The phone rang at six, startling Diana out of a dream that she could not quite remember as she heard her husband thanking the desk for the wake-up call. “You told them to wake us at six?” she asked, blearily looking at her watch. “Why? We’re on vacation, aren’t we?”
Jeff snatched the cover back. Diana’s nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, even though she had worn a teddy to bed. She leaned over, grabbed Jeff’s morning erection and encircled it with her mouth, but he pulled away, saying, “We don’t have time for that. We’ll need all day to check out the building and acreage. Let’s get a move on. We can stop for breakfast at a Waffle House, or something of the sort, on the way.”
As he started to enter the bathroom, Diana called after him. “She started, Jeff. She’s not pregnant.”
Jeff hesitated before going on into the bathroom without answering. In a moment, he said, “Check my bag, Babe. Both of you have birth control pills in there, with refills for a year. They’re not the same brand that you took before. They’re supposed to work after only three days. You need to read the instructions. I don’t know whether you start them today, or not.”
Diana got the pills and headed for Arlene’s room to wake her.
A little while later, they were in their Escalade and Arlene was anxiously reading from the directions. Jeff laughed and said, “I’ve been there before,Kiddo. I think I can find the way, but you can be my navigator, just in case. Of course, we could cheat and use the GPS,” he teased. “The trip was a couple of months back and I wasn’t driving.”
Diana had already found a state map in the glove compartment, and she and Arlene set out to make sure Jeff did not get lost, saying it would be more fun finding it on their own rather than using the GPS. Since Jeff had not eaten last night, he was more interested in breakfast than their directions. He found what he was looking for soon after getting on the main highway.
While they ate, Diana tried to tease her husband and chitchat, but he made little response, obviously still very down. We have just received a hundred and fifty-five million dollars, a multimillion-dollar house, or some such, set on more than six hundred acres, and a new car – a Cadillac for crying out loud – but he is still down. My fucking Jack and Arnie has obviously hurt his ego an awful lot. Will he ever get over it? Will he ever forgive me? She smiled at him and kissed him on the cheek. Catching Arlene’s eye for a second while Jeff paid for their meal, Diana realized that her daughter was worried, too – big time.
As they got back in the SUV, Arlene hugged Jeff’s neck, “Thanks, Daddy. You’re the best.”
“For what, Punkin?”
“Everything. Just everything.”
Jeff smiled a little, but didn’t say anything else. Soon, they were on their way again.
“Looks as if Winter Park is about two thirds of the way there. I’ve heard of it, but of course, never been there. Did you go through the city when you went to the conference you were talking about?” Diana asked.
Jeff glanced at her, “Yeah, we did. You don’t really have any choice. There aren’t a lot of roads in these mountains,” he said, pointing ahead of them. “We stopped for gas there, and I picked up a brochure at the station while Tingle was filling the vehicle. The cashier told me that some snow fell almost every month of the year. Winter Park is actually in a valley, but its elevation is still nine thousand feet or so at the town center. I remember reading that Winter Park, Colorado is the highest incorporated town in the US. I think that includes the ski resorts, though. The altitude of one of them is something like twelve thousand feet, if I remember correctly.”
Hesitating a moment, he continued, “I thought we might come here on vacation sometime. Looks like we made it. It’s a beautiful place, as everything seems to be in this area,” he finished, looking at the still snow-capped mountains in the distance.
A while later, they had crossed a mountain, were out of the snow and passing through Winter Park. Jeff motioned to a small restaurant on the left. “We’ll have to come back here one day soon.”
“That place, Daddy?”
“Yeah. Tingle, like I said, was driving when I came up. He insisted that we had to stop there.”
“It’s small,” Diana said, trying to be noncommittal as she checked out the nothing-special building.
“Yeah, it is that, but the lady who runs The Kitchen is a character. She has signs all over. One of them says something like, IF YOU ARE IN A HURRY – GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.”
“And she gets any business?” Diana asked.
Jeff laughed. “The place is frequently packed. They process one order to completion at a time. When your meal is served, they start on the next one. One at a time. Quality, not quantity.”
