"What were you two doing?" My mother asked me from the door of the pool house.
"Not what you think we were doing." To my utter disappointment that was true.
"Then what where you doing?"
"Just talking."
"About what?"
"About the women I've been with."
"Women? What women? I don't send you to that school for you to get one of the local girls pregnant."
"And so far I haven't."
"Why would you talk about that with your sister of all people?"
"Because I need advice and I sure can't talk to you about it."
"Watch your mouth, young man."
"Anyway, we done? You got the tux, it's late, and I need to ... ahem, take care of something." I said while making a jerking off gesture with my hand.
She slapped my hand to the side and tried to up her scowl to eleven. See, this is the problem when you punish someone to the max almost all the time. Then you can't scare them anymore.
"Exactly what sort of advice do you need?"
"Mom, get out." I said as I sat on my bed and looked down at my phone. I had long ago stopped caring if my mother knew I had this or not. So long as she wasn't paying for it, she had no right to ask me about it and I let her know that. Silent mode. Call volume all the way down. Record call. Contacts, send.
"No. This is my house." she replied.
"And I'm just a guest?"
"Tell me what advice you need."
"And right afterwards you're going to call Terri and see if I'm telling the truth."
"I might if I think you're lying."
"You wouldn't understand."
"I may be your mother but I was once a young woman like your sister."
"As true as that may be, you already have a low enough opinion of me."
"I'll try to be understanding."
"Ok. Well, see, there's this girl that I like but she's not interested. However, there are these other two girls and they are interested. So I held a kind of contest to see which one would win me."
"What sort of contest?"
"A sex contest. We all had sex together. And I was supposed to pick the one I liked more. Only now I'm confused. I can't decide. I guess I'm starting to think I care about both of them. Would it really be wrong to ask them to both be my girlfriend?"
"And if I get your sister on the phone she'll tell me that that's what you two were talking about?"
"See mom! This is why I didn't want to talk to you. You said you'd give me advice but then forget all about that and ..."
"Advice, don't fuck around and accidentally get a girl pregnant."
"Yeah, I know that much."
"No, you can't have a menage a trois in place of a steady girlfriend. You're acting like a misogynistic chauvinist just suggesting it. You should apologize to both girls and tell them that it's over. Then you should focus on your school work because you're already behind."
"Not my fault and you know it."
"You shouldn't even be dating right now. That's why we sent you to an all boys school."
"Well, maybe if I dated you'd stop thinking that me and my sister were having sex all the time. Jeez, Mom. It was one little thing that you caught us doing and you just had to blow it all way out of proportion."
"That was not just one little thing."
"Please. All it was, was a kiss. Come on."
"You were naked."
"So what? There are towns in Russia where everyone is naked all the time, from the little kids to the old grandparents."
"This isn't Russia."
"Yeah, but Mom, just because Terri and I happened to be naked in front of each other, that does not equate to us wanting to have sex. You just started jumping to all kinds of wild conclusions. And besides, that was years ago, now. Years Mom."
"I didn't raise you two to be nudists."
"Maybe not but I don't have a problem being naked in front of people. It doesn't bother me."
"And that's what they teach you at that school?"
"Wow. You just have to bring the conversation to any place other than you admitting you were wrong."
"I'm bringing the conversation to a place it needs to go so that I can help you and your sister not make a bad decision. And from the sounds of things, we should have had the sex talk a long time ago. Maybe if we had you wouldn't be putting those poor girls through something like that."
"They're not girls, mom. They're women. One of them is even married."
"You're telling me that you slept with a married woman?"
"Yes. I've slept with more than one married woman."
"You should know better than that."
"Yeah, but see, they don't teach us better than that at an all boys school. So when the married ladies come round looking for some action, I don't know what to say but to give them what they want."
"You say no. See. It's easy."
"The point, mom is that they were adults, not girls. And news flash, I'm an adult, not a little kid."
"As you keep reminding me."
"Yeah, cause you need to be reminded. And your advice is to just pretend I'm ten years old and have no interest in sex. Well, guess what, I do have an interest in sex. And I do find it hard to say no."
"That's just hormones talking."
"Yeah, and they're talking pretty damn loud."
"And you felt the need to discuss this with your sister."
"The funny thing is, her advice was pretty much the same as yours just now. You women just don't understand men at all."
"I guess I'm happy she was trying to talk some sense into you."
"I'm just happy I didn't have to argue with both of you at the same time."
"Oh, get used to that if you plan on dating two women."
She wasn't happy with me but she was satisfied with getting the last word. After she left I looked down at my phone and ended the call that I'd started. I pulled the recording of the call, and sent the audio file to Terri.
"Did you get all that?" I texted her.
"Mom's calling me now." she replied.
Let her call. Let her call all she wanted. And to add to it, I was going to start sleeping naked. Maybe then she'd learn to knock instead of just barging in every damn morning.
...
I had been keeping track of the days. So far, there didn't seem to be a pattern in the number of days between each threesome. Some how I had started to think that if there was a predictable schedule to it, then I could prepare myself. But no schedule I could see was emerging.
On Monday I called my new lawyer again to find out if there was any update on my inheritance situation. Yes, I did care about the money. It's money so of course I cared about it. But more than that, I wanted something else. I was sort of thinking that maybe once I got the full inheritance then the curse would be lifted. But then it seemed to me that my logic on that was all wrong. So my next move was to gain access to those safety deposit boxes and see if there were any documents left by my uncle John that explained any of this. Maybe a diary, or letter, or photos. Something.
So far, there wasn't much of an update other than the lawyer being super positive about it all. She was almost certain that the money would be mine, but there were proper checks to make sure about. Banks just don't let you roll up and demand money in another person's account without double checking your story. And even though I didn't tell anyone about anything, and to my knowledge neither did anyone in my family, word somehow got out to our distant relatives about me getting something more than what was publicly announced and now more lawyers were trying to muscle in and make claims on cash they weren't sure even really existed or not. But they sure seemed certain that if I got even one penny more than their clients, they would sue unless I shared.
Was I going to share? No. Not that I was being greedy, mind. I would have been happy to share if anyone of them had come to my defense when my mother was treating me like the plague. I might even share now if any of them could do something to keep me from being paranoid whenever I hear a door close. But all things considered, I was not going to share and them sending their lawyers after me just pissed me off. I guess they couldn't be bothered to come and talk to me themselves. They had to hide behind a lawyer threatening to take me to court. So much for being friendly about it.
For the rest of the day I thought about what I might actually buy with all that money. I looked up how much it might cost to buy a restaurant that had fajitas on the menu and discovered that I didn't have nearly enough for something like that. Plus there was the fact that I didn't know anything about the restaurant business.
On Wednesday, the lawyer came to get me from work and we had a meeting with a lady from one of the banks. I forced myself not to be nervous when I found myself inside a room with them and the door closed. It turned out that the way uncle John had set everything up was really complicated. There was money. That part was very true. It was difficult to know exactly how much money since most of it wasn't liquid. Everything was locked up in assets that were not easily sold or transferred. For some things it was difficult to know exactly how much it was worth without doing an appraisal. Uncle John went through a lot of trouble to make sure this money would be mine and no one else's.
The other weird thing, and I can't claim to understand all of this fully, but the other weird thing was that the way all of this was set up, this wasn't an inheritance at all. Technically, all of this was already mine before my uncle had even died. So now there were IRS forms to fill out and mandatory statements that had to be made. Good Grief! But all of this would have been even more complicated had Uncle John died before I turned 18. Then my parents would have to be in on all of this as well.