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    The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY").
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and rather far fetched, if you ask me.

    This is a story that describes some sexually explicit
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with broad minds.  This audience is getting harder and harder
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act in the way described herein, or even if things described
herein are even possible.  This is just fantasy, and should
be treated as such.  This fantasy takes place in the mid
1970s to late 1980s, without any fear from AIDS or any other
sexually transmitted diseases, so don't try this at home.

[Author's note: The first two parts to this story were
written as a setup for the rest of the story.  As such, they
are trying to convey a rather unique experience and don't
convey much (or even any!) sexual debauchery.  But you really
should read them if you wish to enjoy or understand the rest
of the story.]

Title: Dream State

Author: JiMC

Version: $Revision: 1.18 $ $Date: 2004/07/31 03:07:16 $

Chapter 19--"Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on?"

    Back at the shack, life settled into a comfortable
routine.  The girls and I took turns being the "cook of the
day," and I got to sample some pretty nice cooking.  Mary's
mother was Italian, and she made good pasta dishes.  Debbie
and I were both "meat and potatoes" kind of people, and Aimee
made the most amazing dishes with vegetables and fruits that
I would never have considered potential meal material.

    We occasionally noticed Patricia in town, the person Mary
had identified as being the one that was keeping tabs on us,
but we saw her less and less frequently as time went on.
Although Aimee was worried about the motives of that person,
the rest of us decided that it wasn't worth the risk of
trying to contact her.  Aimee reluctantly agreed with the
family consensus.

    We made occasional trips to some of the islands that
comprise the state of Hawaii, and we shopped to purchase some
maternity wear for Mary, who started to show after about
twelve weeks.  Mary had completely avoided alcohol, even
though the doctor had said that a glass of wine every week or
two probably wouldn't hurt.  Mary's decision was one of
practicality.  She had never really been a big drinker, and
she wanted nothing to possibly endanger the life of the
"little critter" that was growing within her, using Mary's
term for her unborn baby.

    Charles Penet, Debbie's Uncle Chuck, gave us the name of
a firm on the big island that had some first rate talent that
were accountants with law degrees.  We put this firm on
retainer to handle the hassles of day to day life, such as
working out how our various savings, "incomes," tax returns,
and other things that would be difficult for us to handle on
our own.  At first, Aimee was the primary family contact with
this firm, but as time went on, we all felt comfortable with
the firm and they ended up helping out a lot in the mundane
details of life.

    Since all of the partners within the firm had law degrees
and were therefore subject to lawyer-client confidentiality
agreements, Aimee readily revealed the nature of our
relationship to them.  The response?  The person she told
laughed, explaining that the "little beach" near our house
that we frequented so often was once the site of a hippie
commune!  After a year or so, with all the business that our
family was doing with the firm, a branch office in Kanahena
was opened in order to make it easier for us to visit with
them when needed.

    At the suggestion of the law firm, we added a few more
guest houses around the property, and put older clothing of
ours in them.  The idea was that we should be able claim that
some of the unmarried people on the property were actually
living in the guest houses.

    The firm also ensured that our property was properly
zoned for multi-family living, so the fact that so many
unmarried people were at the same place would not arouse
undue suspicions, especially in the light of Mary's
pregnancy.  The last thing we needed was family services
coming by and declaring our lifestyle an endangerment to the
children.

    We hired a carpenter to oversee the construction of the
guest houses as well as add new extensions to the shack,
which allowed us to add Debbie's desired workout room.  For
the first day or so, the men from the carpenter's firm seemed
to love looking at the three women at the house, but to give
them credit, they were professionals and did such a good job,
we ended up using the same company repeatedly whenever we
needed some work done with the house.

    As I said before, the workout room was Debbie's idea, and
she purchased a Universal Gym and exercise mats for the room.
Mary taught her sisters the basics of self defense.  Aimee
surprised Mary, handling herself very well and warded off
Mary's attacks almost effortlessly.  Aimee, however, refused
to attack Mary, saying that the best way to win a fight was
to avoid one.  As a result, Aimee didn't spar much at all, at
least with Mary, since Aimee was very anti-aggressive.
Occasionally I did see Aimee work out with Debbie.

    Debbie also had taken self-defense classes in the past,
and found Mary to be an interesting teacher.  Mary taught
Debbie more aggressive moves.  Despite Debbie's eagerness,
her progress was slow.  As Mary's pregnancy developed, it
became dangerous for Mary to continue sparring, so Debbie
hired an instructor that agreed to come out to the shack
twice a week and continue Debbie's education.

    Mely and June were still around, occasionally.  Both of
them had a condo on the big island that Debbie purchased for
the two of them, and that is where Mely stayed most of her
time.  June, on the other hand, took to staying more and more
in one of the new guest houses on the property so she could
be readily available when one of us needed her services.
June was also very excited about Mary's pregnancy, and the
two women were often seen together, taking shopping trips
together about once a week.

    The first letter arrived from Kristen (from the Goddess
club), and she had told us about how happy she was to be
looking forward to her first child.  Mary wrote back for all
of us, telling her excitedly that she was also pregnant now,
and added a lot of girl talk that expectant mothers are prone
to do.

    When Mary was in her fourth month, William Voder sent a
message to Aimee that Colonel DiPietro had more or less
abandoned his investigation of the four of us, although there
was still an agent on Maui that would inform him if our
status changed.

* * *

    I could tell that Debbie was starting to get cabin fever.
Hawaii is truly an island paradise, but truth be told, Debbie
loved traveling.  She kept reminding me that I had promised
to take her to all of the Goddess clubs, and the closest one
was in Los Angeles.  She also reminded us that she had
interrupted a tour of her father's properties when she had
met up with Mary and me in San Diego.

    I polled Mary and Aimee, and found that they were all
willing to take a small trip back to California and the
southwestern United States, so June rented a Cessna to take
us to the big island, and from there, Mely flew us to the
mainland.

