Blushing anew Carol and I joined the aunts in the living room. Pie started without any preamble. Her voice was friendly and she smiled warmly as she spoke.
"You two do not need to be ashamed of yourselves. You are desperately trying to conceive a new life, and what better time to do it, than while celebrating the life of a loved one who has just passed. Carol, I heard you ask David what was happening to you. You should know, but perhaps not, because you've never experienced it before. You're coming close to your fertile time, and your body feels it. It wants to copulate as often as possible to ensure your egg is fertilized.
"To ensure that, your body is producing pheromones at a phenomenal rate. These pheromones react on David and keep him in a constant state of arousal and readiness, even stimulating him to produce far more than the usual amount of semen he normally does." She grinned hugely. "And from what I've heard over the years that is saying something because his normal production is 'unusual'. <Giggle>
"Not to sound crude, but Carol Anne, the best way to say it is: you are in heat, and David, like any other male animal when his female is in heat, is in rut. Once you conceive, you will notice a drop in your libido. Knowing you two, and the way you used to be, to a casual observer, there may be no noticeable drop at all, but you will feel it.
"All this brings me to a point. David, your mother and daughter have both said Carol Anne will be most ready to conceive sometime tomorrow or tomorrow night. We want the two of you to move in here with us for the balance of the weekend. The bedroom you used this afternoon to 'feed the pets' <Giggle> is unused, and it is yours. I imagine the motel staff will be glad to hear <Grin> the end of you. We want you to be somewhere that you can satisfy those breeding urges as quickly as possible. We do not want to take a chance on missing conception simply because you happened to be in a socially inconvenient location. We will expect a little decorum, but if you must, you must. Jo and I will be as discrete as possible. What do you kids say to that?"
Carol answered for us. She wasn't blushing any more; it was more like a flush, as she realized the truth of what Pie said. As she spoke, I was sure I saw her tongue plant itself firmly in her cheek...
"Tante Pie and Tante Jo, we're happy to accept, but you may not know what you're getting into. David and I are extremely noisy and messy lovers, and always have been. <GIGGLE> Ask his parents; his poor father hardly ever got any sleep when David, Riekie and I made love. If you think you can handle the noise, we'll get our stuff right now. After all, Rascal, the Sweet Prince needs a safe place to feed Miss Pussy, eh?"
Rascal?Methinks there's a bit of a wives' conspiracy here somewhere.
Jo spoke then. "David can get your belongings and settle up the account at the hotel. We would like you to stay with us and have a long hot bath without your man pestering you. Tomorrow could be a long day for you, and you should be as fresh as possible. David can have a bath when he returns."
That settled it. I returned to the hotel, gathered our belongings and threw them in the truck. I went to the motel office to settle up the account. I expected other charges, given the noise we'd made, but the concierge only charged me for our phone calls, which reminded me I should call tonight. I thought the folks at home at least needed an update and a hello. The man was very nice and seemed genuinely concerned that we were leaving a night early. I told him we'd been invited to stay with relatives for the night, and would not need a refund on the rooms. Bob had paid for them fully expecting they'd be used both nights. If the motel management decided they must give a refund, please reverse it on to Bob's credit card. Finished with our business, I jumped in the truck and drove the short distance to the aunts'.
I let myself in and carried our bags to our room. There was no sign of anybody. Joanne must have really gone to sleep with her headache, the aunts had apparently made themselves scarce, and Carol was probably in her bath. The queen size bed had already been turned down, and some thoughtful person had placed a towel on Carol's side of the bed. I set my suitcase on the bed to get out my toilet items, and heard a familiar crinkly plastic sound. Somebody was really thinking.