“But it looks like their customers would get mad and leave – and not come back.”
“It’s a different world here. There just doesn’t seem to be a rush. Besides, she warns you with the signs ahead of time. If you are in a hurry, go somewhere else.” He laughed, saying, “After tasting the food, I won’t mind waiting for it again. I sure didn’t that time. And besides...”
They all chimed in with, “IF YOU ARE IN A HURRY – GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.”
Diana glanced over at her handsome husband. For a little while there, my Jeff was back. But now the laughter is gone and his face has that lonesome look again.
Three-quarters of an hour, and one wrong turn later, they were high in the mountains. They had followed a small, winding and very steep road for several miles before turning into a driveway that seemed to go on and on, mostly up a cliff face. Diana’s side of the vehicle was on the outside of the curve. She could see for what seemed like forever, straight down. When the switchback came, Jeff got the “view,” as he called it. Diana called it, “scared to death.”
“This is our driveway?” Diana whined.
“Yeah...” Jeff slurred, drawing out the word as the Escalade shifted into first, the big engine’s noise mounting as the slant of the drive increased upward.
“Oh, shit,” Diana quietly said. To her, the driveway seemed to suddenly go straight up.
“You’ll get used to it,” Jeff said. But Diana noticed he did not look down on his next turn, and he had both hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“The man who brought the SUV said they would be up in a few days with snow tires that we could change out when we needed them. He said they were already on the rims, and we could just swap out the wheels when winter comes.”
“You will be driving from now on. I’m not going to drive down this driveway,” Diana forced out while trying to look anywhere but down.
“You’ll get used to it. Besides, the drive is plenty wide enough, paved all the way, and those rails on the side appear substantial.”
“Yeah. Right,” Diana said, closing her eyes.
Arlene, trying to get her mind off the sheer drop, took out one of the long cigarettes and lit it. Diana, who had just opened her eyes, caught Jeff looking in the mirror. “Jeff, I know she looks sexy with that cigarette, but if you take your eyes off that road one more time I’m going to get out and walk. I don’t like this,” she said, trying unsuccessfully to keep her voice to a normal tone as her eyes were drawn to the seeming drop-off to nowhere that was muchtoo close.
“I wasn’t...” Jeff started.
“The heck you weren’t, Jeff Matthews. Now get us to this place in one piece before I wet my pants.”
They glimpsed something through the trees as they neared the top of the bluff. “Jeff, uh ... that can’t be it. Can it?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” Jeff said, glancing where Diana was looking.
A little later, they pulled into the circle in front. Arlene and Diana both let their windows down, but neither said a thing. They just stared.
“Jeff, you have the wrong place,” Diana said, uncomfortably. “This can’t be right. It’s ... it’s a hotel or something – a beautiful, fancy hotel. Or maybe a ski lodge. No, it must be a resort of some kind. A ski lodge would never be this beautiful.”
“It’s neat is what it is,” Arlene broke in.
Diana, out of words, just sat staring.
Jeff laughed. “Oh, this is the place. I’ve been here before, remember?” he said into the silence.
Arlene was trying to count windows, but lost count because of the trees in the way.
When Jeff realized what she was trying to do, “Won’t do you much good to count windows. It’s built vaguely like a big triangle, although expanded on the narrow end. They passed out maps. It didn’t take me long to realize that I needed one.”
“I love the architecture,” Diana quietly said, still staring at the terraces and something like alcoves that broke up the outline of the structure. “This hasto be the most beautiful building I have ever seen. It must have cost millions – many millions. It just can’t be ours,” she finished, awe in her voice.
“Well, a billionaire did have it built. I don’t know who designed it, but I’m with you. I’ve never seen anything like it. But it is ours. Lock, stock and barrel, as they say, and there’s six hundred and forty acres of the mountain to go with it. Hell, we even have the mineral rights.”
Jeff put the big SUV back into gear. “I’m going to see if I can figure out how to drive around to the back. With all this stuff we have with us, I want to be as close to a door as possible. In the front here, you have to ride an elevator up to the first floor, and you can’t park very close, anyway.”
