Her blouse came off, followed quickly by her bra. Ann’s smile never left. I looked, savoring the look of her. I already knew her breasts looked slightly heavy, with oblong areola and nipples that pointed forward. The skin of her chest had no tan lines and no tan except for a slight darkening in a “V” where the conservative neckline of blouses may have let a little sunshine in on occasion. Blue veins were visible around her areola and the lower parts of her breasts and I determined to spend some time tracing those lines with my fingers and tongue.

“Most men are in a hurry when a woman starts undressing.” Ann said.

“Most men aren’t me. I’m savoring the look of you. I’m thinking, anticipating what is to come, while I enjoy what already is.”

“Please shut up and help us get naked.”

“Always willing to help.” I moved closer and while we kissed her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pressed her chest against mine. My hands started at her waist, then cupped her butt, squeezing and slightly lifting her.

In the second kiss my hands moved between us and opened the button and drew down the zipper of her pants.

“Oh, kind sir, it seems I have a wardrobe malfunction!”

“Oh, may I help you with that?” I asked, then kissed her again. She nodded. I ended the kiss and dropped to my knees. My hands grasped the waistband of her pants and drew them slowly down, over her hips and then all the way to the floor while I also kissed lots of the freshly exposed skin. She was wearing a pair of white, boy-leg, lacy panties.

“You like?” She asked.

“I love how they look.”

I helped her out of the panties and stood up. My interest was pushing on the inside of my jeans like it wanted freedom. Ann noticed and liberated my interest, aiming it and me toward our bed.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning my cock against, but not in, her pussy. “Do you need to always be the aggressor?” She asked.

“Not always, but often.” My hands held her breasts and squeezed hard enough that when I pulled she came to me rather than my hands slipping off. We kissed again.

“You like foreplay?” She asked between kisses.

“And fiveplay, sixplay and sevenplay.” I shifted her and kissed her breasts, from collarbones south, lifting them one at a time to kiss under them. Suddenly I flipped her onto her back and continued kissing and caressing her breasts.

“Ben, I’m not saying stop what you’re doing, but could you be inside me, please?” She added to her request by kissing me and having her tongue explore the inside of my mouth.

We joined slowly and tenderly. The intensity built slowly and until I was within a minute of exploding inside her we weren’t even breathing hard. Then I lifted her legs, holding near her ankles and increased the force and power of my thrusts into her.

Just as I felt my spunk pushing out of me and into Ann she grabbed my nipples and pinched hard! The sudden pain and surprise increased the power of my orgasm and I grunted like a bear in ecstasy. I was looking at her face and she smiled up at me, pleased with her self.

She rolled me onto my side and grabbed four or five tissues from the bedside table. She used them to catch the flow from her opening. She turned and took my cock in her mouth and licked, sucked and hummed as I tried to calm down.

When she released my cock from her mouth she said, “Diane doesn’t need to taste my juices on your cock when she gets home.”

“You tasted her juices last night. Are you saying I should do something so you don’t taste each other on me?”

“No. I’m sure we’ll both get used to tasting each other on you and directly. I just meant tonight. I wanted some one-on-one time and I’d bet she does too. Giving each other one-on-one time is something we’ll work out.”

“Do you want or need one-on-one time with Diane?” I asked. Hidden in the question was a question about them playing with each other.

She looked at me for a while without answering. Then she smiled and said, “Probably, but not for a couple of months. We’ve had months of time together, sharing dinners, coffee and girl’s night out talking about men in general and you in specific.”

At 7:45 we got off the bed, opened the windows and then showered quickly. We dressed and when Diane walked in she saw us sitting on the couch watching TV. She carried a metal pan from the café.

We sat at the table and ate. Chicken and dumplings with peas and a small salad. Diane told us about her day.

“The lunch crowd came in and were talking about the fire over in Smith County last night. A barn burnt down. No animals were hurt or killed. The barn was a total loss. On Saturday and Sunday there’s a barn raising. Everyone is to bring their tools and help.”

“We’ll be there, won’t we?” I asked.

Diane said, “It’s a tough call for me. What I do best doesn’t involve a hammer or a saw. I cook, but if I show up with a hundred sandwiches I lose money. I have to close up the café and supply a hundred sandwiches.” She paused. “I’ll be there.”

“Ann?” I asked.

“I’m not good with tools. I don’t own a hammer. I’ll be there as a gofer.”

“Do we go together?” I asked.

Ann said, “I want to go together. We’re already not a secret. If we hide we’re saying we’re doing something wrong.”

Diane said, “I had a lull today and spent time on the computer. I ordered t-shirts for us! If they get here in time we can wear them Saturday or Sunday.”

“T-shirts?” I asked.

“Yes! Printed in big letters on the front Ann’s t-shirt says, “I’m with HIM!” My shirt says, “I’m with HIM!” Your t-shirt says, “I’m with BOTH of them!” All three shirts are royal blue.”

“That puts it right out there and says we are not ashamed of what we’re doing.” I said. In my mind I wondered if we were opening up major problems for ourselves. I wondered just how socially conservative the town, the county, really were.

At that moment the phone rang. I answered, “This is Ben.”

“And this is Solomon. Is it true that two women slept in your home last night?” His tone and energy said judgment to me. I couldn’t just let it be.

“How many women slept in your house last night?” I asked. Both female faces I could see looked shocked when I asked.

“Two! My wife and my daughter.”

I said, “Two. Neither is my wife or daughter.”

“You admit it!” His voice was raised.

“Did I break a state or federal law?” I asked.

“Not that I know of. But, some people will not approve.”

“Some people think buying anything but a John Deere tractor is a sin, too. Others still eat fish on Fridays and think people are bad for having a steak. I can’t live my life living by someone else’s rules all the time.”

“I like John Deere tractors and I get your point. Anyway, what are your intentions?” Solomon asked.

“I intend to work nine and a half hours tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, go to the barn raising this weekend, wash and wax my truck and play a little too. How about you, Solomon?”

“I’m worried. If people don’t like what you’re doing it could mean they stop doing business with the Feed and Grain.”

“Let’s say it does effect the bottom line. How big a drop in the bottom line will get me fired?”

“I’m not saying I’m going to fire you! I like you. I’m just worried. I’ve had six phone calls telling me that two women spent the night with you last night. One of the calls said both women are there again tonight.”

