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The Audition: Her Sister’s Beds

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The Audition: Her Sister’s Beds
He’s told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family.

In 2 parts, by deadeye_76,

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Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman.

Summary:

On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I’d

just met my fiancée’s mother & sisters. The ‘audition’ cover story fell
apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The
true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr.
Thurman’s will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen’s future love
life.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot.

I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the
personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”

She looked puzzled. “Sure.”

“It’s one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man

was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he
leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?’
She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and
asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?’ She looked aghast
and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?’ He smiled and said, ‘We’ve already
established that, now we’re just bickering over price.’” I sat back and watched
Mrs. Thurman.

“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not

happy.

“No, I’m saying this may be your deceased husband’s way of

proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that
this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to
you, right?”

She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can’t see it until

it’s time to declare that we have accomplished the first part  of the
will’s demands; or decide to protest it.”

“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what

the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He
wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?

She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If

we do not do this before you two are married, we don’t even get a chance at the
rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don’t you think?”

“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs.

Thurman. I’m sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I’m
just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”

Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet

sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I
don’t know how I can say no to my family on this.”

I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands.

She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what’s the plan?”

Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already

drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then
Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next
three.”

I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting

and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you
are married?”

Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and

hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her

to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”

I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be

absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it
and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things.
Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your
family?”

“I don’t know. I just think that I have no choice.”

I stood up. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé’s

mother.

Thanksgiving Day, 2010.

I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about her

mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but
if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn’t take it back now and she
would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing
happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live
with it the rest of my life, because I didn’t want to let this beauty go. But I
also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting
but stressful weekend.

The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it

was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but
there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy
because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an
overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet.
Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and
discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed.
She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister’s
room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned
suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and
then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile.

“I guess it’s time.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that

this will not change what we have.”

I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This

will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be
together. This will be over after this weekend.”

She put her head back down. “Okay, you’d better go.”

I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer,

then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in
a little while.”

“Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my

pajamas.

I headed for her sister, Sheila’s room. I knocked lightly

and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in
bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.

She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I

complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice package.” I looked up at her
quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as
well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I’m ready.”

I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don’t

have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.”

“Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my rod and her covers

fell away, revealing a boxom body. I  hardened. “I can’t wait to have my
way with a new toy. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully
hard. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at
me, standing at attention while she held the goods. “Um. Did I mention that I
love sucking?” She bent over. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and
rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling. I could see that she
had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that, night after night?
Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.

Sheila continued, and she was definitely into it. She

started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need
any lube?”

She grinned. “Honey, I’ve been thinking about this all day

and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I’m wet and ready.”

She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious.

That was the final straw for me. She started moaning and I

could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held
still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this
until she completed her ecstasy.

She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I

think I’m going to like having you.”

I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last

time. Period.”

“Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I’m just going to leave

an open invitation out there for you, that’s all.”

“Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I’m going

to marry her. She’s the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we’re done.”

She stared at me for a second. “Hmm. I guess that means that

baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?”

“No comment.”

She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I’ve got you for a

little longer tonight, and I’m not letting you go until we are done.”

I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next

to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch
our breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine.
“Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out. “Not yet?
Well, let’s see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started
cleaning. Fuck! This woman was definitely frisky! I decided to tell her that.

“Fuck!” I groaned and she pulled off.

“Um. I see that somebody’s shaft wants some of Sheila’s ass.

You ready stud?”

I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely

recovered from the first round and she had me quivering again.

Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this

right. Get behind me.”

I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of

the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and
she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned
her head to me for a second.

I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass

in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be
flexing it. I moved up behind her.

“Yeah, baby,” she groaned.

I moved forward and pushed. “You mean this?”

“Fuck yeah! Do it!”

I was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her

and pushed her flat on the bed.

“Nice job, John. I think you’re going to keep Gwen well

satisfied.”

I lay there on top of her feeling her flex, and the nice

contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.”

“Um. Just stay there for a minute until you shrink and

naturally pop out.”

I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and

finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like
it,  to take the edge off.”

I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband

really neglecting you?”

She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the

side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don’t get too
horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don’t get all high
and mighty until you’ve been in that position. I’m a woman reaching my sexual
peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.”

“Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I’ll get cleaned

up and go.”

“Okay, lover. I’ll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were

and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink.

“No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen’s

room.

Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was

sitting up and reading her book – at least that’s what she was trying to do.
She looked up as soon as I entered.

“Well?” She looked at me apprehensively.

“Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to

tell her the truth about this one.

Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why

I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual
exploits in college.”

“She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a

mistress so she has a lover, too.”

Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?”

“Yeah.”

Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?”

I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt.

“Yeah.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”

She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I

want to know.”

“I didn’t really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very

good.”

“She was?”

“She was even a little – I don’t know, maybe a little slutty?”

Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there’s any truth to

my father’s accusations?”

“No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong,

independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but
there’s a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I
said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.

“I agree.”

Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I

thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking
about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was
completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best
to just lay there and not try to bother her.

I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn’t’ seem

to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and
her leg over mine. “I’m sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It’s not your
fault.”

“I’m sorry that I had to do it.”

She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always

will.”

“I love you, too. Always.”

I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about

tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.

I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light

streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around.
The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and
Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me
and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss.

“Good morning, my favorite man.”

I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.”

She grinned. “C'mon. Let’s eat before my sisters get up.”

