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Stepping into the Druid College brought back memories of times spent with John.

Ed paused, finding it hard to believe that only a month had passed since his

husband had given up his life to sanctify the glade. He looked over at the large

photograph of John hanging next to the entrance. It was a color picture that

showed John standing along one of the paths into the woods near the school. In

it, John looked regal wearing his robe and cloak as he held his staff. A tear

slid down Ed's cheek as he looked at the picture of his husband.

Behind him, Betsy entered the building followed by her mother. She looked around

the entry, excited to be back at the school. When she caught sight of her

brothers and sister, she released a gleeful yell, ran over to greet them and

bowled over her siblings in her excitement. Ling went over to help them get

untangled. Kelly and Linda joined her thinking that the kids would be upset by

Betsy's roughness, but the children had turned it into a wrestling match and

tickle war. The kids were having fun even though it was three against one and

the one was winning.

With an abruptness that was startling, Ed turned away from his family and

marched out the door. Linda noticed and felt hurt that he hadn't greeted her.

She went to follow him with the intention of yelling at him, but Kelly put a

hand on her shoulder and said, "He's grieving for John. It's the first time that

he's really had a chance to do that."

Linda looked at Kelly in surprise at the news. She thought that over the past

thirty days that Ed would have had a chance to come to grips with John's death.

She asked, "Really?"

"He's been busy with hiring new staff, filing taxes, working on wills, handling

family business, taking over the Fusion Foundation, and following his

businesses. In between all that, he's been helping us deal with our emotions,"

answered Kelly. She sighed as she thought about the strength that Ed brought to

the family. John had been the fount of wisdom, but it was Ed's strength that

always saw the family through trials and tribulations. She added, "Give him an

hour alone."

"Where did he go?" asked Ling.

"I imagine that he went to the Carter Glade."

Trudging through snow, Ed approached the glade with a heavy heart, feeling for

the first time the full impact of John's death. Upon reaching it, he looked

around only to find it smaller than he had remembered. He knew that it was a

hundred yards across, but it only looked about twenty-five yards across to him.

There was no snow on the ground inside the circle that defined the site.

Looking at the clearing reminded him of the day when John and he had cleared it

of trees. That had been a grand day, the two men working side by side to clear

the land. It was a nice crisp morning, perfect for hard work. They had cut the

trees down using axes, with each man working on an individual tree. Once they

had felled the first tree, other Druids came out to remove the branches and cut

the trunks for use in making items within the College workshops.

When the family had delivered lunch, they had eaten together sharing a communion

with the outdoors. After lunch, a Druid had been injured and Kelly had healed

him through her healing gift of sex. Ed had joked that she enjoyed her service

to the Goddess too much at times and John had teased her about that for the rest

of the day.

He stepped into the circle and looked around in surprise at the sudden increase

in apparent size. Walking slowly, he moved to the center of the glade where he

had last seen John. He knelt and looked up at the sky for a full minute. As his

grief overwhelmed him, a sound of animal loss began in his belly and grew until

it burst forth as an anguished as a primal scream that lasted for a full minute.

Throughout the release of his anguish, he beat the ground with his fists.

The sound reverberated within the glade, growing in strength, to echo his

feelings of grief on behalf of all those who could not express theirs. He knew

that he wasn't alone in the feelings he was experiencing, but he was alone in

dealing with them.

Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "John! I miss you so much!"

Time passed slowly as his tears froze on his face. For the first time in his

life, he wasn't aware of the cold. His grief consumed his entire attention. It

felt to him as if the best part of him had died with John. After a while, Ed

found that he was sitting on the ground staring into the distance.

A hand on his shoulder brought him back to the present. Looking up, he found

Leroy standing beside him. It never dawned on him that Leroy wasn't supposed to

be there. Confused, he asked, "Leroy? Is that you Leroy?"

"It's me. I figured you could probably use a hand getting back into the groove

of things around here," replied the black man with a smile that showed his white

teeth.

"Thank you for coming," said Ed as he continued to sit there feeling numb. It

was hard to say if it was from his grief or from the cold. He wondered how long

he had been sitting alone in the glade.

"What are husbands for?" asked Leroy kneeling down beside his husband. He put an

arm around him and helped Ed stand.