“That says to me that both adult women decided to be here of their own free will. Solomon, I love my job. I love living in this town and I like having you as a boss. However, who I love, when I love, and why I love are really none of anyone’s business as long as everything we do is consensual. Am I right?”

“You are. Sorry I bothered you. See you at the store tomorrow!” The connection broke from his end.

Both Ann and Diane had moved closer to me as I talked to Solomon. After I hung up the phone I asked Diane, “Have you seen a decrease in your business?”

“Nope.” We both looked at Ann.

She said, “People talk to me at work for two reasons, to get something fixed or when they pay their bills. That hasn’t changed and won’t. If you don’t pay your bill we shut off your utilities. If you want the electricity fixed you must talk to me.”

“Has anyone said anything about us to you?” Diane asked.

“Yes. Mr. McDonald came in to pay his bill and he said I looked happier than he’s seen me look in a while. I smiled and thanked him for saying so. He asked if he should call Ben and thank him for the smile on my face. Then he blushed.”

I said, “He didn’t call. McDonald lives about four miles north of town. Gossip travels quickly.”

“His wife is part of the grange wives club.” Diane added.

Before ten the three of us were in bed playing and reinforcing our bonds of affection. We had talked about getting a bigger bed, about sleeping at Diane’s place and Ann’s place and about the barn raising on Saturday. Ann set the alarm next to the bed for five-thirty. Together we focused on Diane and helped her enjoy four screaming orgasms before we spooned against each other and went to sleep.

Wednesday night we slept at Ann’s and she made dinner. Thursday night we slept at Diane’s and she brought dinner home from the café. Each night we brought clothes and things to the houses, making life easier for us to live in all three houses. After we ate Friday night Diane brought up the subject of moving.

She said, “Next week your rent is due on the cottage. It seems nuts for you to pay me rent on a house we both live in. It also seems nuts that all three of us pay for housing and most of the time we aren’t in any one of the houses.”

Ann added, “What if we look for a bigger place where we could live together and save money?”

“You think we could do that? What about all the wagging tongues in town?” I asked. I noticed how difficult it was to speak clearly with my tongue in my cheek.

“They’ll get over it by the time we’re seventy.” Diane said, smiling.

“Is there a place we can buy or rent in town?” I asked.

“I can call Marybeth, the realtor, tomorrow. There may be a big house that is available. If there is maybe we can talk to the owners and rent it.” Ann said.

On Saturday Diane went to the café and made breakfast, as usual. Ann and I gathered tools and wore grubby clothes with our new t-shirts. We arrived at the farm by nine. Two stake side trucks were being unloaded when we arrived. Lumber, siding, nails and cans of paint were being stacked and families were starting work on the new barn. The clean up of the burnt barn and ashes was already done.

I was put on a nailing detail, nailing siding on the barn when it was framed, until that started I was muscle helping lift and hold the posts and beams into place. Ann joined the ladies auxiliary inside the farm house making food and whatever else they did.

At about ten-thirty, six women came out of the house carrying glasses and pitchers of lemonade. Ann was one of the six. She looked for me and made a bee-line for me and the five men I was teamed with. When she stood by me it was obvious from our shirts we were together.

A man from Smith County that I hadn’t known before looked at the two of us, smiled and asked, “Where’s the other one?”

Ann smiled at him and asked, “Other one, what?”

“Aren’t you the folks who are the cause of a lot of gossip lately?” He asked, pointing at our shirts.

She kept smiling and said, “I don’t know. People don’t tell me much gossip. What are people saying?”

“That there are three people, a man and two women, living together like there’s nothing wrong with it.”

I asked, “And if three people want to live together, love together and support each other there’s something wrong with that?”

He shook his head, held his arms out wide and said, “I was married for twelve years to one woman. Hardest thing I ever did was live with her and try to make her happy. I don’t see how it would be possible to live with two women, much less keep them happy.”

Ann poured him some more lemonade and said, “Making me happy isn’t Ben’s job. My happiness is my job. We’re a partnership. My job is to do what I can to help his life work for him, to help Diane’s life work for her and they each do what they can to make sure my life works for me. Diane spends lots of her time cooking. I do what I can so she isn’t overwhelmed when she gets off work with the other things that need doing.”

We were out of lemonade. Ann took the glasses and the empty pitcher and went back inside… after I got a wonderful kiss and an “I love you.” We went back to work. For the next two hours the conversation around me was about loving two women. I did my best to answer their questions and still maintain some privacy for us.

One of the men did ask the question, just as I said someone would. “You doing both of them?” I answered just as I said I would, “If you could, wouldn’t you?” The men on the team with me nodded and we moved on.

Diane arrived just before lunch and unloaded her minivan of trays of sandwiches. As we all ate she told me the ladies of the grange paid her for the sandwiches. During lunch the sheriff announced that he believed the fire that burnt the barn was arson. That announcement took the focus off us and onto the questions “Why?” and “Who?” There were no answers.

We worked until it was starting to get dark then left all our tools right where they were and went home. Leaving the tools was, I was told, a promise to be back the next day. Ann had spent the afternoon outside the farm house being a gofer for whatever the men needed. At various times I saw her carrying siding planks, bags of nails, tools and doing clean up. As we drove home she was pretty quiet and when I glanced over, she was asleep. When I parked at Ann’s house I dialed Diane on my cell and asked her to meet us at Ann’s. I said I was taking the three of us to dinner in The City.

Ann and I went into Ann’s and cleaned up. An hour later Diane showed up in a dress and we drove to The City. The three of us were well fed and in bed before eleven. All three of us were at the barn raising by eight-thirty.

Our triad was not a topic of conversation at the barn. The men talked about the barn, the weather, crops, the upcoming election and if the schools should adopt uniforms. None of the topics reached a consensus except the weather. The agreement was, no rain until September.

By dark Sunday night the barn was up, painted and drying. We slept together at Diane’s that night.

Over the next three months the community around us got used to us living together. When we rented a house together, I didn’t hear anything from customers of the F&G. Diane didn’t hear negative comments from her customers and neither did Ann. The house we rented included a barn big enough that we used it as a place to park our three vehicles. I didn’t hear a single twig snap.

