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Good Times
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"Hey!  Mister!"

"What is it, kid?"

"I can give you a real good time, I bet."

"Forget it.  I'm no pedo.  Never was, never will be."

"Hey!  I'm legal."

"Yeah?  So?  Got some id to prove it?  What are you, about nineteen?"

"Twenty one!  Got a driver's license."

"And you're hitting on a man who's past fifty.  It would be pedo,
kid."

"Everyone says I'm pretty hot."

"So you've got a body and some moves.  Still ain't got what it takes
to turn me on."

"What would it take?  I'm already free."

"Forget it, kid.  What it would take is something you'll never have.
Nobody your age will, so I ain't just trying to make you stop being so
damn foolish."

"Don't you like sex?  You gay or something?  Can't get it up?"

"Young Lady, I can get it up just fine, as you'd know if you shut up
and checked out my crotch."

"Oh.  Yeah.  That's sorta why I decided to go for it.  Pretty obvious
you liked what you saw, so I figured you'd appreciate it even more, in
bed somewhere."

"Nope.  Doesn't work that way, kid.  You need something more, and by
the time you have it, you'll know what I'm talking about, and probably
refuse young men when they want to hop your bones, just like I'm
turning you down."

"Yeah?  You talk a lot but you ain't told me anything.  I think you're
afraid of me.  Think I might shout rape or something.  Mom'd kill me
if I was that stupid.  She knows how I am."

"Kid, the courts woke up years ago.  Shoutin' rape can get the shouter
in a hell of a lot of trouble, because they check her history, now.
Besides, you got the look of someone who makes rabbits look chaste."

"Yeah?  I do?"

"Yep.  But you still ain't got the kind of experience it takes to get
me to want you for a tumble.  Takes age, lots of it.  You have to be
near my age, and life has to have ridden you hard and put you away
wet."

"Ridden me hard and put me away wet?  What's that mean?"

"You on good terms with your parents?"

"Yeah.  Sorta, with my mom.  Was closer to dad, but he was killed on
the freeway, when a semi sideswiped his car in that big storm last
year."

"Ask your mother.  She'll know what I mean."

"Sounds like you'd be more interested my mother."

"You switching the rules and playing matchmaker?"

"I want you, mister.  If you won't be my lover, I'll settle for you
being my dad.  Be sorta nice to be around a guy who sees me, instead
of someone he could fuck for the asking.  Yeah, I'm that easy.  Mom
don't like it when I fuck someone your age, but if I like someone real
good, I think we should do the sex stuff, too.  Besides, I know that
if I waggle my tits in your face, you won't stop thinking with your
head.  Dad was like that, too."

"What if I said I was married?"

"No ring."

"Point to you.  Nice to know you can see more than a man's crotch."

"Yeah.  I know I'm trouble sometimes, so I stay away from married men.
Dad was pretty clear about that when he caught me going out to meet
one.  Sat me down and straightened my head out.  Are you?  If you are,
I ain't interested no more.  Not even as a friend, ok?"

"He was a smart man.  If you gotta do it, you should stick to folks
your own age.  Fewer problems, because your heads and feelings will
probably be in the same place when it happens."

"You sound a lot like my dad, except he said don't do it at all. Never
answered me, Mister."

"Divorced.  Friendly one, and we still meet a few times a year to put
the parts together and relax while we catch up with what the other has
been doing."

"Mom cries a lot at night."

"Lots of women do that.  I can't help them all."

"What if she was interested?"

"You know that for a fact?"

"Well, no, not really.  But I know she's scared and lonely.  She told
me that much right after dad died, before she..."

"Just figured out you're babbling things you shouldn't?"

"Yeah.  I don't usually do that sorta stuff.  Can we see each other
again?"

"I'm leaning on my mailbox, and I check it every day.  I'm friendly if
the other person is."

* * *

"I'm Mabel.  Jennifer says you don't put your mares away wet after
you've ridden them."

"Mom!  I did not!  All I did was ask you what that weird saying
meant."

"Hush, Jen.  Be a child for a few minutes."

"Can't hear what I should, if my mouth is moving?"

"Exactly."

"She's good, most of the time.  Openly enthused about life, all of the
time."

"Gift to the young.  I'm Victor, Mabel."

"Jen confessed she let her mouth get away from her brain and she told
you I cry a lot, and I'm lonely and scared."

"Like I told her, lots of women with those problems."

"True.  What would it take to get you to help?"

"Depends on what you want, and what I want, Doesn't it?"

"What about what Jen wants?"

"Same rules."

"Package deal.  Jen needs a father who is honest with her, and I want
a man who doesn't leave his mare in the rain after she's been ridden
hard."

"You need money?"

"No.  Insurance was generous, even after the lawyers got done with it.
You?"

"Good pension, keeping busy until my second retirement, as well as
careful investments.  Long term stable that way, so I can pretty much
do what I want, as long as I don't go crazy."

"I was a full time mother to Jen.  Temping until the economy sorts
itself out, just to keep from..."

"Yes.  Now.  Both of you.  C'mere for a good hug.  And you, young
Lady, no handling the merchandise, or the deal is off.  That's your
mother's job, if she decides she wants it."

"Not even a quick grope?"

