May called Agnes first thing in the morning. I'm not even certain she had one cup of coffee before getting on the phone.
I know I hadn't when she came bouncing on the bed; announcing Agnes and Jonathan would be here in three days. Dawn and Marie sleepily stood in the doorway. "Shouldn't you guys put some clothes on?" I asked them.
"Why? You two aren't wearing anything either."
"We have a good excuse - we've been busy."
"Why, that's what I was going to say."
"Well in that case, why don't you two join us, we'll all warm up."
A king size bed is plenty roomy, but three squirming women can take up a lot of space. Those three couldn't just lie there quietly, oh no, they had hands touching and rubbing, giggling and whispering. I'm not complaining mind you; they had me in the middle of the pile, and the hands were everywhere. Of course my hands were busy too. I was feeling tits and asses, and of course fingers found juicy pussies. Sometimes there were other fingers in there. We didn't mind sharing, it was all good fun. You might ask how we suddenly got this relaxed. I know I would. It was spontaneous; Dawn was busy lapping away in May's pussy, and Marie simply joined in. Between the two of them she was virtually climbing the headboard, then sliding back for more. While Dawn kept licking, Marie kissed her way up until she was lip to lip with her mother. "Good morning, isn't this a great way to wake up?"
***
A few days later Agnes and Jonathan arrived. She looked much more relaxed since Yakima. He was moving much more freely. He still had mobility problems; his right arm clasped to his side, and stiffness in his walk, but much of the facial paralysis had passed. When he spoke, there was some difficulty, but he fought his way through it.
"Agnes, Jonathan, welcome to my home. Marie will show you to your room, then we can gather in the den. Um, Jonathan, can you handle stairs?" He just nodded as they walked away.
It was going to take a while for him to warm up to me.
***
Over coffee we caught up on events since Thanksgiving; Jonathan had been released from the hospital the following Monday, and therapy was arranged in Toppenish. He was working at recovery an hour a day, going home and continuing for the rest of the day. Prognosis was good, but recovery would take time. Agnes was on extended leave from her position as office manager of a heating company. Fortunately she had plenty of vacation time saved, but that would run out eventually.
Jonathan's position with the farm equipment company was being held, but he probably wouldn't be able to go back to equipment repair. His boss had felt out Jonathan about an office slot, possibly field supervisor. He thought that was for the best too.
"How long can you stay?" I asked them. "You're welcome here as long, or as often as you want."
"Thank you," he responded. "After the way I treated you at the hospital, I didn't expect this kindness."
"Nonsense Jonathan, we all say things we regret later. You're Marie's father; at the very least I owe you another chance. Besides, I hear it's really cold over there right now. Here it's just wet."
"Thank you. But why don't you call me John. Jonathan seems very formal in this circumstance."
"Great! Listen; let's just relax the rest of the day, tomorrow we'll take you on a tour of the area. Agnes, do you want to do some shopping? There are a lot of great shops this side of the bridge."
"You don't cross the bridge?"
"The Narrows Bridge can get swamped in traffic at certain times of the day; it used to take an hour or more to get across. And heaven help you if there was an accident. Fortunately adding the new one has taken a lot of the strain off the commutes. That has made a world of difference. But, if you want to, we can go to Tacoma, or Seattle if you want."
"Well ... we'll see."
***
The next day, a Thursday, we toured through Gig harbor. We dropped the women off down town, promising to be back in two hours. John and I cruised town for a bit, just making small talk; feeling each other out. Shortly we were at the Marina where I keep
The Dancer
. The tide was about half out, meaning a somewhat difficult slope on the ramp. I gave him the option of coming back another day; "No, no. I want to see your boat, just help me a bit. Challenges are good for me."
I stayed in front, letting him set the pace. He was sweating at the bottom, but the smile said a lot. At the boat, he was silent quite a while, looking her over. After eyeing the path he'd have to navigate from boarding the near float, then crossing the aft arm to get to the cockpit, he sighed; "Ron, she's a beauty, but that's more than I can handle right now. I'd really like to see the whole boat, maybe this summer?"
"Any time. It will be warmer, and a sail then will be much more fun."
"Will I be able to sail on her?"
"Oh sure. There was a sailor, back in the seventies or eighties that sailed on a Tri with one leg. Now granted, he was an experienced sailor, but in here, on the Sound, no problems."
"Not to get too personal ... How can you afford this? For that matter what do you do? You seemed to be able to drop everything when Marie called."
"Actually, we didn't drop anything. We brought our work with us. Dawn is a manager for an on-line business. She frees up the owner so he can focus on the part he enjoys; interaction with his customers. She covers the nuts and bolts, employee payroll, equipment and utilities."
"And you?"
"I'm a money manager. I direct business investments for ten to twelve individuals. They're busy with their own corporations, but want to give back in a way by investing in startup companies. I handle that side of things."
"How did you meet Marie?"
I laid out our story from beginning to end. Finally he shook his head; "That's almost spooky. Basically you met your Marie the same way we met ours. What are the odds of something like that?"
"I've been thinking on that ... since I heard about you guys. Do you believe in karma? There are too many similarities in both situations. It has to be more than coincidence."
***
We met the women and took them to lunch. Everyone was in a good mood. They all agreed they could have gotten better prices at a mall, but all their purchases were more unique.
"Just wait until we go to Jannelle's," announced Marie; "Then we'll see some unique outfits."
"No," laughed Dawn, "the men will see unique outfits."
John looked over at me; "Just how unique are we talking about?"
"Let's just say if you were wearing one ... you wouldn't be wearing much. Anywhere."
That had Dawn and Marie collapsing in each other's arms in laughter, and May and Agnes looking a bit perplexed.
"Um girls, can we go to the ladies room?"
***
Ten minutes later they were back. May went straight to John, took his face in her hands, leaned forward, and in a low but clear voice announced; "You Sir, are going to have a whole new experience. I sure hope you brought your heart medicine."
Looking puzzled, he responded; "But I don't need heart medicine...?"
"Tomorrow we're going to Jannelle's. Tomorrow night ... well, we'll see how good your heart is."
And with that, all four were laughing.
***
John and I kicked back while the women disappeared to Jannelle's.
The thing about 'Jannelle's Intimate Apparel' was the singularity of her clothing lines. Oh sure she had ten of this or that, but she also had outfits that were truly one-of-a-kind. These were some of the sexiest, skimpiest, alluring pieces of almost nothing. All designed by her.