This story involves a guy who after finding out his wife is 
having an affair, leaves the suburbs for a quiet life in the 
city with his teenage son. However, country life isn't 
always quiet when your past comes looking for you. If 
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My House among the Hills
   
Chapter 4
Livin' la Vida Loca
(MF,FF, MFF, bondage, intr, preg)
     
     
     It was halfway through our second week at Disney 
World. I sat at the table in the breakfast nook of the 
adult suite drinking my 3rd cup of coffee. With long days 
at the parks and late evening dinners, I was exhausted. 
And then there was the bed hopping. Somehow my ex-
father-in-law, Simeon Hall, managed to get three suites 
on the VIP floor of one of the nicest hotels at the resort. 
The one I shared with my wives had three bedrooms, and 
each had taken one that they would share with their 
baby.  I would have to rotate between them. At first, I 
thought I had died and gone to heaven. But having to 
perform all night for one of my wives every night, and 
some nights for more than one, I was exhausted. 
Mercifully, the last night they decided to have a big 
lesbian romp leaving me alone in Diane's bedroom.
     
     To say the least, I was startled when the door flew 
open. Maggie, Denise's oldest girl, sprinted into the room 
followed by her little sister Taylor. Behind them, was 
Kenya's daughter, Christmas, saying she didn't know 
what the big deal was. The older two girls were obviously 
worried about something and incomprehensively babbled 
at Christmas until she turned on the TV. I couldn't help 
but laugh at the sight. 
     
     My mood changed when Christmas turned on the TV 
and flipped to CNN. All of us sat in silence as the news 
described a night of near tragedy at the beach we at 
which we normally vacationed. Three luxury beach 
houses, all next to each other, had been firebombed the 
night before. Luckily no one was killed. One by one they 
interviewed three women who had been renting the 
houses. The first was a young African-American woman, 
who was married to an up-and-coming hip-hop artist. 
She and her three children had barely gotten out on 
time. Her husband was just finishing up a tour, so he 
hadn't been there. The next person interviewed was a 
middle-aged Asian woman. She was a single mother and 
a wealthy Washington, DC based lawyer. She and her 
children had just come home from a colleague's house 
and had been awake when a petrol bomb was thrown 
through the window. They had escaped easily, but were 
shaken. The final woman interviewed was a middle-aged 
white woman, with two teenage daughters and a teenage 
son standing behind her. I didn't catch the details about 
their lives other than the fact that her husband was hurt 
after going back into the fire to try to save their baby. 
Ironically, the firemen got there just after he went in and 
the baby was fine. The husband, however, was in a 
medically induced coma. I almost fainted when I heard 
his name, David Bauman.
     
     Hearing a gasp behind me, I turned to see all three 
of my wives standing at the door of the room in which 
they spent the night looking petrified. Meiying was the 
first to speak, saying that if you put all three families 
together they looked a lot like us. Diane pretended that 
she was sure that it had to be a coincidence, though her 
voice betrayed that she did not really believe that. It was 
only the street-smart Kenya, the wife who had seen the 
worst of the world, who clearly stated that whatever 
happened had been meant for us.
     
     Quickly, Maggie was sent to fetch the boys, my son 
Jonathan, Meiying's sons Kai and Quon, and Kenya's son 
Dante. Though we had plans to go out for breakfast, 
Denise took the initiative thinking it would be better to 
order room service. While she placed an order for diverse 
things even convincing the kitchen to make some 
traditional Chinese breakfast foods that were not on the 
menu, the rest of us told the boys what was going on. 
While the older three were obviously nervous, Dante who 
grew up on the streets simply brushed it off saying that 
whoever it was could try to get us but they would be 
sorry.
     
     While everyone else was eating, I called Bob our 
contractor who was also my ex-father-in-law's private 
investigator that watched over us in our hometown. He 
had seen the news and had already been on the phone 
with the rest of the private investigation team. He 
explained that while he wasn't sure what was going on he 
had a good idea. As far as he knew, my ex-wife, Beth, 
was still in El Salvador, where she was apparently the 
mistress to a notorious gang leader. Bob figured that she 
had convinced him to send someone after us. He said he 
would get more information, and call back later.
     
     We knew that we were relatively safe at the parks, 
as Disney's security had been notified about possible 
trouble and two private investigators were tailing us 
anyway. However, knowing the resources that Beth may 
now have at her disposal, we decided that at the end of 
the week it would be a bad idea to fly home on one of my 
ex-father-in-law's planes as we had planned. My ex-
wife's boyfriend's gang could  very well have weapons to 
shoot it down. So at the end of the week our family, all 
14 of us, crammed ourselves into a 15 passenger van 
and began to drive north.
     