As they climbed a grade and circled around back, Diana said, “There’s the garage.” Then a moment later, “Good grief. How many doors does that thing have?” as she eyed the long building sitting a hundred feet or so from the main building. “And there seems to be another garage that’s part of the main building, but it’s closer to the other end.”
Jeff chuckled. “Remember Mr. Wainwright said they built this for a conference center, and a retreat. It’s big. So they probably needed a lot of garage space for all the people. Undoubtedly, there is a lot of snow up here in the winter and you wouldn’t want to leave your car out.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Diana responded, looking at the size of the beautifully landscaped parking lot between the retreat and the garage.
Spying a back door, they pulled near and got out of the SUV. “The alarm code is sixty-nine, sixty-nine,” Jeff offered
“Oh, Jeff,” Diana said as they mounted the steps, “That’s tacky.”
Jeff laughed as he slipped the key into the lock. “I guess we can change it to, two sixty-nine, sixty-nine.”
Arlene piped up with, “Or to sixty-nine, sixty-nine, three.”
“Young lady!” Jeff admonished.
When he started to say something else to Arlene, Diana gouged him in the ribs. “Don’t be such an old fuddy-duddy. Besides, I think it’s funny – and,you were the one who started it,” she finished with a chuckle.
Jeff scowled a bit, but inserted the key, opened the door and quickly entered the alarm code.
Diana looked around her. “If this is the mudroom,” she exclaimed, “it’s as big as our master bedroom at home.”
“At home?” Jeff grinned. “This is our home. Remember?”
Diana pushed the door open to the hallway, stopped and just stared at the opulence. “Oh, my,” she sighed out, then started down the hall with the other two following, but the hall soon branched into other, even longer halls. After a couple of wrong turns, she found the kitchen, well – she thought it was the kitchen. She just stood there, stunned. “You could run a restaurant out of this place. It’s huge. On second thought, I’d be willing to bet there are a lot of big restaurants with kitchens a lot smaller than this.”
Diana started down one side, running her hand along the shiny granite countertop. Stopped, she leaned across the extra wide counter to slide a door. Dashing down the counter, she opened door after door, then turning to Jeff, “They’re appliance garages,” she exclaimed. Then at Jeff’s raised eyebrow, she continued, “Like my little mixer garage on the kitchen counter in Georgia, except ... they’re big as well as recessed into the wall behind the counter, so counter space isn’t used up. Oh, Jeff. They’re full of everything. And it’s all industrial size. And look how wide the counters are, and they’re granite – beautiful granite. Oh, Jeff, this isn’t just granite, it has to be a specialty item. Oh, Jeff, I can’t believe... “ Her voice trailed off as she continued to explore.
While Diana was pulling out appliances from their little homes, Jeff stepped off the kitchen. “Shit, this kitchen is almost as big as our house in Georgia,” he said, but was interrupted by Arlene before he could comment further.
“Mom, Dad! There’s a walk-in freezer, and it has double doors,” Arlene said, going through first one, then on through the other. “And it’s huge,” came her muffled voice, even though the doors were open, “and it’s packed with all kinds of meat, and oh, just everything,” she finished, turning round and round, trying to look everywhere at once, just as Jeff and Diana caught up with her.
Diana picked up a package of steaks. “Hon, this meat is specially wrapped. Look at the thickness of the paper.” Then a second later, “It’s double wrapped to help keep down freezer burn.”
“Well, they used the place sporadically, but when they did, I suspect there were a lot of people here. Makes sense I guess.”
Arlene, hugging herself, started for the door. “I’m freezing.”
Jeff laughed at her antics as she rushed out. “That’s the reason your mother and I took time to put on the coats that were hanging in the airlock before we came in.”
Arlene stood just inside the kitchen door, prominent bumps displayed on the front of her blouse, even through her bra. “I’ve never been in anything that was forty below zero before,” she said when her mother and dad were back in the kitchen, after hanging their coats and securing the doors.
Jeff inadvertently focused on her nipples, then quickly averted his eyes, scolding himself for looking at his daughter, but Diana saw, and also noticed how quickly he looked away.
