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Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.14 $ $Date: 2004/07/31 03:06:02 $

Chapter 17--"Imagine how the world would be, so very fine, so
happy together..."

    That evening, William Voder took the four of us to a jazz
club in Falls Church.  Since I had not yet adapted to the
sounds of the eighties, Mary and I had discovered that we
really enjoyed jazz clubs, especially during our days on the
big island in Hawaii.

    As I mentioned before, I don't drink much.  However, we
were in a bar, so I ordered a light beer at first, finishing
the rest of the night drinking ginger ale.  Mary had a glass
of red wine, and Debbie and Aimee were a little more
experimental, drinking frozen margaritas.  William had a
single malt scotch, suggesting that I might want to try
something like that some day; he nursed the one drink the
entire time he was at the club.

    Over the noise in the club, I had a private conversation
with William.  I knew for a fact that my wives weren't
listening in any capacity and were instead listening to the
band playing.

    "I've finally made my decision about you," I said.

    "I'm glad to hear it," William said.

    "Are you interested in what it is?"

    William sighed.  "I know you very much, Jim.  I also know
that you have a very important secret and that I represent a
danger of your secret being exposed.  If you don't trust me
completely, I doubt that I would be breathing right now,
probably at Mary's hand."

    I stared at the man sitting next to me.  There was no
humor in his eyes.  "Why Mary, may I ask?"

    "Mary would be a better assassin.  She was trained for
it."

    I was surprised by that statement, since Mary never told
me much about her service in the army.  I kept my reaction
minimal.  I considered what William had said.  "Mary doesn't
trust you."

    After a few moments, William said, "You're only stating
the obvious, Jim."

    A little later, I decided to show William how much I
trusted him.  "You were correct on the Empath thing.  I'm not
sure I like the term, especially since it doesn't seem
related entirely to emotions, although they seem to be a part
of it.  I can see how Empath would apply to Aimee and Debbie,
though."

    "That subject has no interest to me," William replied.
"I know about it because I've seen Larson's notes.  Malen was
also interested in you, but I believe that he thought that
Larson's treatment was the reason you never came out of the
coma."

    I nodded.  "Comas seem to be poorly understood."

    "I didn't mention this in front of the others, Jim.
Malen purchased an apartment complex near your hospital where
I stayed while trying to get the goods on Larson.  I made a
few comments to the nurses monitoring you, and through the
gossip pool, the nurses suggested that Mary could get a very
good deal on an apartment at that complex.  Neither of us
ever anticipated that apartment would be a place where you,
Mary, Debbie, and Aimee would meet.  It was a fortuitous
coincidence, actually."

    "You don't mind the fact that Debbie considers me her
husband, as do the others?"

    Taking another sip from his glass, Voder said, "I would
suggest that you keep your family small.  DiPietro may not be
tasked to find out your personal secrets, but if he discovers
a polygamous or polyamorous relationship, he will not
hesitate in alerting the local authorities anonymously.  He
is an honest man, but if he sees what he thinks is a crime,
it will be reported."

    I nodded, while listening to a lovely saxophone solo,
sipping at my ginger ale.  I thought about this new
information.

    Finally, I said, "I don't intend to add to this family,
unless one or more of my wives have stopped using birth
control.  I never approached any of my wives, except perhaps
Mary, but she was already visiting me every day even before I
woke up.  Debbie and Aimee also approached me, rather than
the other way around.  Your suggestion about keeping our
relationship low-key is good advice."

    This earned me raised eyebrows.  "I'm glad to hear that."

    William turned his attention from the band and looked at
me.  "I trust you, Jim.  You have always acted responsibly,
and you have shown excellent leadership abilities and have a
good sense of ethics.  I know from experience that Aimee is a
good person as well, and the fact that she's with you and
allows Debbie in your relationship speaks volumes about you.
I think Aimee, Mary, and you will be a great influence on
Debbie, and I ask you to make the same promise to me that I
made to James Malen: please take care of her."

    "It will be my honor, William," I said.

    William Voder nodded and said, "I just said I trust you,
Jim.  I would like you all to maintain contact with me."

    "That would be nice."

    "Aimee knows how to contact me," Voder continued.  "So
does Charles Penet."

    "I'll remember that."

    William didn't stay very long after that.  I think he had
been waiting for me to say something, and even if it was
stating the obvious, I think he needed to hear it from me.

    I had a feeling that we would be seeing each other again.

* * *

    We followed William's advice and flew separate
itineraries that all ended up in Windsor, Ontario.  I crossed
the border by bus between Detroit and Windsor.  It's one of
the few places in our country where you can cross the border
into Canada by going south.  It was a very short trip to
customs, where I passed with my "Simon" identification
without any trouble.

    I was the last member of our family to arrive in Windsor,
and after meeting up, we took a flight using Debbie's credit
card to Vancouver.  We stayed two days in Vancouver before
flying out to Chicago.  Mary alerted me mentally that we had
people following us by the time that we got to baggage claim
in Chicago.

    We decided to stay at a luxury hotel instead of Debbie's
Chicago property, in order to hopefully keep the Chicago
property "bug free."