    The Goddess club in L.A. was a bit larger than the one in
Chicago.  Even though the House Band wasn't playing there at
the time we were there, the place was sold out and the
entertainment was still first rate.  The group performing
when we were there had the intriguing name "Aural Fantasy,"
and their style of blues music was wonderful, although I
didn't recognize more than one or two of the songs during the
entire night.

    At the club, most of us drank soft drinks (pitchers,
actually) and Aimee drank apple juice.  We were all willing
to give up alcohol in deference to Mary's condition.  Since
the club had a policy of free drinks for designated drivers,
our waiter declared our entire table safe!

    While we were in California, Aimee surprised us by
announcing that she was going to head north to do some
research.  June drove her to her destination, which turned
out to be a midwifery school up state.  Aimee took general
lessons on learning how to help out with a first time
delivery.  The classes were fascinating to Aimee, and soon,
Aimee would get her DONA certification as a doula, a term
that means "woman servant."

    A doula is a woman, usually one that has been through
childbirth, who helps an expectant mother during pregnancy.
A doula is differentiated from, say, a midwife in that a
doula assists the mother before, during, and after delivery
as an adviser, whereas a midwife is a medically certified
professional that actually delivers babies.  The role of a
doula was very well suited for Aimee's disposition.  Aimee
took a few classes to learn more about the concept and the
role of a doula in childbirth.

    The rest of us spent a few days seeing the sights in Los
Angeles, and when June came back (without Aimee), we all
drove south to San Diego, where we spent about a week.

    During our trip, June was our driver.  Aside from that,
we treated June as if she were a full part of our group,
which she really seemed to appreciate.

    In San Diego, I pointed out the hospital where I had been
in a coma, and we went inside to pay a visit to the nursing
staff that had spent so much time watching over me.  Of
course, they remembered Mary and me, and we introduced Debbie
and June as our friends.  The nurses were excited to hear
that Mary and I had married and that Mary was expecting.  She
even got a free ultrasound, although I made the nurses
promise not to reveal the gender of our child... Mary was the
kind of person that really wanted to find out at the last
moment.

    We stayed at Debbie's apartment complex, staying in
separate apartments.  Debbie and I stayed in the apartment
where Debbie had been living when we met, and June and Mary
shared Mary's old apartment.  We hired some people to help
pack some of the things that Mary still had in that apartment
and arranged for shipping of Mary's remaining stuff back to
Makena.  Mary (and I) had many fond memories of this
apartment, and I knew that I would be sad when we left San
Diego, knowing that we'd probably never stay at that
apartment again.

    During our week in San Diego, we visited Peter's
Restaurant a couple of times.  This was the place where Mary
had once worked as a waitress.  Peter, the owner of the
place, remembered Mary and the rest of us, and we introduced
him to June.  The meals, of course, were as excellent as they
had been before.

    Another place we visited in San Diego was a place that
Debbie had heard about that she wanted to see.  She told us
it was a barbecue restaurant, and it was supposedly a place
where they filmed scenes of a Hollywood movie about the Navy
that I hadn't seen.

    Upon our entrance to the place, we passed through the
bar.  It was difficult to miss the odd collection of
autographed feminine lingerie hanging from the ceiling.  My
impression of the place was that it was a sleazy bar, and I
wondered what the attraction was for Debbie.  I quickly found
out that the food was surprisingly good--the ribs were simply
marvelous!

    During our meal, I asked my companions if any of them
wanted to donate to the collection of underwear in the bar,
and only Debbie volunteered, although Mary and June talked
her out of it eventually.

    From San Diego, June drove us to Arizona where we stopped
for a few days in Tuscon, which was a city close to the army
base where Mary had been stationed.  Mary knew a few places
in Tuscon from her time in the service, and was happy to show
us all around.  This was one of the few places we stopped
where Debbie didn't have property, so we ended up staying at
a nice hotel instead.

    We continued driving east through Arizona and New Mexico
to the outskirts of El Paso, Texas, where Debbie had a ranch.
Like the ranch in Utah, this ranch had people working it, and
we stayed at a guest house that was the size of a large house
with three bedrooms.  We had once been warned that this place
might be bugged, so we were careful to keep our conversations
neutral in case somebody might be monitoring us.

    Despite the fact that the guest house had been adequately
stocked in anticipation of our arrival, the three of us
mostly ate out in town, and even spent a couple of nights in
a hotel there.

    June went to the airport in El Paso and picked up Aimee,
who had returned from her doula classes, and she told
everybody what she had learned, explaining the concept of a
doula to us.

    It was about this point that it was Mary that was
starting to get restless.  She kept mentioning that she
wanted to get back to Makena.  Aimee assured everybody that
Mary's restlessness was mostly due to Mary's hormones
changing and the fact that she just wanted a single place to
rest and relax, much like a pregnant cat will search out a
comfortable place to rest and eventually have her kittens.

    I would soon learn that Aimee's educational trip would be
a boon to all of us.

    After spending a week in El Paso, we went to the airport
where Mely met us in Debbie's jet to take us back to Maui.

    Despite the fact that our latest adventure had ended, we
all enjoyed the peaceful relaxation of life at the shack,
which was quickly becoming our home base.  Debbie seemed
happier than she had been before we had taken the trip, and
we all decided we would spend the rest of Mary's pregnancy at
the shack, planning for the upcoming delivery.  June and
Mely, equally excited about Mary's impending childbirth,
stayed with us also in Makena, taking up residence in one of
the guest houses.

    In private, I promised Debbie that once Mary's child was
born, we'd continue our tour of the country, and make sure
that we'd visit all of the Goddess clubs.  Although I had
every intention of carrying through on this promise, it
turned out to be overly optimistic.

* * *

    Mary looked positively radiant as an expectant mother.
After she started to show, I decided to use alternate sexual
positions to keep my weight off her.  My reasoning was that I
didn't want to do anything that might possibly endanger the
new life that she was hatching.  Mary and Aimee both
complained that I was being way overprotective of Mary, but I
already knew that.  I was excited that I was going to have a
child, and I couldn't wait until the delivery date.  Aimee
occasionally joined Mary and me in bed, and those nights were
usually the most relaxing nights Mary and I spent together.

