Everyone having sex is at least 18. This is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help.
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Chapter 7 -- Divorce
Word quickly spread that clothes are now mandatory, and breakfast includes coffee. Several mothers took up a collection to buy eggs, bread, ham, bacon, milk, potatoes, and fresh ground coffee. They made Denver omelets, fried and scrambled eggs, French toast, pancakes, country potatoes, toast, ham, and bacon. With forty people, that is a mountain of food. I have four large grills. Six moms are cooking which made things go fast.
Malissa, Linda, Carrie, and I take a shower and are last to show up. Malissa has a goofy smile on her face that won't go away. When she shows up, the girls mob her in hugs and kisses then applaud her. She turns beet red, her grin never wavers.
A girl yells out, "We may have to beat her to remove that smile."
Another girl yells, "With that look, she won't be doing anything for a week." There is a pause. "Her dad will know what she did and will ground her for a week."
They all giggle hard at Malissa's expense. I hug her, and she looks at me with doe eyes, I almost cry. A mom saves me by handing me a plate. Linda was elected, 'Team Mom.'
Linda makes an announcement, "I don't know about all of you, but this has probably been one of the best twenty-four hours of my life. Our host has been a true gentleman. He spent a lot of money on YOUR party. He paid people to clean the house, so you could sit on a clean toilet! He is paying for your books in college. All FOUR years. If you need to go, go. However, I am going to stay and clean this house. He doesn't need to pay more people to clean up our mess. That just wouldn't be right."
Carrie continues, "Eat first, enjoy breakfast. Then we have coolers, garbage, towels, washrooms, and bedrooms. Malissa gets her towel from the bedroom. A bloody memento from last night ... if she wants it. Anything else?"
Vickie yells out, "Thank you uncle Phil for an amazing experience. One that will stay forever unspoken other than to us within this group." Then she runs at me and jumps into my arms and kisses me. She has tears running down her face. The group shouts out, "Agreed."
With so many mothers and daughters experiencing each other, it never dawned on me at how taboo the weekend was. Yup, duplicating this day will never happen.
With forty cleaners, it only took an hour before we finish cleaning. As each pair leaves, I get a kiss from both mother and daughter, along with a statement of thanks and willingness to come back on their own or as a group any time.
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A week later, a Saturday morning, I get a phone call from Stacy, she is hysterical, "Dad is going to kill mom!" The phone goes dead.
In a flash I am in my truck on my way there. I dial 911 as I am pulling up and leave my phone running. Phone in hand, I open the door and run inside. The place has been torn apart. Carrie and John are on opposite sides of a table. Carrie is staying away but yelling at her husband to calm down. Stacy is on the ground, unconscious and with a black eye. Carrie has several bruises on her naked body. She is also crying.
I announce my presence, "John, you need to calm down. The police are on the way." I show him my cell phone.
He turns calm, "You have no idea what I am capable of."
He pulls out a gun and shoots Stacy and then Carrie. As soon as I see the gun I am running full speed at the man. He puts the gun to his head as I hit him full force, my shoulder to his body, crumbling him as he fires his weapon. My momentum takes us both into the wall where I hear a crunch and then we fall to the ground. I manage to say "help", "quick" and "4 ambulances" before I pass out.
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I wake up in the ER with Linda in my face. She is an ER doctor.
I try to talk but nothing comes out. Too many tubes in me.
Linda excitedly says, "NO! Don't move. You took a bullet in the shoulder. A fragment got your lung and it collapsed. You are in critical condition right now, we are prepping you for surgery. Stacy took a beating and a shot in the arm, luckily it was just a scratch. Carrie took a beating and was shot in the leg, she will be fine as well. You are critical because of your injuries. You are a healthy young man, I would bet anything you will recover quickly. I am not concerned at all about your health. Stacy will be discharged soon. I will get you and Carrie a room together. You will need rest, I am going to tell the team and the moms they can't come here, although they all will want to right away."
She tells me, "Good night sweet prince," gives me a shot, and I immediately fall asleep.
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I wake up from my surgery. No tubes down my throat. I am tired. Stacy is at my side. She has a sling on and some facial bruising. Her eyes are bloodshot, she has been crying a lot.
I can only whisper, "I am fine, your mother needs you. Go." She sits stunned. "Don't make me get up and tan your ass. Go."
Stacy smiles for the first time. She looks at me like she wants to hug me, too many things on me. She gives up and walks out.
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Next time I wake up I am in a patient room and in the next bed is Carrie. She too has been crying. Stacy is between us in a chair. There is an argument in the hallway.
Voice says, "I am filing a formal complaint against you and the hospital though the nurse's union. This is bull shit, this is an all-woman wing. We don't do men!"
