The Bridge Ch 18 Glorious Vacation

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The Bridge - Chapter Eighteen - Glorious Vacation

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author. All characters involved in sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older at the time of portrayal.

This work will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, group sex, Dominance and submission, tattoos and piercings, slavery, lesbianism, romance and affection. There are also threats of violence and a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.

Given the way this chapter goes, it's in the Non-Erotic category, but has spent time in the Interracial Love, Lesbian Sex, NonConsent/Reluctance and Romance categories and will probably move around as it progresses. Which it will do if enough people like it.

There is a little more than sex by reference in this chapter

, but it moves the story along. In time, there will be more sex and plenty of orgasms. Please don't ding me on this chapter because of the lack of sexual activity. I've just gotten good feedback on vacations and this is one. But it's a family vacation. For the most par

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Chapter 18 - Glorious Vacation

Breakfast, which was cooked up and served by Malcolm's two concubines, was actually quite good. It seems he likes his bacon too. Sunday or not. But it was mostly a quiet affair. Both of the Tuttlehills appeared to be fine, and they hugged and kissed their master like he was a beloved friend. Duane liked the Tuttlehills less and less all the time, but he did what he is so good at, he sucked it up, put a smile on his face and we moved forward.

On the ride to the Lodge, Gloria and I discussed the day, and I told her I would really prefer it if the kids went to the mountain without me. She immediately volunteered to watch them while I relaxed. Ronnie and Caroline would be with Holly, Lizzie and the kids, so I really wasn't worried. But in deference to Lizzie, I gave her a call on the way to give her as much warning as possible.

"Call Lizzie/"

"Hannah, what's up?"

"Liz, I've felt better, and I think I'd like to hang back at the Lodge today."

"Say no more. We've more than got it covered. Are the Tuttlehills ready to roll?"

"We are!" the couple said in unison.

"Great, the kids have spent a couple of hours in the water park and are dressed and ready for the slopes. Davante is coming too. We'll see you soon."

"We'll be there in about ten minutes."

"Gloria," I asked. "Are you going to be okay to go skiing?"

"Why? I've never been better."

"But last night we couldn't help but hear you wailing and crying out for a considerable period of time. You must be in terrible pain."

"Mmmmm, I wish you could appreciate it. And when I'm going down that mountain at the speed of me with my ski suit hugging me oh so tight there's just nothing like it."

"What's it feel like afterwards?"

"Kind of like a really bad period."

"And that's something you want?"

"You'd be surprised how much I've learned to appreciate my periods."

"Well fuck that. As soon as these two come out of me I am in for a tubal ligation and the factory will be closed. Five souls coming out of this body is more than enough. More than I ever bargained for. Not when I first started at the Bridge, not ever."

"Not me. I'm keeping the shop open. Master wants a child with me, he just hasn't decided when. I know he's concerned about my other two and how it will affect them. I still have a few good years left, and we don't want to do anything to fuck up Harriet's chances in Mexico in 2056. She's already training and being overseen by the U.S. Olympic Committee and is, even at seventeen one of the top ten competitors in the back stroke to go to Mexico. By the time she's eighteen we are hoping she is number one."

"Well, my friend, you can count on us being right there cheering her on."

"Oh Hannah, I love you. I knew you would be a great friend. Are we all doing dinner after the slopes?"

"You know, I'd just like to keep it casual. We can catch something here at the Lodge. You know, mushroom burgers or pizza or something like that."

"Sounds good. I'll give you a call on your supercell when we are on our way back, it's about fifteen minutes away."

"Bless you. I'm going to kiss the kids, go up and puke and then jump into bed and curl under the covers."

"Here's hoping Duane joins you. Under the covers that is. See you when we get back."

After giving the kids the appropriate hugs and kisses, I did just that. I went up to my room, puked my guts out, brushed my teeth and mouthwashed, then jumped into bed. Seeing my condition, Duane begged off and went to do some bar hopping. Good. I need the break.

