As we entered our room I noticed some subtle changes that softened the otherwise rather garish décor of the room. The lights had been turned way down, and scented candles had been set out. My Girls had always had a thing for the mood setting effect of these candles ever since Carol's and my first night together. It seemed it had become something of a family tradition for 'special nights', but I also suspect its origins had something to do with the Old Ways, as Mom had done it for us for our first night at the farm, and the aunts had done it for Carol's and my first night with them. Whatever the origin of the practice, I always liked the romantic effect created and tonight was no different.
Carol and Diane continued their 'pair bonding' and romance they started by mail and phone and now in person. I had observed them off and on all day, holding each other and cuddling at every opportunity and saw their love blossoming before my eyes. It was one of the most gratifying things I'd ever witnessed. Soon they were gently disrobing each other in essentially a very erotic dance. Riekie and I weren't long following suit, and before long there were four very nude and amorous bodies caressing and rubbing each other suggestively before heading for the bathroom to perform our nightly personal hygiene routines. I followed the ladies into the bathroom, deliberately letting them go ahead, so I could watch the hypnotic tic-toc motion of those three wonderful bare derrières as they jiggled and bounced across the room.
That huge master bath, despite its overly ornate fittings proved its design value immediately. Each of the women claimed one of the three sinks for their own use, and while they did their nightly preparations for bed, I took a quick shower. I'd been in the same clothes since before we left home many hours ago, and was sure I smelled at least a little. The girls had all had a shower at the hospital, so were still fairly fresh.
Because I took a shower, the girls were finished before me, and went ahead into the bedroom. As I stepped through the doorway, flicking off the light, I saw my wives settling into the bed. Carol and Diane were already cuddling on the bed, starting to make out, with Riekie just moving toward it. Something about this tableau caught my attention. As I stopped, a ton of bricks suddenly fell on me and I felt the blood drain from my face. I knew I'd seen this before. Talk about your 'déja vu all over again'!
"Carol Anne!"
My sudden shout startled the ladies, freezing them in place "David? What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"Carol Anne, don't move. Just look around and see if you see anything that reminds you of something."
Carol started to look around, a puzzled expression on her lovely face. "No... David, I don't see..." Then sudden realization. "Holy shit, Batman!"
Two very puzzled and very naked females looked at us as if we'd just gone stark raving mad. Riekie was the first of the two to get her mouth and brain working together. "Would someone please tell us just what is going on?"
Carol and I grinned at each other. Carol told the story. "David Saw this in September."
"Saw what?"
"He Saw this scene -- Muffin and me, three months pregnant, on the bed, you moving toward it, and him looking on as if entering through a doorway. He described it right down to the king size bed. We thought it was a scene of what might be, but it turns out to have been a scene of what was to be."
I corrected her. "Hon, remember the caution I gave you? I said these visions, or whatever, are usually of something that might happen, but only if certain conditions are met. This time, it looks like whatever the conditions were we have actually met them. This is a GOOD thing -- it looks like we're finally on the right track toward full reconciliation! It should be complete once we're home. I feel wonderful! Now if you'll excuse me, my butt is getting cold!"
All three visibly relaxed at my pronouncement. Diane and Carol giggled and fell back onto the bed, resuming their cuddling and making out in a highly erotic display. Riekie heaved a sigh of relief and crawled into bed, giving me a tantalizing view of her sweet pink pussy. As I approached the bed, she moved over to one side, patting in invitation the space opened between her and Carol who had her back to us, oblivious as she made out with Diane, exchanging a very torrid kiss.
I slid in between them, feeling their warm bare flesh on either side. It had been too long since I had felt the warmth of these two wonderful nymphs on either side. Diane seemed to know I/we needed this, and was content just to explore Carol's and her new love from the outside. I slid my right arm under and around Riekie's warm, bare shoulders as she snuggled over. I held her like that for awhile, just relaxing with her warmth next to me.
Riekie seemed a little tense, but appeared to relax as I raised myself up, leaned over, and kissed her tenderly. She responded hungrily, her lips trying to devour mine. I broke from the kiss and just gazed into those marvelous blue eyes, illuminated by a staggering intelligence, lost in the love I saw there, but I saw something else. Pain? Sadness?