As I organized our clothes and hung items in the closet, I noticed a clear plastic box on a table in one corner. It was a box meant for display. Inside, folded neatly was a very stained and yellowed cotton sheet. The top stain, now brownish in colour was apparently dried blood. A neatly lettered card on the sheet simply said 'Carol Anne, August, 1965'. In an identical box on an identical table in the opposite corner was a neatly folded woolen blanket, obviously very stained as well, with another brownish stain almost framed by the folding. Another neatly lettered card said 'Riekie, August, 1965'. I had a suspicion that somewhere in another room was a similar box with a sheet or blanket and a card that said 'Piete, 1938'. It became apparent to me, that this room, or one like it, regardless of where the aunts lived, was always kept for us, almost as a shrine. I was deeply touched.
I wondered where everyone else was, but soon found out, as I heard giggling and squeals from down the hall. Carol was having her bath, but she wasn't alone, it seemed.
I'd been told it was a private bath for her, so once I had our clothes neatly stowed, I went back downstairs. I hadn't heard any one pass our door, but when I got down to the living room, Joanne was there, looking like someone who just got up, and maybe even mildly hung over.
"How're ya feelin' now, Joanne? You looked like hell when you went for your nap. Sure you're not coming down with something? You still look a little tired."
"I'm fine now, David, it just takes me a while to wake up. My headache's almost gone. I get them sometimes when I run into what amounts to information overload."
I never noticed when Joanne started calling me David. All the other women in the house had called me that for years, but the last I remembered, Joanne still called me the more common 'Dave.' I liked the sound of Joanne calling me David. It had the true warmth of friendship to it.
"Information overload? How so?"
"Well, remember I said I wanted to be OK so I could visit with you and Carol Anne? <And she's calling her friend Carol Anne now! I like!> I still have a lot of questions. I missed out on so much by being a bitch. I want to be part of your lives again, but have no idea where to start because I know so little about you. This morning, you told me so much and yet so little. And then all the revelations yesterday! Wow! Then you told me about the Old Ways, and that just fascinated me. I want to know so much, and yet I feel I don't have the right to ask."
"Joanne, you've been re-accepted as our friend. Carol Anne has vouched that you are trustworthy and true, so you don't have to pass those tests with me. The summer that this all started, I had an amazingly similar conversation with Bob. You and I may not be very close as friends yet, but someday I think we will be. Because you are Carol Anne's special friend, and have been one through some extremely difficult times for her, you have earned the right to ask me or her anything you want. I say that because friends only ask the questions they need to be able to help their friend or to understand a situation. Sometimes those questions require the friend being asked to divulge everything.
"If you want to know about the Old Ways, I'm not the person to ask. You said you might go see Mom. Not only do I think that's a good idea, I actually urge you to do it. You see, Joanne, my family and the Koorstis family seem to have some unique bond through the Old Ways. Just what it is, and what its importance is, I have no idea. Somehow, I feel that you're a part of it. I look at you, and I see a witch. <She bridled.> Don't misunderstand the term 'witch'; it has nothing to do with the popular idea of a witch. Under the Old Ways, a witch is simply a student and devotee of the Goddess. She has some special knowledge, but it is mainly herb lore and strangely, holistic medicine; and of course many of the rites and rituals that pertain to the Goddess and her veneration.
"If she uses 'spells' and 'incantations' they are little different from the catechisms you say in church. I said I see you as a witch. You could become a Priestess like Mom, but you will have to talk with her about that. I can certainly see you as her apprentice, along with Rhiannon and Diane Marie. The reason I say this, is I sense something about you that tells me you have Old Blood. We'll never know for sure, though, because your true birth heritage was sealed when you were adopted. When you meet Mom, she may sense it better than I, and I suspect that Rhiannon is going to spook you right out."
"You keep mentioning Rhiannon. That's your daughter, right? <I nodded> And that she seems to have special knowledge and talents. I didn't know you had a daughter old enough to have studied that much."
"I don't. Rhiannon turned six last January."
"Six years old? And she has this amazing power? How?"