     We tried to act like nothing was wrong, but as we 
began a circuitous journey we had a feeling the trouble 
would be following us. The first day we drove through 
Tampa and got as far as Tallahassee. We were confident 
we had made the right decision when we heard that an 
airplane my ex-father-in-law had sent as a decoy had 
been shot at while it was taking off from a small airport 
near Orlando. Luckily, it hadn't crashed.
     
     We traveled to New Orleans, then Little Rock, and 
then Memphis. After celebrating the Fourth of July in 
Nashville, we headed towards Louisville and Chicago. It 
seemed as if trouble was about two days behind us. A 
passenger van had been shot at in New Orleans. There 
had been a firework explosion in Little Rock. And a small 
hotel burned down in Memphis. Not knowing what to do 
next, we continued to Milwaukee and Duluth, across the 
Upper Peninsula of Michigan and down to Detroit. We 
crossed into Canada thinking that whoever was following 
us might have trouble getting across the border, but it 
seemed that the trouble only got closer as the bed-and-
breakfast we had stayed in was burned down just hours 
after we left Toronto. Crossing back into the US we 
continued to Buffalo. We were lucky to find a room, as a 
Jewish war veterans' convention was in town.
     
     We woke up early the next morning with every 
intention of getting back on the road, though to where 
we didn't know. We only knew that we couldn't stay 
anywhere for more than a night. However, when we got 
to the lobby a group of police officers shepherded us into 
a side room. We sat there for several hours apparently 
guarded by about two dozen cops, but nobody would tell 
us what was going on.
     
     Finally, in the late afternoon just as the long 
shadows of evening began to fall across the manicured 
lawn outside the window the door flew open. 
Accompanied by several detectives was Bob. Instead of 
looking worried, he had a big smile on his face. 
Apparently, the night before a low-level drug dealer from 
an El Salvador based gang had been killed in the hotel. In 
the middle of the night he had kicked open the door to 
the room of one Daniel Bauman, a Vietnam veteran, and 
highly decorated Marine. Though the thug had a knife, 
the vet had a gun. Now the gang member, who had most 
likely been the person following us, was lying cold in a 
Buffalo morgue. Though the police were confident they 
had the right man, our security had us hideout in Erie, 
Pennsylvania for the night, and then a few days in 
Pittsburgh. When nothing else happened everybody felt 
safe and we went home. 
     
     Thankfully, we were back with plenty of time to 
make final preparations for Kenya's baby to be born. The 
last week of July I was in the delivery room with Meiying 
and Christmas, while my third wife gave birth to our son. 
As per usual, I had been given no say in picking his 
name, but I thought that Harrison Schultz Bauman was a 
pretty good choice.
     
     *               *               *
     
     Most of the time in life, we simply follow routine. 
Even though there are small deviations every day, we 
give them little thought. However, sometimes the things 
to which we do not pay attention are actually prophetic. 
So it was, a few days after Harrison was home, that 
Denise interrupted me while I was getting a cup of 
coffee. She observed that it was my 4th cup, and that I 
only ever drank three, one for each of my wives.
     
     Looking down at the cup it occurred to me that I 
didn't realize that I had poured a fourth. I was exhausted 
from helping with Harrison the night before, and had the 
additional distraction of two of my wives putting on a 
show. It was early, so the kids were still in bed and I was 
trying to enjoy my breakfast while reading the 
newspaper. Denise and Meiying had other ideas though.
     
     As I sat across the table from them, they started 
with a little nuzzling, and then started kissing. Two of my 
wives were having a hot and heavy lesbian make out 
session in front of me. I tried to ignore them, but soon 
enough Meiying was sitting on Denise's lap with herself 
pajama top unbuttoned. My senior wife was sucking on 
my second wife's nipples. Her hand was down the front of 
Meiying's pants, and she was fingering the Asian beauty. 
It had been when Meiying threw her head back in orgasm 
that I decided I needed that 4th cup.
     
     I thought about taking one of the two women right 
there at the kitchen table, but we were interrupted by Kai 
coming down the stairs carrying Ning, the baby I had 
with Meiying. The youngest ones must've been on a 
similar schedule because shortly after, Maggie and Taylor 
came down with two-year-old Tristan. Soon, the son that 
I had with Denise was throwing Cheerios all over the 
kitchen. Eventually, all the children except for Harrison, 
who had fallen asleep, were in the kitchen. 
     
