Honor Thy Mother & Thy Father Ch. 29

This woman is the reason why I waited. Where else are you going to find a Virgin Bride, who comes with four beautiful teenage girls? If anyone dares say otherwise, you can take it up with me, now.

Good night everyone; please continue to have a good time, and drive safely on your way back to your homes and your hotels."

They could still hear laughter as they exited the ballroom.

As they arranged themselves in the stretch limousine, Sharon said, "Could you have embarrassed me anymore than you did Fred?"

"Embarrassing you, how did I embarrass you? I paid you the highest compliment any man can pay a woman."

"Yeah mom, you always wished Fred would be your first. Now you can wipe away the memory of what our father did to you, and have Fred take your virginity the proper way."

"I suppose you are going to supervise?"

"Mom, all four of us could supervise."

"I can see this is going to be very enlightening honeymoon. Did you get us adjoining rooms Fred?"

"Yes, sort of."

"What do you mean, 'sort of?'?"

"We can each have our own individual sleeping areas."

Cindy said, "Mom, I think dad's nose just grew."

Debbie said, "I wish it was his dick that grew."

"Maybe he's like Dumbo and his ears grew. Any way you look at it mom, dad is lying."

"I am not lying. We all have individual pillows and blankets."

Steam was beginning to funnel out from Sharon's ears. She looked at her new husband and said, "Fred, look at me."

He continued looking into the darkness.

Louder, Sharon said, "Fred, look at me!"

He did not acknowledge her again.

She grabbed his jacket and yelled, "Fred, look at me dammit!!!"

"Yes dear, can I help you?"

"What did you do? If you lie to me, you will be dead before we reach the airplane."

Sandy said, "Dad, before you answer her question; is the vacation paid for?"

"Yes it is; why do you ask?"

"It would be a real shame to have it all go to waste if you are dead, and they're taking mom to jail. The girls and I can go to Barbados, have a fabulous time, and come back in two weeks for the pretrial hearings."

"Do you see what I mean, Sharon? She even has the timing right. She hasn't gone to law school, and she knows the pretrial hearing is two weeks after your booked into jail. She has to be a lawyer. I'm sure you're Uncle Clark will take good care of her and get her into Yale or Harvard or Penn law school. He may be able to use his influence to get you out of jail on leave to see her graduate."

"Mom, you don't have to kill him, I will. I am not going to be a lawyer. I will never be a lawyer, I will never marry a lawyer, I will never live next to a lawyer, and I will never live next to a courthouse. I hate lawyers."

"Sandy, you've made your point. However Fred has not answered my question. Do you want to answer it Fred or should I kill you without knowing and just guessing what you did?"

Fred pushed a button on the console and said, "Driver, would you open the moon roof please?"

"Don't even think about escaping through that hole in the ceiling Fred. I will grab you by your balls and yank so hard I will pull your tongue down through your asshole."

"God dad," Danni said, "I think that would hurt."

"Sharon, love of my life; the woman I waited for and never dreamed I would meet. You know how much..."

"Knock it off Fred. What did you do?"

"I rented us a villa on a private beach."

"What is all the secrecy about? I think that's wonderful, don't you girls?"

"Mom, I think you should wait for the other shoe to drop before making a final judgment," Cindy said. "He has that look in his eye which means he's up to no good."

"Okay Fred, out with it; let's hear it all before you die a slow, agonizing death being dragged underneath a limousine."

"It's not that bad. It's an open area plan. 3000 ft.², ceiling fans throughout, Central kitchen, a huge den, a big living room, large eat in kitchen, and four bathrooms. What more could you ask for?"

"It sounds delightful to me girls; how about you?"

"Mom, you are so naïve. Did you notice he left one thing out?"

"No, what did he leave out? Fred, what are they talking about?"

"Beats me, I have no idea?"

Debbie looked at Danni and asked, "You or me?"

"Actually, I think Cindy should do it. She's the dumbest."

"I am not. I got straight A's also."

"I know, only God can explain how that happened."

"It's called studying midget."

"Take that back or I will cut you off at the knees."

"You would have to cut me off at the hips to see me eye to eye."

"Girls, stop it. I want to hear what your father has to say before blood is drawn in this car. Fred, love of my life, where do you want your balls tonight?"