"We're not sure. We know there's some Old Blood on my side of the family. Both Mom and I have the Sight, as we call it, to some degree. We don't know Diane's background very well, but Mom is convinced she's one of Her special ones, she calls a Princess. If she is, she gets it from her father's side, but we know nothing of him. Mom also says Carol and Riekie are Princesses, and those two girls are VERY special to her. Not a day has gone past in the last twenty years that she has not asked me about them. Her special interest has been Carol Anne, because of the trauma she experienced, but she has been very interested in Riekie as well."
"I won't bother you with any more questions about the Old Ways right now, David. There's no way I could begin to absorb everything you could tell me yourself in a few short hours. It's taken you a lifetime to figure these things out. When Carol Anne finishes her bath, I'd just like to spend a little time with the two of you, and if you'll forgive the corniness, bask in your love. What you two have is so special, I can't imagine two people more in love."
"Then, Joanne, you must visit the farm, because Diane and I share a similar love. And someday soon, Riekie will be joining us again, and I share a like love with her. She and Carol Anne, despite some differences left to resolve, are equally in love. The odd person out there is Diane, but I think that's not going to be an issue..."
Just then, Carol came into the room wearing a white terry robe, fresh from her bath. It was obviously brand new. She looked absolutely radiant. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and her hair, while still damp from the bath, shone healthily.
"Sounds like I'm missing something. What was that you just said about Diane not being an issue? And before I forget, the aunts say you should have your bath soon. They can't be up all night; they need their sleep. Your robe is on our bed."
Why would my bath keep them up?
"OK, I'll go up as soon as I catch you up on what I was saying. I'm sure Joanne has a lot to discuss with you, too. I was saying that despite some differences to sort out, you and Riekie are in love, and that that is part of our relationship. At first glance, it appears that would leave Diane the odd one out, but I don't think that's going to be much of an issue, That's what I was saying as you came in. If I'd been allowed to continue, I was about to tell Joanne what Diane said to me last night. I thought I told you, but maybe not, we had a lot to talk and think about as it was.
"Anyway, Diane said, and I quote, 'David, she sounds so nice! I HAVE to meet her!... I think I love her, too! Is that possible? So soon?' It's actually two separate statements, but they go together. Even though she's never met you, Carol Anne, she's falling for you, and this girl has never had any girl-on-girl experience, so there's something else at work here, because her last question would indicate that she senses a certain inevitability in it."
"And strange as it may seem, I feel something similar happening to me."
"Well, you girls do your own catching up. I'm off to my bath. When I'm done, Carol Anne, do you think the aunts would let us call home? I think we should at least check in with them and let them know we're still alive. Can I have a kiss before I go, or do I smell too bad?"
"I think that's a great idea! You ask them when you go for your bath.<HUH?>You smell just fine to me, but the rest of the crowd thinks you're a little ripe. Miss Pussy says she's not sleeping with Rascal tonight until he has a bath, seeing as she's all nice and clean and sweet smelling now."
'Oh. It's not you, but that creature, eh?"
"Yup! Gimme a kiss."
I kissed her tenderly and she returned it with enough vigor to get her friend stirring. I left the girls chatting happily, and went up to my bath. I stripped in our room, slipped on the new robe set out for me, and padded down the hall to the bathroom. There was no shower, but a large old-fashioned tub, with scented candles all around the rather large bathroom. The scent of the candles could only be described as delicious. The bath had already been drawn, so I stepped into the water, which was a perfect temperature.
As I sank down into the tub, and started to relax, two figures entered the room — Pie and Jo. I had no idea what the hell was going on. I felt a little embarrassed, but after what they'd seen earlier, this was nothing. I might be nude, but I was in the tub, and completely covered. The aunts came to the side of the tub and stripped off their own robes. I was stunned. They may have been ladies in their early sixties, but their bodies were considerably younger. I was suitably impressed. Pie saw me staring and laughed.
"Don't get any ideas, David. We are here simply to bathe you and make you comfortable."