The rest of the day was a blur. The kids had a great time at Camelback and Georgia is starting to pick up some moves from Celeste and Kimmie. Georgie is just getting better at falling. I think he likes that. He's also into snowballs and that's a habit I'll need to break. But all in all, everyone had a great time. Even Holly took her best shot at the slopes and did pretty good for a first timer. Not a surprise for the old Holly, but for the new Holly, that's pretty darned good.

Alvin Tuttlehill got a call while he was on the slopes and was called to a meeting in King of Prussia, which has become a burgeoning national business-hub. It could have been the most important meeting of his life. When he was called back and Gloria's presence was requested, she asked me if I could take the kids into Philly and they would pick them up when the meeting was over. I told her to go for it and let me know if I can help in any other way. We were just heading straight home and maybe we'll take a little walk before dinner. Bertha would be cooking, and she was making the kind of meal she could serve to twenty people. The ride home was quiet.

When we exploded into the townhouse on Panama Street, we were greeted by the kinds of smells we had grown used to at home. It was my kind of welcome home. It reminded me of how hungry I was. Here I come, fat woman in the making.

I made dinner easy; we fed the kids first and then stuck them in front of the TV in the family room to watch National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, with Harry tending the herd. We adults then sat down and had a nice, relaxed dinner. Nice adult conversation in peace and quiet without any 'assistance' from the children. Bertha's Chicken and Dumplings in Cream Sauce with a side of Mixed Squash in a Red Gravy. She put together a to-go package for the Tuttlehills. Before Bertha brought out her Carrot Cake and Pumpkin Pie, I went in to check on the kids, who were in the Family Room on the second floor. The only one awake was Harriet and she was laughing her ass off. Celeste's head was on her lap and Harry was stroking her hair. I blew her a kiss and returned downstairs.

We all sat around having a wonderful dessert and coffee and tea, when my supercell rang in. It was Gloria. They were in town and were close, but they asked if they could stop in for a few minutes before they leave with the girls. There was something she wanted to tell me. I thought about rousting Harry and waking Kimmie, but thought better of it. They will be stopping here for a while so let them hassle the kids.

When the Tuttlehills finally hit it was about ten-fifteen. They looked a bit taxed but were all smiles. And when Gloria gave me a great big hug, she whispered in my ear, "I have to talk to you right now."

I looked over at everyone as we started to head upstairs, "We'll be right down."

"Before we go, I need to speak with Holly."

"Sure."

"Holly, tonight we are heading back up to the Poconos to meet with some swim teams tomorrow and all Alvin and I could speak about on our way here was asking you if you and Cee Cee would come with us. She could meet some state ranked swimmers and it would be just another welcome for her into the swimming community. And when she is introduced as Harry's protégé, well the sky will open for her. Whadaya think?"

"Fine with me," Holly said, "Anything to promote her swimming I support. What do you think, Hannah?"

"I'm

totally

on board. Why don't you pack a little bag for the both of you and let's get her wrapped up to travel. I'm sure when she is advised of the trip she will get energized enough to get into the car before she falls back to sleep. I need a few minutes with Glorious, we'll be right down."

All the kids were on the second floor, so we went up to my suite on the fourth. Gloria had never been up there and loved it. She approached me, put her hands on my cheeks and kissed me square on the lips. No tongue, just a friendly kiss. She sat down on my lounge chair, what I call the billion-word chair, because I've read so many books there since we took possession of this place.

"Sit down, Hannah." And I sat down on the side of the bed. She had a very serious look on her face but still managed to smile. "I told you yesterday that something was coming down the pike for us but that it could not be made public. As of tomorrow, it will be known to all. Today we signed the papers selling off forty-nine percent of our company, so we still have controlling interest."

"And?"

"Nineteen point eight."

"Nineteen point eight million?"

"Billion. Nineteen point eight billion dollars."

"Oh Gloria, I am so happy for you. You know what that is, don't ya?"

"Damned right I do. It's

'fuck you'

money.

I jumped on her and hugged her and told her that nobody deserved it more. "Please tell me Master Malcolm will not be taking this money away from you."

"Of course he won't, but he will never be in need."

"I guess I can live with that."

"Gonna have to sister. He is forever part of the equation. He already knows about the deal."