"Way to go mom!"

"The girls have me stumped dear. I have no idea what's missing. The villa has all the comforts of home: beds, bathrooms, kitchen, dining area, fans, a beautiful view of the ocean, and the beach. I know it doesn't have walls but when it rains they have Hurricane shutters that come down electrically, and cover the openings to the inside of the building. We have a staff that will bring us food that we order through the commissary. There are restaurants less than a mile away. There are clubs in town, and there is transportation to and from them. I have no idea what the problem is?"

"Are we still on the house rules dad, or can we use a limited use of adult language?"

"A limited amount of adult language will be tolerated."

"Good, because dad, you are full of shit. You know what's missing; the four of us know what's missing; only mom is in the dark. We will tell her if you don't tell her soon."

"I will withhold sexual favors."

Sharon kissed him. "So will I dear. This will be a honeymoon you will never forget."

Fred said, "Why do I have a feeling I'm not getting fucked."

Cindy said, "If you fess up you are. If you don't you aren't getting fucked times five. It's a tough choice dad. Let your libido be your guide."

"Have you been looking in the dictionary again?"

"No, I saw it on a screwed up cat advertisement on a school bulletin board. It said if your male cat eats more liver, it is good for his LI Bid O. I asked a friend what chemical formula they were talking about. She told me it was something that was good for the cats' dick. Now are you going to tell mom, or are you going to be a monk for the next two weeks?"

"Sharon, love of my life..."

"Fred, you have been there and done that. What is missing from this house?"

"Bedrooms."

"Bedrooms, how can you have four bathrooms, and no bedrooms?"

"The bathrooms are outside the house."

Sharon screamed at the top of her lungs. "The bathrooms are where?"

"Outside the house; they are in Lanai's that are attached to the house. They have hot and cold running water, a king size bathtubs, a separate shower, a commode, a bidet, and a double sinks. If we wanted to buy it at today's prices it would cost eleven million dollars."

The females in the car took in a deep breath at the price he quoted. All of a sudden it didn't sound so bad.

Then he dropped the third shoe.

"There's one other item I should mention about this resort." "

"What is it Fred; is it in a leper colony?"

"No dear, Father Damien helped eradicate those in the nineteenth century."

"So what is the problem with this resort Fred?"

"It's in a nudist colony."

She screamed, "Are you out of your mind? My babies are not going around nude."

Danni said, "Take a Valium mom, and chill out. We are going to have a blast." Her four daughters were around Fred, like wrapping paper on the box. She could not believe how excited they were at the thought of romping around in the nude. She called the girls to order and told them to sit down.

"Girls since you are happy about romping around in your birthday suits; you will have to prepare your bodies correctly. There will not be a hair anywhere, from your coccyx to your chin. This is not for grooming sake; this is for your health. There are little crawling things in the sand, and in the ocean that would nothing better than to get into the hair around your tender pussies. Bathing suits normally keep them away from that area. Since you are not going to be wearing a suit, complete cleanliness is a necessity. Doctor Fred will inspect each one of you, inside and out, before you leave the villa."

Fred smiled as he looked at his females. "I know it's a tough job, but I'm up to it."

Sandy looked at her him and asked, "Are you going to wear a bathing suit dad?"

"Sandy, clothes of any kind are not allowed on the beach."

"Mom, I volunteered to shave dad."

"Like hell, no one is shaving me."

"Mom you said this was for health reasons. If I am shaving for health reasons, we have to help dad understand that we are shaving him for health reasons, even if we have to tie him down to do it. Isn't that right?"

Sharon looked at her new husband, whose face now was white with fear. "Sandy, darling, health is the most important thing we have in life. Without your health you have nothing. Before your father leaves the villa tomorrow morning, he will not have a hair anywhere from his toes to his nose. He will do it willingly, or he will do it our way. Won't you darling? You wouldn't want to set a bad example for your girls, would you?"

"I told you I was getting fucked, didn't I?"

"It will be one of many times while you're on vacation dear. Lie back and enjoy it."

