Bad Things Happen In Threes Pt 04

They Say Bad Things Happen In Threes. Part four

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Author's notes, this is the fourth part of a series that touches on elements of loving wives, group sex, interracial sex and transgender cross dresser themes and lastly romance. Everyone fucking during this story is eighteen.

Life was good and Twisp was approaching Memorial day with which was the official start of tourist season, fishing and money making, Jilly was at thirty nine weeks, at first we thought it was going to be a girl during the first ultrasound. The nurse-midwife kept moving the instrument over Jilly's bump and she exclaimed, "Aha, I did hear something, it is a second baby!"

The look on Jilly's face was unfiltered joy. I said, "Oh Jilly, I love you!"

The nurse mid-wife said, "He's a little smaller, but he's got a good strong heart beat."

I said, "He?"

She smiled and nodded.

We were coming back from the hospital in Brewster, inching down Main street, I was in second gear, pushing the clutch in to brake momentum, then touching the gas for some theatrics, the deep roar of the exhaust, causing elk herds to take off and women aged eighteen to sixty, squeeze their thighs together.

We had decided on Virginia (Ginnie) and Erik (Junior) for names. Driving straight at me was a Bremerton Police SUV with Tommy driving and Cece in the passenger seat. There was a black Escalade behind them, the driver's window open, mine was too.

Tommy and the Russian looked at me and there was no recognition. We had pre ordered some chicken and waffles at the Cinnamon Twist Bakery. I left the Suburban on idling. Tommy and Cece walked in just as I was paying for the take out. She squinted at me, then looked away.

I put the order next to Chrissies baby chair, she was out like a light and we drove home. I kept the engine on and unhooked the baby chair and with it in one hand and Jilly's hand in the other we slowly entered the house and Jilly said, "Baby I'm tired, can you help me lie down?"

I did so. I got the take out order and set it on the counter and took one order and nuked some coffee from this morning and carried Chrissie's seat next to my chair, turned on the television and put some Peer Gynt music on YouTube set low and Chrissie sighed. I ate slowly, and ultimately I ate both. Jilly's water broke and we were off to Brewster.

Her mom met us there and brought Chrissie home. Ginnie only took two hours and then Erik, forty five minutes. Ultimately, I framed the picture of Jilly nursing both of them at the same time and it resides in our bedroom still. Ginnie weighed seven pounds three ounces, while Erik just touched six pounds, he had some bilirubin levels so every one stayed for a week. I slept in the suburban, had some blankets, I needed to rest as well.

When we were in Walla Walla, I purchased several original Browning automatic shot guns, better known as the "auto five" and had kept buying them. I now had ten of them. Every room in the house had one, on levels of seven feet above the floor, no accidents were going to happen. Lastly I found a 1938 Browning auto five, riot gun, with a twenty one inch barrel. It was in the rig with me, twelve gauge.

There was this Mexican restaurant, Campero's and I bought nachos with extra cheese and three chili verde burrito plates. Pork in tomatillo sauce. Breakfast lunch and dinner.

We left a week later and I had not listened to my phone and I plugged it into the charger and there were several texts. One was from the Wheatland Bank Trust Officer, saying that a black policeman approached the branch manager wanting to know if Benny Eriksen was a customer. She responded and said, "I can't tell you the names of our customers, unless you have a warrant saying I must."

We got home and Chrissie and Jilly's mom were there. I pulled out a frozen bone in pork roast, fifteen pounds and set the oven at four hundred degrees. I rubbed it with some salt and pepper, madras curry, covered it with foil and in she went. After four hours down to two hundred degrees. I had some frozen black bean chili, jalapenos, dried cranberries and cumin and Mexican Oregano.

We ate well that night, but I need to add some vegetables to our diet and headed to the old grocery store and there were fresh asparagus, brussels sprouts, broccoli, onions, Chinese Long beans. Cinnamon Twist Bakery was calling me to them and I called in for some waffles and fried chicken. I was standing in line to pay when Cece was standing next to me and she said, "Benny is that you?"

My voice was higher after the plastic surgery, not girly high, but higher and I said,

"No, I am Erik."

She walked away. But all she had to do was somehow get my finger prints and I was fucked. I texted the Trust officer and asked if I could meet at the branch later today. Immediately, he responded yes.

I described my concerns within the first five minutes and then said, "Could you with my consent email, the Justice Department offices in Seattle about all the money laundering and suspected Russian involvement and that I feared for my family's life as they were actively searching for me.

As I sat there he typed it up. He took pictures of the ledgers and attached them to the email.

End They Say Bad Things Happen In Threes. Part four

Coming soon The trial and High Noon at Main street.