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All,
This is the last chapter of Glen Wiseman. I am posting
it today because it is an appropriate story for New
Years.
I hope that you have enjoyed reading this story as
much as I have enjoyed writing it.
May you have a happy New Year,
Lazlo Zalezac
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes
without the consent of the author.
Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
Chapter 22
A sprawling ranch style house stood at the end of a cul-de-sac in a
suburb of a large southern city. The house had been built by the
owner over a one year period. It was the best built house in the
entire development. Outside, it was plain in style. Simple lines
across the front and back. Inside, it was splendid and very well
organized.
The house abutted against a wooded area. It spanned two lots and
was adjacent to an empty lot. The empty lot had been converted
into a large playground. The owner of the house owned the lot as
well and had built the playground for his children as well as the
neighborhood children.
The road ended in a large circle. Nets were set up on opposite ends
of the circle, giving the children in the neighborhood a place to
play street hockey. Since the only cars that ever touched the road
belonged to the owner of the house, it was a safe place for kids to
play.
A large sign stood near the road stating the rules of play. Most of
the rules were designed to protect the owners from lawsuits. The
rules stated that children were to be supervised by an adult, that
they took responsibility for injuries, and there was to be no
fighting. The rules were signed by the Smith Family.
Glen was in the safe room, an extension that ran off the basement
separated from it by a very heavy steel door. The other end of the
safe room was sealed by a steel door that lead to an escape tunnel
that ran to a small shed in the woods. Inside the shed, there was the
hidden exit and several ATVs.
Glen edited the last article for the magazine. He was pleased with
how the magazine had evolved. It now had a regular readership of
over ten thousand subscribers. The advertising revenue was steady
and production costs had been minimized. They could look at their
administration web site and see exactly how many people had
visited.
Sue continued to work on the magazine and now had a regular
editorial. Sandra continued to sell advertising and Wanda remained
the web mistress. The business was good and money was no
problem. It wasn't the kind of money that would make a person
rich, but it covered the bills and allowed them to save for a rainy
day. They knew that rainy days could arrive without warning,
announcing its presence with thunder and lightening.
His work for the day had finally been completed. Satisfied, he
looked up at the clock and realized that the kids were going to be
home from school soon. A little more than seven years ago, on the
very same afternoon, the twins have given birth to twins. They had
gone from having no children to having four in one day, two boys
and two girls. Wanda, formerly known as blue, had given birth to
the boys. Sandra, formerly known as red, had given birth to the
girls. The irony of that had been the subject of many jokes.
He smiled to himself as he remembered that day. It was as if it was
yesterday. He had been so excited and the twins had breezed
through the birth. It was as though they were protected by God. He
had nearly burst with pride when he had been shown the children
for the first time. From the first moment, he could tell them apart.
Jake was more outgoing that his brother Jack. Susan was more
extroverted than her sister Louise. Even as infants, when Jack and
Susan put their heads together, you could be sure that the result
would be exciting.
He had enjoyed watching the mothers with their babies. Each
would recline on a sofa and hold a pair of children to their breasts
as they feed them. They didn't always feed their own. He had
watched many times as a look of bliss settled upon the faces of the
mothers as the children would suckle contentedly. He couldn't get
enough of watching the loving moments between mother and
children.
He had become a much better father than he had thought possible.
As a man in his forties, he wasn't embarrassed to be seen playing
hide and seek with the kids. Anyone that had the gall to make a
comment was severely rebuked. He had been quoted as having said
on many occasions that there was nothing more important than
raising children to be loving and compassionate.
Most people didn't understand his insistence on being loving. His
boys would cry when hurt. Rather than telling them that big boys
don't cry, he would comfort him and let them know that the pain
would pass. When asked if he was worried that his boys would
grow up to be sissies, he would reply that it was impossible; they
came from tough stock.