Diana opened a door on the same wall as the freezer, then stopped. “That’s not all the frozen stuff,” she said, there are two big stand-up freezers in here, and this pantry is bigger than our whole kitchen in Georgia.
Jeff stepped into the “L” shaped room. The base of the “L” ran along the back wall of the kitchen, then the long section of the “L” ran the length of the kitchen behind the counter where Diana had opened the appliance garages. There was even an office opening off the base of the “L.”
“Jeff,” Diana said, stunned. “We’ll never be able to eat half this before it spoils. This place is like ... a grocery store.”
“Well, Frank said it was stocked. He didn’t say it was stocked for fifty people for a year, though,” he said with a chuckle. “We’ll give part of it away. There are bound to be some schools, or churches in the area that would be glad to get some extra food. Come on,” he finished, taking Diana by the arm and starting her out of the pantry, “Let’s see what else we can find.”
“Dad,” Arlene said, “why do you suppose there are two, big kitchen tables in here? And they’re nice. Not like anything I’ve ever seen in a kitchen before.”
Before Jeff could answer, Diana said, “If I’ve counted correctly, the bigger table seats twenty, and the smaller, ten. I suspect this is where the help ate.” She ran her hand over the contoured leather back of one of the kitchen chairs, “But if the help ate in this much luxury, I wonder what the dining room looks like.”
Jeff chuckled again, “I’ve been in one of the dining rooms. Total luxury. Wainwright knows how to spend money, no doubt, and Wainwright, Inc. practically manufactures the stuff. Plus, he is supposed to own several other ‘satellite’ companies, whatever that means, according to Tingle. From what I hear, the guy is a billionaire several times over.”
Arlene sat at the bar that ran partway down the kitchen, nearer the tables than the other side, slowly spinning herself. “Dad, this seat feels better than your recliner at home, and it is leather, too. If Mr. Wainwright used leather and granite in the kitchen, I wonder what the furniture is like,” she said, sliding out of the deep seat and heading for the door. “Come on, Mom, let’s find the living room,” Arlene gushed, headed out.
In the hallway, they stopped, deciding which way to go. “I think it’s down to the left,” Jeff said, “but I don’t think they called it a living room. I think it was called a sitting room.”
Another seventy-five feet or so, and Arlene opened large double doors on the right. As Jeff followed the women, he bumped into them as Diana and Arlene froze in the doorway. The floor-to-ceiling glass wall gave a spectacular view of the landscaped front with elegant, wide-spaced trees starting almost against the building. A hundred yards or so farther, they could see the driveway curve around to the beginning of the switchbacks that eventually descended to the unseen county road, over a quarter of a mile away. The room had numerous recliners, and overstuffed, beautiful furniture – all appearing to be done in leather. Numerous tables of various types were situated about the room, and the biggest TV screen that Arlene and Diana had ever seen hung on the left wall above the biggest fireplace they could imagine. It had to be at least ten feet wide. The room was huge, the furniture tasteful and made for comfort.
As Jeff gently pushed the women forward, he said, “I’ve been in here just once, and then for only a little while, the one night I spent here. But it is beautiful, isn’t it?”
As Diana turned to the right, she grabbed her husband’s hand. “Oh, Jeff. Just look at that stairway ... That has to be mahogany. Oh, my,” she finished, her voice trailing off as she took in the elegant slow curve of a grand stairway at the other end of the room. “Can’t you just imagine a bride walking down that?”
From the look on Arlene’s face, she could, and there was little doubt just who the bride was that she was imagining.
Diana turned to her husband with a sparkle of moisture in her eyes, “Jeff, this is the most beautiful room I have ever seen in my life. You could put – I don’t know – a hundred people or more in here. Can this really be ours?” she asked, barely audibly.
“It’s ours, Babe; that’s what the contract says. And there’s a deed in there somewhere with the contract that says the six hundred and forty acres that surround the place, are ours as well.”
“What will we ever do with this much room, Jeff?”
“Any damn thing we want to,” he said, laughing.
Diana tensed, then looked at Jeff, “Where did you put the keys?”
“Uh, I laid them on the kitchen counter. Why?”