    I didn't ignore Debbie or Aimee, but I did focus most of
my nighttime activities with Mary, mostly to reassure her
that I wasn't taking her for granted, and that I loved her
even though her figure was changing.  Mary's womb was
expanding, and her breasts will filling out nicely, and I
made every effort to assure Mary that she was still looking
wonderful.

    Over the next few months, I saw Patricia a few times when
I was in town, usually when I was shopping.  She was the
person that Mary had identified as a person that had been
following us.  I no longer saw her as constantly as much as I
had a few months earlier, and seeing her seemed more a
coincidence now, rather than us catching her watching us.

    Despite the fact that that our family had jointly decided
that it wasn't worth the risk of contact, Aimee actually
struck up a friendly conversation with the woman one day at
the market.  According to Aimee, Patricia was easy to talk
to, and readily admitted to Aimee that she was a private
investigator.  Aimee did not let on that she knew that
Patricia had been investigating us, but after their
conversation, Aimee felt that Patricia's demeanor wasn't
quite natural, and the entire visit ended up worrying Aimee
rather than easing her mind, although Aimee didn't explain
what was bothering her.

    As Mary's pregnancy progressed, Aimee warned her about
the dangers of retaining water in the hot climate.  She made
sure Mary removed her rings from her fingers before they
would swell, and Mary took to wearing her gold and platinum
marriage rings on a necklace that she wore every moment of
the day, keeping them "close to her heart."

    I had thought that once Mary became pregnant, the other
two women would also be chomping at the bit to have their own
children as well.  That didn't turn out to be the case.  I
asked Aimee about this one day.

    Aimee answered, "This is Mary's time.  Debbie and I have
our lives ahead of us, and we want Mary to have her time in
the limelight.  This may be her only child, and we're all
excited and happy for her.  She is even starting to mother us
even more than before she became pregnant.  Waiting also
allows us to space our children apart so that the older ones
will help the younger ones grow up without too much
competition."

    "Sounds like you really thought this out," I said.

    "Debbie, Mary, and I had a long talk after the wedding in
San Francisco, and I had plenty of time to think about it
when I was learning about childbirth."

    I asked, "Aimee, did you take those courses in California
just for Mary?"

    "Actually, I did it more for myself and our entire
family, rather than just for Mary, but Mary was a big part of
it.  My aunt that helped my mother in a similar way before I
was born, and my mother told me that it was her sister that
made a big difference for her.  When I was studying, I was
fascinated by the concept of the doula, and I wanted Mary to
have the same advantage that my mother had.  My aunt wasn't a
doula by name, but she was a helpful influence with my
mother."

    I was proud of Aimee.  It was obvious that her efforts
were truly focused on our family.

    About two weeks before Mary's due date, Debbie rented a
condo near the hospital so we would be close when the time
came.  The delivery would be in a birthing room in a hospital
that Aimee recommended in Oahu.

    At five minutes after nine o'clock in the evening, on
June 21, 1989, Dawn Elaine Montgomery was born, weighing in
at eight pounds, nine ounces.  In the delivery room was Mary,
her husband, and her two best friends that she called her
sisters.  The birthing room wasn't too crowded, and Debbie's
money went far.  Aimee's doula training and our collective
Empathic abilities really seemed to help Mary during the
intense labor contractions that she experienced.  The doctor
was impressed at how smoothly the delivery went.  Mary's
labor had lasted nearly six hours, which was apparently a
short period for a first-time delivery with an older mother.

    The name Dawn had been selected by all three of the
women, and Elaine was Mary's mother's name.  My only
contribution to my daughter's name was my being asked if I
liked the name they chose.

    I remember with pride holding Dawn for the first time,
when a nurse handed her to me.  It was obvious to me that she
was the most beautiful girl in the world.  At birth, she had
dark hair, pudgy cheeks, and purple skin.  Despite the fact
that Dawn's face was contorted as she cried, I knew that she
would have a smile that would light up a city.  In
retrospect, she could have had scales, a goatee beard, and an
ankle growing out of her head, and to me, she would still be
the most beautiful little girl in the world.  I handed her to
Mary, telling my wife that she had done a great job.

    Debbie and Aimee held Dawn soon afterward, and the nurses
took a very lovely picture of my daughter, naked except for a
silly knitted cap that the nurses insisted on putting on her
head.  They could at least have given her a diaper or
something; somehow I knew that picture would cause her no end
of embarrassment when she got older.  Debbie, who had her own
camera, had the nurses take pictures of Dawn with the four of
us as well, and I had mercifully made sure she was properly
wrapped in a small blanket the hospital had handy.

    Around midnight, the nurses came into Mary's private room
and spirited my daughter away into the nursery, saying that
she had enough excitement for her first three hours of her
life.  Not too long after that, Mary fell asleep, totally
exhausted.  We decided to call it a night--the nurses had
told us that they would wake up Mary if Dawn woke up and
needed nursing.

    When we left Mary's room, we found June and Mely still in
the reception area.  They had already seen Dawn in the
nursery, and congratulated me, although I assured everybody
that Mary did most of the work.  June drove us back to the
condo, and we went home for the night.

    Aimee fell fast asleep as soon as her body hit the bed.
Apparently, she had experienced a lot more emotional drain
than usual during the childbirth process.  Aimee would
eventually be able to parlay her experience later on when she
went to get her certification as a doula.

    Debbie didn't seem as sleepy as Aimee, and the two of us
talked once we were at home.

    I cuddled with the curvaceous Debbie.  "Aimee told me
that one of you will be the next one to try to have a baby.
Dawn is going to be a hard act to follow."

    Debbie smiled at me.  "There's no rush to have a bunch of
children right now.  Aimee has said she was considering not
having children, or waiting some time."

    "How do you feel about children, Debbie?"

    Debbie shrugged.  "I'd like to see how it feels once Dawn
comes home.  Dawn is as cute as a button, and she has your
eyes.  I bet you she'll have Mary's dark hair."

    "I think I see Mary's cheekbones in Dawn as well."

    "You're really proud, aren't you, Jim?"