    One of the first things that Mary did when we got to our
hotel was to call the number that William gave her.  She
recognized the person on the other end as her old
Captain--now a major.  She chatted about her upcoming wedding
and that she actually had a bachelorette party a couple of
weeks before.

    It only took me a couple of minutes listening to the
conversation to realize that Mary's major was a female.  Mary
was quite convincing.  She even mentioned that she thought
she spotted somebody following us earlier in Hawaii and now
in Chicago, but said her fiancee was trying to convince her
that she was just paranoid.

    The conversation lasted about twenty minutes, and Mary
played her part pretty well.

    I wondered what kind of mischief Mary's call would cause.

* * *

    The next morning, I was awakened by Aimee snuggling her
face along my right side while giving my morning erection a
very light hand job.  Aimee looked up into my eyes as they
opened, and I smiled at her.

    Receiving a hand job in the morning from Aimee was a
wonderful way to wake up from a slumber.  The only thing
better (it was really a toss up) was one of Mary's
magnificent blow jobs.  Aimee had a light touch and the way
she snuggled her nude body against mine made the two of us
feel so close together, without even needing us to share our
minds.

    Debbie and Mary weren't in the bedroom, and I reached out
and found that they were snuggling together on a sofa in the
living area within the suite.  I pulled back, affording them
their privacy, but not before I felt a "good morning, lover"
message from both Mary and Debbie.

    I smiled at Aimee, and she moved up my body and kissed me
on the lips.  "I will love you forever, Master," she
whispered.

    "Good morning, Precious," I answered, using the pet name
that Aimee loved the most.  "You make that promise to me a
lot."

    Aimee just looked at me.  "You don't believe in an
afterlife.  If you say that, you really mean, 'You will love
me for the rest of your life.' I mean even more, Master."

    First thing in the morning always seemed to be a
difficult time for me to have mind to mind sex, a phenomenon
that I figured was due to the fact that this kind of mind
connection took more effort than simply sending and receiving
a simple message.  The solution, of course, was to avoid that
sort of sex, and settle for good old fashioned rubbing body
parts together.

    Now that Aimee's body was further up toward mine, she was
in a better position for me.  I reached between her legs and
started to caress the folds of skin there.  Aimee's kiss
deepened, and her hand moved from my cock to grab my
shoulders.

    I felt Aimee reach into my brain, and I did the same to
her.  As I said, it wasn't easy for me in the morning, but
Aimee was pretty strong in the mind department, and seemed to
take up some of the effort that I would have normally have to
expend.  This was a method of making love that Aimee loved
the most, and I couldn't deny her.  Inside her mind, I could
feel Aimee's need, and I moved downward so my lips were now
between her legs.

    I located Aimee's clit immediately and took it between my
lips.  I felt her reaction within her mind, and was amazed at
the amount of pleasure such a small piece of her could
elicit.  I was aware of Aimee squirming in response, and I
continued licking around it and on it, maximizing her
pleasure.  I sucked her tender spot and started penetrating
her hole with first one and then two fingers.  Aimee's
motions became more regular, her pussy moving up and down,
and I moved with her, and we both experienced the wave of her
first orgasm as it slowly built to its climax.

    There were warm lips on my cock, and I didn't need to
look to know that Debbie had joined us in bed.  I could feel
her tongue licking slowly against the shaft, reaching down to
my pubic hair before moving back toward the tip.  Another
tongue started to wash my scrotum and I realized that Mary
had joined Debbie's oral ministrations.  I was awakened
enough now, and I opened Aimee's and my minds to include our
two wives.

    It didn't take long for the girls' oral stimulations to
make me approach my point of no return.  I felt Aimee's mind
cry out with need as she continued to feel my tongue between
her legs and also the effect that her two wives had on me.

    Aimee's arms pulled my head closer to her body, almost
with a death grip.  I continued to stimulate her between her
legs, and inhaled the aroma of her arousal.

    As my organ started to pulse, Debbie had shifted her
position so that she was now sucking me.  I pumped jet after
jet into her willing mouth.  Aimee pulled my head upward, and
I slowly moved up her body, kissing her small but sensitive
breasts before reaching her neck, which I licked and nibbled
briefly.  I then kissed my darling Aimee, noticing that
Debbie and Mary had repositioned themselves on the bed, with
Mary now sucking my spent cock, and in Aimee's mind, I could
feel Debbie licking between Aimee's legs.

    Aimee and I continued to kiss while my other two wives
continued to lightly pleasure us.  Aimee seemed quite out of
breath, reveling in the after-effects of two of her own
orgasms plus my own.

    We finished our kiss, and I looked down at my other two
wives for the first time.  Mary had a hardening cock in her
mouth and was staring at Debbie, who had her face buried
between Aimee's legs.  I could tell that Debbie's talented
tongue was torturing Aimee even more than mine had done, and
I joined Mary, watching Debbie's beautify blonde hair move up
and down, her arms wrapped around Aimee's legs.

    I moved within Aimee's mind, finding her pleasure center,
and started to amplify the sensations that Aimee was feeling.
Aimee's eyes rolled up until her irises disappeared, her face
a mask of pure joy.