"Only what happens during a chaste, loving hug."

"What about kisses on the lips?"

"Pushing?"

"Uh huh."

"What if I push back?"

"Uhhh....  You said you weren't interested."

"You changed the game.  Now it's my turn, and I want to change the
rules.  If your mother gives me permission, I'll push back when I feel
like it, but only if she's there, too, so she knows what's going on.
More of that honesty we shared yesterday."

"Hold it, you two.  Let's get that hug taken care of, then we can
discuss this privately."

"Yes, Dear."

"Ok,  Mom."
.
.
.
"Thank you, Victor."

"Yeah!  Me too...   Daddy!"

* * *

"Jennifer?"

"Yeah?"

"What's a young woman like you doing, living at home, and then going
out to shack up with old men she doesn't know, when she gets in the
mood?"

"Mumble..."

"What?  I didn't understand you."

"You weren't supposed to."

"I'd appreciate an answer."

"I'm living at home because the economy sucks, ok?  I had a real part
time job, and my own apartment, then, when it went to shit, because I
was one of the newest there, I got told to fuck off and go somewhere
else.  Yeah, they were polite about it, but the big assholes wanted to
keep their bonuses, and they couldn't do that with all us low lifes
around."

"You're too cynical, for one so young.  So, now, you peddle your ass
without peddling it."

"Now who's being cynical?"

"Shared points."

"It isn't like that, Vic.  I get...  I miss dad, and I'm not afraid to
do something about it.  Been watching you for weeks."

"Extra points for being a good actress, even though it didn't work out
the way you expected.  Or did it?"

"Nahh...  You and mom surprised me.  About the other stuff.  Would you
have taken me seriously if I'd walked up and asked you to treat me
like your favorite daughter, with just hugs and cuddles?"

"Another point, maybe.  Probably not."

"Yeah, that's how I had it figured, too.  Next best thing is the
afterglow, if everything else is done right, and experience told me
you were the share the afterglow type.  I didn't care how you were as
a lay, I wanted what comes after."

"No young men willing to do that?"

"Wish I could say yes, and there used to be, but they all got married,
or moved away, eventually, and it wasn't me they got married to."

"Got a self assessment that tells you their reasons?"

"Yeah.  Wish I didn't. My rep for fucking anything with a dick, even
though it isn't true.  I'm more careful than people think, about who I
choose."

"That's an excuse, Jennifer, not a reason."

"Yeah?  Really?"

"Yes."

"Got a better one?"

"They were looking for a wife, and you were looking for a father."

"That's...  Oh.  Been looking backwards, haven't I?  Thanks for
turning my head around.  Hurts."

"Growing up can, yes."

"Thought I was.  Some of that age stuff you mentioned the other day?"

"Yep."

"You're good at this.  Have kids?"

"Three.  One girl and two boys."

"How'd they feel about the divorce?"

"Accepted it.  Girl's a lot like her mother, and saw it coming. Warned
me about it, and I think that's the main reason it was friendly
instead of the nightmare it could have been.  We all had time to
prepare for it, and understand the reasons it had to happen."

"Sounds weird."

"Mature and responsible.  We wanted forever, but accepted we had too
many things between us to make that realistic."

"She remarry?"

"Yep."

"You ok, talking about it?"

"No.  Doesn't matter.  You wanted a father, right?  That means
sometimes he has to talk about things that are uncomfortable."

"Dad never told me that."

"I'm not your real dad.  I can't be, but if I'm going to be around
your mother, I owe it to you to try and fill his shoes as best I can,
while still being myself."

"Honey, he's got a good point.  What he's trying to say is that we
need to get on with our lives, instead of living in the past."

"Got it, mom.  I wanted this real bad, but why do I feel like I'm
betraying dad's memory?"

"You're afraid to let go and reach for new memories, because you think
nobody will ever be able to give you such good ones, ever again.  I
have the same problem."

"Mom?  That thing about wet mares.  Sounds sorta abusive."

"It isn't.  It's from a time when a man and his horse depended on each
other for their lives.  It's about the responsibilities of a
partnership, and how responsible people do the right thing, even when
it's inconvenient.  In return, each of them will, when the situation
requires it, give everything they have to give, even if it kills them.
Horses are smart, and they didn't have to run themselves to death, but
quite often they did, because of that commitment to each other.  And
cowboys sometimes died, trying to save their horse.  That's the way it
was, and if you didn't do it that way, people wondered about you."

"Suddenly, those old westerns don't seem so silly and old fashioned."

"Times change, Jen, but people don't have to.  They adapt and keep
going."

"Is that what you were doing when you gave me and Vic permission to
fuck each other when you're there?  Adapting?"

"No.

"You learned the lesson we were trying to teach you, which was that
sex is something that's natural, and can be part of any relationship,
not confined to committed relationships, or treated as something
special to be given or withheld based on a piece of paper, or
society's say so.  It's a personal decision, Jen.  It's not one
anybody else should make for you, just like love is, or even the
decision to allow someone into your life in any capacity."

"That's...  I never knew you and dad were *that* relaxed about it
all."

"You never asked, and it wasn't any of your business, how we handled
our private lives."

"Why was he so opposed to me fucking married men?"