I had marveled all day at how much she, like Carol, retained of her younger self. That wonderful blonde hair, vibrant without even a hint of grey, still framed the sweetest face in the world. Yes, her face had matured a little in that way that reflects twenty years of life experience, but the basic innocence and ingenuousness of her youth that I loved so much still shone through. She was a mature woman, like Carol and Diane, but at heart she was still that innocent teenager I fell in love with. In some ways, she and the others, if not frozen in time, had held it at bay.
I kissed Riekie sweetly on the lips, tasting them with my tongue. She opened her mouth and we explored each others mouths tenderly as the kiss deepened. When we released to get some air, I looked into those eyes again and whispered, "Finally, after almost twenty years, I get to say in person, what I've said to the air every Christmas Eve since 1965 -- Happy Anniversary, Princess."
She cooed back, "Me too -- Happy Anniversary, Darling,"
Carol heard us and another set of lips joined us in a tender kiss as. "Same here -- Happy Anniversary, My Loves."
Diane playfully piled on top of us and smothered us all with sloppy kisses. "What about Happy Wedding Night, guys?"
Diane had given me an idea. I looked at the other two. "In honour of us joining with Muffin and she with us, from tonight on, our Christmas Eve anniversary will be called Wedding Night so there's no confusion of what anniversary we're celebrating. All in favour?"
Three happy females all kissed me wetly and in unison said. "Happy Wedding Night, David."
I returned the kisses. "Happy Wedding Night, My Princesses."
Carol and Diane, giggling, clambered back to their side of the bed and resumed their explorations of each other. I kissed Riekie again, our passion deepening as she got her tongue-suck action going. I felt my toes curling and my penis rising. As we kissed, my left hand found her right breast. I cupped and squeezed, then fondled her breast some more. Her skin on fire, Riekie's right breast quickened and hardened almost instantly and I felt the hard point of her nipple against my palm. I tweaked the small nubbin of her nipple with my fingers. She gasped. I moved my hand to her left breast and did the same. She gasped again. Both breasts now fully erect, I had to see and kiss and suck these delectable morsels! I broke from our passionate French kiss and traced little nibbling kisses down over her throat toward her luscious boobies.
From behind me I heard soft murmurs and moans as Carol and Diane explored their new love.
I kissed lightly, slowly tracing down over her chin onto her throat, tickling with my whiskers. I moved my mouth lower, teasing her flesh with my beard, kissing my way to those wonderful breasts.
I heard gasping from close by as Carol and Diane became more vocal in their explorations.
I lowered my head to her right breast, and gazed intently at that delectable mound of feminine flesh. Her luscious breasts were fuller now, the product of bearing children, slightly larger than a grapefruit, firm, sitting proudly on her ribs with little noticeable sag. The areolas were still that lovely shade of pink, with darker pink, small nipples erect in the centre. Riekie's breasts, like Diane's, were more rounded than Carol's more conical shape. I bent my head, and kissed the nipple of her left breast. My left hand worked her right, squeezing it and tweaking the nipple.
I looked to Riekie's face. Her eyes were closed, lips slightly parted. She was breathing hard. Her hands loosely twined in my hair, holding me to her breast. I tongued the areola, and gave a playful nip at her nipple. She jumped and gasped. Her hands pressed me tighter to her breast. I sucked and chewed. Shockwaves began to ripple through her body. I tweaked her right nipple again. She shuddered. I shifted my position, freeing my right arm from beneath her, rising up a bit, freeing both hands to fondle her breasts. Soon she was gasping and moaning in pleasure.
I heard similar moans and gasps from beside us as Carol and Diane played their own little games of love.
As I tweaked her nipples and massaged both breasts, her whole body started to convulse. Her moaning got louder and more continuous; her hips churned. As I teased those magnificent breasts with my hands, my lips caressed her throat, ears, eyes, and the tip of her nose, my whiskers tickling and teasing her burning flesh. Her moans deepened, her head moved from side to side, and her hips thrust more violently. She started gasping as her hips bucked feverishly. Knowing she was getting near. I squeezed both breasts suddenly, firmly. She arched her back, thrusting them into my hands. I took a nipple between the fingers of each hand, pinched and pulled. Her hips lurched suddenly upward then slammed down. She gasped and yelled. She came, hard and loud.
"OH! OH! David! How do you do that? OH!"
From beside us I heard, "OH! OH! Carol Anne!" I looked over where the sound came from. Carol was poised over Diane much as I was over Riekie. She looked at me winked and grinned. I mouthed a kiss to her.