    Mary moved my body so that I was further away from Aimee,
and was now stroking my cock, which was once again fully
erect.  Mary guided the lower half of my body closer to
Aimee, and used the connection to my mind to adjust her hands
rubbing me to bring me to the point of orgasm.

    I felt Aimee's own orgasm start to flow as Debbie
continued her relentless attack on Aimee's clitoris.  This
outburst of pleasure, which I had magnified, triggered my own
orgasm, as Mary continued jacking me, my cock spurting out
its seed onto both Aimee and Debbie.  My orgasm subsided, and
Mary moved over to Aimee and started licking up the aftermath
of my orgasm, running her tongue over Aimee's pubic hair and
Debbie's downy hair.

    With the exception of Mary's gentle cleaning action, the
girls lay silently.

    Having the three most amazing girls in the world willing
to pleasure you and each other completely was something that
I would treasure my entire life.  How many men my age would
be able to have two orgasms before getting out of bed in the
morning?

* * *

    I took a quick shower, alone, and then went downstairs to
the lobby.  I saw that the check-in desk had no lines, so I
went over and talked to the person behind the counter.
"Hey... is there a good jazz club around here?"

    The clerk looked at me as if I was stupid.  "You mean,
other than the Isle of the Goddess?"

    "I never heard of that place," I said.

    The clerk shook his head.  "Where have you been?  The
Goddess is the best place in the country for jazz, period.  I
think the House Band is playing tonight.  I promise you won't
be disappointed."

    I sighed.  I didn't like being reminded that I had been
out of touch with reality for a dozen years.  I also
disapproved of the term "house band." I wondered what kind of
kickback the hotel got for that recommendation.

    "Thanks for the tip," I said, feigning interest.

    Upstairs, I found that Mary and Aimee were taking a
shower together.  I smiled at this, and told Debbie, who had
already showered, about my misgivings about the hotel's
recommendation.

    "The Isle of the Goddess?" Debbie asked me,
incredulously.  "That's right.  We're in Chicago!  This is
the original location!"

    "I never heard of it," I said.

    "Oh yeah," Debbie said, projecting a tiny sense of
sadness.  "It opened about six or seven years ago."

    Debbie saw me reacting to her sadness and she
intentionally sent out a small feeling of happiness to me.
"Sorry about that," she added, when she realized that she was
"leaking" her emotions.  "I never realized that I did that."

    "I never knew you did it until William pointed it out.  I
remember feeling something about it in Aimee's mind, but I
thought it was just the fact that the two of you had been
close for a time before you met me.  Now, I think I'm getting
hypersensitive to it!"

    "I know," Debbie said.  "I'm still trying to get used to
it myself.  It seems that Aimee and you are mostly affected,
but when I feel strongly about something, Mary can feel it as
well."

    I smiled.  "Well, like I've told you many times since I
found out, you are one person that can definitely light up an
entire room with a smile!"

    The sadness in the room completely melted into joy.

    Debbie remembered what I had just said before we went off
on this tangent.  "Back to the Isle," she said, radiating
excitement.  "It opened in 1981 or 1982, and Rolling Stone
had the owners on the cover.  It's owned by a husband and
wife.  They now have clubs in Los Angeles, New York, Memphis,
and New Orleans."

    "Well, it might not be too good tonight.  I was told they
had a house band tonight."

    Debbie's excitement actually went up a notch.  "Jim, the
owners actually perform in what they call the 'House Band'
rotating from city to city about half the year."

    "The owners are part of the house band?" I asked.

    "Yeah," Debbie said.  "Weird.  You can only get
recordings of the House Band at the clubs.  You can't find
them in the record stores."

    "Sounds like the labels don't like that house band."

    Debbie shook her head.  "It's the other way around,
according to the Rolling Stone article.  They have been known
to throw record promoters out of their clubs.  It's a strict
policy!"

    I laughed.

    Debbie shrugged.  "Anyway, if the House Band is in town,
you'll need to find the concierge to get tickets.  Tickets to
the Goddess sell out months in advance, especially if the
House Band is in town."

    "Tickets sell out?  For a jazz club?" I asked.

    "Uh, huh."

    I noticed Aimee standing in the doorway.  "What's up,
Precious?" I asked.

    "I was listening to the two of you," Aimee confessed.
"Do you want me to call the concierge?  I've never heard the
House Band play and they're supposed to be awesome."

    "Sure.  It's only money!" I grinned.

    Happiness flooded the room.

* * *

    There is nothing that can destroy a good time more than a
big build up.  I knew that all three of my wives were
chomping at the bit to go to the Isle of the Goddess.  I was
told that they served pretty nice food there and limited
liquor, and the entrance fee entitled you to a table for the
night.

    The concierge had told Aimee that getting into the club,
even with tickets, could be difficult.  He arranged a limo to
pick us up and to drop us off at the club.

    What greeted us was utter chaos.  The limo driver knew
that we were going to the Isle, and he knew exactly where to
drop us off.  One of the bouncers saw me and three of the
loveliest women in the world get out of the limo, and he came
over.  "Tickets?"

    "I already have four," I grinned, pretending that I
misunderstood the guy to be a scalper.  I fanned them.