"You were still single.  There's a reason swap clubs insist on
couples, usually committed ones.  The pressures are bad enough when
couples share.  When they use a single person, the pressures are far
worse, because one partner will always feel ignored and left out at
some point."

"He tried to explain it but I didn't understand his reasons.  All I
knew is that he was telling me I shouldn't mess with married men."

"And you listened to him and decided to call it off.  That was all
that mattered.  We knew you were really quitting for the wrong
reasons, because it was obvious you didn't understand the problems you
could have created."

"How come he never mentioned that bit about one person feeling left
out?"

"He did, and you brushed it off, by saying she knew, and was ok with
him playing around a little.  Did she tell you that?"

"No, he did."

"And you believed him enough to not check with her?"

"Uhh...  Ok.  I see what you're saying.  I heard what I wanted to hear
and didn't check..  Being a kid, wasn't I?"

"Yes, and yes."

"But...  All this, and you're ok with me and Victor fucking each
other?"

"You haven't fucked each other yet, but I'll be ok with it.  I'm
looking forward to seeing it happen."

"You're kinky!"

"Practical.  I know what a man like Victor means when he says he
doesn't leave his mare in the rain after he's ridden her hard.  He
wouldn't have agreed to take care of both of us sexually, unless he
was sure he could.  I won't feel ignored, or left out, because I can
wait for him to recover enough that he can take care of me as
completely as he will you."

* * *

"I love you, Jennifer, but I don't Love you, ok?"

"Father's love?"

"Yes."

"What about mom?  Do you love her?

"Is it any of your business?"

"I got a good memory.  You agreed to a package deal, last week.  It's
my business."

"Very good.  You were right, not to back down.  I love her."

"What'd I do?  Pass some sort of weird test?"

"Not completely.  Tell me the test, and if you get it right, you
passed."

"You raise your real daughter this way?"

"Not completely.  I wasn't getting ready to fuck her when she took
this test."

"Easy one.  If you feel any kind of love for the other person, you
confront the problem as soon as you know it's there, you don't run
away from it."

"Extra credit.  What's the difference between a daughter's love for
her father, and a wife's love for her husband?"

"What's in it for me, if I answer it?"

"You know your father knows where your head is at, in our
relationship."

"Umm...  What are you doing down there?"

"Helping you think."

"I won't be thinking, if you keep doing it."
.
.
.
"You do that to mom?"

"Yes, and she does it to me."

"There's a difference.  I know there is...  Oh!  Duh!  No matter how
good the relationship is, a daughter knows she has to be able to see
the same things in another man, and be willing to tell her father
'Thank you', then walk away with only her memories."

"See?  It helped, didn't it?"

"That's weird.  I've never tried to solve a serious problem during
foreplay.  Makes it easy sometimes, doesn't...

"Uhhh!!
.
.
.
"You back, yet?"

"Barely."

"What did you do to me?"

"Rode you hard."

"But you didn't fuck me, did you?"

"Not yet.  When you're ready, I will."

"Uhh...  Do my ass and then cuddle?"

"Is that the first time you want?"

"I'm your daughter, and I want to feel like you're protecting me, more
than you are loving me, after you orgasm."

"I wish I'd met your father.  He must have been a good man."

"So are you."

"Thanks.  How's this?"

"I'm ready.  Go slow, at first.  After that, tell me I'm being
fucked."

"Like I only care about the body, and not the mind?"

"This time is for you, not me."

"Got it.  Slow to make sure the parts work together, then rut like an
animal."
.
.
.

"That wasn't fair, making me orgasm again, before you did."

"You said be selfish.  I did it to make it better for me, not you. You
ok?"

"I will be, after you tighten your arms and kiss my hair, so I know
I'm still your daughter."

"Done."

"Mmm..."

* * *

"Victor, you are a cruel, cruel man."

"I am?  Can you say that again, without giggling?"

"No!  And you know I can't!"
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.
.
"Thank you for what you did to Jennifer, last night.  I'm pretty sure
she'll start looking for a husband, now that she knows what to look
for."

"Tell her to recheck some of her cast offs."

"I heard that!"

"Close your door, Jennifer!  This is between your father and I."

"Spoilsport!  And I already know which of my unmarried 'cast offs' I
want to give a second chance.  Stay off the phone while I make
arrangements, ok?"

"We weren't planning on using it until tomorrow."

"All night?!"

"I'm more experienced, Dear.  Of course, all night."
.
.
.
"She hasn't slammed her door shut like that since she was about
sixteen, when one of her conquests showed up, and less than five
minutes later, her father grabbed him by the shirt and pants, then
threw him out the door while I held it open."

"What happened?"

"I don't know if the kid ever told Jennifer the true story.  He tried
to rape me while I was getting dinner ready.  He figured we had time
for a quickie, because Jen was still getting ready to go out for the
evening.  I had just finished screaming and kneeing his crotch, when
Don came running through the door to see what was going on.  The toss
was needed because he couldn't walk, and Don wanted him out of the
house *now*, not later."

"You tell Jennifer what he tried to do?"

"That was why she hid in her room for the rest of the night.  She
couldn't believe she'd misjudged him like that.  Scared her, because
she realized it could have been her.  She's shown better judgment ever
since."

"She was lucky."