“Don’t you dare just lay those keys down. If we lock ourselves out of this place, what would we do? It must have been miles since I last saw a house. And I’ll bet our cells won’t work in these mountains,” Diana scolded.
“There’s an extra set of keys in the glove compartment of the SUV, but if we locked ourselves out of the car and the house; yeah, I guess you’re right; it would be a long walk to a neighbor’s to call a locksmith. We’re going to have to hide a key outside somewhere.” He thought for a moment. “I guess there will have to be a lot of changes. A two-hour drive to a supercenter would surely make for a careful grocery list. And when did we see the last gas station?”
“Are we really going to live here, Daddy? I mean, it’s like in the middle of nowhere.”
“We can damn well live anywhere we want, but maybe this is just what we need right now,” he added, with that look like he had lost his last friend washing over his face.
I guess he feels like he has lost his friend, his “life’s best friend,” as he used to call me. I should have killed Jack, instead of letting him fuck me. What the hell was the matter with me? I’ve never acted that way in my life. She shook her head before the tears came. “Come on. A place this big is bound to have an entertainment center, or whatever they call it.”
Jeff grinned. “I think we have a couple – one on each floor. There are other sitting rooms, as well.”
Diana looked around again, smiling. “Well, we’re going to call this one our living room.”
Arlene said, “You guys are too slow; I’m going exploring on my own,” and dashed off down the hall.
“Don’t go outside until we talk, Arlene,” Jeff called after her.
“Okay, Dad,” she yelled back as she found another room to investigate.
At Diana’s inquisitive look, Jeff said, “Tingle explained that there were bears in the mountains.” As the look on Diana’s face morphed into a frown, he quickly continued, “There aren’t a lot of them and they are not normally aggressive, but certain precautions are in order. Outside garbage cans are bear-proof, you don’t grill where the bears can get to the grill, all the windows in the center are well above a bear’s reach, and several other things. Someplace around here, probably either in the office or the kitchen, there is a book about the place. It has common-sense bear rules, too.”
Jeff motioned for Diana to come over to the wall window, where he showed her how far it was to the ground. “Bears aren’t normally aggressive to people, and if you don’t feed them, or otherwise attract them, and remember that they are wild animals, they will, generally, leave you alone. Tingle said he had never seen a bear around – ever.”
Diana relaxed a bit, but was still a little uncomfortable with the idea. “I guess there is a lot we’ll have to get used to. I’ve always been a city girl, and this isn’t exactly downtown. Let’s look around some more. Where is the master bedroom? I need to use the bathroom.”
“You’ve got me. I only stayed here one night, and I used a suite on the next floor. I ate my meals in a dining room on the same floor. There are several offices on both floors in the back wing. I never did get to the third floor. There is about a zillion bathrooms, as Arlene would say. We’ll go and find you one.”
Eventually, they got tired of exploring, although much remained, winding up in the kitchen to fix lunch. Diana and Arlene had been there for several minutes before Jeff came wandering in. “Jeff, there’s every appliance I’ve ever heard of, and several that I have no idea what they do,” Diana gushed.
“Good,” Jeff laughed. “Then you’ll have enough equipment to make me a sandwich?”
“Will, uh ... There’s one little minor thing ... We don’t have any bread.”
“Yes we do, Mom. I saw some listed on the inventory for the walk-in freezer,” Arlene said, as she took off for the freezer. A clattering of door latches, then a muffled voice asked, “What kind? We have wheat, rye, sandwich sliced...”
“Wheat,” Diana yelled, laughing.
“Will frozen bread be any good?” Jeff wondered.
Diana just rolled her eyes. “A couple of minutes in the microwave and it will be just as good as it was when it was brought in here.”
“Oh,” Jeff said. “I knew that.”
“Yeah, right,” she laughed, opening a cabinet door to see what was inside. “But we don’t have fresh fruits and vegetables, for obvious reasons,” Diana said.
“There’s a pad hanging on the wall. Tell me what you need as you fix the sandwiches, and I’ll start your list. It still seems weird, though, to make out a grocery list with all that food in the pantry and freezers.”