I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most

relaxing meal I’d had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of
the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn’t be.

Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010.

I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé

and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my
fiancé’s mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird
will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn’t know I had fucked her
mother. I had lied and said we couldn’t do it. I had told her the truth about
her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby.

The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time

getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were
avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched
some football and caught up on some reading.

About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each

from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby
looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out
about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss
and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.

Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the

kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of
everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen
as the other three were finishing and warming their food.

She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then

leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.”

I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in

her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About
that time her mother came out of the kitchen.

“Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it

seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn’t laugh or respond, she
just went back to eating.

The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We

watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.

At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the

room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been
married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to
his family’s house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for
a couple of days.

I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby’s room. When I

entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night
eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her
nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.

“Gaby?”

“Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.

I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?”

I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can’t have sex

with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper.

I was not surprised. “That’s okay.” I lay down on top of the

covers. “I’ll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don’t ever have to
tell anyone anything.”

“Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn’t see her. “I

might have been able to do it.”

I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might

have?”

“Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and

I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can’t have sex with you at
all. I’d be too worried and scared that it wouldn’t be Bill’s.”

“Oh, I see. Well, that’s fine. We’ll just talk for a while

and then I’ll go back to Gwen.”

“Okay.”

We discussed her life and she was just getting back into

working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already
27 and didn’t want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again
this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most
mothers, couldn’t stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and
she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after
proposing.

“That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven’t seen her with

a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don’t know what she’s like with men.”

“She’s an amazing woman.”

Gaby giggled. “I’m glad I had a reason not to have sex with

you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can’t think of how I would have
felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.”

“Yeah, it would be tough.”

There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered

to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second
and she continued. “No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the

answer to that, don’t you.”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“Okay, it’s been 20 minutes. I’m going to go back to Gwen,

okay?”

I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She

kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen.

When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her

bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?”

“It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?”

Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you

didn’t, did you?”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“You know I can.”

“Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want

to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just
talked.”

Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I

did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside
me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there
awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean,
if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really
his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still
thought highly of? Wouldn’t that actually do the opposite of what he wanted?
Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.

The Lawyer’s Saturday Inquisition.

When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday,

Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We
have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered,
dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.”

“Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.”

She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready

for this?”

I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up.

“Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters
were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would
he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?”

She stared at me. “I don’t understand what you mean.”

“In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What

if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if
this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see
if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would
be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don’t, then
maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.”

Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see

what you mean. I can’t see why he would do this when he would already be dead.”

“Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that

letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have
clouded his judgment.”

“Hmm. Maybe. I don’t know what to say. You are playing with

my mother’s inheritance and even some that would come to me.”

“I know, but I can’t help feel that I’m right.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I need to shower and dress and think about

this some more.”

I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received

a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at
her. She just stuck her tongue out at me.

“Promises, promises.”

She grinned and left the room.

I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was

a little subdued and didn’t ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.

The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my

mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately,
depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at
all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When
I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a
test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter’s
fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming
his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then
maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as
awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary.
I had no idea what to do.

When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room

and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the
receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after
we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the
entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn’t
want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their
inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn’t think
he deserved to deprive them of that.

The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he

smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.”

“Thank you, sir. It’s John.”

He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now,

these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don’t we go into
the other room and discuss this situation.”

Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don’t we get to be in on

this?”

Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I’m sorry. The instructions were

very specific. You’ll have to wait out here while I go over everything with
John.”

Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn’t sound at

all sure of that.

We entered Mr. Thibodeau’s office. It was richly furnished

in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in
full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything
looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and
then went behind the desk to sit in his.

“Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?”

“Sure, John. What is it?”

“I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of

that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is
that possible?”

Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You

are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he
died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the
same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never
before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this
provision, but he did what he did anyway.”

“I see. Can I ask another question?”

He smiled. “Sure.”

“Isn’t it odd that he has asked these women to do what he

despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for
this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?”

“It is odd. I haven’t seen the second amendment myself, but

it’s very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow
it.”

I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept

with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given
them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let’s get this over with.”

He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it

you’ve read this?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex

with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?”

I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether

or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman’s to get their money from a
man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.”

He stared at me. “You sure?”

I wasn’t completely lying. He included all three so it was

easier for me to answer. “Positive.”

“Well, that answers that question. Now let’s see the second

amendment.”

Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed

envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope
open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.

“Well?”

“Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.

Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The

first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but
here is my decision.

If you did sleep with Gwen’s fiancé, then you all are truly

whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get
the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell.

If, by some miracle, you didn’t fuck him, then maybe there

is hope for you sluts yet. I can’t believe that you wouldn’t for this amount of
money. But if you didn’t, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get
40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each.

I know that this sounds harsh, but it’s my fucking money, so

go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.

I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.

Don.

Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said.

I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But

it wasn’t the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need
to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.”

“Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference

room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on
our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.

Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table.

“Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start
to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told
me he didn’t have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be
distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38
million. I’ll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the
monies, okay?”

They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and

started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a
hug, just holding me and leaning into me.

Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How

did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can’t be angry since
it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.”

“I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by

his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn’t give you the
money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you
just had to read between the lines.”

She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well,

thank god you were right.”

Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their

husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.

I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look

into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?”

She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you

worked that out makes it better. I don’t know what we’ll do with all that
money.”

I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things

we can do right now for which we don’t need money – or clothes.”

She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.”

She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really

good.

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