"OK, so I'm to be bathed by two rather lovely nude ladies, right? Why?"
"The two of you are trying to conceive, and we want to help in any way we can. We are so bound under the Old Ways. We had hoped you would get pregnant all those years ago, but it did not happen. Because you are trying so hard this weekend, and in our home, we want you to be as comfortable with us as possible. We do not condone public fornication, but in this instance, if Carol Anne feels the urgent need to be filled, we want you to be able to do it whether we're in the room or not. We will make a discrete exit if that happens, but you must not be embarrassed if we see your body or parts of it <Grin>. To that end, we are giving you a very personal bath to help you become more comfortable and relaxed with us.
"Sit back, relax, and enjoy. Part of your bath includes a little neck and back massage, and a thorough cleaning of your entire body. Because of the nudity and our touch on your body, we fully expect that you will develop an erection. We will do nothing to encourage or discourage that normal reaction. We want you to be able to become erect and be able to expose it any time around us without embarrassment as Carol Anne's needs dictate."
They both giggled like teenagers, and then proceeded to give me the most wonderful bath I've ever had. Jo was an expert masseuse, and I felt the tension drain completely from me as she worked my neck and shoulders. I didn't realize how tense I was, but when you consider all the events crammed into the last thirty six hours for me, it wasn't surprising. Those ladies washed and probed every inch of my body. They made me stand while they did my lower half, and giggled appropriately as their soft hands got me hard.
Pie had Jo handle my penis and showed her every part of it, as though Jo had never seen one. I was curious, because even though she was raped, she must have seen his. She hesitated, but described what happened to her. She said she always kept her eyes closed through every episode with Scott. She did not want to see her tormentor or any part of him. She said she even learned to make her vagina numb so she couldn't feel him rutting in her, and Pie was always there to douche and wash her afterward so she didn't have to experience his stuff leaking and seeing it, and to soothe her soreness, because she never got wet for him either.
I was amazed that she was able to distance herself that far from her rape, and in a moment of rare insight concluded this woman was actually still a virgin, her hymen lost to accident and violence, not sex.
I made that point forcefully. "Jo, I know this is a painful subject for you, but I think you are a hero for what you bore for the family. What happened to you was not sex, but violence, and while you lost your hymen to that violence, it is no different from a girl losing it to an accident, which happens all the time. You did not give yourself willingly to that person, and therefore should still be a virgin in your own mind and heart.
"If I was your lover, I would consider you a virgin, so therefore you are. You were never with a man. We can't even begin to describe what kind of monster took you, but you never gave yourself to him, and he was certainly no man as I know them. I know that. Pie knows that, and if you didn't before, now YOU know that. Jo, you are still emotionally a virgin, something that person could never take from you, regardless of what he did to you physically. Only your lover can have that, and it must be given willingly and hopefully with love."
Jo was in tears, but happy tears, thoroughly convinced in her own virginity.
"I believe you, David, but now I'll die a virgin having never known a man."
"Nonsense, Jo! You will know a man before you die, and if I have my way, you will have your wedding night and your sheet will join Pie's. You are still a very attractive woman, and any man would be pleased to bed you, but not just any man will. You will sleep with your husband, even after all these years, and Pie will be your witness and anyone else of us you wish. This I swear.
"So Pie, continue your demonstration and show her everything on me that you think she needs to know about a man. Just don't make me ejaculate; none of my wives have given their permission for that. Wouldn't it be the height of sad irony if you got me off, and that might just be the ejaculation meant to impregnate Carol Anne?"
Pie had listened to me with wonder and awe. "David, we always knew you had wisdom. What you have done for Jo is almost a miracle. How did you know about my sheet?"
"No miracle, Pie — common sense. The sheet -- that's easy -- you made such a shrine of ours, there had to be one for you. What does your card say? I thought it would simply say 'Piete, 1938.'