Riekie's body was wracked by several spasms then she gradually started to wind down, the occasional shudder rocking her. She was coming down from her orgasm, but I didn't want her down all the way. I kissed her again, passionately, then returned my lips to her nipples, teasing them alternately and dragged my whiskers over her sensitive skin, tickling and teasing. Her hands held my head to her breasts as I trailed my left hand down over her tummy, dragging my fingers over her mons, feeling that intense heat I remembered so fondly. I moved my hand lower, tracing the bare flesh of her left thigh, and on down as far as I could reach without stretching. I trailed my hand up the inner part of her thigh. Her legs remained closed. She shuddered and groaned softly.
I heard similar sounds from the other two, and glancing quickly to my right, saw Carol exploring Diane similar to my exploration of Riekie.
When my hand reached where her thighs touched together, I trailed it back down the inside of her right leg. I crossed back to her left leg about the knee. All the while, I used my lips and whiskers to tease her nipples. I stroked with a little more pressure, up her thigh, fingers curling into the more sensitive inner flesh. She opened her thighs a little, allowing me to stroke higher, almost to her crotch. I could feel the heat of her womanhood against the back of my hand. Riekie has always had literally the hottest pussy I've ever experienced. Her physical heat never ceased to amaze me. Her hips pumped gently, and she groaned as my hand stopped short of actually touching her crotch.
I moved my hand down the inside of her right thigh, teasing lightly, crossing back over to her left as I approached her knee. I stoked back upward, this time more fully on the inside. As my hand caressed and teased higher, Riekie closed her thighs tightly and tensed. Thinking she was teasing I placed my hand on her prominent mons feeling the softness of her luxuriant cushion of blonde curls.
I moved my lips back to hers, teasing them with my tongue. Her mouth sucked greedily at mine. She moaned and sighed, sucking on my tongue, her breathing ragged.
I slid my hand from her mons up over her smooth skin to the bare tummy above. I caressed the hot bare flesh there in patterns, finding her cute little belly button. I slid the tip of a finger into the opening, tickling lightly. She gasped, and pulled my face tighter to hers.
My hand traveled southward again, teasingly slow, touched the top of her curls then retreated as she tensed yet again, teasing even more, her hips twisting hard under my hand, seemingly avoiding contact. Our kiss was leaving me breathless. I broke it, and nibbled on an ear, sending shivers through her entire frame. She groaned at the lost contact.
I glanced toward Carol and Diane. Carol was duplicating on Diane what I did with Riekie, and was getting very satisfactory responses. Diane's legs were splayed wide, her hips heaving as Carol's hand explored her.
I nibbled little kisses at Riekie's moist lips as my hand resumed its exploration. Further southward, my fingers tangled lightly in her soft warm hair. She was getting frantic, hips twisting wildly. My fingers pushed farther until they reached the edge of her mons, and probed into her slit.
As my finger brushed her clit, Riekie twisted her hips away completely, almost as if in pain, her thighs clamped tightly together. She broke from our passionate kiss, with an agonized moan and rolled away from me. Suddenly her beautiful body was wracked by gut wrenching sobs. Stunned, I was at a loss. My penis, previously very erect, almost instantly shriveled to nothing. What had I done?
The noises from beside us faded as Carol and Diane became aware of what had transpired in the middle of what appeared to be a wonderful bit of lovemaking.
Shaken, not knowing what had brought this on all I could do was to try to comfort her. I slid my right arm under her neck and around her shaking shoulders and gently wrapped my left arm around her, holding her in a warm protective embrace. She brought her arms up and wrapped her hands tightly on my forearm, hanging on for dear life as she sobbed and sobbed. I leaned over kissed her earlobe and whispered. "Riekie, My Darling? What's wrong? What'd I do? How did I hurt you to make you cry so? Please tell me what I did so I can fix it?"
At first, my words seemed to make her sob even more, but gradually they reduced. I asked again, "Oh my sweet Princess, what did I do? Please, Little One, tell me what I did."
At my words she wailed and started sobbing again, her body convulsing in its emotional pain. I tried pulling her closer to me to comfort her. She pulled away. Ordinarily, I'm a sucker for a woman in tears, but she seemed to be getting hysterical. The more I tried to soothe her, the worse it got and I started to get pissed off. I glanced over my shoulder at Carol. She saw the look on my face, cuddled Diane protectively and nodded.