“There’s certainly no hurry,” Diana agreed, as Arlene put a loaf of frozen bread into a microwave and turned it on, “but we can pick up some fresh things when we go back into the city.”
During the next five days, they read the booklet about the house and explored. Jeff, ever the electrical engineer, checked out the propane backup generators with their huge tanks, the two town-sized wind generators farther up the mountain behind the house, and the solar heating system that stored its energy below ground to be used as the day cooled off toward night.
Even in the second week in June, the temperature often dropped below freezing at night. On the third day it was cloudy, and great, fluffy flakes of snow started falling. They had two inches of accumulation that was gone the next morning, but while it was there, it made the driveway even more interesting than the first trip had. Interesting to look at, but they didn’t drive down it.
Early on, they spent a day sightseeing, ate at the restaurant Jeff had pointed out, then found a good-sized grocery store so they could have some fresh fruit and vegetables.
Now, a week later, Jeff’s mood had darkened, instead of improving. He frequently sat on one of the decks, supposedly reading, but he seldom turned a page. Diana watched him from the glass door that opened onto the deck. His eyes were focused in the far distance, his face slack, seemingly unaware of his surroundings.
As she turned away, she realized that Arlene had been watching, too. Their eyes met, but they didn’t exchange words. They went into the kitchen and Diana poured them coffee. She put sweetener and cream in, then sat silent, stirring as her eyes overloaded yet again. “I’m going to lose my husband,” she gasped, as she dropped the spoon and sobbed, cradling her head in her arms as she leaned forward onto the table. “What am I going to do? I’ve tried everything I know. I’ve tried to entice him sexually; I’ve begged him on my knees to forgive me,” she moaned, her voice partially muffled.
Sighing, she sat up and looked at Arlene, whose eyes were full of tears, too. “I’ve even tried to get him to go to a marriage counselor. That got a rise out of him all right,” she told Arlene. “He pointed out that there might be consequences when we told the counselor that Jeff had burned Jack’s house down to make sure all the pictures were destroyed, then beat him up, maybe permanently maimed him, and threatened to kill him on sight. Not to say anything about taking Arnie’s hard drive and his pictures, and, I assume, threatening him as well.”
“Momma, I’ve tried, too,” Arlene said as she leaned to take her mother’s hand. “You know I have, but he hardly ever says anything. I jumped on his lap yesterday, and he fussed at me. He won’t play with me, or tease me the way he always has. I’ve apologized to him, too. I’ve told him how stupid I was, and that I won’t ever do anything like that again, but it doesn’t do any good. What can we do? I don’t want you and Daddy to get a divorce. What will I do?” she finished, sniffing.
After a while, Diana dried her eyes with a paper towel, handing Arlene one, too. She sat back down and looked at her daughter sitting across the table from her. “Baby, I keep having this idea. It may be a stupid idea, but it’s the only idea I can come up with. But even if it worked, it would not be easy on either of us. And ... I’m afraid it might make things worse. The thing is, I’m scared every time your father calls my name. I’m afraid he’s going to say, ‘Diana, I want a divorce’.”
Arlene came around the table and sat down beside her mother, taking Diana’s hands in her own. “Oh, Mom, is it that bad?”
“Yeah, Baby, it is. I know my husband. He’s making a decision – a hard decision. If it were going to come out for the good, he would have already made it. He is going to divorce me. The thing is,” she sobbed, “I don’t blamehim.”
Diana and Arlene cried together for a while, then Arlene asked, sniffing, “But you said you had an idea?”
“Yeah, but the cure is almost as bad as the disease.”
“What are you talking about, Mom?” Arlene queried, becoming frustrated.
“Have you ever heard the expression ‘hair of the dog that bit you’?”
“Yeah, I think. I’m not sure.”
“Well, it is sometimes said, for instance, when someone has gotten drunk the night before, and wakes up with a hangover. ‘Hair of the dog that bit you, ‘ would be, in that case, drink a little more of the liquor that got you drunk, to ease the hangover.”
“Oh, I get what you are saying, but I still can’t relate it to Dad.”