The children had started taking self-defense lessons this year. He
had resisted starting them earlier stating that their bones were still
too soft. He had insisted they take them because he realized that
they all possessed that same innocence that marked their mothers.
They might have to defend themselves one day and he wanted
them prepared.
The children were amazing in the same way as their mothers. Each
pair of twins seemed to share a common mind. Even the boys and
girls acted in concert at times in very spooky demonstrations. The
teachers at school often suggested that they cheated on tests. All
four of them would get the same problem wrong in exactly the
same way. Of course, the teachers had separated them to different
corners of the room to stop it, but that hadn't stopped them.
He glanced up at the clock and realized he had better get upstairs.
The kids would be home in ten minutes and he still had his surprise
to set up. The school year was almost over and the weather had
turned warm. He had decided that it was time for a major afternoon
of play.
Glen joined his wives outside on his driveway smiling at them. All
of the children in the neighborhood were due to come home from
school any time now. Other mothers had gathered around them
smiling as they waited for their children. All of the kids would
gather at the playground. Wanda noted the look on Glen's face
asked, "What are you up to now?"
Rather than answer, Glen opened the garage door and started
carrying out small containers filled with water balloons. The twins
looked at him in surprise. The other mothers started laughing. He
then brought out a bunch of super water guns, each loaded with
water. He set all of the stuff around the circle.
All of the mothers moved over and picked up the water pistols.
This included his wives. As one, they all turned the weapons on
Glen and started spraying him. He was taken by surprise, having
expected a parent versus kid water war. He ran over and picked up
a water pistol himself and returned fire.
The children came around the corner in mass and saw the activity.
They all ran to the circle, shouting in glee. The huge number of
water balloons brought them to an immediate halt, their eyes wide
with delight. As one, kids picked up water balloons and started
throwing them in the direction of their mothers.
His children, from different areas around the circle, simultaneously
lobbed water balloons at Glen. He didn't stand a chance and was
immediately drenched. The kids took turns, first soaking Wanda
and then Sandra. There was lots of running and laughing as adults
and children played in the circle. By the time the water pistols
were empty, the water balloons had all been thrown.
Half of the mothers were laying on the grass lawn laughing
uncontrollably. No one cared for the moment if Jack or Jill had
gotten in trouble at school or received a bad grade on a test. For
now, the kids were being kids and their mothers were young again.
The kids, with their limitless energy, had all run over to the
playground. Soon, swings were swinging and lines had formed
behind the slides.
Glen looked around at the women around him. It hadn't been his
intention when he thought of this water war, but he was happy with
the results. By accident, he had created his own wet tee-shirt
contest and was now enjoying the sight that the wet clothes
provided. Wanda and Sandra knew what he was doing and smiled
at each other as they silently planned their evening. Glen would
definitely be ready for sex by the time the kids went to bed.
Mothers slowly collected themselves and thanked Glen for his
creative ideas on entertaining the kids. They moved over to the
benches and watched the kids play. The standard topics of
conversation raged at the benches. Mothers discussed the kids,
their problems, and worries about the future.
Glen watched as the twins joined in the talk, happy at how they
had integrated into the neighborhood. Going into the street, he
started picking up the broken balloons. He cleaned, happy to have
created such a wonderful play time for the kids. Occasionally, he
would stop and watch the kids while they played. A smile played
across his face, as he considered how healthy and balanced they
were.
One of the neighbor kids, came over to Glen and started helping
him clean up the drive. Glen looked down at the boy with a smile
and asked, "How's it going, Steve?"
The boy looked up at Glen and said, "Much better. The kids at
school are being nicer to me now."
Glen nodded as he listened with a serious expression on his face.
The boy was an only child and hadn't known how to deal with
other kids. He had pushed his way into groups that didn't want
anything to do with him. His first three months at school had been
miserable. Glen had talked with him one afternoon when he
noticed the boy sitting on a bench crying. Glen answered, "I'm
glad. I was sure that if you followed your own interests that the
other kids would come to you."