"That is close enough. The year is easy enough to deduce from Kit's birthday. We had hoped her sheet would join mine; alas it was not to be, but I'll let you in on a little secret. We thought it just might be you. She loved you, didn't you know? She fell in love with you the first day she met you, despite the age difference. Carol Anne knows, so you do not have to keep it a secret from her and one of you must tell Riekie that Kit was meant to be your third wife before tragedy struck and took you all from each other. Now you have Your Girls back, or almost back, and the Goddess has given you another in place of my Kit. Did you feel anything for Kit? I think you must from what you did at her grave today, kissing her stone and leaving a single red rose, the sign of love."
"Yes, Pie, I felt something very strong for Kit from the first I met her, but a sixteen year old doesn't expect to feel anything for an 'old person' of twenty six, or expect them to feel anything in return, so what I felt I dismissed as simple lust; Kit was an astoundingly beautiful and sexy woman. I put my reaction to her passionate kisses and hot mons down to simple teenage hormones reacting to a beautiful woman's touch, but deep down I knew it was more. When she was killed, I felt a sense of deep personal loss, but it was clouded and over ridden by what I perceived at the time as the greater loss of Carol and Riekie.
"Today, at Dolly's gravesite, with My Girls basically reclaimed, I finally realized what I had missed and lost. I didn't think anyone but me caught the significance of the single red rose. Most people seeing me take a flower would think I was taking one at random to place on a friend's grave, but I selected that rose carefully."
"Ah, so!"
"Now please finish my bath and Jo's instruction. The water's getting cool, and I suspect Carol Anne may be up here banging on the door wondering why I'm so long. We can talk about Kit and what might have been another time."
"That is so."
The aunts finished my bath and Pie showed Kit everything she thought she needed to make a man happy, and I gave her a few pointers, too. The discussion got rather clinical, and Jo had to work her hand hard to keep me erect enough to finish her lesson. Strangely, I felt no urge to orgasm. They really had lovely bodies, though; their breasts were still high and firm, with pert nipples and their hips were still gently rounded. Their pubic mounds were well furred with soft, silky looking curls. Their buttocks were firm and nicely rounded with no visible sag. Time hadn't stood still for them, but it had certainly slowed down. I could see what My Girls would look like at the same age, and I was very pleased with that prospect. I firmed up my already solid resolve to find Paul and bring him to them. They deserved as much; they had been too long without their man, and I somehow knew, he'd been too long without them.
My bath complete, I felt totally relaxed and clean. The aunts seemed happy too. I thought their night together might be one of their better ones. As I left the bathroom, I asked if Carol and I could call home. The aunts insisted we call, and that we didn't have to ask. They reminded me while we were there this was OUR home too, just as Mom and Dad had done all those years ago.
I slipped on my robe, no longer embarrassed at my nudity in front of these wonderful ladies, and rejoined Carol and Joanne. They were laughing and giggling, having a grand time. Joanne was actually laughing so hard she had tears running down her face. When asked, Carol said she'd been regaling Joanne with some of our stories. The one they were laughing so hard about when I joined them was that New Years when she and Riekie got poor old Clyde howling.
"Yeah, and did you tell her about Dad?"
"Only partly. The poor man tried to keep up with David, but you should have seen him the next day. And Bob! He said he'd never sleep in the same house as us again! He didn't quite go that far, but if he thought we were going to have a big weekend, he always found an excuse to be somewhere else!"
Joanne wiped the tears of laughter from her face. "Oh dear! You guys are just too hot! Well, I've got to get to bed; I'm leaving early in the morning so I can stop at my brother's for a visit before I go home. G'night!"
We rose with her, and gave her a big hug, and both Carol and I gave her a passionate kiss to send her on her way. She fairly melted. After Joanne floated up the stairs, Carol and I shared one of those kisses ourselves. Then I asked her if we had time to phone home.
"Whaddaya mean do we have time? I've been waiting all night to call them."