"I kind of figured that. Come on, let's go get the girls ready to go."

When we got down to the second floor Alvin and Holly were pulling the girls together. Celeste was more awake than the other girls, she was so excited. I expect that excitement will have a short shelf life. Fifteen minutes tops. As Holly put her coat on, I put Celeste's on over her Chester County Swimming sweatshirt. Avi went with them. Hannah's Rule No. One, Nobody goes anywhere without at least one of our bodyguards. For any other protective services, I have no problems with the people Gloria and Alvin are using. I believe the ones who went to Malcolm's with us were particularly dedicated. At least very trusted. I wonder if this has more to do with him than the Tuttlehills. Another thing for me to keep my eye on. I need more eyes. First of the year, I will be tapping the resources of Duane's new security company, and may end up my own best client.

Tomorrow is a free day for all of us, but tomorrow night is Sisters Night. This was Lizzie's plan. Holly had so much to do she did not interfere with Lizzie's plans. Our Annual Philly Bridge House Sisters Extravaganza would be Wednesday night at Cramps, which we bought out for the night. It was by invitation only, and we had over one hundred RSVPs. Cramps is a good-sized club, even considering the number of women interested in women, but we'd be elbow to elbow that night. Hopefully the weather will be good so we can hang outside too. I would not be giving a blanket invitation to everyone at the party to come to the house for New Years, but if I ran into an old friend, I'd certainly extend an invite.

The tough part is that Holly and I would be leaving the kids without one of us. A first. Bertha, Aggie and Mac had the con. And Lizzie and I had a goal. Get Holly shit faced. She'd had neither drugs nor alcohol since the incident, and we were taking baby steps. Maybe with so many of her sisters around her she'd let her hair down and have some fun. We were hopeful.

For the most part the kids stayed in their pajamas and played with their tablets and communicated with their friends. It gave Lizzie and I a chance to review the list of attendees tonight. Between the two of us we knew more of them than we thought we would. I guess I'd better let the caterer know there will be a few more than expected Thursday.

The kids were getting rammy around lunchtime so we decided to give Bertha a break and I took the kids out for a walk to see if the four of us could find a nice place for lunch. Of course, Duane was along for the ride. We headed down Walnut Street from Eighteenth and hooked a right toward Broad Street. This was Rittenhouse Row, one of the most distinguished streets in the city. It was Philly's little slice of Beverly Hills. Name brand clothing and shoe stores, Jewelry stores, women's cosmetics, terrific little boutique stores and some of the best eats around were the trademarks of Rittenhouse Row. It was also one of the most secure pieces of real estate in the city. You could not take a step without seeing either a pair of Philly's Finest, or bodyguards from one of the private agencies up the asses of their wealthy clients. We went south when we hit Broad Street and after a block and a half found this family style restaurant that was casual and right up our alley. And wouldn't you know it, Duane knew the restaurant manager from way back and our week of royal treatment continued.

I cannot begin to explain how it makes me feel the way the kids interact with Duane. They have, in one way or another, all their lives. In many senses, he has been more of a father to Georgia and George, Jr. than George Barry, Sr. ever was. I could feel us coming together as a family. And soon we would be six. But it was messy. Three Royces, two Barrys and a Todd just seems like too many loose ends. Not to mention a couple of Bernsteins. I think we've got to work on tidying that up a bit. I think when the twins get here, Linnie and I will have to bring this family into a singular unit.

I might be the boss of this operation, but nothing moves without Duane's say so. Nothing. He is the commanding force in our family. And I never stand in the way of that. Well, tonight he is going to have to be the commanding force with the kids. I'm going to party with my bitches. And we will rock Cramps till the windows shake.

The party was set for eight, and we were just waiting for Holly to arrive home from the mountains with Celeste and the Tuttlehills. Lizzie and I were already made up and dressed to the nines. Even she was wearing heels. When the group from the mountains arrived, Lizzie grabbed Holly and dragged her upstairs to get her ready for tonight.

Celeste was crying. Apparently, the entire ride home from Mt. Pocono she and Holly have been feuding. Celeste insists that the Tuttlehill girls stay over till the day of the parade and her mother says that she is not in the position to make that decision.