     As Denise and Meiying played the good mothers, I 
looked over the 10 children, all of which I considered my 
own by this point. In a house filled with as much love as 
ours, it was only natural that they had broken down into 
couples. 17-year-old Jonathan and 15-year-old Maggie 
had known each other since childhood, and then had 
become a couple after Denise and the girls moved in. 
When Meiying moved in the 14 year-olds, Taylor and Kai, 
had hit it off and were now obviously involved 
themselves. When Kenya had arrived with her two 
children, 11-year-old Christmas had all but declared that 
she was a couple with 12-year-old Quon. That left only 
nine-year-old Dante as the only person who was not 
paired off. Even though he was still young, I could see 
that he felt like he was missing something. On one hand, 
he acted like girls were still icky, but he also seemed 
fascinated by the interpersonal relationships that his 
siblings had developed. Someday, I thought, I would help 
him find somebody for himself.
     
     The rest of the day passed unremarkably. Most of 
the time, I was helping Kenya take care of Harrison and 
so by the end of the day I was spent and just wanted to 
go to bed. However, I headed up to my bedroom, I was 
passed by the seven oldest children running upstairs in 
bathing suits. When I got to the third floor, Denise and 
Meiying were waiting outside my door. Both looked 
slightly worried and very guilty. My senior wife explained 
that the kids had convinced them it would be a good idea 
to have an older-kids-only hot tub party in the solarium. 
I just sighed and walked through the door of my room.
     
     The proof of how tired I was, when two of my wives, 
middle-aged but still beautiful, lay down in bed with me. 
Even with one on each side cuddling close I couldn't 
manage to stay awake. I fell into a deep sleep 
interrupted by nightmares. The most salient one had me 
standing in a graveyard. At my side were my ex-father-
in-law, Simeon Hall, and Bob the contractor/private 
investigator. They were both saying how sorry they were 
as we looked out over 13 headstones. I couldn't see the 
names but I knew they were for my wives and children.
     
     About midnight I was awoken to a bloodcurdling 
scream that I knew was Taylor. As my wives and I 
sprung out of bed, we heard a gunshot and the sound of 
glass breaking. We dashed through the bedroom door 
and across the hall into the solarium. When we got there 
we saw the couples from amongst our children holding 
each other shaking in fear. The only child standing was 
Dante. In front of him stood a young Latin woman with a 
gun pointed at his head.
     
     "Oh really," the nine-year-old said. "You really think 
I'm afraid of a gun. Trust me I've seen a hell of a lot 
worse on the streets. I knocked it away once. This time 
I'll beat your ass with it."
     
     The Latin woman coldly stared at him with both 
disgust and respect. "You may be a tough little boy", she 
said, "but I've never missed a shot before that, and I 
won't miss you with the second shot. I'm going to enjoy 
killing you and all your family."
     
     It was like a mongoose attacking a cobra. Almost 
before the woman had finished her sentence Dante had 
sprung on top of her. Pushing the gun up it fired again 
shattering more glass on the ceiling. But the young black 
boy didn't let go this time. Instead, he kicked the woman 
in the knee, and in the moment she was stunned he 
pulled the gun out of her hand. Then holding it by the 
barrel he proceeded to hit her in the head, and then 
continued to pistol whip her as the other boys sprung up 
to help him. In a just a few seconds it had become 
Jonathan holding her arms pinned behind her while 
Dante, Kai, and Quon pummeled her about the body.
     
     Denise, Meiying, and I stood in disbelief as the Latin 
woman's head slumped. Finally, Maggie stood up and 
gently pushed the boys away. With Taylor and Christmas, 
they lowered the unconscious woman to the ground. As 
Maggie cradled the wreck of human life before us, 
Christmas quietly said that she would get their parents.
     
     "Were all here," I heard Kenya almost whisper 
behind me. Apparently, she had heard the scream as 
well, and stood behind the rest of us with the knife she 
had used to kill Denise's ex-husband at the ready. There 
was no need for a weapon though; our children had 
severely beaten the intruder. Eventually, I would call the 
police, but I thought first it would be a good idea to call 
Bob.
     
     Within minutes he arrived, still on the phone with 
somebody. Just after that, one of the local doctors 
arrived and started to examine the woman. He 
pronounced she would live but suggested we get her 
treatment for what might be a severe concussion. The 
woman was still unconscious when the paramedics and 
police took her downstairs to the ambulance.
     