In our town mail was not delivered. On the north end of town a small building bore the sign, “U.S. Postal Service”. Inside, everyone had a mailbox. I went to the post office once a week to see what might be in my mail box. I never got letters from my parents, siblings or other relatives. As far as I knew I didn’t have any living relatives. I got ads from real estate agents in Florida, A Ford Dealer in The City, stores that were having sales and notices from local fundraisers like the Girl Scouts selling cookies. I always bought three boxes of cookies.

One day I opened the box and saw a letter postmarked Virginia. Only one person in Virginia knew where I was: SMgt Jose’ Garcia. I opened the envelope and read, “Ben, Things have reached the stage where getting out, retiring, is appropriate. My wife and I haven’t spent much time talking about where to retire or when. Now the decision time is here. Can the area where you are support one more classic pick-up with a family?” The letter was signed Jose’.

I called his office and the young man who answered said First Sergeant Franklin had gone home for the day. My friend had been replaced. I called Jose’ at home. We talked and I promised to see what work and housing was available in my area.

The very next day I got a visit from a man from the county. He wanted to know if he could interest me in moving twelve miles to the county seat and talking over the management of the county warehouse. I told him I had a friend who was looking for a job like that and I knew him well. He gave me contact information to pass along. It was passed along before he got back to his office.

A week later I checked my mail again and opened another letter from Jose’.

“Ben, Get ready. I will be officially retired as of the first of the month. Kasumi and I will be headed your way on the first. I accepted the job with the county and start on the eighth. Maybe you can help us find a place to rent for a few months? I know your woman knows your secret. I’d appreciate it if no one knows mine.” He signed it, “Jose’”.

Marybeth found a home for them to rent and think about buying. They arrived at our new home on the third. We had dinner at the café and Diane fed them fajitas. On the fifth the moving van showed up and we helped them move into their home. The three women became friends as we moved them in. Their home was twelve miles from ours.

Late that night after we were home and in bed Ann said, “Jose’ is more than just a friend.” It was a question and it was a statement.

I said, “I met him when we were both working in a warehouse. We’ve been friends ever since then.”

Diane asked, “Was he hurt, too?”

“No. He retired by choice, not medical necessity.”

The conversation was over. We went to sleep. Four hours later I heard a twig snap. Even with the help of Ann and Diane I didn’t go back to sleep. At the F&G the next day I took a call and Ann’s voice said, “Kasumi knows and knowing strengthened the bond between them. She didn’t tell us. We listen to what isn’t said as well as listening and watching. He doesn’t look like your brother, but we know he is. We love you.”

I stopped hearing twigs snap for almost a year. Jose’ and Kasumi became close friends and we enjoyed retirement. I remember my Dad saying, “Sometime the lull isn’t the lull before the storm, but don’t count on it.”

Both Jose’ and I were invited to go hunting. The first time was when Mr. McDonald invited me to go elk hunting with him. As it happened Diane was with us when I was invited. She knew the odds were really good that if I went I’d get an elk. She told me how much she would like to have the meat to use in the café. Reluctantly, I agreed to go. Jack McDonald lent me a rifle. I took it home and worked it over for four evenings before the weekend we went hunting.

When we arrived at the spot where we would leave Jack’s truck there were eight other trucks. Jose’ and two of his neighbors were there. One look and I knew he was as close to laughing as I was. None of the men we were with knew anything about sneaking up on prey. Our tags were for antlered elk, meaning males.

With ten men getting ready to spread out and begin a weekend hunt Jack asked, “Same rules as last year?”

Jose’ asked, “Rules?”

“Every guy puts in a hundred dollars. First elk over three hundred pounds gets five hundred. Biggest elk gets the rest.”

Our wallets came out and Jack collected a hundred per man for eleven men. He then announced, “The hunt ends at dark Sunday night. To count the animal must be weighed in the field and seen by three of us.”

Ten minutes later Jack and I were walking away from the parking lot. He acted as my mentor all day. I saw three bull elk. Jack wouldn’t let me shoot them. He said they were too far away. Using the .300 Winchester he was right. They were at the kill limit distance for such a small weapon.

Saturday we saw two bulls fighting. The larger of the two had a rack with four tines on each side. When the fight was over he gathered three cows to him and headed west. I told Jack I wanted to follow him and see if I could get close enough for a shot. He said he would follow the loser, who was injured and we agreed that if we got a kill we’d email the coordinates and meet at the kill.

It took me two hours to catch up to the bull and his cows. By catch up I mean get within shooting range. I watched and saw how he moved around his cows, protecting them and watching for threats. I got closer.

He turned his cows toward me and I took a prone position and waited. The wind was at his back. When he was a hundred and fifty yards away he turned and froze, listening. In the distance he heard a bull. I took the shot and the round penetrated just behind his foreleg, exploding his heart. I chambered another round and fired at the largest cow, standing ten feet beyond the fallen bull. She went down. The other cows scattered and I ignored them. I policed my brass and made my firing position invisible. Old habits die hard. I remembered a saying I had learned in training; old habits die hard, good habits keep you alive.

When I got to the down elks I made sure both were dead, texted the coordinates to Jack and told him I had a bull and a cow. Half an hour later he showed up with his truck. He called and two other men showed up to help us load the two animals in the truck. They were impressed. The bull measured 391 they said. I wanted to know how much meat I was bringing home to Diane. Jack took my picture by the antlers and a minute later I asked him to erase it.

“Why, for God’s sake?”

“I hate pictures. Tell you what, let me take your picture and you can say they are both your kills. I just want a majority of the meat. If we say both elk are yours then maybe you’ll even win some of the pool money.”

“That’s a sure thing. I’ll put this on my tag and drive it to the locker in town. I’ll come back tomorrow to collect you and whatever else you kill. Ok?”

“Works for me.” He called and two more men showed up to help us load the two elk in the truck. We got them in and Jack drove away a happy man. The two men who helped us rode part way out with Jack leaving me alone in the woods.

I climbed a tree and waited. Just before dark I saw another bull with six cows. They were eight hundred yards off moving north. I followed.

Elk move quietly for big animals. However, the bulls have a need to tell the world when they score. The bull I was following was intent on starting a new generation of elk, making following him pretty easy. The musk of he and his cows was pretty easy to follow as well.