"Yes.  Lie back and...  Enjoy yourself.  I don't need your prick
tonight, just your heart, so lets put the little man to bed early."

"I like the way your mouth works."
.
.
.
"You trust Jen's judgment about men, don't you?"

"She's her father's daughter.  He always made the choices about the
couples we swapped with.  Did you hear what you just called our
daughter?"

"I did."

"Plan on doing it in front of her?"

"Of course.  I don't love her enough to call her Jennifer, any more."

"Thank you."

"Should I call you Kim, now?"

"I was wondering if you noticed the names on the wedding certificate."

"That's not an answer.  It wasn't the wedding certificate.  It was the
family portrait taken at the beach."

"Didn't know you peeked at the back.  Wasn't meant to be an answer.
He'd want me to move on.  I've mourned his death too long, and he's
getting exasperated.  Always said I don't do melancholy real well, so
why waste my time trying?"

"I'm myself, Kim.  I can't replace him, not completely."

"You're a man, and we love each other.  It's more than I have any
right to expect, this soon."

"You said it yourself.  Experience.  Or did you think you and your
friends were the only couples who swapped with folks they trusted?"

"I didn't think that.  Wasn't ready to ask, that's all."

"Oops.  Missed signal.  Feels a little soon, to me, too, but I guess
you figured out I was lonely, too?"

"Of course.  You became a father and husband too easily.  Told me you
missed the roles.  Glad we got to you before anyone else did."

"We have the same priorities, Love.  She's a fine young woman, so
let's take some time for ourselves, while we wait for the wedding."

"Confident."

"She knows what she wants, finally.  She's been your daughter longer
than she's been mine.  How long?"

"Help me think."
.
.
.
"You can stop, now.  Get back up here so I can kiss you, before you
nuzzle my neck.  Less than a year.  If she had a couple of the real
good ones on her list, less than six months."

"Phillip's offer was still open.  Tomorrow, if you want to make a trip
to Las Vegas, but we'd rather have a real wedding."

"Kim?  Was he one of the good ones?"

"Don thought so.  He was disappointed when Jen eased him out of her
life.  I still think of him as the son I never had."

"Right.  Not my decision, Jen, but we can afford whatever style of
wedding you  want."

"Jen, and not Jennifer?"

"I love you like a daughter, Jen, not my wife."

"Oh.  I guess that makes sense.  I'd prefer Jenny, as long as it's you
saying it, daddy."

"Jenny, it is."

"Uhh...  Daddy?  Momma?"

"What now, Dear?"

"Phillip's parents died two years ago and he's been living with his
aunt and uncle until he could afford a place of his own.  He's
working, but he's not making enough we could afford our own place.  We
don't want charity, so he's willing to help out.  Shouldn't be too
long.  He's pretty sure they're going to give him a promotion and
raise within a year.  When it happens, we should be able to afford a
place of our own."

"Victor?"

"You own, or rent?"

"Own.  Used part of the settlement to pay it off."

"Better and better.  I own, too.  Are we a couple, Kim?"

"Do I act like I want to let you leave, ever?"

"Point.  Keys are in my pants, Jenny.  The two of you can look the
place over, and if you like it, we'll work something out."

"Daddy!  Thankyouthankyouthankyou..."

"You're welcome.  Don't squeeze so hard.  Kim put him to bed for the
night."

"I didn't think that was possible."

"You're young yet.  Anything is possible, if you want it badly
enough."

"Momma?  Ok if I snuggle on the other side?  And...  Uhh...  Phillip
and I want to know if we can spend our honeymoon here, with you
folks."

"Phillip have a yen for my old bones?"

"My idea.  Learn how to be married, from two of the best."

"Victor?"

"She's a flatterer.  Smart, too.  I don't have a problem with it."

"Very well, Jennifer.  You have our permission to bring your almost
homeless future husband home.  Tell him he'd better not put you in the
barn while you're still wet."

"Silly saying, but I like it.  I'll tell him, and make sure he treats
you the same way, ok?"

"What are you doing out there?  Get in the middle, Honey."
.
.
.
"Oh.  Wow.  Momma?  Will you help me with Phillip?  He needs to feel
this..."

"Of course I will.  Want the phone?"

"Please!  Oh.  Daddy?  What about you.  Won't you feel left out?"

"Good thing I know how to cook.  I'll go start dinner for four."

"I love you.  Thank you, again and again and again..."

"Well!.  Looks like he had enough sleep, and woke up."

"You're silly and I like it."

"He can be fed later.  Call your husband, and tell him to gather his
things and come home."

"He's gonna be shocked at first.  Neither of us thought we'd be
together this soon."

"Early wedding gift, Jenny.  I know that when a woman wants something
this badly, a smart man helps her get it as quickly as possible."

"Victor?"

"Yes, Dear?"

"Dinner in bed, for three.  The cook and waiter will get hand fed
later, if he doesn't snack too much while he's preparing the food. Bed
trays are on a shelf in the garage."

"Right.  Advice accepted.  If Jenny will untangle herself from me,
I'll be on my way."

* * *

"You must be Phillip?"

"I am.  You must be Jennifer's new father, Victor."

"I am.  Women are in the master bedroom, waiting for you.  Go get
comfortable.  I'll bring dinner when you folks call for it."