I took a deep breath. From beside me, Carol muttered, "Uh... oh..."
Then I spoke very sharply. "Riekie Scott!!"
Riekie's sobs ceased immediately. She flipped around, eyes blazing, slapped me hard, and snarled, "Don't you EVER call me that filthy name!"
Almost instantly, she realized what she'd done, her jaw dropped open and she gasped in horror. Suddenly her arms went around my neck and she was kissing me all over the face. She was crying fiercely, but not the hysteria of a few seconds ago. She kept whispering over and over, "Oh, David, I'm so sorry!" As she hugged me tightly to her.
Finally, I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed her out a bit so I could look into her eyes. What I saw there scared the living shit out of me. Pain! Shame! And soul devouring anguish! I knew that awful look, for I'd seen it in the eyes of my beloved Carol Anne twenty years before. The serpent was back, and he was in MY bed on MY wedding night! I felt an all consuming rage, and knew that if I ever found out where the bastard was hiding, I would certainly hunt him down and kill him slowly, ver-ry slowly.
I lost it. I roared, scaring the women half to death. "That son-of-a-bitch! I'm going to kill that filthy rotten fucking son-of-a-bitch! And no one better try to stop me this time!"
I felt a warm hand gently touch my shoulder from behind. I shrugged it off and pulled Riekie close to me, trying to will her pain away and take it into myself. To heal one, thinking the other had gotten away, only to find she'd just buried it deeper was more than I could bear. Suddenly tears welled from my eyes and I bawled like a baby.
Riekie just cuddled into me, wanting to be held, crying her heart out. My own tears quickly subsided as my brain kicked back into gear. I wasn't going to help anything by becoming an emotional wreck myself. Superman shrugged his shoulders and tightened his cape. This time, I would do it right.
Holding her close, I spoke directly into Riekie's ear. "Talk to me Sweetheart. Tell me what's wrong with you."
She hesitated, her body shaken by sobs. "Do I have to use that filthy name again?"
She stiffened, then relaxed. "N-no! D-don't EVER do that!"
"Then tell me what's wrong with you."
"I-I can't..."
"Riekie..."
"Don't!" She pushed back a bit, and looked me in the eye, the pain and shame killing her. "You want to know what's wrong with me?" Her voice was bitter and dripped shame. "I'll tell you! Carol Anne thought she was a slut! I KNOW I'm one! I'm dirty, David! I'm unclean!! I broke my promise to you! I've cheated you and tricked you! I'm nothing but a conniving whore!"
I heard shocked gasps from behind me.
"What promise did you break, Little One?" One step at a time, David! I had an idea where this was going. The cheating and tricking we'd get to later. I had a notion about that, too.
She sighed, but her tears were gone for the moment, and she let it rush out. "I promised you that I would know no man but you. I bragged about it even today, but I knew you'd find out I broke that promise! I hid for almost twenty years, burying my shame in my work. I even fooled myself that I was keeping my promise on my wedding night with Rick. I felt so dirty I couldn't let anyone touch me! I haven't touched myself in almost twenty years, almost as if that nun was right. I've come more times today, in the last twelve or fourteen hours than in all the previous twenty years!
"I love you so much David, it's the only thing that has really kept me going until the twins were born. Through them I had a little bit of you with me every day. But even that wasn't enough and I finally couldn't stand hiding from you any more. After all these years I thought I could at last be able to face you and let you love me. When you kissed me at the airport this morning and I came like I used to, I was sure I could do it, but as soon as you touched me there tonight, the fear and shame came back."
She looked around me to Carol, tears welling in her eyes. "The difference between us Carol Anne? You thought you were used when you weren't. I was used and said I wasn't. That... that animal we called a father actually got his filthy thing inside me!"
From the way she left so suddenly and some things the aunts had told me in the fall, I had suspected for some time that what Scott did to Riekie was as bad if not worse than what he did to Carol. Her words simply confirmed my fears. My rage at that animal grew. Carol and Diane held each other close, weeping for her. Riekie started to break down again. I pulled her into me. I kept my voice level, trying to be as soothing as possible. She had to get this out where she could look at it with her brilliant mind. Something I should have done with Carol and yes, her, all those years ago.
"Did you willingly let him do this to you?"
"NO!"
"Then how did it happen? Tell us exactly what happened."
"You want every detail? Are you as sick as me?"
"No. There's method in my madness, so please just tell us what happened."