Sharon hit a button on the console and asked the driver to stop at a twenty-four hour drugstore, because she had to pick up a few healthcare items she forgot to buy. The driver stopped in front of a Walgreens store, and five women charged into the store straight to the men's grooming aisle. They purchased ten cans of shaving cream, four triple headed razors, with a package of ten refills, bottles of baby oil, hydrogen peroxide and isopropyl alcohol, styptic pencils, liquid new skin, a box of five hundred multiple size bandages, one hundred feet of clothesline (rope), and a small suitcase.

The pharmacist looked at them as he totaled up their bill, and asked, "What are you going to do, shave a Russian wolfhound?"

Debbie said, flatly, "No, we're going to shave my dad."

The pharmacist laughed. He was still smiling as they left the store. He was sure they were joking."

When they reached Washington National Airport, they were allowed through the diplomatic entrance, straight to their waiting private jet. Fred knew something was wrong. He had seen a picture of the private jet aircraft he ordered for their flight, and this one was twice as large. He asked the driver if he was sure he was going to the correct aircraft. The driver said the aircraft had the appropriate tail number, and the Attorney General told him to give you this note when they arrived.

"What did that crafty old bastard do to me now?"

"YOUR GRUMPINESS, my ass. I am going to get even with you in a big way sonny. This is just the beginning. I bought this aircraft for Julia. It's brand-new and going on its shakedown flight to Barbados, with my favorite family on board. If it makes it back here in one piece, I'll let her fly it. If it doesn't, well, it's been nice knowing you. Julia is taking her flight certification tests this week, so don't scratch it. You can start writing my life story as soon as the wheels get off the ground. I just received a one million dollar advance from Harper and Rowe. I can't get rid of you even when I try to Fred. You are a ghostwriter, again. You have been one for the past fifteen years. Now you will get credit for it. The president is quite impressed with you, but for the life of me, I can't figure out why."

Fred called his new uncle.

"I take it you got my note Freddy boy."

"I have one question to ask you? How much are you paying me to write this novel?"

"Novel my ass. I want every word to be true."

"In other words you want me to write the story of my life. Every word you said for the last fifteen years has come out of my mouth or out of the tip of my pen."

"If I could get my hands on your throat right now I would squeeze it in so my capillaries met."

"Does capillaries have two 'p's or one, sir?"

"C a p I, why am I spelling that word for you?"

"Because you are still as gullible as you were, when you were governor. Keep your eye on the prize, Uncle. Do everything the way we planned it. Don't go near anything political. Say no until they stop coming to you. When the other side shows a clear front-runner and our side realizes no one can beat them that is when you turn Aunt Julia loose. Enjoy your vacation until next September. You won't get another one for nine years."

"If I don't get a vacation for nine years, neither will you."

"What a surprise. First you tell me I'm writing my own biography, and then you tell me I'm not getting a vacation for nine years. Sir, it sounds like we may be twins."

"I don't know how you dropped into my lap Fred, but it was the best day of my political life."

"I'm not going to have anything to do for the next nine months, sir. Your baseball team is foundering, and since I have the time, why don't I take it over and make it act like a real team."

"Fred, I will get a restraining order keeping you out of the same state as my ball club."

"What if I just negotiate their salaries for you?"

"Fred, go on your honeymoon before I go over there and shoot you."

"Director Free told me the safest place to be is standing directly in front of you. That way you're sure to miss me."

"You had better leave, or I will fire him."

"That's a great opening line for the book. I'm going to write that down."

"Have a great vacation Fred. Tell Sharon and the kids we love them."

"Goodbye uncle, I'll start on the book right away. Thank you for looking after me for all these years. It has been an honor to serve you sir." He hung up before the Attorney General could respond.

Clark looked at his phone and shook his head. "Look after you Fred? How many times did you pull my ass out of the fire? How many legal issues did you pull out of a hat by staying up day and night, looking for an advantage the other side would not see coming. You never went towards the edges of the law like others would do to win at any cost. There are not many like you Fred, and I am going to put you where you belong." He laughed as he went back to the party.

As soon as the aircraft took off, Fred asked the flight attendant to give his girls blankets and pillows. He was going to have them get undressed and go to sleep for the remainder of the flight.