    "I never felt that I would be looking forward to having a
child until Mary showed how determined she was to become a
mother.  I mean, I never considered myself husband material,
let alone a father.  At first, I thought I would do it just
for Mary, but after a day or so, I was actually looking
forward to having my own daughter.

    "Everybody that saw you tonight could see you were a
proud new father."

    "It was nice that Mary got a private room, and that Aimee
secured the birthing room for the delivery, Debbie."

    "Aimee thought it would be money well spent."

    I nodded.  "I can't begin to tell you how much that we
appreciate all the stuff you've done for this family."

    "We all contribute, Jim.  Most of you contribute more
than I do."

    "That's not true!" I said, hoping that I wouldn't have to
have the same conversation that I once had to have with Mary.
"You are all an important part of the whole."

    "I know, Jim," Debbie said softly.  I could feel a wisp
of Debbie's melancholia start to permeate the room.  "I mean,
you all go out of your way to tell me how much you appreciate
me.  Sometimes, however, it feels like you tell me so often
that you are trying to convince yourselves."

    I hugged Debbie.  "No. The person we're trying to
convince is you.  We can all feel your uncertainty at times,
my lovely Radio."

    Debbie nodded her head and smiled, still holding me
tightly.

    I moved my face and kissed Debbie on the cheek.  I
continued kissing Debbie until she moved her face so that I
could reach her lips and she started kissing me back.

    I'm not exactly sure how long we kissed, but it was a
long time.  The two of us fell asleep in each other's arms.

* * *

    The two girls and I visited Mary the next morning.  Aimee
had made some cinnamon buns, one of Mary's favorite breakfast
snacks.  She also brought some milk, orange juice, and some
other snacks in a picnic basket.

    We found Mary and Dawn in bed together.  Dawn was asleep,
cradled in Mary's arms.

    "Hello, Gorgeous," I said after seeing the tableau.
"Who's the beautiful woman that's holding you?"

    "You sweet man," Mary smiled.  She noticed the girls with
me.  "Hello, Aimee; hi, Debbie!"

    I had a vase full of flowers that I purchased at the
hospital gift shop, as well as a beautiful pink teddy bear
and I presented them to mother and daughter.  Mary oohed and
aahed, and Debbie put the vase onto the night stand next to
Mary's bed.  Mary moved over carefully, trying not to disturb
her daughter, and inhaled their fragrance.  Aimee presented
Mary with a stuffed pink flamingo as well.

    We all said our hellos, and each of us kissed Mary, and
gave a quick peck on Dawn's cheek.

    "Aimee made some cinnamon buns," Debbie announced.

    Mary didn't answer that, but made a yummy sound instead.

    "Did they feed you breakfast?" Aimee asked.

    Mary shrugged.  "Bland eggs and some toast with
decaffeinated coffee."

    "We have milk and O.J. with some pastries," I said.

    Aimee was setting up her picnic basket on one of the
tables in the room.  She pulled out a paper plate and put one
of the buns on it, and poured some milk for Mary.

    Debbie carefully took Dawn from Mary's arms, careful not
to wake up the infant.

    A nurse came into the room with a disapproving look in
her eyes.  "Only two visitors at a time are allowed."

    We all stared at the nurse with disbelief.

    Aimee said, softly, "You know as well as I do that that
particular rule does not apply to private rooms.  In
addition, Mary's doctor has said that our presence here has
had a calming effect on the mother, rather than the opposite."

    "Who do you think you're talking to?" the nurse demanded,
raising her voice.

    Aimee is not a person that you can bully.  When she gets
angry, she doesn't yell.  If anything, her voice gets softer,
and she lowered her voice even more.  "From your name tag, it
appears that I am talking to Nurse Dennon.  From your
attitude, though, it would also appear that I might be
talking to a candy striper who is dressed up in a nurse's
costume."

    The nurse looked at Aimee in disbelief.

    Aimee wasn't finished.  "This man here is Mary's husband,
Captain Jim Montgomery," she said, indicating me.  "Debbie
and I are also part of her family.  We have the permission of
the director of this hospital that our needs would be met and
that the people would be treating Mary here as a guest, and
not as a sick patient.  Delivering a child is not the same as
being treated for a disease, and if you were a nurse,
especially one on a maternity ward, you'd know this yourself.
Nobody requested you to come into this room.  You may now
leave or show me the reason why you are in this private room,
without having been summoned."

    You could have heard a pin drop.  Dawn squirmed a bit in
Debbie's arms and opened her eyes.  Thankfully, she didn't
cry.

    "We'll see about this," the nurse said, not wanting to
back down.  Nonetheless, she bid a hasty retreat and left the
room.

    I'm very sure that Aimee had done her homework.  She had
made arrangements in advance of Mary's labor to ensure we
received the proper treatment.  Hospitals are usually
especially accommodating to people that are willing to pay
cash in advance.  If the nurse were to check things out, it
would definitely turn out that Aimee's words were, if
anything, an understatement.

    "I'm sorry, Mary," Aimee said after the nurse left.

    "Huh?" Mary asked, confused.  "What for?"

    "I'm sorry I caused a scene in here."

    "That's all right."

    "It is not all right that I made a scene, and I'm sorry
if it made you feel uncomfortable," Aimee insisted.  "I
didn't want that nurse to start imposing unnecessary rules on
us."

    "Forget about it, Aimee," Mary said.  "I'm sure the nurse
didn't realize."

    There was an awkward silence, but I found myself staring
at my beautiful daughter, who was now awake and lying quietly
in Mary's arms.  Dawn's eyes were big and round and were the
most amazing shade of blue that I'd ever seen, although all
three girls said that Dawn had my eyes.

    Debbie saw where my attention was directed, and with
Mary's permission, she took Dawn from Mary, walked over to
me, and handed me my daughter.

    "You look amazing," I said to Dawn.  "You have your
mother's cheek bones."

    The incident with the nurse was all but forgotten as the
four of us started fussing over our little bundle of joy.

