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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003

Chapter 17

The Southern Kitchen was packed that night as every table was 
taken and each table was filled. Glen was happy to see that 
business was good. He liked Oliver and was pleased to see that he 
was doing well with his business. Oliver greeted them at the door. 
The twins kissed him on the cheek and Cliff gave him a handshake 
with a manly hug. 

CJ looked around the restaurant with wide eyes. This was only her 
second time here and she was very impressed. Intimidated by the 
class of the place, she whispered, "This is amazing. Real crystal 
service on the tables."

Oliver smiled at the twins and said, "So it is your birthday today? 
Twins born under the sign of Gemini. I don't know what it means, 
but it must be significant."

Grinning and winking at the twins, Glen answered, "It means they 
are actually one person with two bodies. Very nice bodies if I may 
say."

Sandra, nudging him with her hip, answered, "You may say that all 
the time."

Wanda, on his other side, ran her hand across his back as she said, 
"However, we may ask you to prove it later."

Cliff put an arm around CJ and said, "I don't know about that. I'm 
rather partial to CJ here. Now that is a body!"

As CJ nuzzled him, she said, "He knows just the right thing to 
say."

Oliver laughed at their antics. He knew it was not right, but he 
actually envied the five of them for their relationships. He hadn't 
seen a couple as close as CJ and Cliff. He was amazed at how Glen 
was able to keep up with the twins. All three women were 
beautiful and acted totally unaware of the effect they had on others. 
Looking around the restaurant, he realized that spending seven 
nights a week here had really affected his chances of finding love. 
He wondered if it was worth it.

The five were taken to a nice table in the special dining room. 
Oliver had realized that having a private room where business 
executives could talk business over their meal without fear of 
being overheard would improve business. He had been correct, that 
room had been the most demanded of them all. Glen looked around 
and whistled, "Wow, this is nice."

Oliver, smiling at his good friends, answered, "Only the best for 
you guys. This is a very special day for the twins."

The twins were jumping up and down excitedly. Wanda giggled as 
she cooed, "Oh my. Glen could spend the whole evening under the 
table and no one would know."

Sandra corrected her, "except for us, of course."

Cliff groaned and turned to Oliver saying, "Don't mind them. Their 
hormones always act up on their birthday. Actually, their 
hormones are set on high every day."

Oliver shook his head and said, "Take a seat. I'll get things started. 
I have a special bottle of wine that I set aside for you."

The meal was delightful and came after a long period of tension in 
their lives. The threats against them had doubled in frequency. The 
chance to relax and unwind in an environment in which they felt 
safe was just as much fun as the meal. Oliver brought in some 
dishes that they wanted to add to the menu. While the twins didn't 
like the fried oysters, Glen and CJ raved about them. Cliff was 
indifferent to them. The fried alligator tail was a big loser at the 
table. It tasted so much like Chicken, that the consensus was that it 
was more bother than it was worth. The corn fritters disappeared as 
fast as they could appear. Oliver smiled as he realized that he had 
just found another dish to add to the meal. 

The diner was great and the twins enjoyed themselves 
tremendously. Glen reached into his pocket and pulled out two 
little envelopes. He handed one to each of the twins. Wanda 
opened hers with hands that trembled from anticipation. Wanda 
looked inside hers and cried out, "Tickets to the Broadway play 
that I wanted! They told me they were sold out for that day."

In her excitement over the gift, she practically climbed over the 
table to hug Glen. She plastered his whole face with kisses. CJ and 
Cliff laughed at the expression on Cliff's face. He looked like he 
was in serious pain as she was pulling him in an unnatural 
direction. She finally stopped and sat back in her chair.

Sandra had watched with a grin. She was tempted to climb over the 
table to kiss him as well. She opened her envelope and peeked 
inside. A huge grin spread over her face as she launched herself 
over the table. Glen was subjected to another bout of kisses. 
Wanda was dying of curiosity about what was in the envelope.