Looking at the GPS I saw that he was close to a county road when the sun came up. He turned and headed away from the road. I got a little ahead of him and two hundred yards from him. His cows stopped to feed. He circled them, head high, smelling the air and looking for any threats. He could neither see or smell me.

He posed for me and I squeezed a single round into him, right behind his foreleg. He just collapsed. A second after he started down the sound of the shot hit the cows and they ran. I collected the brass, cleaned my area and walked to the bull.

I called Jack and gave him the coordinates.

A minute later he called me. “You aren’t kidding? You got another one?”

“No. I just got mine. You got yours yesterday. Can you come get us?”

“I’m already on my way.” He arrived with his two sons and we loaded the elk into the truck. His boys were impressed. The younger one said, “The one Dad got yesterday is the first one he ever got with just one shot. Now you got one like it.”

We got the animal back to the locker and the butcher cut and packaged the meat for us. I rented a locker because all the meat wouldn’t fit in Diane’s locker. I gave Jack all the meat from the cow and the antlers from his kill and mine. I called Diane and said, “I’m on my way home. I got some meat for you.”

“How much meat?” She asked.

“Almost six hundred pounds. I rented more locker space. You didn’t have enough.”

“Six hundred pounds! You were after elk, not elephant!”

“We got two bulls and a cow.”

“I wonder about the word we.”

“Jack got the big one and even got his picture taken with it! If you want a copy I’m sure he’d love to have it on display at the café.”

“He might even come in to eat some of it.” Diane said.

“I’ll bet he would. Anyway, I’m on my way home.”

I brought her a five pound rump roast and she showed proper appreciation. Ann was equally appreciative.

During the following week I found out that Jose’s hunting partner got a big bull with a single well-placed shot to the heart. Jose’s kill netted him a little over two hundred pounds of elk meat. Being who she was raised to be his very Japanese wife didn’t want the meat so I bought it from him and gave it to Diane. The café had months of wonderful meals with elk meat blended into them

The second time I was invited hunting the circumstances were quite different. Jose’ and I were sharing our day off, hanging at the park in his town watching thirteen year-olds play hardball. The local leo (Law Enforcement Officer) came by and came to us.

“You boys both got elk a couple months ago, didn’t you?” He asked.

We nodded. He continued, “I need your help. A bear attacked Jack McDonald and his wife. They’re both in the hospital. Their older boy shot the bear, but didn’t kill it.”

Jose’ asked what weapons the sheriff had. He had a variety, but only one thing he mentioned would do. We took the M-16′s, drove out to the McDonald place and started tracking the bear. As we drove I called Ann and had her drive to the farm and stay with the boys. I cautioned her to stay indoors and keep the boys inside as well. Before we left the farm we test fired the weapons and sighted them in.

The bear had left us an easy trail. We tracked it about four miles up into the hills before we saw it. It was licking the wound on it’s hind quarters. Jose’ went one direction and I went another, both paths would keep us down wind of the bear.

Half an hour later I could see both the bear and Jose’. I texted him a message: “When he stands we both fire.”

Two minutes passed and Jose’ stepped on a twig. The instant the bear heard the snap he stood up and roared. We both fired and the bear fell.

Jose’s bullet entered the bear’s mouth and took of the back of his head. My shot entered his chest and stopped inside his heart.

As we walked to the bear I called the sheriff and told him the bear was dead. I gave him the coordinates and within half an hour he was there with three pick-ups of men all armed for war.

By the time Jose’ and I got home the male counterpart of the grange ladies club had spread the word about how we had taken out a wounded bear. Ann had organized women to stay with the boys while their parents healed. The boys would take care of the farming. That night they came to town with Ann and ate with us at the café.

At the F&G the next day I had plenty of customers. Some even bought things. The topic was the bear. The sheriff had it in the back of his truck and took it on a tour of the county. It weighed almost four hundred pounds and had a broken foot that had healed poorly.

The men who were hunters want details on how we had triangulated the shots, tracked the bear so quickly and they wanted to know what weapons Jose’ and I owned.

After two weeks the news changed topics and became the weather. Jose’ and I were grateful. On the fifth of December a twig snapped at both Jose’s house and mine.

It happened when both of us were at work. I was loading sacks out of a truck onto a pallet and heard the sound of a rifle. I immediately identified the sound as from a 7.62 mm NATO round. I searched for where the round hit and found nothing. An hour later the F&G phone rang. I stayed low and answered.

Jose’ said, “Someone fired a NATO round near me.”

“I heard one about half an hour ago, but I haven’t found where it hit.”

“What the hell is going on?” Jose’ asked. Neither of us knew. I reported the incidents to the phone number I had used once before. An hour later I got a call sending me to The City and into a seedy bar on the south side of the City.

I sat next to the only other person in the bar. He said, “The Syrians don’t like you. They don’t know for sure if they don’t like Jose’ as much so the contract is for both of you.”

“Who’s the shooter?”

“Montgomery.” The man said. He still hadn’t looked at me.

“I need a weapon.”

“It’s in the back of your truck. XM-110 and three hundred rounds. We put Pierce and Toshiro in the hunt as well.”

“Montgomery doesn’t miss.”

“He was hired to terrorize you first, then kill you.”

“So far all he’s done is piss me off.”

“So, kill him.” He turned and looked me in the face for the first time.

Back at my truck I walked around it and saw a single hole in the tailgate. A 7.62mm hole penetrating the center of the “O” in Chevrolet. An arrogant message.

Back at the F&G I searched the El Camino finding a GPS transmitter. I called Diane and Ann.

I said, “Jose’ and I are going hunting.”

Diane said, “Nothing’s in season.”

“Jose’ and I are the targets. We’re going after the man who wants both of us dead. Our covers have been blown. I parked the El Camino at the F&G. You can take it home anytime. I’ll be back when this is over.”

Ann asked, “How can we contact you?”

“When the threat has been neutralized, we’ll be back. Two things: I love you both and I am coming back.” I added emphasis to the word “am”.

Both told me they loved me. I hung up the phone and hid in the F&G until after dark. Jose’ and I had prearranged a meeting spot if our covers were blown. Midnight at a barn no longer being used for farming about ten miles away from the F&G and six miles from Jose’s warehouse.