"Both of them?"

"Jenny didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?  Only said we could be together and to get my butt home
where it belongs.  She said something about having a place of our own
already, but she was doing a lot of crying, so I wasn't sure I heard
it right."

"I'm moving in with Kim.  If you kids like it well enough, we can work
something out so you can have my old place.  It's paid for, so I
wouldn't be asking you to make the payments."

"And if we don't like it?"

"As far as I'm concerned, the two of you can live here forever, or
stay until your finances let you change your minds.  Up to Kim, but
you're here, aren't you?"

"Yeah.  Thanks, and I'll thank Kim, too.  Umm...  You're naked except
for the apron.  Should I strip?"

"Let Jenny unwrap you, is my advice."

"And Kim is there, too?"

"Yep.  That going to be a problem?"

"Maybe.  I've never been with a mother and daughter at the same time."

"Separately?"

"Yeah.  They both knew about it from the beginning.  It just...
Happened, and surprised us all, at first."

"Ever been with two at the same time?"

"Lots of times."

"Love or fucking?"

"Fucking."

"Good man.  Go.  I got food to watch.  One of you can let me know when
you're ready for dinner in bed."

"Thank you, Victor.  I never stopped loving Jennifer.  And thanks for
helping her get her head straight."

"Welcome.  Git."

"Yessir!"

* * *

"Dad grill you?"

"Sorta.  Reminded me of Don.  His thinking seemed twisted at first,
but he's direct, isn't he?  Just like Don was.  I feel like I just
finished finals, and managed to pass with an 'A' in everything, after
expecting to flunk at least one class."

"Felt good, I bet.  Get those clothes off and get in the middle, where
you belong."

"Uhhh...  The middle?  Are you sure, Mrs?..."

"Call me Kim."

"Thanks, Kim.  The middle?"

"Of course.  Will that be a problem?"

"Jennifer?"

"My idea.  I want you to feel as loved as I did when nom and dad had
me there."

"You've changed."

"I'm not looking for another father any more.  I want a husband,
finally.  Strip and get over here.  Or should I strip you?"

"I'll take my clothes off myself.  I never forgot what you did to my
shirt and pants that night."

"Shut up and get naked, or I'll do it again!"
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.
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"I'm done, Kim.  I thought I was when Jen finished with me, but you
did something..."

"Don and I swapped all our lives.  I learned ways to encourage a man
past what he thought were his limits."

"Can't argue with that.  I hate to ask, but I'm starving.  I left
before dinner, and was in such a hurry to get here I didn't stop and
eat.  Didn't want to give Jen enough time to change her mind."

"Silly."

"So are you..  Love."

"I like the way you say that, Honey."

"Mmm..."

"I need to go, anyway.  You two enjoy the afterglow, and I'll help
Victor with the food.
.
.
.
"Did you know your parents swapped?"

"No.  So did dad, before the divorce."

"How'd you meet him?"

"Tried to get him to fuck me, last week, and when I couldn't, I
decided I wanted him as a father.  Then I cheated and brought mom with
me the next day, after he agreed we could meet again.   If you think I
work fast, you should have been there.  Couldn't have been more than
five minutes later when he said yes to a package deal."

"How?  Guy that's gone through a divorce is usually pretty hard to
land."

"Mom twisted that ridden hard thing around and it was like they were
speaking a weird code and the next thing I knew, we were in a three
way hug and I called him 'Daddy'."

"Sounds smooth."

"Give yourself time, Phillip, and you and Jenny will be as smooth with
each other.  I hope she understands why her brash pickup didn't work."

"Sorta.  After the way you and mom hooked up, I knew you were right
about the experience and age.  Mom made it look so easy I missed it,
because I thought it would take her longer to land you."

"She didn't land me, you did.  All she was doing was finding out if
she should keep me, or not."

"I don't understand that."

"Ask your husband to explain it."

"Phillip?"

"Yeah.  He grilled me, but it was man to man, like I was already
family.  He'd already accepted your decision and was letting me know
he was going to be ok with whatever happens now.  I bet your mom was
doing the same thing, when she grilled him, right?"

"Mom?"

"I was reading his body language.  Victor faces life head on, and
that's the only kind of man I'll ever let myself love.  Don was the
same way, of course.  Now, get comfortable and we'll set the bed
tables down, then I'll settle and Victor will take care of all us
while we eat."
.
.
.
"Victor?"

"Problems, Phillip?"

"You ok with what Kim did, and is doing?"

"I would be, even if we were legally man and wife, not just in our
heads.  How do you feel about me fucking Jenny up the ass, earlier?"

"You've got a point.  I'm ok with it.  Going to take getting used to,
later."

"Doesn't have to continue."

"Up to Jenny, not us"

"So, if she wants to keep doing it, you'll accept her decision?  What
about you and Kim?  Want to keep the sex in your relationship?"

"Uhh...  Yeah.  Gotta talk to Jenny about that before we do it again."

"Refills on anything?"

"You cook a good steak, Victor.  Got more?"

"Thanks.  I planned on having leftovers.  Spent years cooking for five
of us.  Ladies?"

"Vegetables and more tea, Honey."

"Same for me, Daddy."