    After few minutes, Dawn started to fuss.  I quietly
delivered her back to Mary, who decided to feed her.  Aimee
helped her get Dawn into the correct position (those lessons
she took in California were wonderful!), and soon, Dawn was
happily feeding at Mary's breast.

    As I mentioned before, Mary's breasts had increased their
size during her pregnancy.  At this point, they were nearly
the same size as Debbie's.  A few weeks before, Mary had let
me have a taste of her milk, which was an interesting
experience.  Although I wasn't a person that found anything
sexual in lactation, Mary seemed to enjoy the attention.

    June and Mely came in to visit for an hour or so,
bringing a box of chocolates and a vase of orchids.  Each of
them appreciated that we allowed them to hold Dawn.  They
held her as if she were a delicate piece of crystal.

    After only two days at the birthing center, Mary and Dawn
were ready to go.  Mary told me that after the confrontation
with Aimee, she had never seen or heard from that nurse that
had tried to limit Mary's room to two visitors at a time.
With that exception, the entire nursing staff were cheerful
and helpful for the entirety of her stay.

    Mary had been told that walking and swimming were two
exercises that would help her lose the thirty or so pounds
that she had put on during her pregnancy, and she was advised
not to try to starve her way back to her normal weight, since
that could adversely affect her health and that of Dawn, who
Mary was nursing.  Another form of daily exercise, we found,
was just looking after Dawn.  Despite the fact that she had
four people ready to dote on her, it took time before we fell
into a routine.

    It was easy to fall in love with a beautiful baby like
Dawn, and the four of us equally shared in all the parental
chores, with the notable exception that only Mary nursed the
baby, being the only one properly equipped for that role.
Mary occasionally found it necessary to draw her milk using a
breast pump, and afterward each of us could take turns
feeding Dawn with some of Mary's saved milk.

    I had thought that Mary's mood swings would end after the
delivery.  Aimee explained that this wasn't the case.
Apparently, Mary's hormones were still changing, but
thankfully, we had our mind connections to reassure Mary that
she was truly loved and appreciated by everyone, and we were
thankful that there was no postpartum depression.  It would
be difficult if a misunderstanding were to go unheeded, so we
were all watching over Mary almost as much as we were
watching over Dawn.

    It took a couple days after coming back from the hospital
before Dawn's nighttime habits stabilized.  Her feeding
schedule seemed to be about every couple of hours, but she
managed to sleep about six hours straight at night, and for
about four hours during the day as a nap.  We fit our
lifestyle around her.  One or more of us would always be with
Mary during Dawn's meals, happy to talk with her.  I worked
out a five kilometer course along the roads around the shack
where Mary could exercise, and I found myself enjoying our
daily strolls, wheeling Dawn in a carriage.

    Mely and June were usually around as well, urging us to
go out to dinner so they could have a few hours with our
precious baby.

    During the first two weeks after we returned from Oahu,
Debbie added equipment to the exercise room that Aimee had
recommended for Mary's recuperation, as it would be a few
weeks before Mary was able to once again work out with Debbie
as they once again practiced their martial arts together.

    Meanwhile, Debbie and I sparred together occasionally.
We were about evenly matched, despite the fact that I was
physically stronger.  The only problem with Debbie was that
she wasn't overly aggressive, and that gave me a slight
advantage.  Her advantage, of course, was her voluptuous
body, which would occasionally distract me to the point where
Debbie might actually get me in a simple hold.  When that
happened, of course, I'd squirm around until I was on top of
her, and the sparring match would be called on account of
sex.  Debbie jokingly suggested that it would be more
efficient if we simply sparred together in the nude.

* * *

    About ten weeks after Dawn was born, Debbie and Aimee
made a trip to New York together, mostly to get a few of
Debbie's loose ends tied up.  Debbie asked her Uncle Chuck to
arrange for the sale of a few of her properties that she'd
never have any interest in keeping.  The ranch in Salt Lake
City would be given to Angus and his growing family as a
gift, and a few of the other properties could be sold or
given to their caretakers.  Charles suggested that some of
the ones that Debbie indicated be retained as possible
investments in the future, which is why Debbie's father had
purchased them in the first place.

    In addition, and I didn't know it at the time, Debbie
formed a limited partnership into which she put everything
she had inherited from her father, naming the four of us as
equal partners, and the firm in Hawaii as our legal and
accounting staff.

    While Debbie and Charles Penet were discussing the
partnership, Charles suggested that Debbie keep a small
portion, perhaps only five million or so, in a safe deposit
box or someplace else that didn't draw interest, so if
anything catastrophic should happen, she'd at least have
something to fall back upon.  After discussing this, Debbie
finally decided on a course of action that seemed to satisfy
both Debbie and her Uncle Charles: Debbie, each of her
sisters, and I would have some sort of safe deposit box or
whatever they came up with.  The exact details of this
arrangement remain unknown to me to this day, but I think,
since Debbie has never been embezzled, I'll probably only
find out about it if I outlive Debbie.  If anything, it will
become a legacy to each of my children equally.  That money
isn't important to me; I still have more money than I really
need at that bank in San Diego where Mary used to work,
although I only think about it once a year at tax time.  It's
not anywhere near what Debbie had, of course, but it was
still a nice sum.

    Debbie and Aimee were lucky enough to see the House Band
perform at the Isle of the Goddess location in New York.
Kristen recognized the two of them when they got into the
club, and arranged for Debbie and Aimee to sit with her
personal manager, Patty Nadal.  The girls were surprised when
they discovered that Patty just happened to be babysitting
Tricia Beth, Kristen's six month old daughter.  The two
musicians spent some time at their table between sets, and
even dedicated a song called "Tricia Beth" to the youngster
in the second set.  Pictures of Dawn were traded for those of
Tricia Beth, and everyone promised that our families would be
exchanging letters and even more pictures soon.

    While Debbie and Aimee were visiting the Big Apple, Mary
and I took the opportunity to get closer together.  I let her
make lunch while I cooked supper, as my expertise in the
kitchen was starting to increase.