Steve smiled as he continued picking up the broken balloons. He
answered, "Thank you."
"You're quite welcome," replied Glen. He wanted to make sure that
this neighborhood was free of drugs. It was his desire to be the guy
that kids came to when they had problems. He wanted them to feel
free to tell him about other kids that were doing wrong.
Steve picked up a couple of more balloons and then ran back to the
play ground. He helped one of the smaller kids into the swing and
helped get them started. Glen watched with interest, pleased to see
the boy reach out to help others.
One of the mothers, a particularly lovely woman, came over to
him. Despite the fact that her white cotton shirt was soaked and she
wasn't wearing a bra, she didn't seem embarrassed by the clear
view of her breasts that it provided him. He struggled, mostly
successfully, to look her in the face. When she was convinced that
she had his full attention she said, "You are so good with the kids.
I wanted to thank you for your help with little Steve."
"Oh, it is my pleasure," replied Glen. He looked over at the
playground and added, "These kids are not going to have problems
with drugs or peer pressure. None of them will join a cult. They'll
all grow up to be good citizens and leaders in anything that they
choose to pursue."
She looked at him for a moment. This wasn't the first time that he
had expressed that sentiment. She asked, "That's important to you
isn't it?"
Glen nodded with a sad expression on his face thinking back to the
bad citizens he had known. He said, "It's the most important thing
in the world."
She didn't know what prompted that and knew that she would
never know. She changed the subject by saying, "We are throwing
a swim party for the kids on the last day of school. I want to make
sure that the fearsome foursome are there."
Glen laughed at the common reference to his kids. He answered,
"They'll be there. I'm bringing a little something to help entertain
the kids."
She couldn't imagine what he would bring, but knew that it would
be great fun and safe. Knowing him, it could even be a clown or a
magician. She asked, "Are you still going to run the bicycle safety
course this weekend?"
"Of course, summer is coming and the kids will be out riding their
bikes. I just want to make sure that they all know how to do it
safely. I've arranged for a policemen to set up a training course and
to register their bikes."
There was nothing that excited her as quickly as a man that was so
protective of children. Every instinct cried out to her, screaming
here's a man that will take care of a mother and her child. She
found herself getting turned on by Glen and her nipples hardened
in response. The wet shirt did little to hide her excitement.
Glen glanced down and saw her stiffened nipples. Searching for
some way to get a little distance between her and him, he looked
over at the playground. He said, "I think that some of the kids are
starting to wind down."
Getting control of herself, she thanked him and returned to one of
the benches. Glen watched her leave, happy that he hadn't had to
adjust his rising cock. He looked around at the yard and realized
that it needed to be mowed. That would be a good task for him to
do later that evening.
His attempt to distract himself worked until he noticed his wives.
When he looked over at the twins, they winked at him. They had
known the effect Steve's mother would have on him and planned
on exploiting it later that night. Giggling, the twins went over to
her to chat about things. Glen could only imagine what they would
say and realized that was the whole idea.
The balloons were picked up and the tubs that he had used to bring
them out were all put away. He looked around, satisfied that his
little corner of suburbia was safe, clean, and peaceful. He stood
there, legs spread shoulder wide and hands on his hips as he
watched the area. The twins called it his guardian pose; he would
stand there for hours making sure that all was good.
The crowd at the playground slowly dissipated as mothers took
their kids home to do homework while they prepared supper for
their families. This happened every day after school and the
consistency of it soothed Glen. The twins took the fearsome
foursome into the house and started on dinner. Remaining outside,
Glen continued to watch until the last child had left the
playground.
He came into the house to be greeted by Wanda. She wrapped
herself around him with a smug little smile on her face and asked,
"Did you plan on all of those pretty young mothers ending up with
transparent shirts?"
Glen chuckled as he answered, "No, but it was a nice surprise."
Sandra shouted from the kitchen, "You're going to pay for that
later!"