     The woman had had no identification, but everybody 
guessed that she had been sent by my ex-wife's lover. 
Thus, we decided that until people figured out what to 
do, there would be a cover-up. The hospital was told that 
the woman had been found on the side of the road 
apparently pushed out of the car. The police implied that 
they had reason to believe she was a prostitute, and 
convince the hospital to keep things discreet. With that, 
we waited.
     
     About a week later Bob called and suggested I come 
down to the hospital because the woman had woken up 
from her medially induced coma. With Kenya still 
exhausted, I put Jonathan and Maggie in charge of the 
other children so I could take Denise and Meiying with 
me. Then as we drove down the country roads on our 
way to the hospital, we discussed what we could possibly 
say to the woman. However, we hadn't made a decision 
by the time we got there.
     
     As we were ushered into the hospital room, I saw 
Bob sitting on a chair next to the bed talking to the 
woman about how the room smelled of urine from the 
woman's catheter and offering to get her some flowers to 
make it smell better. The woman seemed guarded but 
accepted the offer. Next, Bob declared the hospital food 
to be "shit" and said he could have food brought up from 
a good Salvadoran restaurant a few hours away. As he 
continued to make generous offers to the woman who 
invaded our house she seemed more relaxed. Finally, 
after a while he asked her, "So really, what's this all 
about?"
     
     "My name is Catalina Garcia," she said sounding 
almost relieved. "You probably know who my father is."
     
     "I'm assuming Luis Garcia," Bob said. After the 
woman nodded her head, he continued, "and his lover, as 
I understand it, is Beth Bauman or Hall, I'm not sure 
what name she is going by now. And she convinced him 
to send you here to kill her ex-husband."
     
     With that the woman's head sank. "Yes," she said 
quietly. "He's a terrible man and he did terrible things to 
me when I was young. He promised me that if I killed 
everyone he wouldn't do to my daughter what he did to 
me."
     
     Again Bob acted sympathetic, and asked her what 
her father had done. The woman looked at Bob as if he 
were the stupidest man on the planet, and said, "I'm 21, 
my daughter Maria is seven. You do the math."
     
     With those words my heart sank to the ground. The 
young woman in front of us was broken. Physically she 
still bore the bruises and cuts from the beating our 
children had given to her, and by the sound of her voice I 
could tell that her spirit was destroyed as well. Whereas 
my family had a rich powerful man looking out for us and 
protecting us, she had a rich and powerful man exploiting 
her. At that moment I realized that her place wasn't in 
jail. She needed to be somewhere where she could be 
protected.
     
     I must not have been the only one who thought so 
because Denise slowly walked over to the woman's bed, 
and sitting on the side held her hand gently. For her part, 
Meiying asked Bob if there was any way we could get the 
girl out. He responded that he would try.
     
     A few days later, in what people would only say was 
an absurd turn circumstance, Catalina was convalescing 
on a bed we set up in my office. It was strange that a 
woman who was barely older than a girl and had tried to 
kill my entire family was now living with us.
     
     At first Catalina was suspicious of everything we did 
for her. In a way, I was too. My wives acted like she was 
an honored guest, while my kids acted like threatening 
them with a gun was a simple misunderstanding. I was 
the only person who found her presence disturbing.
     
     That was probably because I almost never saw her 
though she was living in my house. At first I thought that 
she might be refusing to see me, but eventually I 
realized that my wives were behind it. It seemed as if 
one of them was always guarding Catalina. No matter 
what, I was not granted entry to the office. The kids were 
allowed in, as was Bob, but if I needed something I had 
to ask someone to bring it out for me. 
     
     Finally, August became September and the kids went 
back to school. With the house emptier during the day I 
felt that I would have a chance to sneak into the room 
and try to understand exactly what was going on. 
However, it turned out there was no need. One Monday 
just after the older children had left for school, Denise 
summoned me from my morning coffee to talk with 
Catalina.
     
     When I entered my office, I saw Meiying and Kenya 
sitting at one side of the bed. The young Latin woman 
was spread out with her arms and legs tied to the post of 
the bed that had been moved into the room for her. 
Though she had a blanket over her, I could tell that she 
was naked.
     
     "You had a request for our husband, bitch," Kenya 
said sharply. Her voice was strange, as if she were trying 
to sound angry, but only for my benefit. "Well, ask him," 
my third wife commanded.
     