The hours in the cold weather had drawn all warmth from Ed's body. Once he

started moving, his entire body started to tremble uncontrollably. His hands and

feet were numb. It seemed as though he stumbled with every step that he took as

Leroy led him back to the college. The trip to the glade had taken very little

time, but the trip back seemed to be taking forever.

As they walked, Leroy asked, "You miss him, don't you?"

"Yes, more than anything. It seems that my life has lost its meaning," answered

Ed while concentrating more on walking than on answering the question.

"Why would it have lost its meaning?"

"Everything I did included John," answered Ed stumbling as his numb feet slid on

the snowy ground.

Leroy disappeared, being replaced by a hairy figure that looked familiar. Ed

stumbled and fell to the ground. The hairy figure lumbered off, leaving Ed lying

where he had fallen. It was cold. His hands and feet felt like they solid blocks

of ice. He wondered where he was, but his eyelids felt like lead and he couldn't

open his eyes. An uncontrollable shiver went through his body. He was so cold.

"Were you trying to sacrifice yourself?"

The voice sounded fuzzy, as though it came from a mile away. He didn't recognize

the speaker. It was hard to tell if it was because he didn't know who it was or

if his ears weren't working correctly. He wondered what happened to Leroy.

"You didn't need to do that," stated the voice.

Ed ignored the voice and thought about John. His husband was gone and would

never return. The manner of John's departure from this earth was supernatural.

It made Ed wonder if John walked with the Gods and Goddesses.

"Ed, if you don't answer me soon I'm going to leave."

The voice sounded like John's, but it couldn't have been since John was dead.

Confused, he asked, "John, is that you?"

"Who did you think it was?"

"John, I've missed you so much," replied Ed.

He tried to open his eyes so that he could look upon his husband once again, but

his eyes wouldn't respond to his commands. Nothing about his body seemed to

work. He wanted to move, but his body didn't respond. It was cold, so cold that

it could freeze hell.

"I'm not gone from your life. I'm just not in your world anymore."

"What am I supposed to do?" asked Ed seeking guidance from the one man whose

judgement he trusted above all others.

"Live. That is what the living do!"

It was as though a blast of hot air boiled through his body. Every corner of his

body in which the cold had taken residence was warmed in a single instant. His

eyes fluttered open. He was greeted with the sight of a very naked Kelly atop

him. The sensations around his cock and the look on her face told him all that

he needed to know. She was making love to him.

He reached up and caressed her breasts. She lowered the upper half of her body

so that it made full contact with his. His hips thrust up into her as his

conscious mind transitioned from waking to making love. His orgasm came quickly,

but he had no idea how long Kelly had been riding him. Her motions conveyed that

she was coming as well.

Kelly calmed down and sat up while still impaled on his cock. With a worried

look on her face, she asked, "What were you thinking of?"

"Huh?"

"You were half dead out there. If you had been out there another half an hour,

you'd be dead," answered Kelly as her concern turned to a light anger. They had

lost John and now Ed was trying to kill himself.

"What happened to Leroy?" asked Ed.

"Leroy? He's back in Arizona. You know that," answered Kelly.

"No, he was here helping me get back to the building," replied Ed confused.

"You were frozen solid in the snow. There was no one else," countered Kelly,

"and if Fluffy hadn't found you, we'd still be looking for you."

"Leroy came out there and reminded me to come back. He helped me stand and walk

back to the building. I don't remember much after taking a few steps," explained

Ed. The sight of the hairy being lumbering away made him wonder if he had

hallucinated Leroy in place of Fluffy.

"Leroy isn't here. You were out there alone."

"John was there," said Ed.

Kelly, hearing what Ed was saying, looked down at her husband with tears in her

eyes. She said, "Ed, you were delirious."

"Live. That is what the living do!" The last thing that John had said to him out

there echoed in his mind. He wondered if he had been living since John had

passed to the other side. When he had made love to Kim, had he tasted the full

flavor of the act? He tried to remember, but couldn't recall the degree to which

he had been emotionally engaged with her.

Feeling weak, Ed said, "I'll be okay. I just need a little time to get back on

my feet."