    "Funny," the bouncer said, his face belying what he said.
He turned toward the main entrance and signaled another
bouncer.  "Charley, let these four in."

    "Charley" nodded his head, and we walked toward him.

    I went to show him the tickets, but he just waved us in
past the crowd.

    Inside, it was much more quiet.  There were pictures on
three walls.  On one wall was a collage of pictures in
varying sizes of a lovely blonde girl.  On another wall were
similar collage of a nondescript guy.  A lot of his pictures
had him playing various instruments.  On a third wall was
pictures of the two people together, including what appeared
to be a wedding picture, and pictures of the two with famous
music legends, such as B. B. King, Little Richard, Elton
John, and a few other people that I couldn't immediately
place.

    "That's them," Debbie said, radiating excitement.

    "Who?"

    "The owners!" Debbie enthused, referring to the blonde
and the guy.

    "Oh."

    I found the maitre d'hotel, and showed him our tickets.

    He looked impressed at me and my companions.  "One of the
best tables." He paused, looking at me and my three
companions.  "You are one lucky man.  Front row, center!"

    We were led to a seat that was indeed exactly front row,
center.  For a place as popular as it seemed outside, the
seating was rather sparse.  Although we were at the front, we
were still about twenty feet from the stage.  There was
plenty of space between the tables.  I had expected the place
with the crowds that I had seen coming in to have tables
packed like sardines.

    "Having less tables improves the acoustics," Debbie said,
noticing my reaction.

    "They could make twice as much if they just forgot about
the acoustics."

    "Then we wouldn't be the best jazz club in the world,"
the maitre d' chuckled.

    I laughed in response and handed the man a fifty dollar
bill.  He deftly returned it to me, shaking his head.

    This was another first for me.

* * *

    The meal was wonderful.  The menu was written in
beautiful hand-drawn calligraphy and had the current date on
it, giving me the impression that they have a new menu every
night depending on the whim of the chef.  We all found
something we liked.

    During our meal, I had noticed that every table was full
and the place still sounded pretty quiet.  This was quite
unlike any jazz club I that I had ever seen.  With the
exception of the stage, it looked much like an elegant
restaurant.

    The menu mentioned that they had a extremely strict
policy on alcohol.  One bottle of wine per table, and two
drinks maximum during the performance.

    Again, this was unusual.  I had never heard of a "two
drink maximum" ever in my life.  I didn't drink much anyway,
but was glad that the place wouldn't degenerate into a
drunken party at the end of the night.  It might actually be
an enjoyable night out after all.

    I passed on dessert, as did most of my wives.  Aimee
ordered the Goddess Food Cake, which turned out to be a
renamed Angel Food Cake, with chocolate covered peanuts on
top.  Aimee squealed in delight--she was a devoted
chocoholic.  I noticed that Mary and Debbie both helped her
with the peanuts.

    Our waiter came over to our table and said, "The music is
about to start.  I'm not allowed to take drink orders during
the performance, so if any of you would like a cocktail, you
should order it now.  We have ice buckets if you order beer
or any other drink that you might need to keep cold if you
want."

    I remembered the brand of single malt scotch that William
had nursed a few nights ago, and asked for that.  Aimee and
Debbie ordered margaritas on the rocks, and Mary decided on a
glass of merlot, and was surprised when the waiter showed her
a wine list of names of the different brands.  Mary selected
one and the waiter smiled.

    Our drinks arrived promptly, and a few minutes later, the
lights started to dim.

    "Chicago's original Isle of the Goddess is proud to
present, back from their successful engagement in New
Orleans, the one... the only... Oogie Woogie and his House
Band!"

    There were cheers as the band came on stage.  I had
expected a much older band, but it seemed that the oldest
person was about thirty.

    I noticed the blonde from the pictures in the lobby was
standing behind a bank of keyboards.  It took me a few
moments to find the man... he was talking with a trumpet
player before backing toward the front of the stage, his back
still to the audience.

    The man turned around.  "Hi, everybody," the man said,
speaking into a microphone.  "I'm Oogie Woogie..."

    This was interrupted by enthusiastic applause that Oogie
Woogie gratefully acknowledged.  "Thank you.  Tonight we have
two special guests, both of them famous actors!  The first is
Toby 'Earplugs' McConnell... a friend of our family from high
school, believe it or not.  You'll probably remember him from
the movie 'Past Lives.' He was also a member of the original
House Band..."

    The trumpet player Oogie had been talking to stood up to
applause.

    "We also have another movie star!  Playing the saxophone,
and forcing us to find a working AKG 414 mike at the last
minute..."

    This time, Oogie Woogie was interrupted by laughter from
his own band.

    "You might remember him from the Blues Brothers, and he
also did the score from 'Who Framed Roger Rabbit!' The
inimitable Tom Scott!"

    A saxophonist stood up to applause at this announcement.
Mary noticed that I had no idea who these two celebrities
were, and she moved close to me and whispered, "Tom Scott
played sax on Paul McCartney's 'Listen to What the Man Said.'"

    I remembered that song.  It was a silly song, but the sax
part was actually quite good.  I smiled and applauded.