Diane leaned over me. "Listen to him Riekie. I've been there and back. I know what you're feeling. David knows what he's doing. Trust him — you have for twenty years. Don't stop now."
"I do trust David, but how do you know what I went through?"
I had wondered if Diane's experience wasn't somehow important to My Girls. Now I was sure, and thought maybe it really was a primer for how to handle Riekie's problem. I answered for Diane. "Riekie, Muffin better than any, knows better than you could ever imagine, and has suffered more than you ever did. She was sexually abused by her step-father for years and we have come to terms with it. We'll tell you her whole story another time. Now, enough! Tell us what he did to you."
"Jeezus! Poor Muffin, I didn't know! But what more do you need to know? He stuck his thing in me, isn't that enough?"
"No. Details, Little One... Details."
Riekie took a deep breath and once she got started, it ALL rushed out. She hardly stopped to breath.
"He was home on holidays and dragged us home from the cottage, which really pissed me off. Then he started into Carol Anne about what you were doing at camp. I knew it was all lies, but he got to her, and we ended up fighting all the time about it. This day, everyone else was out of the house except him. Carol Anne and I had another big fight over what he was telling her about you, and she stormed out of the house. I can't remember where the rest were -- they just weren't home. I was up in our room, and came down to get a drink. He was drunk and made some remark to me about Carol's boyfriend cheating on her. I blew my stack and started screaming at him that he didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. Maybe I shouldn't have, but I'd just had that big fight with Carol Anne, he'd insulted you, and I was on my period, and you know how bitchy I can get then.
Two nubile bodies leaned on top of me, listening raptly.
"I ran out of words and started to cry. Well Mr. Nice Guy puts his arms around me and starts hugging me like I was a little girl again. Then he tried to kiss me, not like a father, but like a lover, and a bad one at that. I was disgusted and angry and pushed him away. He got really angry and said he knew just the thing to teach uppity 'Little Miss Goody Two Shoes' how to behave. Before I could get away, he pushed me down on the carpet and started feeling me up! I fought and screamed, but there was no one there to hear me, and it just made him laugh!
"He held me down, got my skirt up, and ripped off my panties. He saw the pad, and at first I thought that would stop him. Then he laughed and said, 'Well, there's going to be blood anyway'. He thought for sure I was still a virgin. Somehow he managed to hold me down and get his own pants down because I fought all the time. Then he got on top of me and I couldn't move except kick — I could hardly breathe. I was scared to death, but I was mad, too.
I felt two sets of hand squeezing my biceps almost painfully as Riekie told her tale.
"Sweet Pussy was so scared she tightened up so much I could feel it. He was drunk enough he couldn't get his thing all the way hard, but he tried to push it in anyway. He kept pushing and pushing and Sweet Pussy couldn't fight him off anymore, the menstrual blood just made her too slippery. His thing only went in a little bit, but in just the same. It just about killed me, it hurt so badly, and then he started pumping like a jack rabbit. I got really scared then that he would squirt his horrid stuff in me, because I knew it was possible to get pregnant when I was on my period.
"The thought of having his bastard scared and pissed me off so much, it must have given me extra strength. He was starting to move like he was coming. I was furious! I've NEVER been so angry! I just heaved and literally threw him off. He flopped over on the floor, jerking, and maybe a little stunned. I jumped to my feet before he could grab me again, and just as he started to squirt, I kicked him right in the balls. You shoulda heard him scream then! It felt so good I kicked him again. Some of his stuff got on my shoe. I burned those shoes later. I was so mad I ran into the kitchen and got the butcher knife. I was going to cut that horrible thing right off him, but he managed to crawl into the bathroom and had the door blocked with his feet, while he puked in the toilet.
The two females leaning on me as if I was the rink-side boards at a hockey game clapped and cheered at her actions. Carol exclaimed, "I wish you hadda! It woulda saved me a lot of grief!"
"I tried to get into the bathroom to cut him but he had the door blocked. I screamed if he ever came near me again, I'd kill him, and then ran to our room. Poor Sweet Pussy was really hurting. I took a bath and washed her off and out as best I could, trying to clean away the feel of that, that thing. It was days before she stopped hurting.