“Well...” Diana hesitated, took another sip of her coffee with trembling hands and continued, “Your dad caught us fucking Jack and Arnie, andfound out that it had been going on for a week.” As Arlene started to say something, Diana waved her hand to wait. “Your dad didn’t participate in any of this, yet he had to watch his wife and daughter coming like a couple of sluts – coming for other men.”
“Yeah, Mom. We’ve gone over and over that...”
Diana almost whispered, “Like I said, he was not able to participate. But what if he were able to do just that?”
“But, Mom, how could he do that. It’s over.”
Diana looked her daughter straight in the eye. “Simple, Baby. You just fuck his brains out.”
Arlene sat unmoving, then to Diana’s consternation, began laughing. The absolute, last reaction Diana expected out of her daughter.
Diana was angry. “Look, I said it might be stupid, but it’s the only idea I’ve had. Laughing at me doesn’t solve anything,” she snapped.
“Mom, I’m not laughing at you,” Arlene quickly returned, grabbing her mother’s hand. “It’s just the irony of the whole thing, I guess.” Arlene was quiet for a moment, then as Diana started to say something, Arlene shushed her. “Mom, I guess I need to tell you something, but you have to promisethat you won’t tell anybody, not even Daddy.”
Diana sighed. “Look, Baby, we already know enough on each other to last for a lifetime. So...”
“Mother, I’m serious. You have to promise me,” Arlene said, squeezing Diana’s hand.
“Okay, Arlene,” Diana sighed, again, “I promise.”
“ ... To not tell even Dad?”
“To not even tell your Dad.”
“Okay, Jennie and Melissa, are both fucking their dads,” Arlene, said, expressionless. (Jennie and Melissa are two of Arlene’s best friends.)
The timing couldn’t have been more wrong. Diana had just started to pick her coffee up for another sip, expecting Arlene to have some big secret that would actually be nothing. She fumbled the cup, not quite breaking it, but spilling coffee over the table and herself.
Arlene jumped up to grab a roll of paper towels, but Diana just sat there, coffee dripping from the table onto the shiny floor. She could not think of anything to say.
Arlene wiped up the table, and Diana automatically cleaned the floor, her mind numb. Both girls are sixteen and just as sweet and well-mannered as you could ask for. I can’t believe this.
“Mom, don’t gross out,” Arlene admonished, “There are at least three more girls in my class that I know are doing it. And I’ll bet there are others, too.”
Softly, Arlene continued, “When I first started masturbating, I used to think about Daddy all the time. Uh – still do. I know other girls who have told me they do that while thinking about their dads, too.” Looking at her mother, she boldly asked, “Didn’t you think Granddad was sexy when you were my age, or a little younger?”
Diana started to hotly deny it, but then she thought how candid her daughter had been with her. “Yeah, I guess I did, Baby. But are you sure that Jennie and Melissa are really having sex with their fathers?”
“Yes, Mom, I am. And they weren’t raped, either. Both of them told me that they seduced their fathers.”
Diana found herself answering, “Actually, it doesn’t matter, the girls were underage and that is called statutory rape. Not to mention incest,” she finished.
“But you have known them for years,” Arlene pointed out, “and you didn’t notice a thing. I’ll bet you thought they were both still virgins.”
Diana remembered thinking that she never saw either of the girls with boys, and did, indeed, think they were virgins. Both were almost a year older than Arlene, but they were not wild like some of Arlene’s friends. She had always felt a little relieved when they came to visit, instead of some of the other girls. I never saw anything wrong with either of them. Wrong with them? Now I’m asking my daughter to do the same thing. “How long has this been going on?”
“Well, Melissa started when she was fourteen. I think Jennie was fifteen. They were both virgins.” Arlene paused for a second. “Mom, you remember all the racket about the guy, Ted, who had to drop out of school with AIDS? Well, he had screwed a number of girls in several grades. I sure don’t want to have sex with any of the boys at school. I might get AIDS, too.”
“But you screwed Arnie.”