    I tried sparring with Mary in the exercise room, but I
could easily tell that Mary was pulling back quite a lot with
me.  She was close to black belt material (she wouldn't
actually tell me how close), and the only thing I had over
her was raw strength and that wasn't much.  Additionally,
strength can work against you in most martial arts styles.
Mary was ruthlessly aggressive in her workouts, which was
alarming.

    Mary was shedding the natal weight she had gained, and
she once again was close to her original weight.  I found
that the look in her eyes when she was sparring told me that
it would be the biggest mistake of my life to allow myself to
become distracted by Mary's lovely body when we were
exercising, as I had been prone to do with Debbie.

    By this time, our daily walk/jog route had grown close to
ten kilometers, and we jogged part of it.  Dawn seemed to
enjoy it when we raced down the road.  June occasionally
joined us on our jogs, having nothing much else to do now
that Mely had returned to the big island.

    Mary and I spent some time putting up a swing set for
Dawn, even though she wouldn't be able to use it for a while.
We also spent a part of each day on a blanket at the beach.
I must tell you that having a beautiful daughter at the beach
is a great way to get the attention of girls, and it is a
delight when girls--most topless and some even
bottomless--would approach you to strike up a conversation
and look at and coo over your daughter.  Mary didn't seem to
mind this attention, as a lot of it was lavished on her as
well, people telling her that her figure was fantastic for a
mother of such a young baby.

    Mary, June, Dawn and I became regulars at some of the
local restaurants downtown.  The people always doted on Dawn,
and we we would put Dawn's carrier on top of a high chair.
The fact that Dawn usually slept throughout our meals made
her less of a problem for other customers trying to enjoy
their meals.  However, to be safe, we usually ate a couple of
hours before or after the times that the restaurants would be
crowded in order to minimize any impact that an occasionally
fussy Dawn might have on other patrons.  This seemed to be
common practice, as we saw other couples with young children
at those times.

* * *

    Debbie and Aimee hadn't come back yet from New York, and
now it was me that was starting to get cabin fever.  It was
nice to be able to relax and not have to worry about anything
except playing with your daughter or changing her diaper, but
the newness of this was wearing off.  Even the swing set had
been completed, and I was looking for something different to
do.

    I started reevaluating my life.  When I was younger, I
had decided that I would join the army and pursue a career in
it until I retired.  A twelve year coma did away with that.
Now, thanks to Debbie's wealth, I had nothing to do except
stay at home.  The novelty, even now having a wonderful
daughter, was no longer there.

    Mary noticed how I felt, and she brought it to my
attention almost before I had actually acknowledged it
myself.  "Jim, what are you going to do with your life?"

    "Huh?" I asked, feigning ignorance.

    "I've been living with you for a year and a half, Jim,"
Mary said.  "You pace when something is bothering you, and
it's starting to drive me crazy."

    "I'm sorry, Gorgeous," I said.  "I guess I was also
thinking about how I wanted to spend the rest of my life."

    Mary nodded.  "Feeling useless cooped up in the shack?"

    "That's not completely it," I said, wondering how to
express myself without hurting Mary's feelings.  "Let's take
our walk.  Let me get Dawn's stroller and we'll do a good
ten."

    I found the equipment, and dressed Dawn in a cute
two-piece bikini that Aimee had bought right before she left
for New York.

    As we went outside, I saw June doing stretching exercises
on the lawn.

    "Jim, Mary... going for your walk?" June asked, noticing
me pushing Dawn.

    "Yeah, June."

    "Mind if I join you?"

    "Sure thing, but we're just walking today," I said.  I
didn't know if we were going to continue the conversation
that Mary had started now that June was around.  June,
however, was too nice a person to deny her request.  She
worked out even more than Mary did, using mostly the
Universal Gym that Debbie had installed inside our house,
occasionally getting Mary to do stretches with her.  I also
saw June constantly swimming laps in the pool and running up
and down the beaches, apparently favoring the sand as it made
her exert more effort when she ran.

    Mary, on the other hand, didn't see any problem
continuing our conversation in front of June.  Mary wasn't
going to let me get off the hook so easily.  "You still
haven't told me what you want to do with your life, Jim."

    "What more do I need?  I have you, Dawn, Debbie and
Aimee.  We have Debbie's lovely employees," I said, smiling
at June.  "We can hop on a plane or be driven anywhere."

    "And you're bored to death," Mary pointed out.

    I shrugged.  "I don't know what I want to do.  Long ago,
I had planned on being in the service, but that's no longer
possible."

    "You could re-enlist," Mary pointed out.  "William told
you that you were only given a disability discharge because
you were put in harm's way."

    "You were in the army, right?" June asked, feeling free
to enter the conversation.

    "Yeah," I said.  "One year plus twelve and a half in the
hospital."

    June bent over and tickled Dawn, who squealed in reply.
"Do you qualify for the G.I. bill?" June asked me.

    I didn't know if I did, but June's question had started
my mind working on new possibilities.

    "You should do what Mely and I do when we're on the big
island," June suggested.  "We take courses at the University.
Sometimes we do it to just learn new things, so we take the
courses that sound exotic.  Debbie pays us well enough for
doing next to nothing, so we have more than enough time on
our hands."

    "I never thought of that," I said.  "I might be too old
for the University, though."

    "Bullshit," Mary said.  "Grown adults attend University
every day."

    June nodded at Mary in agreement.

    "Do you have a list of the courses they offer?" I asked
June.

    "Probably in the cottage," June said, referring to the
guest house where she usually stayed.

    "Mary, would you be interested in attending college?" I
asked, wondering if she would want to attend with me.

    "I would really prefer staying at home with Dawn," Mary
said.

    "The University of Hawaii has branches throughout the
state," Mary said.  "We could get Mely to commute you to a
convenient site."

    "That would take a lot of gas and wear and tear on
Debbie's jet," I pointed out.

    "A Cessna would be easier and cheaper," June said.  "And
I could fly that myself.  Maybe you'd like flying lessons?
I'm not certified to teach, but I think Mely is.  I'd really
be willing to help."

    That intrigued me.

    "There's other things," June continued.  "There's
boating, scuba diving, even playing golf.  You can't tell me
you can't find a thing to do in Hawaii!"