After dark I made my way to that barn. My rifle was in a padded bag and I only carried a hundred rounds. More than that was too heavy and made noise. I wondered about how rusty I might be. I felt better when I crossed a farm with three dogs. The dogs didn’t notice me.

When I got to the barn I was tired. Working the F&G had me fit, but my endurance was suffering. I got inside and sat down. I heard Jose’s voice, “You’re getting old. I heard you breathing for the last half a mile.”

“I’m not as fast as I was, either.”

“Neither am I. Must be my wife’s cooking making me soft.”

We discussed our plan of action and quickly put the plans into action. Quickly doesn’t mean we ran out of the barn posting gunfight notices inviting our adversary to the Ok Corral. It meant we stayed completely hidden for two days, didn’t use or even turn on cell phones and stayed inside the abandoned barn. Jose’ had stocked the barn as his emergency spot shortly after arriving in the area, months before. We had food, a chemical toilet and could stay warm even if it snowed without building a fire. What we didn’t have was our wives. A steady diet of physical, emotional and spiritual support and love causes severe symptoms when they are no longer readily available.

After the two days it was the night of a new moon. We left the barn and spent that night looking for signs of the sniper. I found two signs that he had been watching Diane and Ann. A piece of an energy bar wrapper rolled into a ball and thrown under a bush and a piece of invisible tape across the driver’s door seam of the El Camino.

Well before dawn we were back in the barn. During the day we compared notes and used maps to plot his movements. The next night I made my way to a pay phone and called my contact. He arranged for encoded satellite phones for both of us and told me where I could pick them up the next night. He also gave us a valuable piece of information, confirmation of the name of the sniper. We both knew him and knew him well.

The next night Jose’ picked up the phones and I found further evidence left by the sniper. Knowing him helped me spot his preferred patterns and his tells. He had eaten an energy bar and carried out the waste paper, except for the corner that he ripped off. He ripped it off with his left hand, like he always did, rolled it into a small ball and tossed it away. I unrolled it and was able to identify what brand of energy bar he ate. , Alpsnack.

Back in the barn we rested during the day. At five in the afternoon my phone vibrated. I answered and a voice properly identified itself as friend and gave me the information that his target had been changed. Because we had not been found, his controllers had upped the ante to include family. He was now authorized to take out any one of our women. It was to draw us out where he could get us.

He also told us there were two other teams in the area looking for him.

I called Ann and Diane. Since the calls could not be traced I talked to them for some time. I avoided saying anything of mission importance but I did tell them where to find the pre-printed escape plans I had made for them. I told them to put those plans into operation immediately. Jose’ called his wife and before dark all three women were out of town.

Jose’ and I had places we knew Giovanni Montgomery had used to watch our homes so we got within range of both places and waited. I had once spent sixty hours in the prone firing position before my target walked into the line of fire. I was prepared for a long wait this time as well. I was twelve hundred meters from the spot I knew Giovanni had been in. If he showed up again he would die. Twelve hundred meters was just under three quarters of a mile.

He didn’t show that night. After the sun came up the only real change was that I got warmer. A field mouse paid me a visit and cleaned up the few crumbs that had fallen from my energy bar. I took two naps during the daylight hours. It got dark again with no movement in Giovanni’s last known hiding spot. My watch was where I could see it’s face without moving. At ten minutes after two in the morning I saw movement through the scope on my weapon.

He moved slowly and took up a position that had him aligned with a shot at the back door of my, our, home. I watched as he positioned his rifle and adjusted the sights. All his movements were slow and carefully done. The last movement I saw was his right hand removing the forward lens cap from the scope of his rifle. I waited and saw that he was still.

I increased pressure on the trigger of the MX-110 while I watched the cross hairs centered on a spot an inch above the stock of his weapon, right where his head had to be.

Suddenly the mechanism of my rifle fired and the flash surprised me. Years of experience and practice kept me from jumping. I rolled one roll to my left, then I stayed still. Through the scope I saw his position destroyed and I could see enough of his body to know he was very likely dead. I carefully aimed again and put another round in my target.

Five minutes passed slowly. I stayed still. My phone vibrated. I pressed the button feeding sound to my ear bud. Jose’ voice said, “Got one.” I whispered, “Ditto.”

Jose’ said, “Leave them. Let’s go home.” We went back to the barn. We called and the other teams checked our kills. Giovanni was dead and so was Marcus, his recently promoted spotter. The bodies were removed and the kill sites cleaned up by teams trained for such duty.

In the barn Jose’ and I talked. We had decisions to make. Going back to the Feed & Grain and the County Warehouse would be inviting another team, another team of snipers, to come and take a shot at us… and the three women we loved.

After our conversation I called our contact number. We talked and he agreed with our plan. He had thought we might think of doing what we asked for so he was prepared. Both of us were sad about what was necessary, but knew it had to be done.

At 0410 a dirty GMC Denali came to the barn and picked us up. We were driven to the safe houses where Diane, Ann and Kasumi were hiding and being guarded. They were less than a mile apart. Kasumi was trembling when we got her inside the black GMC and Jose’ held her as we drove to the barn where Diane and Ann were hiding. Even after I opened the door to the barn I couldn’t see or hear them. I said the single safe word I had included in their instructions. They rushed me and hugged me, cried and shook like Kasumi. Once we were inside the GMC the driver took us south to an Army post about two hours away.

During the ride all three women stopped shaking and began asking questions. I was not surprised when Diane was first.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“I don’t know. You can ask the driver, if you want.” I said, knowing he probably knew his destination, but not ours.

She asked him and he answered, “An Army Post isn’t very far from here.”

Diane said, “Are you Army?”

The driver chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, but the answer is, I don’t exist.”

Kasumi asked, “After we get to the Army Post, then what?”

The driver answered, “I’m to take you to building 288, drive into the building and leave you there. You know almost as much as I do.”

I asked, “What are you leaving out?”

“Both of you are to leave those canvas bags with me.” Those canvas bags held the XM-110 rifles.

On the post we got close to the roll-up door on building 288 and the driver honked. The door opened and we drove inside. The door closed behind us. A man dressed as an Army Major was waiting for us. He opened the door behind the driver and all of us got out. Through the driver’s window the Major handed the driver an envelope. He turned the GMC around and drove to the door. We moved quickly through the door the major pointed to and when we were out of sight the roll-up door started opening.