    Oogie continued, "We're going to do two forty-five minute
sets tonight.  So, sit back, relax, and enjoy the Isle of the
Goddess' famous House Band!"

    Furious applause.

    I noticed that Aimee was looking at Oogie Woogie
strangely.  I leaned over to her and asked her what was up.
She told me that she got a strange vibe from the man.

    "It's nothing evil or bad, but it is quite strange,"
Aimee said.

    I shrugged, and wondered if the man was an Empath of some
sort.

    As I have mentioned previously, I was lost within the
current sounds of the 1980's, which is why I really liked
jazz clubs.  This club didn't disappoint.  I recognized the
first song was the Peter Gunn theme, which had been an old
television show in the 1960's.  That quickly segued into
another song that I didn't recognize.

    The entire set seemed to work that way.  I recognized
some songs as standards, and just enjoyed the ones that I
didn't know.  Oogie occasionally played trumpet solos and
duets with Toby McConnell, but sometimes he moved over to the
keyboard set with the blonde bombshell and they played killer
duets together.  Tom Scott was a wonderful soloist, as well.

    The songs weren't limited to just jazz.  I recognized
"Runaway" played in two different styles.  The first style
was a rather funky R&B style that was sung by the blonde at
the keyboard, who was strumming an acoustic guitar playing
just back beats.  Her voice sounded like a southern torch
singer.  Oogie was behind the keyboards, but didn't appear to
be playing.  I didn't know why he wasn't at the front
directing the song, as he did for most of the other songs
they performed.  The song seemed to be a minor key variation
of the original Del Shannon song; an interesting variation
that I had never heard before.

    After the second verse, the blonde kept singing, "My
little runaway," over and over with that weird minor key
variation... until Oogie started playing the keyboards,
playing the familiar arpeggios that were more familiar to me
from the song, and he was joined now by the blonde playing
the guitar now at "normal" speed.  Oogie's voice imitated Del
Shannon's almost perfectly, sounding more nasal than it did
on his other vocals.  Oogie also played the ultra-high-note
solo on a smaller keyboard above the one he was playing and I
noticed that the blonde had, by the time of the solo, moved
her guitar behind her and that Oogie and the blonde were now
playing duets on the keyboards.  On the last verse, he was
playing the high organ part and accompanied by Tom Scott on
saxophone.

    I was damned impressed.  At the ending of Runaway, the
band stood, and I realized that this was the end of the set.
Instinctively, I rose out of my seat and applauded the band.
They had actually managed to live up to the hype.  I wasn't
the only person out of his or her seat, either.  The crowd
was chanting "Oogie!" over and over, and I decided to join
them.

    Oogie and the blonde bowed and the band left the stage as
the lights went up.

    "That was a fantastic set," I said.

    "I hear they do the easy stuff for the first set," Debbie
said.  "They call it the warm up.  The second set is supposed
to be really great.  Remember to shout 'Oogie' and 'Goddess'
at the end, and they may do a special encore."

    I shrugged.  It's not every night you hear a performance
like the one I had just witnessed, and there was going to be
another set.  I didn't know if my heart could take it.

    The waiter came out and asked us if any of us wanted
refills.  I still had half of my scotch, which, after the
first sip, tasted quite good if I just sipped it slowly.  I
decided against a second, but I felt Mary send me a signal to
get a beer.  "Um, beer?" I said, not knowing if the waiter
would serve me a drink since I had an unfinished scotch.

    "Certainly," the waiter answered.  "House Beer or bottle?"

    "You have a House Beer, too?" I asked, laughing.

    The waiter must have heard that one before.

    "I've been lucky with the house tonight," I said.

    Mary ordered the house beer as well, as did my other two
wives.

    I was sipping my scotch, wondering if I had to finish
this before the beer arrived, when Oogie and the blonde came
to our table.

    "Hello, people.  We're the owners," Oogie said.

    I stood up and offered my hand to the blonde.  "I'm Jim
Montgomery." I looked at each of my wives as I said, "and
these are my dates.  Debbie Malen, Aimee Porter, and my
fiancee, Mary Cadley.  That was a fantastic set!"

    "Thank you," the blonde said.  "Did you say, fiancee?"

    Mary blushed a little and nodded.

    "When is the date?" Oogie asked.

    "Next week, in San Francisco," I answered.

    "Jet setters, huh?" Oogie said.

    "We like traveling," I grinned.

    The blonde looked at Oogie.  "Well, we must have a
present for the couple!"

    "Certainly, Goddess!" Oogie said.

    He pulled out some cards from his pocket.  It had a
picture of a purple ticket on it and the logo for the club
that said, "Isle of the Goddess," "Lucky Ticket," and
"Original House Band," each on separate lines.

    Oogie handed four tickets to me and said, "These are good
at any Isle of the Goddess location, even Los Angeles.  You
aren't a record promoter, are you?"

    "No," I laughed.  "I used to be a captain in the army.  I
just came out of a twelve year coma."

    "Twelve years?" the blonde asked, appalled.  "That's
awful!"

    I shook my head.  "Getting out is actually nice.  Being
in a coma is what's awful."

    "Were you hurt in action?" Oogie asked.