"Well, I wasn't sure if you might need some other attention first... After all, that pleasant duty has been given the highest priority."
"I'm OK for now, but you'll be the first to know. Now let's call Diane, and I hope Mom is there too."
"Why don't you call, and I'll listen in?"
Just then, Pie came into the room with another phone on a long cord.
"You can both have your own phone, so neither will miss a thing. Have fun, now I'm off to bed. Jo is a very happy lady tonight, thanks to you, David, and that means I'm about to be very happy. Good night."
She hugged us both and ran as lightly up the stairs as a woman a third her age. Carol glared at me.
"What'd you do to Jo to make her so happy? I caught the inference there."
"I gave Jo a miracle tonight. I restored her virginity."
Carol tensed, her face flushing. "You what? I don't believe that for a minute. You're the master of taking it, not giving it back! I'd like to see how you can fuck a hymen back into place!"
"Easy, Sweetheart! I didn't fuck anybody! Although from what I saw of them tonight, and if you girls look anything like they do at that age, I'm going to be fucking you with extreme pleasure well into my nineties! They're hot!
"All joking aside, My Love, I've been doing some thinking about Jo, and it can be applied at home, too, come to think of it, the situations are similar enough. Pie and Jo told me more about how Jo was raped. She never saw the beast while he used her. She kept her eyes locked shut, and she was able somehow to make her pussy numb so she wouldn't feel it either, and Pie was always right there with a douche to clean her up before she saw any of his stuff, as well. I suspect she was able to put herself in some kind of trance that said it wasn't happening. I convinced her that what happened to her meant she was still a virgin because she'd never actually known a man. The technical loss of her hymen to rape was little different than losing it to an accident, which does happen all the time.
"That's why she's so happy and Pie's convinced she's gonna be the beneficiary of that. I think she's right. Now, are you gonna call home or what?"
Carol visibly relaxed, smiled in acceptance and dialed our number. I picked up the other phone and slipped my free arm around her. The phone was answered on the first ring. It was Diane. Carol spoke to her.
"Hello? Diane Marie?"
"Carol Anne? Is that you? What's wrong? Is David OK?"
"There's nothing wrong, Honey, we just called to check in. David's right here with me. We may have to hang up suddenly, though. My time is getting close, and we're told we must act quickly whenever I feel the 'urge' if you know what I mean <Giggle>. How are the girls? Is Mom there?"
"<GIGGLE> It took me a minute, but now I understand. The girls are fine and want to know if you've made their baby brother yet. They're in bed right now, but they're all excited. Yes, Mom's here. She came back from Montreal early so she could be here if you had any questions. You can speak to her if you want. Why'd you call, anyway, not that I'm complaining, it's just a surprise."
Carol put herself out on a limb, but I was proud of her for it.
"Well, David wanted to call and just let you know everything is OK so far, but I wanted to talk to the sweetest girl I know, and tell her I love her."
"Ooooo! Carol Anne Lloyd! Why'd you do that to me? You just made me soak my panties, and I've never even seen a picture of you save a poor yearbook one that David says doesn't even look like you."
"I said it because I mean it, Diane Marie. I've never seen a picture of you, either, but anyone who can be as generous as you, has to be some one I can and will love. Your voice on the phone melts me. I felt it yesterday afternoon the first time I called you, and I've felt something through our letters, too. Then David told me what you said, and I realized what I was feeling and I just HAD to tell you. I hope I'm not scaring you, Dear Heart. Now, listen closely: I. Love. You. Ok?"
"Oooo! Carol Anne, I-I love you, too. Is it OK to love a woman?"
"I have two aunts here who think it is, and when he gets home on Monday, David will tell you lots more. We can't tell you everything right now, the phone just isn't right. I'm just sorry I can't be there with you to share the telling of our story, but Ben needs me home soon. He's ill again, and I have to run the business for him."