Finally Sandra sat back and pulled out a sheaf of papers. She 
flipped through them one by one as she said, "We have gift 
certificates to the Russian Tea Room, tickets to a boat tour around 
the city, and gift certificates to the spa at the hotel we're staying 
at."

CJ was impressed. She said, "Wow, you guys are going to have a 
great time in New York."

Cliff joked, "Makes me wish I had decided to cover that 
conference on marriage studies."

Glen smiled and said, "Hey, they are going to the big city. They 
should be able to have a little fun while they are there."

CJ felt a little embarrassed by her little gift to the twins, but she 
pulled out two boxes. She handed one to each of the twins. The 
twins grinned as they ripped the wrapping off the boxes. Opening 
the boxes they squealed in tune. Wanda pulled out the dress and 
smiled. It was a shirt dress with lots of buttons. The great thing 
about the dress was that a woman could control just how much she 
showed of herself. Button it up to the top and all they way to the 
bottom and she could look prim and prude. Unbutton the top and 
up from the bottom and she could be sexier than a Las Vegas 
showgirl. She looked across the table to Sandra's present. It was 
the same dress, but in a different color. Wanda said, "Oh, this is 
lovely. Poor Glen."

Sandra seconded that statement, "Yes, poor Glen."

CJ asked, "Why poor Glen?"

Wanda giggled while Sandra answered, "he's not going to get any 
rest when we wear these dresses."

CJ burst out in laughter. She said, "I know the effect. Cliff can 
hardly keep his hands off me when I wear mine."

Cliff grinned and retorted, "I can hardly keep my hands off you 
regardless of what you are wearing."

"You are just a sex fiend."

Glen laughed as he said, "The hardest times to resist are when they 
are wearing nothing."

Cliff disagreed and said, "No, the hardest time is when she's 
wearing my shirt and nothing else."

"Oh yeah. That's definitely tough to resist. I'm at the point where I 
don't even try resisting anymore."

The twins exchanged a glance and then looked over at CJ. CJ 
winked back at them. The women knew how they were going to 
dress around the house from now on. The men didn't have a 
chance. Cliff and Glen exchanged a look as they realized they had 
said too much.

Cliff brought out two boxes for the twins. They each reached for a 
box, surprised by the weight. Faces showing their confusion, they 
held up the box. Wanda laughed and said, "Do you remember 
when he put a brick in the box with our present?"

Sandra answered, "Yes. Remember what we did those bricks?"

Cliff groaned and replied, "Yes. I didn't put bricks in the present 
this time! I wouldn't ever do that again."

Sensing a good story here, CJ asked, "So what happened with the 
bricks?"

Cliff answered, "I was a good little Boy Scout at the time. Every 
year our troop made a rather long hike with an overnight stay in 
the woods. Well, I spent all day of their birthday packing my 
backpack and getting ready for the trip. The next morning I get up 
and head out to meet my fellow scouts."

Wanda and Sandra giggled. Sandra said, "He was so cute in his 
little costume."

Cliff grimaced and said, "It's a uniform. Anyway, I'm hiking and 
my backpack is just getting heavier and heavier. We stop for lunch. 
I open my pack and look through it. I don't see anything inside it. 
After lunch, I'm walking along and my back is killing me. I 
couldn't believe it."

The twins were smiling at each other. Cliff continued, "We get to 
the camp site and I start to unpack my pack. There at the very 
bottom of the pack were two bricks. The entire troop enjoyed the 
joke."

Wanda and Sandra turned their attention to their presents. Ripping 
off the wrapping paper to see what was inside, their mouths 
dropped at the sight. They had both received laptop computers. 
Cliff smiled across the table at them, happy that he had surprised 
them. He said, "Well, you two are in the business and I felt that it 
was necessary you have all of the proper equipment."