He laughed, amazed how one twin knew what the other was saying
in the other room. He shouted back, "Gladly, but do I have to wait
for later?"
Wanda said, "Of course, you have to help the kids with their
homework now."
Glen pretended to get all grumpy, but went into the library finding
the kids gathered around the table. For the next hour he helped
them with their homework. He didn't answer a single question they
had been assigned, but worked similar problems until they
understood the basic principles. He enjoyed this time spent with
the kids, even when one of them was pretending to be stupid and
not understanding. Pretence was easy to handle as he would tell
them to get in mental sync with one of the others that understood
and learn it that way. Usually, that stopped the little rebellions.
The kids were practicing making their letters, making extremely
large versions of each letter on the ruled paper. As he watched
them work, four tongues were stuck out in identical expressions of
concentration with each hand moving in unison. It was fascinating
to watch them. All four of them looked up at the same time and
complained simultaneously, "Stop staring. You're making us
nervous."
Glen laughed and looked away for a second. When he saw out of
the corner of his eye that they had all returned to work, he turned
back and watched. All four shot a glare at him, but smiled at his
grin back. They knew it was hopeless to get him to stop watching
them.
Their lesson was interrupted by a knock on the door. All four kids
stood up to get it, but Glen said, "Down. I'll get it. You have some
writing to finish."
Taking his time, Glen went to the door and checked the eyehole
before he opened it. He relaxed when he saw that it was one of the
neighborhood fathers. He wasn't sure which one it was, but he
opened the door. The man said, "Hello, I'm George, Steve's father."
"Oh, hello George. I'm Glen. It's nice to meet you at last." Glen
extended his hand and George took it in a strong grip. It was a
good solid handshake that was friendly in nature. Glen asked,
"Would you like to come in?"
George followed Glen into the living room. When Glen entered the
living room, he noticed four heads poking around the door of the
library. He smiled over at them and called out, "You four have
homework to finish. Best one gets to tell the worst one what to do
for an hour!"
Jack groaned in fear that he would lose and Louise giggled in
anticipating the win. The four returned with renewed energy to
their work. George had watched the exchange with fascination.
Glen winked at him and said, "They don't know that it's Jack's turn
to be the best. Poor Susan, she's going to have to clean his room
later."
George laughed and wondered if they needed to get another kid in
their house. He sat down on one of the chairs at a gesture from
Glen. Glen asked, "What can I do for you?"
George looked a little nervous and then said, "Well, Thursday is
our wedding anniversary and I was wondering if you could watch
Steve for a couple of hours that night. It's a school night so we'll be
home no later than nine."
Understanding how difficult it was for parents to get away for
celebrations of that nature, Glen smiled and answered, "Sure, no
problem. How about we take him out for pizza and then to a
movie? I'm sure that all of the kids would enjoy that."
Relieved, George answered, "Oh, that would be great. I don't want
my wife to know, this is going to be a little surprise for her."
"When would you like us to pick him up?"
"About six would be perfect."
"Six it will be, then," replied Glen.
Glen and George talked a little while before George excused
himself to head home. At the door, Glen asked, "By the way, I'm
very honored that you decided to ask us."
"I have heard nothing but positive comments about you guys.
Steve thinks you're the greatest thing since sliced bread. My wife
trusts you completely. Everyone in the neighborhood says that
you're a standup guy," replied George. He had heard a story that
the twins had played a trick on Glen, taking turns sleeping with
him one night. They had only meant to have a little fun, but both
had gotten pregnant. The story was that Glen had taken
responsibility to raise the kids and to support both of the twins. He
didn't know if the story was true or not, but it was commonly
believed in the neighborhood.
Glen looked surprised to hear that. Several stories were being told
about how it was that he came to be living with the twins and had
children by them both, he couldn't help but wonder which story
George had decided to believe. He replied, "Wow, thanks."