"When everyone else got home, he was totally drunk, but he could hardly walk either. When Carol Anne came home, I didn't tell her the whole story. I told her he tried to rape me but I got away. Carol Anne couldn't believe her Daddy would do something like that because he was so sweet to her. Because she wouldn't believe me, I thought no one else would, either, so I kept my mouth shut. We had another big fight, and I moved out onto the couch. Nobody knew it, but I slept with that big knife in my hand every night until I left, and I made sure he knew I had it.
"I was so mad I almost cut his throat one night when he fell asleep drunk in his chair. I thought about going to the farm, but what would I have told Mom and Dad? Dad would probably have got out one of his big guns and shot the son-of-a-bitch and got himself in trouble.
"I was still a little scared, but mostly I felt this, this rage. I was afraid if I stayed, even as close as the farm, I might really do something stupid. I was still mad at Carol Anne, too, for not believing me, and I was afraid I might hurt her too. I was so angry I knew I wasn't thinking straight, but I couldn't help myself. So I called the aunts to come and get me as quick as they could. When they asked what had happened, I just told them I'd had a huge fight with my dad and couldn't stand to be near him. I always thought they came pretty quick, but after what you told me about Tante Jo, I think they figured out something close to the truth.
"They came and got me, but before I left, I got him where no one could hear us, and told him I was going to tell you, David. I told him you'd probably kill him, which you probably would have. He begged me not too, because even though he didn't know about us, he knew how protective of me you were. He was always afraid of you because you always stood up to him. I told him I wouldn't tell you if he paid ALL my university expenses. That's why I called it blood money today.
"I wasn't going to tell you, at least not for a while, because I knew you'd do something crazy to him, and I knew I'd be right there helping you do it. So you were right when you said I ran away, but I ran away to protect us from us. We both had too much to lose by doing something stupid.
After I got to Tante Pie and Tante Jo's house and started to cool off, I started to think I'd done something to set him off, that it was my fault. I realized something inside me must have wanted him to do it, or I'd never let him get that far, and that's when I realized I was just a worthless slut, and if you were ever to put Sweet Prince in me again, you'd know right away and hate me for breaking my promise. That's why I never told you at all, even though I originally was going to once things cooled off. I couldn't tell you when I realized I had somehow encouraged him.
"So I hid from you, and except for that short time in Toronto, I've stayed hidden until now. If you couldn't find me, you couldn't call me to you and I wouldn't have to test that promise. But you have been calling me. Everyday I felt your heart calling mine. Your Birthday, Christmas and New year's have always been the worst. This year, the call in August got too strong and I started to answer it. That's why I'm here now.
"I've loved you from the first I met you, and I wanted your baby so bad, I didn't care about school, career or anything else. Remember once you kidded me I was going to get pregnant from one of our sessions and I said I could hardly wait? I wasn't kidding. Then I became my father's slut and I knew you'd never want to make a baby with me, devastating me even more. When I got that placement at the fertility clinic, I had the most brilliant idea. I thought if I could somehow get you to donate some Precious Stuff, I could use it to get pregnant, you wouldn't have to know I was a slut, and I could keep the promise I'd have your baby.
"I tricked you into selling me your seed, and cheated you out of knowing your own children, just proving that I'm a lying, cheating, tricky whore. The look on your face when I told you I'd bought his Precious Stuff just drove the point home. Thank God you loved your kids, though. If you'd refused to recognize them, I'd have killed myself for sure. I'm just a useless piece of shit, anyway. The only thing I've got going for me is those two wonderful little girls."
Riekie ran down and lay there too drained from her story to even weep. I was stunned that a girl with all those brains and her education could convince herself she was at fault in the crime committed against her. I realized right then why we have Rape Crisis Centres and victim help lines. Despite her education and powerful intellect, she'd turned herself from the victim into the perpetrator. My heart broke for her. This girl had been heroic in fighting off her attacker and handled herself well afterward. I wasn't sure where to start, and figured I'd probably need the help of the other two. Diane's experience could be invaluable, but I wanted to try something first — get that impressive intellect working.
Carol and Diane scrambled over me and cuddled Riekie, pushing me out of the way. We all sat up, I got out of bed and started pacing the floor. It must have looked thoroughly incongruous — me pacing the floor in the nude in front three equally nude women, doing rape counseling!
"Riekie, did you fight off that man?"
"Yes!"
"At the time, did you ever just let him do what he wanted?"
"Are you nuts? I fought and screamed the whole time, but he was too big and too strong."
"Did you hear what you just said? Too big and too strong?"
"So? He was!"