"Got it.  I'll take my time so the three of you can have that talk
about what happens next."
.
.
.
"Jen?  I've never met a man like Victor.  Even Don was never that
relaxed and direct."

"I didn't know he was like that, when I was checking him out.  I liked
the way he moved, is all, and how he noticed me and wasn't afraid to
silently admit he'd seen me.  He didn't make any moves on me, but he
didn't ignore me, either."

"Was he a challenge, then?  I remember how you always played the
game."

"Nahh.  Wasn't like that.  I had to work up to it.  He reminded me of
dad, and it scared me.  I was afraid I was projecting, and if I did go
for more, he wasn't going to match the image I'd built inside.  I knew
I'd blown it as soon as I heard what I started with, but I had to
finish what I started, and it was weird, how he just kept doing the
right things, even when I kept doing the wrong ones.  I wanted to stop
and be honest, but I couldn't.  It was like he was doing something to
force me to keep making mistakes, and I had to go along with it."

"That's weird."

"No, it's not, you two.  He was showing Jen why she shouldn't have
been focusing on him, or anyone else from his generation.  I was
surprised he accepted me.  I think the only reason he did was because
I proved we share the same background and value system, so we both
knew we had an honest chance of making things work in the long run,
without forcing the fit."

"What about this stuff with all of us in the same bed sometimes?  The
swapping and everything?"

"Jen?  You wanted it."

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?

"I've always been a daughter.  I've spent the last week learning a
little about how to be a wife, and I was being greedy when I asked you
if you were ok with us spending our honeymoon here.  I wanted us to
have a chance to learn how to be married, from mom and dad, because
they are so casually obvious about being good at it."

"You've changed a lot.  Do I know you, any more?"

"You'll change, too.  I want to be there when it happens."

"See what I mean about you changing?  What happened to 'don't ever
change'?"

"I grew up again.  Didn't know I could, until Vic helped me do it the
day I tried to get him to fuck me, and he refused.  Now, I know we'll
change and I refuse to try and stop it from happening, unless we both
decide to do something about it."

"We, instead of me.  No wonder I kept loving you.  I'm glad I waited
for you to grow up and come back."

"You *waited* for me?"

"Don told me you still loved me, and to give you a few more years to
grow up some more, before I gave up."

"Mom?!"

"Nothing to do with it, unless you count the time I told Phillip he'd
always be family, no matter what happened, and that was long before
you dumped him."

"Oh.  And I did put him at the top of my short list, didn't I?"

"If you say you did, Dear."

"I didn't know I'd missed you so much, until I found you at your aunt
and uncle's and heard your voice again.  Still want to be my husband?"

"I do, if you still want to be my wife."

"Yes!"

"Should I let the second helpings and refills wait for a bit, or do
you two want them now so you can rebuild your reserves for later?"

"Oops!"

"Dad!  You're terrible!"

"Phillip?"

"Jennifer can wait a little longer.  I need the energy reserves for
later."

"You're being silly, again!"

"Practical.  I want to survive this."

"Umm!"

"That's a good blush, Dear.  Remember it in case you need it again."

"Aren't you giving away secrets, mom?"

"In front of two married men, who love their wives?  I taught you
better than that."

"Yeah.  You did.  This is seriously strange, but good, doing the girl
talk and guy talk in front of each other.  Makes it a lot better,
doesn't it?"

"Hey!  Dad?  You said 'should stick to my own age group', for a
reason, didn't you?"

"Yep."

"Another one of those singles causing problems things?  So why is it
ok, now?"

"You wanted to learn how to be married, right?  Can't show you how to
do it, if the door is closed.  Even easier when the four of us are in
the same bed."

"You do it this way with your kids?"

"We thought about it.  Even talked it over with them after they got
married.  Eventually we decided to just leave the door open all the
time, and they could ask questions whenever they had them.  That was
before the stuff that triggered the divorce."

"If we want to learn about marriage, we need to know about divorce,
right?"

"You're pushing again, Honey."

"It's ok.  She's right."

"Jenny, what triggered the divorce was the realization that the
wedding certificate got in the way of our shared happiness, by making
us both feel guilty when we were swapping.  So, we took the time to
sort out all the other stuff, and got rid of it.  It hurt us both, a
lot at the time, but we both feel we're better people for making the
decision, and that's the reason we still see each other, for the
stability of knowing no matter what happens, we still love each other
very deeply.  We both changed quite a bit during the years we had the
certificate on the wall, until, suddenly, we knew it didn't belong
there, except as a memory, not a reason for us to love each other."

"That's...  More of that age and experience stuff, isn't it?  Can I
meet her someday?"

"Of course.  She and her husband enjoy snuggling in a pile of bodies.
It's my turn to go see her, in a few months, but a few months later,
she'll come to see me."

"I like it.  What if we invite her to our wedding?  I think she should
be there."

"I'll give you her number."

"Uhhh...  You sure?"

"Confront the problem?"

"Yeah.  You're right.  Tomorrow, for sure, after I've had some sleep
and I know my head's ready for that sort of stuff, ok?"

"No hurry.  She'll enjoy talking to my new daughter.  Been after me to
find a family, anyway."
.
.
.
"You folks done?  If so, I'll pick things up."