The attendant pulled some levers, and arranged the luxurious chairs into their sleeping positions. She put sheets on them and put privacy screens around their sleeping areas. The aircraft had not reached its cruising altitude, and the girls were already asleep. Fred and Sharon were drinking orange juice with ginger ale, while talking about the day's events. It was something neither of them would ever forget, and they wanted to try to remember every second of it. Talking about it helped, but after an hour of talking Sharon was no longer responding. Her head was leaning against Fred's shoulder, her eyes were closed, and a smile was on her face. When the flight attendant peeked into the rear of the aircraft, Fred pointed to the lights above his seating area.

The attendant helped more than that. She used controls by the galley to lower their seats into a sleeping position, and turn off their lights. She covered Sharon and Fred with blankets, and gave him two pillows, just in case Sharon woke up during the flight.

Time flew by, and the next thing anyone knew, the attendant was waking them up so they could prepare for descent and landing into Barbados. Over three hours of flight time had passed by, and it felt like minutes. The girls were not modest at all as they trudged back to the lavatory in panties and bras. They may have been moving, but they were not awake. Sharon was another case altogether.

He tried to wake her, but her response was "No Fred, it's too early for sex. Go back to sleep, I don't want to have sex now. Leave me alone I'm tired."

"Babe, even though that is normally the first thing on my mind in the morning, we are going to land soon. You have to get ready to get off the airplane."

"Fred leave me alone, I want to sleep. Go play with yourself and leave me alone."

The flight attendant was laughing as she heard Sharon's protests. Fred asked her for a cold glass of water and two ice cubes.

When he got them he said, "Drink this Sharon." He put the cup of water to her lips, but she refused to drink.

"Drink this Sharon." He tried to give her the water again and she refused to drink it.

He said to the flight attendant, "Please give us a little privacy. There is going to be a loud scream in here in a few moments, followed by some yelling and some fighting. There may be blood, but it will be mine and not hers. Just in case, have a wet towel handy."

Fred tried twice more to get Sharon to drink the cold water and failed.

"I don't like starting our married life this way, but you have to wake up quickly so we can prepare to land. I'm sorry about this, but you leave me no choice. Try to remember that I love you, and I forgive you if you kill me."

Fred lifted the edge of her floaty skirt, and ran the ice cubes up the inside of her creamy thigh. She did not move.

His fingers touched the edge of her bikini underwear, and ran the cubes along its edges, but still she did not move.

Fred thought, "She's going to kill me."

He lifted the edge of her underwear and rubbed the ice over the smooth lips of her vulva. She moaned, and smiled in her sleep.

Fred said, "Oh well, I'm dead anyway." He opened the tender lips of her vagina, and felt one of his fingers rub against her clit. It was unconscious also.

"Not for long, you're not." He took the ice cubes, put them inside the upper lips of her pussy, and held them closed. After a few seconds, he removed his hand smooth her panties, straightened her dress, and pretended to be asleep. He knew it would not take long to get the reaction he knew would come.

About forty seconds later, Sharon's eyes popped open wide. As she assessed the situation, she grabbed her crotch and screamed as if it was on fire. She lifted her dress and reached into her panties, and started rubbing her pussy violently, trying to heat it up.

Fred tried his best to contain his laughing, but he failed miserably. Soon he was doubling over, nearly uncontrollable.

"It was you! You deviant bastard." Sharon started pounding on his head and back. "What is so damn funny?" She continued pounding his back with one hand, and rubbing her pussy with the other. The flight attendant came around the corner and stopped her.

"Mrs. Hastings, we are getting ready to land. He attempted to wake you up for thirty minutes and you refused. You kept mumbling about not wanting to have intercourse with him, but all he wanted to do was give you a drink of water so you could wake up slowly. I believe I know what he did with the two ice cubes by your reaction. Personally I like it when they put the ice cubes on my nipples to wake me. His method was a little harsher, but extremely effective. Would you like some water now?"

"If you have some coffee I would prefer that."

Sharon shook her head at Fred. "You are evil. We are not married for fifteen hours, and you torture me in a way I have never heard of. What am I going to do with you?"

"How does love me for the next 100 years sound to you?"

"If you don't kill me with all these tricks of yours, I can live with that."

"Let's check on the kids, and make sure they're ready to go."

The girls were dressed, hair in ponytails, and minimal makeup because of the heat they were expecting. They only had one question: "Mom, what could he possibly do to you in an airplane that would make you scream like that?"