We entered a room with six empty chairs, a TV and a man in a gray suit in it. The major stayed outside and closed the door once we were inside.

We sat. Jose’ and I stayed quiet. Kasumi asked, “Ok, what’s next?”

The man turned on the TV and the news came on. A scene filled with flashing lights and uniformed police all over showed. A male voice over said, “At approximately two-thirty this morning shots rang out in both Bayard and Bridgeport Nebraska. As of this moment we have reports of seven bodies. Three adult females and four adult males.” The scene changed to an on-site reporter who said, “Police have identified the three victims who lived in Bayard and the couple who lived in Bridgeport. The two assailants appear to be hired assassins who were killed in a fire fight with the two men trying to protect their wives. They are, as of now, unidentified.”

The man in the suit shut off the television. He said, “Later today your bodies will be identified by the FBI. Your homes and café’ will be sold and the proceeds will find their way to you. The two collector vehicles will be sold at a classic car auction and that money will also find you. Somehow your backgrounds will be leaked and the identity of the assassins will be identified as foreign nationals from Syria. The holes in the vehicles and the story of how all of you died should increase the going price for both vehicles.”

Ann asked, “What about our clothes, our things?”

“A company will go to both towns to hold sales of everything you had. The real estate will be handled locally. A few personal items like pictures, photo albums we can recover for you. Anything with your names on them, quote, perished in the small fire in your home, unquote.”

Diane asked, “Where do we go? What do we do?”

“This is not witness protection. In the contingency plan Sergeants Garcia and Peterson made before separation each requested a motor home so they could wander for a while before settling into life as new people. That can still be provided, if that suits you.”

A conference was held. Actually, two conferences were held. The first was held with Diane, Ann and me while the second happened ten feet away between Kasumi and Jose’.

We got together as two entities for a third conversation. Kasumi started that conversation.

“It seems to me that we are stronger if we stay together. Our men are a good team. I want us to stay together.”

Diane said, “All of us in one motor home?”

“No, silly! You three in a big one and us in a not-quite-so-big one!”

Diane asked, “Where will we go?”

I pointed at a map of the USA and Canada on the wall. I said, “Anywhere in the map! There are lots of places I’ve never seen, things I’ve never done. We could do them.”

“We could see Disney World or the Grand Tetons! Jose’ added.

“We could spend this winter somewhere warm.” Ann said.

“What about our military retirement pay and benefits?” I asked, facing the man at the front of the room.

“Your record of military service will be transferred to your new identities. As soon as you have bank accounts checks will be automatically deposited. You and your ladies will be fully covered for retired health care.”

“All of us?” Ann asked. The man nodded.

A few more questions and we were ready to make some decisions. We would stay together and in motor homes. We would wander and then settle somewhere. I asked about getting motor homes and the man led us out of the room. Parked where the black GMC had let us out were two used motor homes. A good sized class “C” and a bus. He said, “They are fully loaded with dishes, food, linens, and the water tanks and fuel tanks are full. The class “C” is registered and insured to Jose’ Chavez.” He pointed first to the class “C” then to Jose’.

He pointed at the bus and said, “The class “A” is registered and insured to Ben Svenson. Inside your new homes you’ll find packets of new identities, credit cards, driver’s licenses, triple-A cards and other things to help you settle into new lives. Your covers are that you both retired from the Air Force and decided to wander. Ann and Diane are sisters. Spend some times getting the details of your stories straight before you start telling people much.” He paused and said, “You were found because you’re too good as hunters. Shooting one of those elk in the butt would have been better and two kill shots to the bear was a bit much.”

We shared a glance. Being a poor shot never occurred to either of us. I’d fired three rounds and brought down three elk. Dumb. That dumbness could have gotten Ann or Diane killed!

We stayed in the motor homes inside the building that night. We got familiar with how they worked and practiced hooking up to water, power and sewer so that anyone watching would think we’d been doing it for at least months. The class “A” bus had been modified. It came with a queen-sized bed that wasn’t fully queen-sized. It had been removed along with the two nightstands built into the wall next to it. A king-sized bed took it’s place.

The new bed and our new home were good. After the man in the grey suit left us Diane and Kasumi looked in the small refrigerators and put together dinner for us. A search of the outside storage found two folding tables and six folding chairs. We extended the awning and ate outside the motor homes.

By ten I was ready for bed. Jose’ and I put the chairs and tables back into storage while Kasumi and my wives cleaned up dinner. We closed all the shades and closed the door. Ann started getting undressed for bed and Diane noticed that the huge windows at the front of the bus allowed anyone outside to watch whatever was happening inside.

We figured out how to draw drapes across the expanse of windows. Then all three of us got naked and went to bed.

I kissed both women and started settling in for eight or nine hours of hibernation when Ann said, “Thank you for not dying. Thank you for saving our lives.”

My mouth opened, but before I said anything Diane said, “Next time either of you goes hunting it better take five shots to kill anything bigger than a squirrel!” We broke up laughing and touching and that led to more laughter, more touching, more kisses and… well, we were noisy and reinforced our affection and commitment to each other.

We woke at nine in the morning, local time. I know that because the man pounding on the door to the bus said, “It’s oh-nine-hundred! I need this room! You need to get these things out of here!” He said it loudly.

He kept pounding until I answered, “Yes, Sir. Soon as possible I’ll get this bus on the road. Sorry we over slept.”

Fifteen minutes later I sat in the driver’s seat and found an envelope taped to it. A note inside gave me an address in Texas to go to. The GPS was programmed to take us there and we were to attend a Good Sam’s Gathering. I handed the envelope to Diane, started the bus, looked over to see Jose’ sitting in the driver’s seat of his RV and put the bus in drive. I pressed on the accelerator and after a slight hesitation we were moving.

A female voice of the GPS guided me off the base and to the Interstate. I got on and headed south. Diane made a breakfast burrito for me and made coffee. Ann started to help but the motion of the motor home kept her hanging on for dear life so Diane had her crawl up front and seat belt herself in.