Kelly climbed off the infirmary bed knowing that he wouldn't lie to her. This

entire episode had upset her and she didn't know what to do. His grief must have

been far greater than she had realized if it had allowed him to almost die out

in the cold. She had allowed him to go out there alone. She took his hand and

kissed it.

"I'll let you sleep."

Ed answered, "Thanks."

Kelly left the infirmary, pausing once to look back at Ed. Her husband had

already fallen asleep, but this was the rest of a man at peace and not the sleep

of the dead. She frowned as she thought of her failure to support Ed and left to

find the rest of the family. She needed to talk to the other two wives about

this.

Ed woke feeling alert. Looking around, he recognized that he was in the

infirmary. His stomach growled. Thinking about it, he realized that he hadn't

eaten since leaving Arizona. He sat up and looked around for Laura. Despite the

fact that it was an infirmary, this room had a very cheerful and upbeat

atmosphere.

Hearing the noise from her patient, Laura glanced through the door and saw that

he was awake at long last. She asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, just very hungry," answered Ed as Laura approached the bed in the manner

of medical professionals everywhere.

"You should be, it's been at least twenty four hours since you ate," commented

the Druid as she proceeded to check his condition. Like everyone that Kelly had

healed, he was in outstanding physical condition.

"Is the dining room open?" asked Ed.

"Yes, but you can't leave here until I'm satisfied that you're all right. You

almost died yesterday," answered Laura.

His stomach growled in protest at being kept from going to eat. He yawned and

stretched for a second before realizing that he had awakened without his normal

morning grogginess. He wasn't going to question how he felt.

"Well, I'm pretty hungry," replied Ed.

Shaking her head, Laura said, "I can't find anything wrong with you. Go and

eat."

Ed dressed and left the infirmary heading straight for the first year dining

room. He reached the dining room in record time and sat down at a table where he

would be noticed. When the waitress came to the table, he said, "I'll have

scrambled eggs, biscuits and gravy, and coffee."

Raising an eyebrow, she asked, "Are you sure?"

"Positive," replied Ed a little confused by the question. He looked up at the

clock and realized that it was almost lunchtime. Shrugging off the time, he

considered that in Arizona it would constitute a late breakfast.

Looking around the empty dining room, Ed knew that it would be filling up soon

with students coming from their classes. The noise level would rise and there

would be a number of minor arguments, but nothing compared to what there had

been at the start of the school year. He smiled at his observations concerning

the changes in the students that occurred over the course of the first year. It

was proof to him that the college was serving its purpose.

The waitress brought over his breakfast and set it on the table in front of Ed.

He had taken the time to watch her walk over. He put her age around forty-five

or so. Like many of the people that worked with the first years, she had chosen

to wear a minimum amount of clothes that were practical for her job. For the

waitresses, this meant wearing an apron and a pair of support shoes. Her body

showed the results of childbearing with stretch marks around her abdomen and

breasts. She had varicose veins along her legs. It amazed him that she chose to

bare herself around so many young people.

As she turned to leave, he asked, "Do you like working here?"

Surprised by the question, the waitress turned and answered, "Yes, I do."

"I noticed that you have taken to wearing only an apron. The last time I saw

you, you were fully dressed. I was curious why so many people from town that

work here have taken to dressing down in a such a fashion," commented Ed.

"I can't speak for others, but I have observed that the longer the kids were

unclothed around here the better people they became. After a month here, they

stop complaining about every little thing. After two months, the number of

arguments goes down. Around three months, they start becoming a little more

helpful. I don't know if being naked has anything to do with it, but it seems to

be a part of it to me. I just felt that I wanted to be a better person," replied

the waitress looking away from Ed the entire time she spoke.

"Interesting," replied Ed as he considered her answer. Curious, he asked, "Is

the town changing?"

"The town?" asked the waitress, turning to look at Ed with her eyes wide in

surprise.

"I was just wondering if the people that work here were changing things in

town."

"I really haven't take the time to notice," replied the waitress. She was silent

for a moment as she thought more about his question and then looked at the

breakfast sitting in front of Ed. She said, "You better start to eat before your

breakfast gets cold."

"Thanks," he answered, "I'd hate to eat cold gravy on my biscuits."