    "June has a good point there, Jim," Mary agreed.  "Living
a life of leisure doesn't mean being tied to a house doing
nothing."

    "Aimee told me she'd teach me to use computers," I said,
starting to get some ideas myself.

    "Yeah.  She's teaching me Lotus 1-2-3," June said.
"Mely's got a Macintosh as well, and it has the most amazing
graphics programs.  You can get a great computer system for
as little as a couple thousand dollars."

    I picked up the pace of my walking, as the ideas were
running through my head.  Dawn made a happy sound as her
stroller made louder noise as we moved faster down the
street.  Of course, hearing Dawn's reaction made me move a
bit faster still, and pretty soon, the three of us were
running down our path.

    It took us about an hour and a half to make the 10-K
circuit.  Mary went inside to change and rinse off Dawn, who
now had a little bit of road dust on her, leaving me with
June.

    "Jim?" June said once Mary was out of the way.

    "Yes?" I said, pouring three glasses of lemonade from the
refrigerator.

    "If you ever need anything... anything at all, please
don't hesitate to ask.  Mely and I usually don't do have much
work to do, and we're always going out and doing things to
amuse ourselves.  Feel free to tag along with us."

    "I'll think about it, June," I said, handing her a glass.

    The way that June was asking me made me feel a tiny bit
uncomfortable.  Neither Mely nor June ever brought up our
unusual lifestyle, although it was be apparent to them that
there was something different about the relationships in our
house.  In addition, the two girls seemed to be best friends
and I didn't want to intrude on their friendship.

    June drank her lemonade, and then went out to the back
yard.

    Later on in the day, I had changed into a bathing suit
and went outside to the pool to look for Mary.  Instead, I
found June swimming laps.  She only had on the bottom half of
her bikini.  I had seen June topless before, sometimes on the
nude beach, and most of the time when she was in our pool,
swimming laps.  She didn't seem to be embarrassed about her
body, and also didn't seem to mind me looking at her.

    "Come on in, Jim," June said when she saw me there.

    "I didn't want to interrupt your laps."

    "Mary said she'd be coming in.  I thought she had been
looking for you."

    "Maybe she's putting Dawn down for a nap."

    "So, join me.  You already have your suit on."

    I did so, and June continued her laps.

    The water was warm, but cool enough to be refreshing.

    June went racing from one end of the pool to the other,
doing a smooth sort of somersault when she got near the end
of the pool to propel her into the opposite direction.  She
was marvelously fast, and I found myself sitting in the
shallow end, just watching her streak back and forth.

    Mary found me in the pool and quietly joined me.

    "She's really fast," I said.

    Mary nodded.  "She almost qualified for the Olympics in
1984."

    "Really?  Swimming?"

    "No," Mary answered.  "I think it was one of the track
events."

    "Wow."

    "She told me that her mother tried to push her, and she
resisted, I think.  She now exercises for herself, and she
tells me she enjoys it more this way."

    "She's got a great wholesome body."

    Mary smiled.  "You're sitting in a pool with your wife
and the mother of your child, and you tell me that this
topless girl in our pool has a nice body?"

    "I know you're not the jealous type," I grinned.

    "Well, just don't take me for granted, hubby."

    "I'll never do that again," I promised.

    The two of us kissed for a few moments when I realized
that June had stopped her swimming and was watching us from
the deep end of the pool.

    I broke the kiss with Mary, and waved June over.

    Without hesitation, June swam to the shallow end.  "Is
Dawn in her cradle?"

    "Yes.  I must have fed her a quart this afternoon!"

    I looked at Mary's breasts.  "I hope you alternated
sides.  I wouldn't want you to have one breast like Debbie's,
and the other like Aimee's!"

    Mary playfully splashed water in my face for that remark.

    "Speaking of Aimee," June said.  "She called me at the
cottage earlier and said that Debbie and she would be
arriving in Honolulu the day after tomorrow.  Mely will fly
them out to Maui and I'll be picking them up to take them
here about three in the afternoon."

    "Great!" I said, having missed the two girls.

    "We should do something special for them," Mary said.

    "Like what?" June asked.

    "Aimee is easy," I said.  "Just buy about a ton of purple
orchids.  What do you do for Debbie, though?"

    "Cook her favorite meal?" Mary suggested.

    "I can't cook those Asian things," I said.  "Believe me,
Aimee tried to teach me."

    "What does Debbie like?" June asked.

    "Chicken Pad Thai is one that I can pronounce."

    "I can make that," June said.  "It's quite simple.  Aimee
probably has all the noodles and peanuts and everything in
the kitchen."

    I shook my head.  "I couldn't ask you to do cook for us!"

    June sighed.  "Jim, although I work for you, drive you
anywhere you want to go, and occasionally fly you around, I
am also your friend.  I made the suggestion as such, not as
an employee."

    Mary gave me a look that told me that I shouldn't argue
the point.

    "I'm sorry, June," I said.  "I wasn't thinking."

    "That's alright, Jim," June smiled.  "You're sweet, but
you're a man.  Sometimes, your gender gets me all aggravated."

    I laughed.

    The three of us played in the pool together for another
hour before coming out.  I had a pitcher of sangria in the
refrigerator and brought it out with three large glasses of
ice and poured the cold concoction.

    "Only half a glass for me.  I'm still nursing Dawn," Mary
warned.

    I nodded.  "Actually, I only used about half the wine
that Debbie's recipe calls for, Mary."

    "That's why yours taste fruitier!" Mary smiled.  "That's
sweet!  June's right, you are sweet, but I never find you
aggravating."

    "You did once."

    "And Aimee corrected that."

    June blushed at the mention of her earlier comment, but
seemed intrigued in the banter between Mary and me.  She
smiled as she took the drink when I offered it to her.

    I looked at the lovely blonde.  "June, do you think you
could fly Mary and me to the big island tomorrow?  We can
stay at a hotel overnight and then we'll all meet Debbie and
Aimee when they arrive."

    "Why don't you stay at our condo on the big island?" June
suggested.  "We've got two bedrooms and Mely and I could bunk
together."