He watched as George walked down the street and then shut the
door. He had just turned away from it when Wanda shouted,
"Dinner time."
The kids came pouring out of the library, excited by the chance to
have a break in doing their homework and hungry from their
activities of the afternoon. Following them into the dining room, he
smiled at their energy. He sat down at the head of the table with his
wives on each side of him and the kids on down the table.
Once everyone was settled, Glen said, "A moment of silence for
prayer, please."
Everyone bowed their heads and spent a moment privately saying
their prayers. It had become normal practice for them to take a
moment for prayer before dinner. A couple of years ago, they
decided that it should be a silent moment so that each could give
thanks for that which was important to them. After a minute
passed, he said, "Dig in folks."
There was no conversation as they started to eat their meal.
Everyone enjoyed spaghetti and meatballs. The conversation
picked up again once the immediate hunger was satisfied. Wanda
smiled over at Glen as an errant noodle splattered sauce on his
shirt. She said, "Just another normal day at the Smith residence."
Jack added, "That water fight was great! You've got to be the best
parents in the world to arrange something like that!"
Susan giggled and said, "You should have seen your face when we
got you with the water balloons."
The kids proceeded to tease him about how he had ducked and
sputtered when hit with four balloons at once. Glen took the
ribbing with good natured laughter. The chance to play with the
kids in a fun fashion was the kind of thing for which he lived. He
had enjoyed the water fight as much as anyone.
When dinner ended, the boys helped his wives in the kitchen wash
the dishes while the girls took out the trash. It had taken him a long
time, but he had talked the twins into letting the boys learn typical
kitchen tasks. He suggested that they might have to cook for
themselves one day and that the twins wouldn't want them to get
sick from their own cooking. The girls were learning to help with
some of the yard work and maintenance activities.
Glen went outside and mowed the front lawn for the second time
of the year. It was a very normal middleclass sight as he walked
the mower around the house. Other men in the neighborhood were
out doing the same thing. When he finished with mowing, he put
the lawn mower back in the garage.
Grabbing a rake out of the garage, he evened out the gravel in the
play ground. He had followed recommended practices in setting up
the playground. At the time, he was told that it was better to have
small gravel instead of hard dirt or sand as the surface of the
playground. The argument was that gravel gave better than sand or
dirt when kids fell or slid across it. He returned the rake to the
garage.
He stood on the front lawn and watched a couple of the older kids
skateboarding on the street. They waved to him and went on their
way, performing stunts that were meaningful only to them. He
watched them go with a smile, as he realized that he had finally
gotten all of them to wear the appropriate safety equipment. At
least they wouldn't crack their skulls when one of them failed to
execute a stunt.
Returning to his house, he relaxed in the family room counting his
blessings. The kids were getting ready for bed and the twins were
busy with them. Baths for four every night was quite a major
undertaking. Once that was done, he would take over and read the
boys another chapter out of Huckleberry Finn. They were enjoying
it as much as he had when he was young. He wasn't sure whose
turn it was to read to the girls, but one of the twins would read a
chapter out of Nancy Drew to them.
He sat there watching the television despite the fact there wasn't
much on, but he enjoyed the background noise. Sandra came out
and sat next to him on the couch. She snuggled against him and
said, "Have I ever told you how happy I am living here?"
"Every morning and every night," he replied. Every morning and
evening, one or both of the twins would make love to him.
"I still think we should have changed our last name to Phoenix. We
rose out of the ashes to a life that was better than before."
Glen laughed and replied, "I told you I didn't want to be named
after a city."
"Yes, yes. I know all that. It just seems like a miracle to me, that's
all. The magazine is better than ever. I love being a mother so
much. You take such good care of us."
Glen sat back satisfied with his life as he put his arm around
Sandra. Wanda would be down in a minute and then he would go
upstairs to read to his kids. After that, the twins were going to rock
his world. Life as a guardian was good and he was happy that he
had discovered how to enjoy it.
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