"Thanks, Honey.  You're a good cook, and a courteous waiter."

"Welcome, Love.  I didn't snack."

"Wise man.  You want to do the dishes before, or after, we feed you?"

"Weren't you the person who called *me* cruel?"

"Mom!  You didn't!"

"Hush, child.  You're his daughter.  I'm his wife.  My right by
conquest, to call him cruel whenever I want to."

"But he isn't!"

"You're not supposed to think so.  Makes it easier to teach you the
difficult lessons."

"Oh?"

"Explain it to her Phillip, while I help Victor in the kitchen."

"I'm not sure I know the answer."

"See if the two of you can figure it out before you decide if you want
children or not.  In the meantime, you can get started on it."

"Yes..."

"Don't you dare say it!"

"Mother."

"He's a good young man, Jen.  See that he's a better, old man, when
you're an old woman, like I am."

"Uhh...  Ok, mom."

"Your blush needs to be a darker pink."

"Mom!"

"Much better.  Don't try to learn how to do that one.  Phillip will
learn how to make you do it when he wants you to."

* * *

"Why would she call dad cruel?  He's honest, and direct, even
embarrassing, but no matter what he is, I know I can trust him to be
fair."

"What happened to autocratic, dictatorial and domineering meddler?"

"Uhh..."

"Hey!  Your mother was right!  I can get you to do that blush!  Wasn't
trying, this time, but I think I know what I have to do.  It's easy."

"You can practice later.  The subject is dad's cruelty."

"So answer my question."

"That was years ago.  I'm glad I apologized for calling him that,
before he was killed."

"Good.  Glad to hear it.  I never had the chance to apologize to mine.
But that's not my point, I think."

"Oh?"

"Yeah.  Like you, I never thought they were being cruel, just...  I
don't know.  Too protective, I guess.  They weren't letting me grow up
and make my own decisions without interfering, or something like that.

"Anyway, what made you change your mind?"

"Gonna sound stupid, but I grew up a little, and realized he was
trying to help me, because I didn't know enough to make good
decisions.  Sure, he let me make them, but he was right there when
they blew up on me.  Had to be that way."

"Exactly.  Isn't that kinda cruel though, lo let someone get hurt when
you know you could stop it from happening?"

"Umm...  I don't like where that leads when I say no, it isn't,
because it is, unless you look at the bigger picture.  How would we
have learned to be adults, if we weren't allowed to act like them
sometimes, and make mistakes?...

"Oh.  Damn.  It's more of that age and experience stuff, isn't it?
They've been there, so they could see what was going to happen,
because it was obvious to them.  Sometimes they helped, sometimes they
didn't  Has to be a reason for that."

"Yep.  They knew our limits, still do, I bet, so they were helping us
go past those limits, without telling us that was what they were
doing.  And sometimes...  Well, what else can you call what happened,
except their version of 'Tough Love'?"

"Can't be that.  I never felt like he didn't care."

"You weren't listening, Love.  I never said it was, I said it was
their version of it."

"Oh, yeah.  Now it fits.  Mom's 'cruel' is the outsider's viewpoint,
so it's sort of a code to them, like a pat on the back for a good job
when it worked."

"Reverse word play.  Sounds too simple."

"She's right.  Kids and young adults tend to make everything more
complex than it really is.  Most people outgrow that habit,
eventually."

"How much did you hear, mom?"

"Not all of it.  Just the part after you were thinking out loud about
'yes' or 'no' not being the right answers."

"Ok.  Oh.  Everything keeps coming back to that age and experience
stuff, doesn't it.  That's where all that 'give yourself some time'
stuff came from?"

"You finally agreed to Phillip's marriage proposal.  He waited for
you.  What do you think?"

"That's weird.  You're really saying I had to dump him, to find out I
loved him, but he knew I did all along?"

"Don knew you loved him, and Phillip trusted Don's judgment enough to
act on it."

"Oh....  That's.  I'm sorry, Phillip.  The must have been...  Hard to
do."

"Mom helped, until they died.  She had to wait for dad to come back
from Viet Nam.  She knew a lot about ways to make the wait tolerable."

"Gods.  I'm so sorry I put you through that.  I didn't understand..."

"It wasn't that bad.  I wasn't celibate or cut myself off from all
women while I waited, like mom did when she waited for dad."

"Oh!  You!...  Umm...  Am I blushing like that again?"

"Yep.  Told you it was easy to do."

"I'll figure it out, and learn how to stop doing it."

"Can't be done, unless you stop loving me.  That's the reason it's so
easy to do."

"Mom?  Is he right."

"Yes.  Only thing you can do is find ways to bring him up short.  Men
think differently than we do, so settle for glazed eyes and
embarrassed silence.  You get extra points for a blush, of course."

"You're crazy!"

"Of course she is.  Love always looks like that, to someone on the
outside."

"Daddy!  Now *you're* making me do it!"

"Am I being cruel?"

"Yes!...   But it's in a good way, isn't it?  We know you're doing it
because you really do love me."

"Extra credit.  How do you know I'm not laughing at you inside,
because I'm really being cruel and you don't think I am.  Phillip can
help you think, this time.  His right."

"What do you mean, help her think?"

"He means make love to me, even though I'll be thinking about his
question."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"Victor?  Is this more of that 'married couple' stuff?"