    "No," I smiled.  "Mary, here, ran me over with a jeep."

    This was greeted by good natured laughter by everybody at
our table, and our hosts joined in.

    "How precious!" Oogie said.  "Kris here was my high
school sweetheart."

    Oogie found a pen in his pocket and wrote on the tickets,
"AEP JC."

    "AEP JC?" I asked.

    "All expenses paid.  JC is just my initials.  My name is
Jim, too.  The Goddess next to me is Kris."

    I was still holding Kris' hand, so I bowed down and
kissed the back of her hand.  "I'm very pleased to meet you."

    Kris beamed.

    I had received a sudden sensation when I touched Kris'
hand, a familiar one that I had felt one time before.  I
smiled and decided not to say anything.

    "We need to visit the other tables, Jim.  It was nice
meeting you."

    We all said our good-byes.

    They headed to the next table, and I was surprised when
Kris screamed, "Patty!  Cammy!  I didn't know you were in
Chicago!  Jim... fetch Toby and Tom!"

    Aimee had been studying the couple when they were at our
table.  She noticed me looking at her now, and said, "He's
not like one of us, but there's still something magical about
him."

    "He's a talented musician," I pointed out.  "He seems to
have a great singing voice."

    "He can imitate many musicians," Debbie noticed.  "He
nailed Billy Joel's piano solo on 'Angry Young Man'
perfectly."

    I didn't recognize the name or the song, and Debbie said,
"That was the one with the staccato piano solo on the grand
piano that looked like he was playing the drums.  He segued
that into 'New York State of Mind' afterward.  I think both
songs are from the same album.  I have it in my Los Angeles
place, I think."

    I remembered the song that sounded like a love song to
the Big Apple and smiled.  I adjusted my thoughts about music
that was written while I had been sleeping, and thought that
learning new sounds might be fun.

    The waiter arrived with our drinks.  He saw the tickets
that Oogie had put in front of me and his eyes opened wide.
"Are you a friend of the family?"

    "No. Oogie gave me these when he heard that Mary and I
will be getting married next week."

    "Congratulations!" the waiter said.

    "Thank you," Mary and I said together.

    I noticed Oogie coming back to the other table with the
Toby McConnell and Tom Scott.  I hadn't noticed that there
had been two empty chairs at that table.  (Actually, there
hadn't, I found out later.  Kris had asked the waiter to
bring out the two additional chairs.)

    My scotch had not been taken away, so I had both a half
glass of scotch and a large glass of beer.  I'm not much of a
beer person, but I took a sip.  It tasted malty and not too
bitter.  A rather good house beer.  I decided that I'd be
going to the Isle of the Goddess in every location that they
had.

    I mentioned this idea to Debbie, who told me that it was
a date.

    Oogie and Kris had moved on to another table, and Toby
and Tom had remained at the table, talking with the two girls
that were there.  Toby was talking animatedly to the red
head, and telling stories to the entire table.  Tom Scott was
laughing politely.

    I watched Oogie and Kris go from table to table, mostly
just saying "Hi" and introducing themselves, asking how the
food is, etc. I felt honored that they took so much time at
our table.

    There was no introduction for the second set.  The band,
minus the two guest stars, simply came on the stage, followed
by Oogie and Kris.

    The music started with a powerful intro, which I
immediately recognized as the intro to "You Made Me So Very
Happy," by Blood, Sweat, and Tears.

    A soulful Oogie started singing, "I lost at love
before..."

    Immediately, Kris grabbed his mike and turned to Oogie
and shouted, "You most certainly did NOT!" bringing the song
to a complete stop.

    The band started laughing, and soon was joined by the
entire audience.

    Oogie took his mike back, and said to the audience.  "For
those keeping score, it's Goddess 481, Oogie 1."

    "Oogie ZERO," Kris shouted.

    Oogie sighed and said, "I give up, dear." He turned
serious and then added, "I wish to dedicate this next song to
a special couple in the audience."

    I smiled.  I was going to find out who those two girls
were that were sitting with Toby and Tom.

    "We have a couple that will be taking their wedding vows
next week!"

    Oh, shit.  We were the special couple!

    "Jim and Mary, please stand up!"

    Obediently, Mary and I got up and received polite
applause.

    "I wish to dedicate this next song to our new friends,
Jim and Mary.  People... these two people met in the army
where Mary ran Jim over with a jeep!"

    We received polite laughter.

    "Now that Jim has awakened from a twelve year coma,
they're finally getting married!"

    Aaaws accompanied this announcement.  I smiled at how
accurate Oogie's short description was.

    "Jim and Mary, being married myself to this wonderful
Goddess, it is my wish you will find the happiness in your
lives that Kris and I have found in ours!"

    More applause.

    Oogie looked back at the drummer and a bass player.  He
whispered to Kris and then started playing a familiar intro.

        Imagine me and you, I do,
        I think about you day and night,
        It's only right,
        To think about the girl you love,
        And hold her tight,
        So happy together...


    If I didn't know that the group that recorded this song
in the mid-sixties would be at least thirty years older than
Oogie, I would have sworn that I was actually listening to
Flo and Eddie playing their big hit.