“Yeah, a couple of times before he came in the house that day so mad, and he used a rubber. But I wasn’t afraid of Arnie giving me AIDS; he was a virgin for sure. But could a girl be safer than to have her first time with her father? At least she would be starting out with someone who already loved her, and would hurt her as little as possible. Jennie and Melissa are doing better in school than they ever have, and they are both on the pill. Their parents don’t have to worry about them getting pregnant by some boy that just wants to get his rocks off. And, they don’t have to worry about disease.”
Arlene poured her mom some more coffee and warmed up her own. “I could have a great time fucking Daddy, but then you would probably be mad at me forever.”
Diana stirred in creamer and sweetener. She could not seem to get her mind off this new revelation. It took a moment for her to realize what Arlene had just said. Some part of her thought she should scold her daughter for the blunt way she had spoken, but realized she, Diana, had just used almost the same words. “Arlene, maybe I should have said, make love to your Dad, not fuck him.”
“Mom, get real ... Daddy isn’t in the mood to make love. He needs to fuck somebody’s brains out, just like you said. Now, how are we going to do this?” Arlene asked, her mood suddenly bubbly.
“Well, you don’t have to be so eager,” Diana retorted.
“Why not? I got turned on to sex, whether I wanted to or not. Besides,” she giggled, “I would love for Daddy to stick that big thing up my pussy.”
“How do you know how big it is?” Diana asked, bemused in spite of herself as she sipped her coffee.
Arlene giggled again, “Well, I peeked in the bedroom the other morning when you were trying to give Daddy a blowjob. It’s a lot bigger than Jack’s,” she said, almost squealing. “It will go in me, won’t it Mom? I know it will probably hurt like everything in the beginning, but I just know I can take it.”
Diana sighed, and looked at her daughter. “I was very bothered by bringing this up to you. But it was a desperate idea. Now I’m beginning to think it may be an even more stupid idea than I originally thought.”
“Why, Mom?” Arlene asked, staring at her mother. “Are you jealous now that you’ve found out that I would love to fuck Daddy? Maybe we can both realize, just a little of what he must feel,” she said, seriously. “If you want me to seduce Daddy, I will, or at least I will try. But I can’t just fuck him one time. I would go stark raving crazy with just once. I’ll want it to continue.” Diana started to say no, but Arlene hushed her. “Be reasonable, Mom. All one time is going to do is make him feel guilty. That’s what Melissa said happened to her dad. But when her Mom got into it too, he finally accepted it and started screwing her brains out every chance he got.”
“You mean that Melissa’s mom knows about this?”
“Sure, and so does Jennie’s.”
“I can’t believe that a mother would let it happen.”
“Let it happen. You want me to do it.”
“Yes, Baby, but this is different. Your dad is so far down and...”
“The way my friends tell it, both of their moms know about it and are pleased with it. There is probably a lot more sex around their houses than there has been for years. At least that is what my friends say.” Arlene grabbed her mother’s hand. “So when do we do this, and what do we do to set it up? Dad won’t be easy. He might just throw me out and disown me.”
Diana’s face hardened. “We can’t wait any longer. I’m afraid Jeff will ask me for a divorce very soon. Once he makes up his mind, nothing will change it. So, tonight. We do it tonight. We have to plan. We have to keep him busy this afternoon and evening until he goes to bed, so he doesn’t have time to ask me for a divorce. He wouldn’t just blurt it out. He would set me down somewhere, then tell me. We have got to make this work if we have to tie him up and have you rape him. It’s got to work the first time!” she finished, desperation evident in her voice.
“With this being a tourist area, there is bound to be movie rental places around as well as game rooms.” Glancing at her watch, “It’s three now. We could get him to drive us down to rent some movies. We’ll get something to eat, and maybe stop by a game room for you. That will stall him for a while. Then you can insist he watch one of the movies with you. Then when he says he is going to bed, we...”
One part of Diana’s mind seemed to separate itself from the present events. I can’t believe I’m planning my own husband’s seduction – by my daughter, no less. Oh, well, desperate times and all that, I guess. If he does divorce me and this all comes out ... oh, boy. What was it that famous pilot said? Something about you might as well go down in flames, instead of just trailing a little smoke. If this doesn’t work, I’ll sure be going down in flames – lots of flames.
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