He watched the waitress leave and turned his attention to his food. The gravy

was excellent, not greasy even though it was loaded with bits of sausage. The

biscuits were moist and fresh despite the late hour. He poured a little of the

gravy over the scrambled eggs and tasted them. It was hard to ruin scrambled

eggs except by letting them sit under a heat lamp.

Finishing his breakfast, Ed sat back and took a sip of his coffee. He had

finished in time to watch the students arriving from classes for lunch. The

noise level in the room rose commensurate with the number of people filing into

the room. Serious discussions about the material covered in class were mixed in

equal measure with lighthearted conversations among friends.

He took a moment to examine the students. Their bodies looked healthy. Their

skin had cleared up and practically glowed with health. They walked with grace

and acted naturally. Admittedly, few of them would ever be held up as examples

of beauty by a culture that valued thin women and hard-body men. However, there

wasn't a single student with whom he would refuse an opportunity to have sex.

His kids, with the exception of Betsy, entered the dining room and moved

directly to his table. They moved towards him with a purpose and he was

surprised to see the expressions of concentration on their faces. William

reached the table first and sat down looking over the remains of the meal on the

table. Raising an eyebrow, he asked, "You just woke?"

"Yes, I got up about half an hour ago," replied Ed surprised that his son hadn't

predicted that he would sleep so late. Of course, the question could have been

rhetorical.

Beth and John sat down at the two remaining chairs at the table. They had heard

the exchange between William and Ed. Beth accused, "Our mothers were crying last

night. You upset them."

"That was not my intention," responded Ed.

"That was the consequence," challenged John.

"And you think that I have been bad because I caused harm?" asked Ed.

"Yes," answered John and Beth together. Their answered contrasted with the

negative answer of William.

Ed sat back and looked at the three kids. The realization that they were not as

unified in their assessment of the situation caused some consternation among

them. The children exchanged a series of looks as though arguing without words.

Little John looked very irritated, Beth looked confused, and William sat

immobile.

Everything came to a halt when William said, "Daddy Ed was in pain and no one

was there for him. We even walked away."

John and Beth sat there staring at William in shock, as the full import of his

words became clear. For his part, William stood and left the table without

saying another word. Ed watched him leave and then turned to watch the other two

children. They were watching their brother walk away. The expressions on their

faces reflected their dismay.

"Go to William. Let him know that I understand. There was no way for him to know

how I felt."

With a sigh, Ed watched as Beth and John left the table. He would let the

children work out a solution to the problem. He had not wanted to be faced with

dealing with other people's problems yet. It was time to live. That was what

John had told him he should be doing. He took a sip of his coffee and tried to

decide what he would do next. Sighing, he stood up and muttered, "It's time to

deal with the wives."

He went up to the apartment to find the rest of the family. Undoubtedly, they

would be just as upset as the children had been; perhaps they were even more

upset. He smiled to himself at the idea that his kids felt secure enough to

question his actions. They had been right and wrong, just as his actions had

been right and wrong. He hoped they would determine where they had been wrong,

but he was going to make sure that they understood where they had been right.

Entering the apartment, he found a very excited Betsy running to him. She

launched herself at him. If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have

dropped her. Smiling as he hugged her, he spent the moment in the now and just

enjoyed the feel of the bundle of energy in his arms. She squealed, "I was so

worried about you. Are you okay now?"

"Yes, I am," answered Ed.

"Good. I don't like to worry. I almost have to stay still when I worry."

Ed grinned at the most honest statement that he had heard in a long time. She

had touched upon a great truth of life. He said, "I don't like to worry either.

I'm sorry if I made you worry."

"That's okay," replied the little girl as she started to wiggle in order to get

down. A minute hug lasted too long for the high-energy girl. Ed set her down on

the floor and watched as she streaked out of the room, presumably on a mission

to let his wives know that he was back. As large smile crossed his face as he

watched the girl being true to her essential nature. She was energy and energy

didn't take easily to being contained.

Linda came out of the back wearing blue jeans and a blue work shirt. She

approached Ed walking with her hands held in her back pockets, palms facing out.

Her posture emphasized her breasts by thrusting them forward. Her long black

hair shone from the light reflecting off it. She stopped a distance away from Ed

and, looking down at the floor, said, "Sorry."

"For what?"

"I was angry at you yesterday. You came here and didn't even acknowledge me,"

answered Linda.