     The Latin woman looked up meekly, but with a 
satisfied look on her face. "Yes, Miss Kenya," the woman 
said, "I'm lucky he will let me ask him." With that she 
turned to me and said, "Sir, your family has taken good 
care of me. But I'm scared-not for myself but for my 
daughter. She still in El Salvador, and I'm afraid my 
father will hurt her, when he finds out that I failed. Your 
wives tell me that if you say so, somebody can help her 
get out. Please, sir, I will serve you for the rest of my 
life, if you grant me this one request."
     
     I didn't know what to say. I obviously wanted to help 
her and I figured my ex-father-in-law would be willing to 
help. However, I could not stand to see her groveling for 
my help, and I especially hated the desperation in her 
voice when she said she would serve me. It made me 
feel sick to my stomach. I would help her, but I wouldn't 
take advantage of her.
     
     "We will help you any way we can," I said, 
emphasizing the word 'we'. "From the moment Denise 
showed up at the door, my son and I have opened our 
home. Denise and her daughters were happy to bring 
Meiying and her sons into our house. And when Kenya 
came, we were happy to help her too. We will help you, 
but you do not need to be our servant. We will do our 
best to help bring your daughter to you, and you are our 
guest as long as you need to be, Catalina."
     
     It looked as if she didn't know what to say. As tears 
began to well up in her eyes, she looked to be grasping 
for words. Finally, she blurted out almost comically, 
"please call me Lena." I knew that in her current state 
that was how she was saying thank you.
     
     When I looked up, all three of my wives were 
smiling, not at me, but it Lena. It was as if they were 
silently telling her, "I told you so." Immediately, I 
realized that they had not been keeping me from Lena for 
any reason other than to prepare her to ask me for my 
help. By the time it got to this point, they already saw 
her as family.
     
     The one thing I did not understand, was why she 
was naked under the sheet and tied to the bed. I thought 
that it might be some way of humbling or humiliating 
her. But it struck me that was not something my wives 
would have done. I was about to ask, but Denise took me 
by the elbow and turned me towards the door telling me 
that I had some phone calls to make.
     
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     Everybody has a weakness-something that they 
need and are willing to do almost anything for. Simeon 
Hall knew this. That was what made him a successful 
businessman. Though he was a gang leader, Luis Garcia 
was also a businessman. It wasn't so much that one was 
willing to buy and one was willing to sell. It's that each 
one of them had something the other needed.
     
     In my ex-father-in-law's case, it was Lena's daughter 
Maria. In Lena's father's case, it was medication. His 
problem was that he was dying, specifically from AIDS. 
Somewhere amongst all the drugs, and guns, and women 
he had just gotten unlucky. He apparently been sick for a 
while, but when he finally discovered why he wasn't 
getting better most medications would not work for him. 
There was an experimental drug that had not even been 
submitted for testing, so most people could not get it. 
But one of Simeon Hall's friends owned the company, so 
my ex-father-in-law. Somehow, through intermediaries a 
deal was made. In late October, we were again waiting at 
the airport, this time waiting for a seven-year-old girl to 
arrive.
     
     Maria was the most surprising girl. First, her English 
was almost perfect, even better than her mother's. Lena 
claimed that this was because her father had paid for 
American tutors. The other surprising thing was how 
open she was to the love of our family. Not only was she 
not standoffish, but she immediately acted like a little 
sister to all of the older children. 
     
     That is, all of them except for Dante, who she 
treated with an affection that one should never have for 
sibling. She listened to his every word and told him how 
wonderful he was. It occurred to me, that our family was 
almost complete. All of the older children have their 
special partner. Jonathan and Maggie, the oldest and the 
first two to pair off, were still together keeping their 
promise not to have sex. Taylor and Kai always seemed a 
little bit awkward around each other, but in a loving way. 
Christmas's outgoing personality complemented Quon's 
quietness perfectly. Now, Dante and Maria could share 
that same bond.
     
     Though nobody had spoken of it, I knew there was 
one thing left. Lena had offered to be a servant, but I 
had turned her down. I also invited her to stay as long as 
she needed to. No one had ever made a mention of her 
leaving, so I figured she was going to stay. That meant 
one thing; I would have a fourth wife.
     
     We consummated her new status on Thanksgiving 
night. What was different about this night, though, was 
that Lena was not brought to my room. Instead, I waited 
outside my door while my wives 'prepared' my new bride 
for me. Each one of them was different, and through 
them, I had experienced sexuality that I never had 
before. I wondered how this young Latin woman would 
be different.
     
     Eventually, the door opened and Denise silently led 
me into the darkness of my room. The first thing I 
noticed was the candles lined up on tables alongside the 
bed. Meiying and Kenya stood on opposite sides of the 
headboard looking solemn. When I looked down, I saw 
Lena with her arms and legs tied so that she made an X 
across my bed.
     