    I saw Mary looking at me, tears in her eyes.  I knew
immediately that this was going to be "our song." I had
always loved this particular song.  I listened to each verse
as Oogie sang it and wondered if this was a normal part of
their repertoire.  Perhaps Oogie probably did this song for
every couple that were celebrating their engagement or
wedding, but it still felt quite special to me.  I noticed
that Kris (and a lot of the band) didn't play on this song.
Instead, Kris just stared at Oogie with a look of love and
devotion that I'd only seen in the faces of three other
females in my entire life.

    After the band finished the song that was dedicated to
us, Toby and Tom ran back on stage and helped out with the
rest of the set.  Aside from that first song, Debbie had been
correct.  The second set was technically more complicated and
interesting.  I didn't recognize many of the tunes, but found
myself totally enjoying the experience.

    At the end of the second set, the band stood up to
thunderous applause.  I looked around, and saw just about
every employee of the place was standing against the walls
and they were applauding as well.

    People starting shouting "Oogie!" and "Goddess!" and we
added our voices into the mix.

    Oogie looked at Kris and the two shrugged.  Oogie kissed
Kris and took a few deep breaths.  Finally, he nodded to the
audience.

    From all around me, the waiters and some of the customers
started chanting, "Ouga chaka!  Ouga, Ouga...!"

    I remembered that song as well.  It was "Hooked on a
Feeling" done the way that Blue Swede performed it.  It
turned out that Oogie could very well imitate Blue Swede's
voice as well.

    The arrangement seemed quite simplistic compared the
songs that they had just performed, but it was enjoyable.
Once again I noticed Kris didn't even play.  She just stared
at Oogie, with that look of complete love and dedication in
her eyes.

    For some reason, that look in Kris' eyes brought tears to
my eyes.  I wasn't alone.  All three of my wives seemed to
feel the same way.

    I know it wasn't the song, nor was it the arrangement.
We were looking at two people, totally in love and totally
committed to one another.  Oogie's wish that we find the
happiness in our lives that Kris and Oogie found wouldn't be
an easy wish to fulfill.  I hoped that I'd do them justice.

    That song was the last for the night.

    I saw waiters bring checks to most tables, and after a
couple of minutes, I signaled our waiter.

    "You haven't brought our check."

    "Kristen picked it up, and the one for the two girls at
the table next to you."

    I turned to the table where the two musicians had been
sitting, and saw that Toby McConnell had returned and was
talking with the red head again.

    "How much was it?  I should at least leave a tip!"

    "Kris covered the tip.  I'm not allowed to accept tips
from you."

    "Please.  We're not hurting for money!"

    The waiter shook his head.  "Listen, friend.  I've seen
Jim and Kris make dedications before.  This was the first
time in my memory that he didn't just name you and sing the
first verse of 'Get Me To The Church On Time!'"

    "Really?" I asked, astonished.

    "Really."

    "Is he back stage?  I'd like to thank them."

    "I think that Jim and Kris may already have left.  They
have to drive an hour to get home."

    "No shit!  They commute an hour each way... every day...
to their own club?"

    The waiter smiled.  "They both have pilot's licenses, but
I saw Kris's Camaro parked out back, so I know they're
driving."

    I was floored.

    Aimee sent me a signal.  I looked at her as if to say,
"Should I?" and she nodded.

    "Can you please do me a favor?" I asked the waiter.

    "Sure."

    "Aimee, can you give me one of Debbie's business cards?"

    Aimee already had one in her hand.

    "Can I borrow a pen?"

    Again, Aimee had already anticipated my request.

    I wrote a quick note: "Congratulations on your first
baby, Kris.  Thanks for the meals and the lucky tickets.  All
our love.  Jim, Mary, Debbie, and Aimee."

    Aimee handed me an envelope and I put the card into it.
Aimee had maintained eye contact with the waiter as I wrote,
so I was pretty confidant that he didn't see what I had
written.

    "Please give this to Kristen when you see her again," I
said, handing the envelope to the waiter.  "Tell her it's
private and it's from the engaged couple that she gave the
free tickets to."

    The waiter took the envelope and left.

    I hoped Kris would appreciate my note.  Something told me
that Oogie probably didn't even know her condition.

* * *

    That night, I had thought that I would be spending the
night with Mary, since she was going to technically be my
fiancee, at least it would look to the outside world that she
was.

    Instead, Aimee and Mary silently took the spare bedroom,
leaving me with Debbie.

    I've described Debbie as being enthusiastic in bed, and I
now realize that one of the reasons for that is that she
indeed projects her feelings outward.  It is very difficult
to ignore it when Debbie is sharing an orgasm as if she were
a little radio transmitter.

    Tonight, however, I sensed something else in Debbie.  She
just wanted to be hugged.  I had seen the tears in her eyes
as she watched the husband and wife at the club freely
display their affection for one another in just a simple
look, and I knew that she, as well as all of us, had been
affected.

    Debbie just wanted to be held.

    We both stood nude just inside the master bedroom for the
suite, and without any warning, I picked Debbie up from the
floor and carried her to the bed.

    I placed her down lovingly on the bed, and then laid down
next to her, and our arms held our bodies together.

