

Someone threw their sundress up on the deck. Before long there were lots of little piles of clothes on the deck.

It wasn’t long before Shela called it a night. Too much of a good thing can wipe you out. Make sure you all shower before bed, or you’ll hate yourselves in the morning.

The Jacuzzi and the pool both leave a kind of film on you. The Jacuzzi is the worst. I forgot to shower once and she’s right, I felt yucky in the morning. I make sure I wash good with soap before I go to bed, I make sure Molly does too.

Shela brought out some colored safety pins. She clipped one on each of our outfits and gave us the matching pin. She took all of our clothes and put them through the washer and dryer. We all headed for the shower.

The shower was an assembly line. We went in the shower two at a time and washed each other, hair, everything. We didn’t dilly dally either. As many of us as there are, we could be in there all night. As usual, Moly and I went in together, even with everything going on here tonight, she’s still got hang-ups from her past.

By the time we were all out in the family room, our clothes were washed and dried. We found our own clothes and put them on. At least we’d start out clean and dressed.

Charles and Shela held hands and held out their hands to us. The six of us grabbed a hand and extended the line. One at a time the other kids joined us.

We stood there in silence. I felt the warmth grow. I added to it and we kept it growing. Finally Walker broke the circle and curled up on the floor crying. It was like someone unplugged us.

We rushed to Walker, he’s eight. He wouldn’t let anyone touch him.

I sat on the floor beside him and held out my hand to him. He looked at me and scrunched himself into a tighter ball. The rest of the kids all sat down on the floor and held out their hands to him. We just sat there waiting. He has to make this move. All we can do now is wait.

My arm is getting tired. I propped my elbow on my knee and kept my hand out to him.

Charles and Shela just stood back and watched.

Finally walker reached out and touched me. He didn’t hold my hand, he just touched me. We waited. Finally he touched me again, but he didn’t pull away. I tried to make him feel the warmth and love we all share. He started to pull away, but then he grabbed my hand like a life preserver to a drowning man.

I held his hand but not so he’d think of it as a danger to him. Finally he reached out to one of the other children. One at a time we formed the circle. When the circle was complete, he smiled.

We all stood up and Charles and Shela joined us. They were very careful not to break the circle when they joined in. They put their hands on two hands that are joined and then the kids would let go of each other and the new one is added.

This is a very wonderful circle, but when the power builds, it is fragile too. We built the power in the circle and then we let it back down. We all nodded our heads like the Oriental’s do in greeting, and dropped our hands. No one said anything, what would you say? We had said it all in the circle.

Charles put sleeping bags and foam mattresses out on the family room floor. We just opened all the sleeping bags and made one big bed. We have three bedrooms and six beds but everyone wanted to sleep in the family room. They left a little night-light on in the bathroom so no one would get lost in the middle of the night.

Charles and Shela turned the lights off and headed down the hall to their bedroom.

Molly curled up to me and held my hand. She went right to sleep. Me, I’m wide-awake. The circle really has me wound up.

I lay there thinking about it. I feel warm, not heat warm, although there is a little of that too, more like I’m comfortable. I feel loved and cared for. I had tried to give that kind of love to all of them, and I feel like I received it from them. I can even feel the relief in Molly. There’s a certain amount of sexiness involved too. I know I feel sexy when Molly is close to me in bed and when we bathe together, but this is different, it’s hard to describe.

The energy of the circle though, that is something altogether different. There is real power in that circle, more than the sum of all of us. It’s like we’re drawing power from somewhere.

I feel like I know everyone too. Like they are old friends. Charles and Shela feel like big brothers and sisters, not parents. And Moly, she feels, well good, like we fit together. All the kids feel good, but not like Moly.

I squeezed her hand. She squeezed my hand back.

I thought of how I felt when Talia was sitting on my lap. I got a lot of physical excitement from her being that close to me, but I felt something else too. We were communicating, but not talking. We were communicating emotionally. But more than that, I really felt like I knew what she wanted and needed. I could feel that she wanted to be hugged but she didn’t want me to fool around with her. Our hug was a family hug, not a lover’s hug.

I curled up to Moly. She feels so good, kind of like when you have your blankie. Some time during the night I went to sleep.

There were kids everywhere in the morning. Most had slept in two’s or three’s. They are all touching, just like Molly and me. Some of the kids took their clothes off during the night. It’s really a mixed bag.

Moly woke up and we sat up and watched them. I feel very protective of them, kind of like a father.

The rest of the kids were all sprawled out on the floor. No one is moving at all, except us of course.

Moly had a good idea and actually said something: It’s seven o’clock John, why don’t we go take our showers first, then we’ll beat the rush?

Sounds good to me.

Charles and Shela’s door is open; we went down and peaked in. They are laying there with no clothes on either. We ducked back and went in to take our showers.

We showered together and played around a little. Molly sure feels good to hold in my arms, especially when she’s all soapy. I hope we don’t mess this up; I’m really getting to like it.

We didn’t bother to dress when we came out of the bathroom. Most of the kids are up now, and waiting for the bathroom.

I headed for the kitchen.

Shela is up making hot chocolate and Coffee. She’s still naked, just a cute apron on.

Good morning John, did you sleep well?

I couldn’t sleep. That circle has me a little shook up.

Not like Walker though. I hope he’s OK.

I think he’ll be ok. There is a whole different feeling in the house this morning, can you feel it?

Charles and I both felt it. I would never have come out here like this before, but it feels completely natural now.

I know, we didn’t bother to dress after our shower, and most of the kids are naked too. There’s nothing going on though, we’re just naked, I’m not sure anyone has noticed, except me and Molly. That was some shower.

John, you be careful. You get that started and we will have trouble.

‘Oh we know that. We tried it once. Once was enough. We do like to hold each other though, she’s so warm, I can feel it all over me."

Charles and I noticed the difference last night too. It is wonderful isn’t it?

What’s wonderful? You two talking about me again?

Charles, you egomaniac! We were talking about the warm feeling we get when we hold each other now, and how it changed after last night.

Yea, wasn’t that something. Hey, you don’t have any clothes on!

She turned around. Neither do you silly, no one does, didn’t you notice?

Charles looked around, No! I didn’t. I didn’t even realize that I didn’t, just seemed natural. I guess the kids feel the same way. What happened last night anyway?

I sat down in a chair, I don’t know, but it sure changed everyone. Personally, I like it.

You would! Shela grinned at me. That’s some harem you and Walker have.

Shela!

Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t include you did I Charles? She brought him a cup of coffee and gave him a big kiss.

Charles just sat down and looked at her. I like your outfit. You a little overdressed this morning?

Shela turned around and looked at herself. I don’t think so. Her smile was one of those special husband and wife smiles.

By the time all the kids were washed, Shela and Charles had breakfast made. It’s a good breakfast, the eggs are scrambled though, I can’t imagine frying eggs for all of us.

There’s quite an assortment. It looks like they used up everything in the house. There were three kinds of potatoes, and I noticed that all the ends of the bread loafs were there too. We pretty much ate it all, and no one complained.

Everyone helped with the dishes and cleaning up. Together, we made short work of it. Shela and Charles just sat there watching us and smiling. Someone brought them fresh coffee too. It looked like one of those family movies where they have all the kids, except we don’t argue.

Shela and Charles decided to go shopping. There’s one of those discount