She found a two-way radio and called Jose’. She got Kasumi who answered like she was in a Burt Reynolds movie about Smoky and the Bandit. She said, “Breaker, breaker, good buddy!” All three of us laughed and it took some practice for Ann to get used to the push-to-talk button on the radio. Using Ann and Kasumi as mediators Jose’ and I discussed our travel plans. Jose’ said he had something he needed to show me. I saw a rest stop a few miles ahead and I let him know we were stopping. Kasumi said she was glad we were stopping, because she needed a bathroom.

Ann said to her, “There’s a bathroom in your motor home!”

Kasumi asked, “Don’t we have to stop to use it?” We got to laugh again. We stopped. Kasumi ran to the public restroom and I went to Jose’s vehicle. He showed me the note he found when he sat in the driver’s seat. The note he had told him our job for a month was to become full-time RVers. Learn how to fit into the community of people who live in RV’s. Then our job was to spend a few months living like we were part of that community while we looked for what’s-next. The note specified that we should not settle until at least May of the next year.

I went back to the bus and shared what I knew with Ann and Diane. Diane saw another bus pull into the rest stop and two adults and two teens got out and started walking. She said, “I think we should start right now. Let’s go for a walk.”

The three of us got out and started walking around the edge of the rest stop. Pretty soon we were caught by the people from the other bus. The man said, “You’ve got a nice bus.”

I thanked him and Diane asked his wife about something to do with cooking and they were off. The woman loved to cook and had lots of ideas to share with Diane. Ann joined in and the man and his sons kept walking with me.

One of the boys asked where we were headed. I told him and they were headed there as well. Dad and sons were leading a few sessions for RV owners on repairing plumbing and electrical problems.

When we got back in our bus we had agreed to caravan to the RV gathering and Mack promised to get us a primo parking spot. We traded riders in all three motor homes for the rest of the trip. When the boys rode with me they taught me a lot about both the plumbing and the electrical systems. When Peach rode in with Diane and me they talked about how to have four people live in a motor home and they talked cooking. The trip to Texas took three days from where we met the Cobblers. Peach called her husband Pit. For the whole first day I thought it was a play on Peach Pit, then it hit me that it was a Peach Cobbler Pit. His actual first name was Barry. His parent must have been strange.

The second night, after we parked, did the hook-up and the ladies served chicken and dumplings the boys asked if the could sleep under our awning. I looked at Pit and he nodded, just enough to let me know it was Ok.

I said it was Ok with me but they needed to be quiet. The younger of the two boys, Brian, said, “It isn’t our noise that is the problem!” The he and his brother laughed and Dad blushed. Peach put her hand on Pit’s shoulder and said, “He snores.”

Later that night I found out that Dad had an interest in having sex with Peach and the boys didn’t want to listen to the noises. We were parked twenty feet away and we had to listen to the huffing and puffing and other noises from their bus.

The next day Ann rode with Kasumi and Pit. Diane rode with Jose’ and Peach and the two boys rode with me. Before noon Brian asked, “There are three of you. Do you make up the dining area every night?”

“Nope.” I answered. A full minute passed and he asked, “You sleep with both sisters every night?”

I nodded. Brian’s older brother said, “Don’t ask, Brian. Just don’t ask.”

He had to ask. “Do you have sex with both of them?”

I was so tempted to ask the question I asked at the barn raising, “If you could, wouldn’t you?” But, I didn’t. Brian was sixteen. Instead I said, “When your parents do it, you know about it. Your Dad doesn’t come to breakfast and say, “Last night was incredible! Thanks Honey!” The reason is that there are some things that are best kept quiet and private. You have a girl-friend at home. There’s a place she likes for you to kiss her. If you’re smart and wise you’ll never tell anyone where that is. It’s private, secret, secret information. I’m not answering your question.”

That evening we arrived at the fairgrounds where the gathering was being held. Pit got us primo parking spots. Close to all the exhibits, near enough to trees to get some shade and easy to handle the hook-ups. By the time the gathering got really going there were over fifteen hundred motor homes, 5th wheels and trailers parked side by side.

All five of us got the schedule of events and planned our sessions. We figured where to meet and what times. Jose’ and I carried the two-way radios. On the second day we wore our “I’m with HIM” and “They’re BOTH with ME” t-shirts. Got lots of comments and a few questions. The questions were different depending. Depending on if I was alone or if either Diane or Ann was with me.

We talked to lots of people. Some told us all about their favorite places to camp, their favorites during the summer and their favorites for the winter. On the last day of the gathering Jose’ and I met with the ladies and he asked, “Where to next?”

I made a list. I heard, “Disney World”, “Atlanta”, “St Louis”, “L.A.” and I heard “Canada”. Ann voted more than once. Diane said, “These first few months we should be just traveling and having fun. I have an idea. Let me get a map.” She got a map of the USA and a piece of paper. She tore five small pieces off the big page and wrote the numbers, 1, 2, 3,4, and 5 on them. She got a clean coffee cup and put all five slips of paper in it.

“Each of us draws a number. The person who draws number one picks where we go first. Number two picks where we go second.”

Kasumi said, “And so on, and so on.” I said, “Person number two doesn’t need to choose until we have been to the place number one picked, Ok?”

Diane held the cup and each of us got our number. Kasumi got number ONE.

She said, “I pick Disney World! We can see lots of Florida and the Kennedy Space Center too!”

Jose’ and I planned the route we would take. The ladies planned meals and fun. We decided we had enough food to last another day or two so we wouldn’t attempt going to a local market that would be feeling the brunt of over a thousand RVers leaving in the next twenty-four hours. The Cobblers let us know they were headed for Portland Oregon and gave us their email address.

When we arrived at the gathering we only knew the Cobblers. Leaving we had at least twenty-five email addresses and many invitations to come visit.

That afternoon we were packed and ready to go. With hugs, handshakes and promises we parted with some of our new friends and headed out of Austin. One of my ladies had taped a small sign near the speedometer of the bus. It was a reminder to me. It read, “We’re not in a hurry.”

The woman inside our GPS got me headed in the right direction and four hours later we were entering Houston. We had a map of where the various “Free Parking” sites could be found. The one we found in Houston had quite a few RV’s in it when we arrived. Many of those had been in Austin with us.