    "I truly love you, Jim," Debbie whispered.

    "I know, and I love you, too, my little Transmitter."

    Debbie smiled at the pet name and we kissed.

    This was one of the first times in my life that I spent a
night with Debbie without actively making love.  For a person
that expressed so much of her emotions physically, it was a
tender moment between the two of us that neither one of us
would ever forget.

* * *

    I was awakened from a peaceful slumber by the sound of
the telephone ringing.  I looked at the alarm clock, and it
was 9:00 AM.

    Since I was the closest body to the phone, I reached over
and said, "Jim Montgomery."

    There was a female on the line.  "Why did you write that
note?"

    I drew a blank until I remembered what I had scribbled on
the back of Debbie's business card.  "Oh, that!  I got a
feeling about that when you and Jim were speaking to us."

    "Huh?" the voice asked.

    "I thought you were pregnant.  If you're not..."

    "That's not what I was talking about!"

    "I'm sorry.  I thought I was talking to a lady named
Kris."

    "This is Kristen Swift-Crittenhouse.  My husband and I
own the Goddess clubs."

    "That's who I thought you were," I said.

    "So, why did you write it?"

    "Write what?" I said, confused.

    "The second part."

    I tried to remember what I wrote.  I had congratulated
her on her first baby and thanked her for the meal and the
tickets.

    "Thank you?" I asked.

    "What you wrote..."

    "I think I wrote, 'Thank you for the meals and the lucky
tickets.'"

    There was a pause.  "What did you mean by that?"

    "You comped us our meals, and you gave us tickets that
were good at any Isle of the Goddess.  We intend to take you
up on your generous offer."

    Another pause.  "You didn't mean anything else?"

    "No."

    Kristen sounded relieved, "Oh!  I'm sorry.  Did I wake
you?"

    "Not really," I lied.

    There was another pause.  "Hey!" she said, and then added
with a whisper.  "How did you know I was pregnant?  Not even
Oogie knows that yet!  I was going to tell him this morning!"

    Not just pregnant, but pregnant with her first.  I think
that was a bit of showing off, I thought to myself.  I had to
think quickly.  "I told you before, I just had this feeling."

    "Oh."

    "I sometimes feel things like that.  My friend, Aimee,
also has this insight with people..."

    "I know somebody like that.  Patty didn't say anything,
though..." Kristen let the thought die.  After another pause,
Kristen said, "I'm sorry.  I just got a little confused.  A
waiter ran out when I was pulling out of the lot, and handed
me the envelope.  He said it was private, so I waited until
Jim was asleep to open it.  I got very scared for some
reason."

    "How did you locate us here, if I may ask?"

    "Oh, that was easy," Kristen laughed.  "You were sitting
front row, center.  That means I know the concierge that
procured the tickets.  From that information, I figured you
were staying at that hotel, so I just asked for the name on
the business card, and voila!"

    "Oh," I said.  It made perfect sense.

    "Was that story true?  Did your fiancee hit you with a
jeep?"

    "Well, she wasn't my fiancee at the time.  In fact, we
didn't even know one another..."

    We talked for about a half hour.  I told Kristen the
story we tell most people about how we met, only lying when I
implied that Debbie and Aimee were her friends before I woke
up.

    Kristen told me that from the looks that Aimee and Debbie
had given me all night, Mary might have some competition for
my affections.  I laughed it off, saying they were very close
friends, and they wouldn't come between Mary and me.  Kristen
then told me how she and Jim met in her final year of high
school, fell in love, and opened one of the most influential
jazz clubs in the country.

    One by one, with my permission, my wives "tuned in" to
the conversation between Kristen and me.  The story about Jim
and Kristen was indeed a love story, and it affected all of
my wives.

    Before I hung up, I assured Kristen that I had taken
Oogie's wish for our happiness to heart.  I knew that their
love would be an inspiration to all of us.

    Kristen gave me the name and contact information of Patty
Nadal, her business manager, and told me to feel free to keep
in touch with her by sending correspondence to Kristen care
of Patty.

    I had remembered Kristen calling out the name "Patty" the
evening before.  "Was Patty one of the ladies that were
sitting at the table next to us last night?"

    Kristen answered, "Yes!  She's the friend that introduced
me to Jim.  Cammy was there from Boston, too.  It was like a
high school reunion.  We're visiting them today." There was a
pause and then she laughed.  "Jim says we're visiting them as
soon as I get off the fucking phone!"

    I laughed, and all of my wives giggled as well.

    "Give my love to Oogie for me," I said.

    "I'll do better than that.  I'll give him a double dose
of MY love.  Is that all right with you?"

    "Of course," I chuckled.  "Thanks, Kristen."

    "Oogie," I heard Kristen yell.  "I have a surprise for
you...!" The phone line clicked dead and I had a big smile on
my face.  I could imagine the surprise Kristen had in store
for him, and how I'd react to the same information.

* * *

    We all became friends after that.  Debbie told me that
they were millionaires many times over, but my first
impression of them was two people running a very
extraordinary jazz club, having the time of their lives
playing, and totally enjoying themselves doing so.  They had
indeed found the secret to life.
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