"Well, if he decided he was going to hurt you, there wasn't much you could do, right? Riekie, you're the victim, not the criminal. Somehow you managed to get it all twisted around. Now listen to me and listen closely. You. Did. Nothing. Wrong! You didn't break your promise. YOU KEPT IT! By fighting and throwing him off, you kept your promise. You're no slut, you're a GODDAMN HERO and I love you even more for it!"
Diane put her arms around Riekie's neck and kissed her sweetly on the lips, then nuzzled into her neck. "My Hero! I wish I coulda done that to my stepfather."
"Your promise was that you would not know another man. You kept that promise."
Riekie was weeping again, but more willing to listen. "W-what do you mean I kept my promise? He got his thing inside me! He knew me!"
"The terms of your promise were very specific — 'I will know no other man.' You say he knew you, but that in itself doesn't fulfill the terms. And you certainly didn't know him! He forced you. He raped you! To 'know' a man is to do so willingly in open invitation. When a burglar breaks down the door and robs and wrecks your house, do you say he's an invited guest?"
I knelt on the bed, straddling her legs and looked straight into her eyes.
"You said he only got it in a little ways. Let's take the burglar analogy a little further. The burglar broke down the door, but you managed to fight him hard enough, that he only got just past the doorway. You realized that even that far, he could still do a lot of damage. Recognizing the danger, the fury this caused in you allowed you to find the strength necessary to actually throw him out. Not only did you evict him, you actually overpowered him and made him afraid of you."
The truth was starting to percolate through her mind. "I-I never thought of it that way."
"And what were you thinking, besides being angry and scared?"
"I thought how much I loved you, and had to save myself for you at any cost."
I took her in my arms and pulled her close. "And you did, My Darling, and you did."
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"Did you feel violated? Did you feel as if he'd broken your trust?"
"YES! I was shocked! Trust? It was my father! Father's don't do things like that! I never was very close to him as you know. After that I hated him, and I never let him forget it."
"You did nothing wrong, Riekie Lloyd. I KNOW you did nothing wrong. I KNOW you actually kept your promise! You protected yourself and your honour. I'm PROUD of you, my Princess of the Cummy Shoe. You should have kept that shoe as a trophy."
Carol and Diane hooted and giggled at the 'Cummy Shoe' remark. Carol laughed. "Yeah, and you could wave it under his nose and tell him that was the closest he would ever get to REAL pussy!" The two of them got some weird mental image, and collapsed across Riekie, giggling, their amusement brightening the dark mood.
"You're right, I was upset when you told me how the twins were conceived, but what you saw wasn't me being angry or hurt with you, but with myself for being an idiot and not realizing you were hurt as badly as Carol Anne, possibly worse. I'll make you a promise. You WILL have my babies again, and it WILL be the old fashioned fun way! Of course we may have to practice a bit...
"S-so I'm not a slut?" Truth was starting to dawn on her.
"C'mon Riekie! You're smarter than that! Use that powerful brain of yours and connect the dots. You understood well enough when we told you about Jo. She was raped repeatedly by the same animal that hurt you, and yet realized her virginity was as much a state of mind as it was a piece of flesh. She was able to go to her wedding bed as a true virgin.
"Where are you any different? Look deep inside your heart of hearts. Your heart and your subconscious knew instantly that you had been violated and had kept your promise. You KNEW you kept that promise. You've allowed your emotions and second guessing to over rule what you really KNEW. You weren't fooling yourself when you turned Rick away — you were genuinely keeping your promise. It's after the fact you started to second guess your motives.
"Riekie Lloyd, Bsc. Msc. MD., you have one of the most brilliant minds I've ever known. Put that wonderful mind of yours to work and treat this as an entirely new problem. Using the memories made fresh by the telling, consider everything that happened just that day. Use all the problem solving techniques Mom and Dad taught us and all the logic and knowledge you've gained since. Take a long hard look and analyze what happened. Solve the problem! I think you'll arrive at an entirely new conclusion than what you did before."
Stroke Riekie's intellectual ego, treat this as an intellectual puzzle and she couldn't resist. I saw her frown slightly, then she folded her right arm across her chest, the elbow of her left resting on her right hand as her left hand toyed with her bottom lip. Her eyes took on a faraway look as she got lost in thought. I could almost hear a powerful engine start up, gears mesh, and wheels start to turn as she engaged her powerful brain on the problem. It was an awe inspiring sight to behold.