Wanda and Sandra both got up and hugged their brother, very 
pleased with their presents. Each person had given them a present 
that would mean the most coming from them. Glen wanted to 
make sure that they would have fun, CJ had wanted them to look 
sexy for their men, and Cliff had wanted to make it possible for 
them to get through their work.

Oliver came back to visit before they left. He smiled and said, "I'll 
be over this week for some fishing. I'll call Cliff and let him know 
when."

Cliff smiled and said, "I'll be sure to leave a morning open for 
fishing."

Oliver said, "great. I'm looking forward to it."

Glen paid for the meal. The wine had been on the house as the 
restaurant's gift to the twins. He took the twins out to his truck 
carrying the two laptops while the twins carried the rest of the 
presents. Cliff and CJ went to Cliff's truck. 

It was night, but the drive home under the full moon was 
outstanding. Glen asked the twins if maybe they should park 
somewhere and let nature take its course. They giggled at the idea, 
but wanted to spend the night in a nice comfortable bed. Glen gave 
in and took the route that would take them straight home.

He sped up to catch up with Cliff when he saw Cliff stop and back 
up. Cliff got out of his truck and removed his gun. Glen stopped 
next to the truck and got out as well. He took out one of his guns 
and then joined Cliff. When he reached Cliff, he asked, "What's 
up?"

Cliff made a gesture like he was wanting silence. He pointed down 
the road and made a motion suggesting that Glen follow him. 
When they got to the bend in the road, Glen understood what had 
stopped Cliff. The place where their mobile home was located 
glowed. The men moved back to the trucks. Glen went to his and 
told the twins, "Drive straight to the Sheriff's office. Don't come 
back without a police escort. We are going to make our way 
towards my place."

After CJ got into the truck with the twins, he and Cliff headed back 
towards the mobile home. There was no one around when they 
reached it. Cliff sighed as he watched his home burn. Once again 
he was left with nothing. At least he had a business and accounts 
with money. He turned to Glen and said, "We better get down the 
road and check out the other house and your place."

Glen nodded. He hated the idea of his home getting burnt down as 
well. They walked slowly up the road, watching the woods around 
them for movement. The eyes of animals shining from the light of 
the full moon gave the trip an eeriness that set both men on edge. 
Several times, the movement of a raccoon or possum nearly caused 
one of them to fire a shot into the dark. 

They approached the new house. It was hidden from the road by a 
curved driveway. Unless you knew where it was, it would be very 
easy to miss in the dark. The two men approached and found 
nothing out of place. Glen whispered, "It's going to be very nice 
when it's done."

"Thanks. We only have two more months before it is supposed to 
be completed."

Glen nodded. He stated, "Let's get back to the road. We've got to 
get those bastards."

The two returned to the road. Rather than walk down the open 
middle, they kept to the side where they could duck into cover if 
necessary. They moved forward slowly and were almost blinded 
by a van driving down the road from Glen's house. Both men 
raised their rifles at the same time, but neither fired. They walked 
quickly towards Glen's house to see what was going on there. 
There was no glow from the area where his cabin to indicate that it 
was burning.  They arrived to find everything was alright except 
for the front door. They had burned a cross into it and left a note. 

Glen and Cliff looked at the note without touching it. It was simple 
and to the point, "You are next." Glen looked at Cliff and stated, "I 
bet they think that you guys were in the mobile home when it went 
up in flames."

Cliff swallowed heavily and wondered if that were true. The two 
men scouted around the place making sure that no one was around. 
They went together, in part, to keep from shooting each other, and, 
in part, because they were afraid of having to face the fanatics 
alone. Returning to the porch of the house, the two men waited for 
the sheriff to arrive. Neither man wanted to go inside the house. 

They waited outside for more than an hour before they heard the 
sirens of the cars stop at the mobile home. They didn't move from 
their position. It was about ten minutes later before a troopers car 
came up the drive to the house. Glen and Cliff moved to intercept 
the car. When Jim James got out of the car, he walked over to 
them. He asked, "Did you see anything?"