     I must have looked a little confused, because Denise 
softly whispered in my ear, "David, this is how she likes 
it. She will be your wife, but she will always submit to 
you. Now take her."
     
     I could not remember ever getting turned on at 
something like that, but as I looked over her smooth 
brown skin and pubic hair shaved into a line above her 
clit, I felt as if I would explode. In seconds, my clothing 
was on the floor, and I was crawling onto the bed on top 
of her.
     
     When I was fully on top of her, I looked down at her 
face and smiled. I leaned down to kiss her, but she 
turned her head to the side and said she didn't deserve 
it. I thought she did though. So, turning her head with 
my hand, I kissed her hard and deeply. As my tongue 
pushed into her mouth, I heard her mutter thank you.
     
     I began to kiss my way down her body, first her neck 
and then her breasts. It wasn't as if she liked it rough; 
instead, it seemed as if she got excited whenever I took 
what I wanted. She was restrained and could neither 
initiate nor respond. What I wanted, I took.
     
     Finally, as I lined up my cock to enter her, she 
whispered that she was fertile. She seemed worried and 
reluctant, but I figured it might only be an act. That did 
not matter though, I was going to impregnate her 
tonight, just like I had done the first time I was with each 
of my other wives.
     
     There was no need to ease my way in; she was 
dripping wet when I pushed myself all the way inside of 
her. I had thrust inside her maybe five times when she 
arched her back in orgasm and her pussy squirted all 
over my cock. That made me even more excited. As I 
thrust harder and harder, she came again and again. I 
did not know a woman could have that many orgasms.
     
     Finally, I exploded inside of her. I kept my cock 
shoved deep inside making sure that every single sperm 
entered her. Nothing would be wasted. As Lena gasped 
for breath below me, I knew that she would give 
everything to me completely unreserved.
     
     When I pulled out, completely spent, my wives got 
to work. Denise straddled Lena's face, giving my newest 
wife access to her pussy, which the young Latin woman 
gladly started to lick. Denise then bent forward and 
started to work on Lena's pussy in a perfect 69. Meiying 
and Kenya were each straddling one of Lena's legs, 
rubbing against her hard while they kissed. I sat back at 
the foot of the bed and watched as one by one each of 
the women came. I left myself wondering if I could keep 
up with all four of them.
     
     As it turned out, I did a fairly good job. As with all 
my other wives, Lena had gotten pregnant on that very 
first night. Rather than dampening her sex drive, she 
seemed to be turned on even more. I service her as 
much as I could, but when I couldn't Denise did her best 
to keep Lena satisfied. Kenya and Meiying would even 
take breaks from their own lesbian affair to help out. 
Somehow, though, we managed to do it, and for the next 
few months, everyone seemed happy.
     
     Unfortunately, a blessing for one person might be 
bad for others. Just after the dogwood tree in the front 
yard had burst into white and pink flowers, Bob dropped 
by the house. Apparently Lena's father had suddenly 
passed away. Ironically, it was not from the HIV, but 
instead, he was killed when the police were raiding his 
hacienda. With no rich boyfriend to support her, she had 
come back to the US. However, neither Bob nor Simeon 
Hall thought she would be a threat anymore. Apparently, 
she had contracted HIV from the guy and was one of the 
small percentage of people for whom medications were 
ineffective. In other words, she was dying too. 
     
     At first, we were ecstatic. The man who had 
persecuted Lena through her childhood and had then 
tried to have the entire family killed was dead. And the 
woman who had been a threat for so long was 
neutralized. For a while it seemed that we could settle 
down into a peaceful, albeit strange, family life. 
     
     It may have been inappropriate, but we planned a 
party. It wasn't a big party with the children's friends like 
we would have occasionally. Instead, it was just the 
children, my wives, and me. We invited Bob and Simeon 
Hall as a courtesy, since they had done so much for us. 
As expected, they both declined. So quietly we celebrated 
our freedom.
     
     However, in my life, it seemed as if life always 
became more complicated. In the past few years, it 
seemed as if the complications usually involved women. 
So it was no surprise when on a warm evening in Mid-
May I found myself standing at the door with Denise at 
my side there was a woman standing before us. 
     
     Though she was emaciated and looked like she was 
about to die, I recognized her immediately. It was my ex-
wife Beth. Her eyes darted nervously but sadly between 
my eyes and those of her former best friend before 
saying, "I have nowhere else to go." 
     
     -End-

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