    "We don't want to be an imposition..."

    June rolled her eyes.

    Mary interrupted.  "Jim, I can see how June thinks you're
aggravating!"

    I sighed.  I hated imposing on people, and Mary knew it,
but she was taking June's side in these issues.  "You're
probably right," I said softly, not wanting to belabor the
point.

    After we drank our drinks, I went upstairs to check on
Dawn.  She was awake, and smiling.  She was moving slightly
left and right as she stared at a mobile that we had
purchased, but after a few seconds, it was obvious that Dawn
was more interested in looking at her hands than the mobile
that was above her out of reach.  I reached into the cradle
and picked her up.

    Dawn was heavier than normal, mostly at the business end
of her diaper.  I changed her and deposited the messy old one
in the diaper bucket for the diaper service to pick up.
Since I was already changing Dawn, I decided to change her
from her bikini to a light pink sun dress that Mary had out.
Dawn giggled as I sprinkled powder on her body; I found out a
while ago that baby powder seems to affect at least Debbie
and Mary almost as an aphrodisiac... go figure!

    After a few minutes, during which I playfully tickled
Dawn, and then played a game where I called her name a few
times, listening as she made random noises in response, I
decided it was best to go downstairs.

    "Awww," said June when she saw my pink bundle of joy.
"Look who is up from her nap!"

    I looked around and Mary wasn't around.  I thought this
was unusual until I heard sounds from the exercise room.
"Oh, Mommy is exercising.  Do you want to see Mommy sweat?"

    June giggled as I headed into the room where Mary was
doing some exercises.  Seeing Dawn, she said, "Here's Mommy's
little girl!" and put down the weight she was pressing and
took Dawn from my arms.

    "Dawn likes watching Mommy sweat," I said.

    "Daddy likes embarrassing Mommy, doesn't he, Dawn?" Mary
said.

    Dawn, in response, just moved her mouth a bit with a big
smile and a little drool on her face.

* * *

    The next day, June flew Mary, Dawn, and me to the big
island, calling Mely before we left to meet us at the airport.

    When we arrived, Mely saw Dawn and said, excitedly,
"She's getting so much bigger!"

    "Babies tend to do that at this age," June pointed out.

    As Mely cuddled Dawn, I asked June and Mely where their
favorite restaurant was.

    June looked at Mely, and then asked us if we had been to
the Little Grill.

    I looked at Mary.  "I never heard of it."

    "Me, neither," agreed Mary.

    "It's a Cambodian spot," Mely said.  "Lots of grilled
food.  Steak for you, seafood for Mary and June, and they
love kids like Dawn."

    "Sounds like a treat.  What do you think, Mary?" I asked.

    "Sounds exotic," Mary smiled.

    "Where is it?" I asked.

    "It's on the way to the condo," Mely said.  "About ten
minutes from here."

    Mely offered me Dawn back, so I decided to leave it in
her hands.  "Dawn, do you want to go to the Little Grill?" I
asked her.

    Dawn reacted with her typical giggle and happy "coo!"
That reaction, however, was due to the fact that I had pulled
open her top and breathed against her belly, sending
vibrations through her.

    "I take that as a yes," I interpreted.  "I think it's
unanimous!"

    Dawn squealed again and we headed for Debbie's limo,
where I strapped Dawn into her car seat.

    "It's a pity she has to face backward," I said.

    "It prevents whiplash," June said.

    "I know, but I really doubt Dawn would be looking for an
ambulance chaser!"

    At the Little Grill, the hostess, an older woman, put up
a big fuss when she saw Dawn.  She called into the kitchen in
her native language, and an older gentleman came out.

    "Who is the mother?" the man asked.

    We all pointed to Mary.

    The man went to Mary and kissed the back of her hand.
"May God bless you and your wonderful family for many
generations.  You bring honor to our little shop."

    Mely hadn't been kidding when she said that this
restaurant loved kids.  Dawn was treated as a little princess
and loved the attention from her new friends.

    The food was indeed quite good: basic food grilled to
perfection with additional sauces for added spiciness and
taste.  Mary caught me trying to sneak a grain of cooked rice
toward Dawn and stopped me.

    "Jim!  You know she's not ready for solid food!" Mary's
smile showed that she knew I was only playing around.

    "I know, I know.  It's just a grain of rice, Mary!  She
has got to try the food here.  It's excellent!"

    The hostess overheard me and beamed at my praise.

    When we left, the hostess once again called out her
husband so they could say farewell to Dawn and her parents,
and they told us that we're forever welcome into their little
restaurant.

    Over the years, we came to enjoy visiting that place, and
the hostess always remembers Dawn's name when she comes in.

* * *

    Mely had a friend who lived in the same apartment complex
who offered her services as a babysitter so we could go out
on the town that night.  Both Mary and I were more than a bit
hesitant; we had never left Dawn alone before, except very
occasionally with June and Mely.  The decision became moot
when Mary alerted me to the fact that she hadn't pressed any
milk for a babysitter to feed Dawn, and we didn't want our
daughter using formula.

    Instead of painting the town red, we watched television.
It turns out that June was an animation junkie, and had a
video of "Who Framed Roger Rabbit," a Disney movie that had
animated "toons" that interacted with real live people.  It
came out about a year before I came out of my coma and I had
heard about it, but had never seen it.  The one thing in that
movie that struck me was the voluptuous Jessica Rabbit.  She
was very sexy, looking almost like an exaggerated cartoon
version of Debbie.  I pointed this out to Mary, who playfully
slapped me in mock protest.

    I remembered watching Disney cartoons when I had been a
child, and I had hoped that Dawn would experience the wonder
and humor that I had remembered.  Dawn did watch the movie
with us, but promptly fell asleep on my lap, only waking up
occasionally when some wise remark was said on the television.

    Mary and I sat together on a small love seat, one arm
around Mary's body, and the other cradling Dawn.

    June and Mely sat on the sofa together, occasionally
holding hands.  The two looked so happy watching the
television together.

    All in all, it was a wonderful way to spend an evening.
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