"I wish you could be here, too. Some body else wants to talk to you. I'll talk to you again when she's done. Ok? Here's Mom.'
"Hello? Carol Anne?"
"Hi, Mom! Long time no hear!" There was a catch in Carol's voice. She was close to tears.
"Carol Anne Lloyd? What's the story there, Daughter?"
"It-it's a long, sad one, Mom, but I changed my name to keep my sanity. It's all legal and everything. David had a big fight with that man who used to be my father yesterday and literally freed my soul. I came to Mom's funeral with just the intent of having him give me his baby like he promised, but we're back together now, and even Riekie is coming back to us. Is Diane Marie listening?"
"No, she went to check on Jenny."
"Good. For now, don't tell her anything until David gets home. Do you still have our Prom pictures? If you do, you should have them with you to show her when David tells her what we had and are going to have again. David told Joanne you think Diane's one of us, one of Hers. Is that so? Oh Mom! It's so good to hear your voice! I've missed you and Dad so!"
"It's so good to hear you again too, Carol Anne! It's time and past you girls came home! Yes, I still have those pictures. Don looks at them all the time, but I couldn't bring myself to until today. Like David, it hurt too much. And yes, I'm sure Diane Marie is one of you. She has a bit of Sight, too. Oh! Here she is back. Give my love to David."
"I'm right here, Mom. I've just been letting you girls do the talking. I love you Mom. Your faith in us and our love has paid off big time. Now I have a request from two wonderful ladies. They ask for the blessing of the Goddess for themselves and a Quest I will be undertaking when I get home. Would you please give Tante Pie and Tant Jo the Goddess' blessing? They've been too long without."
"Why certainly, David, you can tell them I'll look after that tonight, and what 'Quest' of yours?"
"I vowed to find their brother for them. He disappeared in 1939."
"Oh my, David, you pick the hard ones, don't you? I must hear the whole story on that before I can give it Her blessing."
"I understand. You'll hear it all Monday night."
"Here's Diane Marie. I'll see you Monday. Love you David. Carol Anne?"
"Yes Mom, I'm here."
"Both Dad and I love you and we want you home, both of you, and the sooner the better. And if you need anything, or have any questions, call, day or night, OK?"
"Yes, Mom. I love you both, too, and I will. Byeee."
"'Bye, Carol Anne. Here's Diane Marie again."
"Hello? Carol Anne? David?"
"We're here, Sweetheart."
"Carol Anne, you're sending me to bed all wet, talking like that. Will you do me a favour? Send me a recent picture of yourself?"
"Yes, Dear, I'll have one taken as soon as I get home. I don't have any current ones, and you wouldn't want any before today, anyway. Do you have any of yourself you can send?"
"I think I do, if not, I'll get one. It'll be nice to see who it is I'm falling for." <Giggle>
"Yeah, <Giggle> that's right."
"Anything else, Carol Anne?"
"No, I don't think so. David will tell you everything on Monday, including how things went at the funeral. He has good news, too."
"The only good news I need to hear is that you're pregnant, Love. Are you guys trying? Listen to me <giggle> last night I was having second thoughts, now I think it would be the best news in the world!"
"It will be the best news! If I'm not already, I will be by the time we leave Monday. I think I can almost guarantee that. There seem to be some powerful forces at work to help us. Speaking of which, Miss Pussy is making her presence known, if you know what I mean, and she's getting anxious. I think it's all your talk of getting wet that's got her going." <GIGGLE>"
All this talk of pussies getting wet had a noticeable affect on me, too. My penis pushed out the front of my robe. Carol noticed, dropped her free hand and fished it out through the front of my robe, stroking as she talked to Diane.
"Well you make sure Rascal looks after that little girl for us, OK? Now you go take care of her. I'll talk to you real soon. Love you, Carol Anne. Love you, David, see you Monday."
"Love you, Diane Marie, Byeee." From both of us.
"'Bye, guys."
We hung up.