"It should be me apologizing to you," replied Ed as his stomach twisted. The

words felt sour in his mouth even as he spoke them. He knew that he shouldn't

apologize for being human and allowing himself to give voice to his grief.

"No, we discussed what happened last night after the kids went to bed. All of us

have been taking advantage of you. You're a lot stronger than any of us and we

forgot that you might need some time to recover from all of the demands we place

on you," countered Linda.

Smiling, Ed said, "I'm feeling better now. Yesterday, I got a lot of the grief

out of my system."

Linda shifted her weight onto her left leg and rolled her right foot so that the

side of her foot was on the ground. The pose made her look more vulnerable. Ed

found her vulnerability attractive. He wanted to go over to her and protect her,

but recognized that she wanted to keep her distance for the moment.

Linda thought about the discussion last night. She had been expecting Ed to show

up and take her to bed. Kelly and Ling had planned on making it a foursome, with

Ed being the King Bee. No one had bothered to ask Ed what he had wanted or even

considered that he might want something different.

The realization that all three of them were making demands upon him for

attention had not been pleasant. The wives had talked on many occasions about

how much Ed did for them without asking for anything in return. In a way, they

felt they owed Ed for his sacrifices on their behalf. None of them knew what to

do to help or thank him.

She said, "We called Leroy last night and asked him to come here for a while."

"Why? His work is pretty important and I'm not sure that it is right to

interrupt it."

With more irritation in her voice than she intended, she said, "He's family and

we need him. You need him."

Ed nodded as he thought about it and realized that it made sense to ask him to

come here. Leroy hadn't been around much over the past couple of years. Leroy

was suffering because of it and the family hadn't been the same without him

around. "Okay."

Her right hand left the back pocket and brushed her long hair back behind her

ears. She said, "We just want you to know that we are here for you. If you want

to talk to us or anything, just ask."

"Thanks," replied Ed as he wondered what had happened last night.

Linda came over to Ed and hugged him with tears in her eyes. She said, "I love

you Ed."

"I love you," replied Ed enjoying the feeling of his wife's body pressed against

his. "Can we spend a little time alone?"

Relief washed over Linda. She had wanted to ask him that, but felt she would be

making demands. She whispered in his ear, "I have a special chair upstairs if

you would like that."

His cock reacted to the announcement and Ed whispered back, "I would love that."

A very pleased Linda led the way upstairs. He followed behind, enjoying the view

of her ass swaying. She had a particularly fine ass. It always excited him to

walk behind her, particularly when she was working it like she was doing at the

moment. While her body was enough to excite him, the news that she had one of

her chairs here almost had him coming. It had been quite a while since she had

taken him to one of her special chairs and it promised hours of pleasure.

She stopped in front of a room and gestured inside as she said, "We're here."

Ed walked in and found a chair that was different from any other that she had

bought. Like her other special chairs, this looked like a squashed 'N.' Unlike

the others, this one had arm rests for him and a special backrest for her. He

walked around it trying to figure out all of the other features that the chair

possessed. The part of the chair where his legs would rest was designed so that

he would have to sit in it with his legs spread.

He turned to look at Linda and was surprised that she had already undressed

while his attention had been on the chair. Examining her body, he said, "You

just keep looking better every day."

Linda smiled at the compliment and said, "Get undressed, my husband."

Ed removed his robe and sandals revealing his erection. Once he was naked, Linda

helped him get into the chair. As strange as it looked, it was very comfortable.

She shifted his body and adjusted the chair so that the support was perfect. He

leaned his head back and shut his eyes.

Looking down at her husband, Linda debated about the wisdom of what she was

about to do. She put the Velcro-strips across his wrists and bound his arms to

the armrest. Ed had reacted with surprise and looked at his wrists wondering

what she had done to him. While he was distracted with that, Linda bound his

ankles in the same manner.

Surprised by her actions, Ed asked, "What's this?"

"I wanted to make sure that you get to enjoy the full experience this time. You

don't have to control yourself this way," answered Linda.

"Okay," replied Ed with more than a little doubt.

Linda stood and left the room for a second. While she was gone, Ed tested the

straps that kept him in the chair. There was no way that he would be able to

free himself. She was going to be able to take him to the very edge of orgasm

and keep him there. He would be unable to push himself over the edge like he

occasionally did when she kept him excited for too long. The knowledge that he

would be helpless made his cock even harder.