"Can be.  Mostly, it's tied up with love and trust, and selflessness.
Work her more for yourself, than trying to make her orgasm.  Idle
exploration is a good place to start.  It talks to the emotions so her
intellect isn't distracted."

"Sounds impossible."

"Do it and find out if it is.  If it doesn't work, you both get laid
again."
.
.
.
"Mmm...  I'm back.  That feels good."

"Got an answer?"

"Of course, daddy.  Two of them.  Context.  If you were the seriously
cruel type, you'd be inconsistent in the way you do things.  Part of
that is your body language.  But the obvious way to tell is so simple
I should have seen it without Phil's help."

"So tell us the obvious."

"You told me to have him help me think.  If you were going to be
cruel, you would have done it."

"Right!  Well, Phillip?"

"Does it work for men?"

"Sex doesn't matter.  Want to try it?"

"Yeah."

"Easy one.  What makes it work?  Hint:  Two things are essential,
after you eliminate the foreplay aspects."

"That's easy?"

"Silly man.  You never did pay attention to the right stuff in class.
He told you the answer already."

"He did?"

"I did."

"Oh.  Wow.  My parents were never this intense about helping me learn
things."

"Lie back and get comfortable.  Let me know if I distract you too
much, because this is my first time doing this."
.
.
.
"Hey!  That feels good, but I don't feel like I need to orgasm.  Kinda
like what I do when I idly fondle myself when I'm...  Thinking."

"Want me to work on making you blush like that when I want you to? Bet
it's easy to do..."

"Shut up.  You made your point.  And Vic did tell us, didn't he?  Love
and trust makes it work when someone else does it.  Weird feeling at
first.  It was like my mind found another gear or something."

"Uh huh.  Never thought about it being something we already do.
Sneaky, huh?"

"Yeah.  No wonder mom and dad always did that 'Let's sleep on it, and
maybe a better solution will show up."

"Duh!  Mom?  Dad?"

"Sometimes, Dear."

"We spent a lot time in bed when we were working out the settlement
details.  Made it easier to see solutions we could both live with,
sometimes."

"I missed something.  Never heard of folks spending more time together
while they were getting divorced."

"Wedding cert got in the way and kept us both from being ourselves, so
we got rid of it.  Jenny can tell you what she knows, and she can get
more details from Beth, when she invites her and her husband to the
wedding."

"Later, Honey.  I don't know a lot anyway."

"Ok.  I think that was a hint we should go to bed, in yours."

"I can feed him, Jen.  You two probably need some time to yourselves,
anyway, so you can catch each other up."

"Before we leave, I have a serious question that deserves a serious
answer.  You and mom interested in a double wedding?"

"Subject hasn't been brought up, until now.  I don't know."

"Mom?"

"Same answer."

"May I express my own desires?"

"Yes, Dear."

"Whatever you decide, make sure it's done for yourselves, not us kids.
You're our mom and dad, no matter what.  Right, Phil?"

"Right!"

"Thank you, Jenny, Phillip.  I'll keep that in mind if Kim and I ever
discuss getting married."

"You've grown up quite a bit in the last week, Dear.  You've done a
lot of thinking about how your decisions affect others, and not just
yourself.  Don would have been proud of you."

"Come on, Honey.  Mom and dad need some time to themselves.  Lots of
it.  So do we.  Thanks."

"Phillip?"

"Victor?"

"You're going to make mistakes.  Lots of them, so don't let them
distract you from the most important thing in your life."

"Jennifer, Sir?"

"Exactly.  And you, young woman, don't assume Phillip will always do
what you want.  Never forget to ask, and give him the option of
refusing once in awhile.  If you assume he'll always do it your way,
you're saying his desires don't matter to you.  Understand?"

"You're not warning him about that, too?"

"He's thinking with his heart right now, not his head. Men in love do
that, just like women in love eventually decide they need to start
fixing things.  Don't fix him.  Let him change on his own, and learn
to love whatever he becomes, because if you do, he'll do the same for
you."

"Is that the reason you and Beth still love each other so much?"

"Yes.  We let go of each other, so we could come back.  That piece of
paper had become the clenched hand that refused to allow us our
freedom, we happened to become people who can't love when that
happens, so we did something about it.  Drastic and painful, but it
worked."

"You saying we should rethink getting married?"

"No.  There will be times that piece of paper is the only thing
keeping you in the same house with each other, long enough to force
yourselves to solve problems."

"Got it.  Age and experience again, right?  It helped you grow up
enough so you didn't need it any more."

"Right again.  You follow that, Phillip?"

"Lived through something like that when I was a kid.  Never did figure
out how they managed to get past that time.  I think I just learned
how they did it.  Thanks."

"Victor?"

"Yes, Dear?"

"I think you just made it an easy decision.  Let's make it a double."

"Cruel woman.  Caught by my own words.  I agree, without reservations.
Be sure and tell Beth about this when you talk to her, Jenny, and
don't bother relaying her 'I told him so'.  You can tell her that,
too, after she stops laughing."

"Yes, Father.  C'mon, Honey.  Let's go reheat some more food and bring
it to mom and dad, so she can spoil him some more."
---

End: Good Times

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