That evening I got out the new BBQ I had purchased at the gathering and I cooked up some hamburgers for us. The two neighbors we invited to share the fire. I’d learned that if I felt like lighting my BBQ it was generous to offer to let my neighbors use the fire to cook their food too. That way we only have one BBQ to clean. Our neighbors cooked corn on the cob, some summer squash and a few chicken breast slices. Kasumi made some guacamole and we were having a feast.

That night as we were getting ready for bed Diane got a fresh sheet out of storage. I asked, “What’s that for, Honey?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight. Ann wants some one-on-one with you and I’ll be fine on the couch.”

We each tucked her in and then Ann and I went to bed. The bed felt strange with just two of us in it. I gave Ann a massage and lots of foreplay before we joined. As we snuggled together in the after-glow Ann said, “Any other time your hair is just there but after we’ve been loving, like this, your hair tickles.”

“I’m not shaving.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to shave. I know Diane doesn’t want you to shave anything but your face either.”

She shared with me things she had learned at the gathering. Many of them were things to benefit all of us living together in our motor homes and some of what she shared was about what she learned from the women she had met. It was a little difficult to listen to her because every time she moved she was rubbing her wonderful body against mine.

She and Diane had attended a session in Austin and when asked Diane had said they were sisters. Some of the women asked how it was with both of them living with one man. Diane said, “I sleep on his right side. Ann sleeps on his left and we share what’s in the middle.” Ann was surprised that Diane had said it and she was surprised at the reaction from the women in the room. They seemed to like the idea.

“You both get a best friend to share the work, someone to talk to and your man has no chance of ever winning an argument!” One of the women had said.

“Don’t I share in the work? Can’t you talk to me?” I asked.

“She was talking from where she sits. She’s obviously married to a traditional man. He believes the chief jobs of women on the planet are to carry around a pussy for men to use and to open beers for them. You aren’t like that at all. Neither is Jose’.”

“Then what is the benefit that has living like this Ok with you? Sharing is not something most women do well. Men almost never do it well.”

“Most women are in a competition with every other woman. They see that other women want their man. I saw that I could either share and be loved by both of you or I’d probably be alone for the rest of my life. Diane and I had been taking care of each other for a couple of years when you moved to town. When you proposed that we share we both thought it was a great idea. We got to keep loving each other and we got to love you, too.”

She might have said more, but I fell asleep. Ann stayed snuggled against me and when I woke up she was right there. I opened my eyes and she said, “Don’t you agree?”

I said, “Agree?”

She said, “You haven’t been listening to me? What’s the point of talking to you if your not going to listen?”

I opened my mouth to say something. Nothing came out and Ann started laughing. “I waited till you woke up and then accused you of not listening. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, sorry? You should be. I usually wake up wanting to pee, but this morning I really want sex. Would you like sex too?”

“Noisy, monkey sex or gentle, mushy sex? How do you want it, Mister?”

“Cave man sex!” I used my hands and spread her legs as I pinned her between me and the mattress. She resisted and said things like, “Oh please be gentle!” “You’re so strong!” “OH! Are you sure that big thing will fit in there?”

I was sure it would fit. It did fit and I was not gentle. We pumped together for a while and I felt my juices starting to build. I lifted her legs high and pulled completely out of her. I leaned forward and my cock touched her back door. Her eyes opened wide and she whispered, “I want you to have me there. Take me.”

I pushed and slowly entered her. When I was half buried in her ass I pulled back and pushed in again. She looked into my eyes and said, “Fill my ass, Honey!”

I stroked into her as long as I could, feeling her grip on me and seeing the surrender on her face. When the urge to slam in deep and deposit my seed was all there was to do I pushed in as deeply as I could and filled her.

As I started to wilt and my pulse rate started back towards normal Ann pulled me down on her and whispered, “I know I’m strange, but I love having you be my cave man and love feeling you unload back there.”

“You never said anything.”

“My last relationship ended because he thought I was a freak, wanting that. When you went there this morning I wanted to sing!”

At that moment I popped out of her. She grabbed some tissues and as she bounded from the bed she said, “Don’t move a muscle!” Half a minute later she was back and I was cleaned with a warm, wet wash cloth. She got me us and into the tiny shower. She washed me and made sure I was very clean.

When I came out of the shower I stood in the hallway to dry off. Diane and Ann were in the kitchen kissing and cooking breakfast. I walked to them and kissed both good morning.

Diane asked, “Do I get to meet the cave man tonight?” I kissed her and said, “I’ll teach Ann to drive the bus and we can introduce you to the caveman today!”

Ann stepped back and said, “Like I could concentrate on driving with both of you joining right behind me! No, thank you.”

We left Houston just before nine in the morning headed for New Orleans. Both Jose’ and I had been there before. I wanted to spend at least a day or two there. The big attraction for me was food. Three different times during the day I was reminded that we were not in a hurry. As I drove I was pampered by both ladies. I was fed snacks I never touched with my hands. I had a fresh beverage held so a straw was right at my lips often. I was kissed on my neck at least ten times in the seven hour drive. And, whichever wife was sitting shotgun sat with either her shirt open or no shirt.

Kasumi called on the radio just after we left Baton Rouge. “Breaker, breaker. Are we parking in a RV park or a Wal-Mart in New Orleans?”

Ann picked up the mic and said, “An RV place. We want the hook ups.”

Kasumi said, “Lead foot here knows where one is. Ok if you follow us?”

Ann answered, “Sure, you lead we’ll follow, good buddy.”

He passed us and I pulled in behind him. The back wall of his motor home had a mural on it of a bear. I asked Ann to call Kasumi and ask, “Bear, we eatin Cajun food tonight?”

She did just as I asked. Kasumi came back with, “Wear your loose jeans tonight. We’re eating Etoufee!” I think I drove that whole day with a big smile on my face.

New Orleans was two things for us. Food and education. We stayed two days. The first day we walked around and sampled different foods. The second day we attended a school where we took classes in Cajun cooking. When we left New Orleans we had lots of cook books and spices, rubs and things to help us make great Cajun food.

Three days later we were at Disneyworld. Three days of Disneyworld and Kasumi had had enough. We sat together and number two got to pick. Jose’ was number two. He said, “I spent an hour on-line yesterday. We have eight days to get where I want to go. Getting there before next Sunday is even better. I have tickets for all of us to attend a New England Patriots game! We need to be in Massachusetts in eight days!”

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