Linda returned with a small table on which there were snacks, lotions, and

beverages. Kneeling next to Ed, she said, "Prepare to be here for a while."

Ed looked at Linda and could tell that she was very excited. Her nipples were

hard as rocks and her hands trembled with excitement. Linda enjoyed sex in all

its forms, but two things sent her over the edge with greater ease than all

others. She loved giving blowjobs and could come just from one of her husbands

ejaculating into her mouth. More than oral sex, she loved keeping a man on the

edge of orgasm for hours.

He asked, "So how long are you going to keep me here?"

"Forever, if I can manage it," she replied with a grin.

She wasn't kidding that she would do it forever if it were possible. Her hands

traced paths around his nipples and then down to his cock. As his body reacted

to her attention, she got wet between the legs. His anticipation of the pleasure

that he was to receive increased the flow of blood into his cock making it swell

even larger. She loved what she was doing to his body.

The first ten minutes of attention passed with her making light teasing touches

that built his level of excitement. Her fingertips brushed against his nipples,

traced the veins of his cock, and drew little circles on his scrotum. He

strained against the bonds in a desire to reach down and grab his cock to take

himself to the point of no return.

During the second ten minutes, the pressure of her touch increased to a level

that pushed him close to orgasm. Her left hand wrapped around his cock and

started jacking it with the firmness that she knew could make him come in

minutes. Her right hand fondled his balls, massaging them just enough to

distract him from his pleasure.

Ed struggled against the bonds and begged, "Let me come."

"Not yet, you aren't even dripping pre-come."

A shudder went through Ed when she picked up the pace and pressure of her

administrations. He moaned as he approached a climax. He tried to thrust up, but

the chair held his body in a position where that was impossible. He could feel

his orgasm approaching. Like a NASA countdown, he counted down the number of

seconds that remained until he came. He reached one and then she stopped

touching him.

A wave of frustration swept through his brain as body tensed in disappointment.

He groaned and tried to get something to touch his cock. He was so close that

even a breath blown across his cock would have allowed him to come. Pre-come

pooled at the tip. He was kept at that point as Linda touched his cock with very

soft sweeps of her finger along its length.

Her other hand moved between his legs. With a fingertip, she started to trace a

little circle around his asshole. He was close, so close that he could almost

feel it, but not close enough to experience the desired orgasm. When Linda

brushed her long hair across his cock, he tested the strength of the Velcro

bonds once again.

She cooed, "Oh, my beautiful man. You are glowing."

She kept it up for another thirty minutes. His pre-come was flowing non-stop.

She knelt down and lapped it up like a kitten at a bowl of milk. It was almost

enough to make him ejaculate, but not quite. His entire body shook as a

Linda-special orgasm washed over him. Ed had reached a level where he was

experiencing a non-stop orgasm without an ejaculation. Only Linda knew how to

take him to that point where his whole body experienced an orgasm without the

accompanying release of fluids.

The sensations around his cock changed, becoming hotter, wetter, and harder. He

looked at her impaled upon his cock. She wasn't riding him, just sitting on his

cock while flexing the muscles in her cunt. This was the part that she enjoyed

the most, sitting upon him feeling his cock fill her while controlling his level

of excitement with her inner muscles.

Ed wondered how long she was going to be able to keep it up without allowing him

to trip over into a full ejaculation. He was enjoying a full body orgasm like

none that he ever had before. Linda had been right about him being able to enjoy

it more if he didn't have to maintain control. This torture was the most

pleasurable experience of his life. He moaned, unable to put together the energy

to talk.

Looking down at Ed, Linda reached over and picked up a small container of apple

juice. Inserting the straw, she held it to his lips and said, "Drink this. I

don't want my beautiful man to get dehydrated."

It was an hour later when Linda climbed off his cock. She had lost track of how

many orgasms she had experienced while slowly riding him. Sitting beside him,

she reached over and rubbed his cock. His juices continued to seep from the head

of his cock. She knelt down to suck his cock, savoring the flavor of his juices.

She was in heaven, fortunate that Ed had been willing to go there with her. With

a smile, she planned to stay there for a lot longer.

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