Steve and the girls finally had a full night's sleep after yesterday's very stressful overnight drive and visits with Hannah in the hospital. Adding especially to Steven's stress was Hannah's psychologist challenging the very fabric of the harem and his unconventional relationships with the ladies.
Finally out of the woods after a very difficult Thursday night, Hannah is on the mend. Steve again plans to spend most of the day at Hannah's bedside.
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We're not on any particular schedule, but several of us are stirring awake as sunrise illuminates the suite. I notice the little red light on the hotel phone is blinking. Hmm. Could be anything. There is a burst of dread that it could be a message from the hospital, but they have my cell as the contact, so I inhale deeply to clear my head of the needless worry.
I pick up the phone and dial the message center.
"Good morning, Mr. Albertson. You have a package at the front desk. We'd be happy to bring it up."
"Oh! Thank you! Yes, please!"
It's the T-shirts. Phil splurged on a courier, apparently, but I don't mind, I'm glad to have them for today's events seeing that it's Saturday. This is going to be fun.
Knock at the door; I crack it open to retrieve the box.
"What's going on?" a sleepy Ally inquires as she arises and her toes find the floor. I'm enjoying the view, frankly. All of the girls are extra fine to look at, but Ally has that taut figure with subtle curves in exactly the right places. Sigh.
"T-shirts are here!"
"Lemme see lemme see!"
Well, so much for anybody else sleeping in.
"What's all the excitement about?" asks a startled Cyan.
"T-shirts!" Ally blurts.
I'm struggling to open the box. Too much tape, Phil.
"Here!" as Cheyenne yanks the box out of my hands.
She finds her purse and... well, it sort of figures, she pulls out a Swiss army knife and flips out the big blade. Strong-willed woman, naked and with a knife in her hand? Oo.
Cheyenne's careful with the blade of course, handily deals with the tape and dives into the box for the top shirt.
"Large! That's yours, Steve!" as she tosses it to me.
I put it on. Everyone laughs.
"Looks great!" Ally exclaims.
Cyan has her phone in her hand and before I could cry "DON'T!" the camera flash lights up the room. The girls are laughing hilariously -- Stevie caught bottomless with a 'Superstud' shirt on, his junk hanging out below the shirt. I can do nothing more than hang my head, take a deep breath, and...
"You're a rat, dear. I love you anyway."
The others giggle.
Cheyenne again reaches into the box, pitching shirts to Ally and Cyan. She digs a little more and finds the extra-smalls on the bottom, tossing one to Jess.
"A lot of shirts here, Steve," Cheyenne queries.
"Two for each of us. And there are two for Hannah, as well."
"Okay, makes sense," Cheyenne confirms. "Looks like a jeans day, everybody."
We all dash about the room and bathroom pulling ourselves together to start the day. Cyan and Cheyenne jump into the shower for a quick spritz, exiting the stall only to find me leaning on the bathroom doorframe to watch the passing scenery, ever so slightly marred by Cyan's ubiquitous shower cap hiding her flowing tresses.
"You can be such a perv sometimes, Steven," Cheyenne scolds. "But you're
our
perv."
I grin. I'm already dressed, so I'm keeping my hard-on to myself this morning.
Ally directs the ladies to wear their shirts tucked in. I thank her for knowing my preference since it's so rare I get to see them in their tight jeans. These ladies have the finest derrières on the planet. And tightening the shirts around their braless forms is going to melt any man we encounter into a quivering mound of goo.
As I wait for everybody to get dressed, it's still a little too early to check with Phil or Jen. Or is it? Ah, we're on Mountain Time. To heck with Phil, I need to talk to Amber! I reach for my phone.
"Ohgawd! Hi, lover!" comes the welcome voice from the other end. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too, sweetheart. I'm so sorry we had to run off like this. You deserve better."
"There is no better, Steven. I have
you
. Besides, you had an important job to do. How is she?"
"Doing a lot better, thank goodness. We almost lost her. I was blindly hoping we could bring her home on Monday and let her convalesce there, but more than likely it'll be Wednesday. She's not out of bed yet; her gut's still really sore. I'll know more today."
"I'd tell you to kiss her hard and give her a good fucking for me, but I know firsthand that's going to be a no-fly zone for a while."
"She's already got the big kiss thing down. I couldn't believe how strong she was when I left her last night. Yeah, they had to do a D&C and a couple of other repairs to clean things up."
"Will she...?"
"Yes, thank goodness. She told me, Amber."
"I figured, given the circumstances. You doing okay with that? That was a really big thing to lay on you in the midst of a crisis."
"It's a lot to think about. I joked with her about my nailing you guys' biological clocks to my wall, but I am at least warming up to the idea. All I ask is all three of you give it a while. Don't rush it, don't rush me. None of the others know, and I think we need to keep it to ourselves. I will tell you right now that Cyan and Ally will be very upset once they find out."
"That's the game plan. Don't forget you have all of us 'cause we're smart. Cheyenne will let us know when the time is right, and that time is a lot of years away. We have a bunch to accomplish 'tween now and then."
"Thank you, sweetie. Hey, I have four beautiful ladies staring at me and tapping their feet. I guess it's time for breakfast. One more thing, tho'. You wouldn't believe who was one of the bodyguards we got for the girls yesterday."
"Yeah I would. Tony."
"How'd you know?"
"We keep in touch a little. He texted me last night after you guys had dinner. I apologize for not telling you about the club. Working too hard to erase it all, I guess."
"We'll talk more about it when we get home."
"Okay. I'll let you go. I'll bet they look a treat with the T-shirts. Phil told me he sent you a bunch. I love you, Steve. Be careful. Say 'hi' to everyone. Fuck Ally's brains out for me, please. I miss her, too."
"Love you too, Amber!" I chuckle. "Gawd, I miss you. Talk to you later."
"Me, too, sweetie. 'Bye."
"'Bye."
I deeply inhale as I pocket my phone, for a wistful moment. Not having
all
of the ladies around is just so wrong.
"That was Amber." Ally noticed.
"Yes. She says 'hi' to everyone. She requested I spend some quality time with you in particular, for her."
"I'm pretty sure that's not how she put it, Steven."
I flush.
"Thought so!" Ally grins. "Is that a banana in your pocket?
Your
jeans are tight, too!"
The others laugh and giggle.