"Well, I sure am. Break out the sleeping bags. I'm just not sure where we are going to put Alvin and Gloria."

"Don't mind us, we'll beg off for the night. We can stay with friends in Queen Village. We can be here in ten minutes if you need us."

"Excellent. Come by for breakfast and stay for the day. We'll be serving invited guests soups, small plates, and hot drinks from about noon till dinner time then no one but my special Bridge girls will be coming and we'll be unfolding some tables and chairs."

"Wouldn't miss it. But before we take off can I take you aside for a private moment?"

"Sure. Come back upstairs."

When we got up to my suite, she took me by the hand and sat me next to her on the bed. She had a very serious look on her face and eyes that seemed to be pleading.

"Hanna, you know that I told my Master about our big score."

"Oh please, Gloria, don't tell me you gave it all to him."

"No silly. But let's say he'll have no financial worries. The reason I wanted to tell you this is because one, I wanted to, and; two, my Master commanded me to. While we were up in the Poconos, he summoned me while Alvin and the crew had the girls in the pool. I knelt before him, and he told me that I could not let this newfound wealth go to my head. That Alvin and I must be humbled. He decided that certain conditions must be met if we were to have sex."

I was not liking the way this was sounding. Somehow, I was feeling drawn into this spider's web of Malcolm's, and powerless to pull myself out. I had to let her know where I stand regarding her master.

"Gloria, please do not include me in your relationship with Malcolm. I want nothing to do with him and your business with him."

"Oh Hannah, it's too late for that. Hannah, you can make this the most joyous year of my life or the most miserable. And the next six months will be the worst of all. No sex."

"What? That's the goofiest thing I've ever heard. What do you mean no sex?"

"My master has commanded that I cannot have sex with anyone, not even myself, until you and I have had sex."

"Who the fuck does he think..."

"Please, Hannah, don't even think that. But I'm begging you to think about it. I know since the first time I laid eyes on you I have wanted to get with you. The heat I feel for you has been constant since that time. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to expend that heat elsewhere tonight. My master has given me free sexual rein until the clock strikes twelve on New Year's Eve to spread my wings and fuck like crazy. I wish I could fuck you right now. But God willing, it will happen sooner rather than later. Because, Hannah, in 2055 there will be no fucking for me, until you."

"You give me much to think about my Glorious one, but you go and fuck your brains out in Queen Village, and we'll revisit this after the first of the year."

"Fair enough. See you tomorrow."

After a quick kiss, she ran downstairs and I sat back. I have to collect myself. Tonight is one of my biggest social nights of the year and I am going to go out there and slap a lot of skin and kiss a lot of cheeks. I took my time going back downstairs and Holly and Lizzie were right behind me. Holly looked very pretty, if not sexy. I think she was going for the matronly look. It saddened me to see her fall into that mode. She's much too young for that, and I'm much too young for that kind of partner. Let's see what a little liquid lubrication can do about that tonight.

Tonight, will be a night without parents at the Todd-Bernstein townhouse. Bertha, Aggie and Mac would keep a good eye out with Duane overseeing with his commanding presence. Controlling the kids was easy. The secret was to ask Harry if she wanted to do something, she'd say yes and the kids would follow, like little chickees behind the mother hen. And tonight, Harriet Tuttlehill vowed to watch White Christmas all the way through. I believe she did. Her attraction to the film kept the little ones riveted.

When Holly, Lizzie and I were dropped off at Cramps the women were pouring out of the place. In various degrees of dress and sobriety. As we cut through the crowd to the sign in table, we were looking for our girls. Nothing yet, but we grabbed the badges that had our names on them and the years we attended Bridge House. It was long before someone called out, "Holly, Holly, over here." They always see the tall ones first. It was Missy. She was sitting with Clarissa and Samantha at a table toward the back. As soon as we got there Elena was emerging from the ladies' only room and approaching the table. We all fell into a group hug and then hugged and kissed each other individually and we finally sat down with them. "With all these women, how did you manage to reserve these seats for us?"