I recognize Linda's voice, "Good luck! Do you not watch the news? That man saved his sister and niece from a dishonorably discharged soldier that never saw combat because he was a coward. He shot all three of them. Niece took a bullet that will kill her softball career and her college scholarship because it disturbed too much muscle. His sister will be fine. The brother took one in the shoulder and a fragment tore and collapsed a lung. The hospital CEO approved this pairing due to publicity. Good luck with your complaint."
Linda comes storming into the room with a smile on her face like nothing just happened.
Linda tells Carrie, "I am releasing you tomorrow. You will have an army of helpers to clean up and cook for you when you arrive home. You will not be alone for long. Stacy needs her sleep to help recovery so there will be a procession of mothers and daughters to keep Phil here with a friendly face. It will be hard to breath and talk so they will do the talking. Sorry Phil!
"Dee and Vicki are here, waiting to take Stacy home with them. They will bring her back in the morning. All the families have offered you a place to stay so you can avoid your home. Stacy, when you leave, send Malissa in, we are taking the first shift."
Stacy hugs Linda and walks out of the room. I fall asleep before Malissa gets back.
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Two days later, they release Carrie, she stays at my place unless she is at the hospital with me. During this time the lawyers have been out, the police have been out, and the investigation reveals that John was a bad man and linked to several more crimes. He will be in jail a long time. She is selling the house and everything inside. The best she can do is take half. The law doesn't care that he is a scumbag. It's ok, Stacy will inherit it someday. Carrie has plenty of money to pay for college now, I make a good living, we will be fine.
Two more days and I go home. I get to take it easy for a while, and no pushing the cardio. Basically washroom, sleep, and watch TV. Limited work for another week. In my business, I meet people to make money. Not doing anything is killing me financially. Carrie applies for her Real Estate license to help me out. By applying for a license, Carrie can now legally get the key from a realtor's box. She can be my assistant now.
I talk to the buyer in my office, we all drive out to the property, then Stacy and/or Carrie take them for the tour. They come out and I try to seal the deal. My new problem is that they are 100% honest. It takes more effort to sell a house sometimes and others it's easier because they see the house different than I do. Either way, my satisfaction surveys are going through the roof.
They ambush me at dinner, tag teaming me.
Carrie gives me her serious look, "We need to talk. I have really enjoyed helping you these last two weeks. I don't want this to end. I enjoy working with you more than any other boss. You don't scream at me when I cost you a sale like the Mays. Several other families didn't buy right away but did buy from us because we were honest with them when we saw something."
Stacy asks, "Have you ever thought about owning your own agency? I could see me and mom working for you and under you." She giggles. "Then you inside of us."
I ask even though I already know my answer, "Do I really have a say in this or have you already made up your mind?"
Stacy says with a straight face, "It depends on your answer."
I look at her and she doesn't break into a smile.
I smile, "Kid, you are good. I think I can make something of you. It's been fun working with you two. You learn the business and I will let you do a few on your own. Until then we tag team people. Eventually, when you two get licenses, we will start our own company. That stays between us for now."
They both stand up and do a happy dance. It was pathetic.
Stacy is still getting a degree, but she can do real estate on the side and during the summer.
When there is a good-looking single man or a frisky female giving the girls attention, the sex that night is off the charts. I stay in the car in those situations and the showing takes a lot more time than normal.
They come back to the car as if nothing happened. I feel bad about it. I have checked their purses and find condoms in both.
Part of me is happy that they are using condoms. Part of me is unhappy that they need to use condoms. Are they using sex to get sales? Are my numbers up because we work well as a team or they are sweetening the deal with sex? How do I bring this up with Pam? Should I bring this up with Pam? I still see Pam weekly to help with my issues. This sure has gotten complicated. OK, they are single. We have no commitment to each other. We enjoy sex together. I want Stacy to find a boyfriend. I prefer she find someone at school, not an older guy. Are they doing this to me to force me to commit to them? How do I test them? I need to date other people. That means they need to sleep elsewhere. That might cause a stir. This conversation with me has helped though.
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Thursday night, we are all eating dinner in the kitchen together. Let the games begin! I hope I don't get crushed.
I announce, "For a while now I have put my life on hold. I hosted a wild party. I assisted with a messy divorce. I have helped you start in the real estate business. I think it would be safe to say that you two are thriving, right?"
Stacy doesn't see the train coming, happily she says, "Yes. I love my work, looking forward to starting school, and glad to see dad in the rear-view mirror. Life is so awesome right now. Why, is a storm coming?"
Carrie is uneasy as she asks me, "Why are you asking these questions?"