Glen nodded and answered, "We saw a van leaving my place. We 
came up here and found a cross burned in the door and a note. We 
haven't touched anything, but it says that I am next. We think that 
they may have thought that the Metchettes were in the house when 
they burned it."

In disgust, Jim shook his head. He stated, "The Sheriff is up at the 
mobile home. He's livid with rage. I think that he's mad he's a 
lawman and can't just kill them."

Glen snorted and stated, "I can think of four law abiding citizens 
that wish they could start hunting them down and I'm one of 
them."

"Don't talk that way."

Glen glanced at the trooper and nodded. He answered, "You're 
right. Not too much I can do about it."

The deputy took the note off the door and put it into an evidence 
bag. Finished collecting evidence, he motioned with his head that 
they were to get in the car with him. Glen sat in the front seat while 
Cliff sat in the back as they rode to the mobile home. There were 
half a dozen troopers gathered around it, waiting for the fire trucks 
to arrive. The trailer was totaled. The only thing the fire trucks 
could do now was to keep the fire from spreading into the woods. 

It was quite a while before the fire trucks showed up. The 
volunteer firemen got out and started wetting down the trees 
around the mobile home. Having recovered from the shock, the 
twins bounced over to where Glen and Cliff sat. Cliff's eyes 
showed his anger and everyone was afraid to talk to him. Fists 
clenched, he turned to face Wanda and Sandra. With bitterness in 
his voice, he said, "Everything we had was in there. Hell, even the 
next issue of the magazine was on our computer in there."

Glen interrupted, "Cliff, we have copies of everything on my 
computer. Wanda and Sandra, always bring over a copy when they 
come to spend the night."

Breathing a sigh of relief, he said, "Thank God for horny women 
with brains."

Wanda and Sandra slapped him playfully from each side. As Cliff 
slowly relaxed, Glen smiled at him and said, "Yes, thank God for 
beautiful, smart, witty, and loving horny women."

Wanda and Sandra turned to Glen smiling. Wanda said, 
"Flattery…"

"will get you everywhere," continued Sandra. 

The Sheriff came over and sat down on the hood of his car. His 
weight caused the car to tilt to the side. He cleared his throat and 
said, "It looks like they tied ropes around the trailer doors to keep 
anyone from getting out. They clearly wanted to kill anyone that 
was inside."

Cliff jumped up and shouted down the road, "You bastards! I'll 
hunt you down and kill you!"

Glen put a hand on Cliff's shoulder saying, "Calm down. If you 
had been here, they'd all be dead."

Sandra and Wanda looked at each other. With her eyes flashing 
fire, Wanda said, "If I ever see one of them, they'll be dead."

The Sheriff groaned and said, "Look, at least don't do it where 
there are witnesses."

Glen looked at the Sheriff in surprise. That was the last thing that 
he had expected to hear. The Sheriff noted the look on Glen's face 
said, "Hell, man. They tried to kill me. That idiot Anderson joined 
them and he was the one that swapped my insulin. Do you think 
I'm going to worry too much about what happens to them?"

Glen thought about and answered, "No, I guess not. They are an 
evil bunch."

They were quiet for a long time, doing nothing but watching the 
firemen keep the forest from burning down. The roof of the mobile 
home collapsed into it with a suddenness that surprised everyone. 
Resigned with the current state of affairs, Cliff turned to the Sheriff 
and stated, "I guess I'll need the info for my insurance agent."

The Sheriff laughed and pointed to one of the men hosing down a 
tree. He said, "Not much need, he's your insurance agent, isn't he?"

Cliff looked carefully and said, "Yes, he is."

The Sheriff nodded, "Of course, he is. He's the only one around 
here. He'll be putting in the paperwork for you in the morning. 
Don't worry about that."

Cliff was silent again. As a van rumbled down the street, the 
Sheriff swore, "Damn, here's the television crew."

Everyone looked in the direction the Sheriff was watching. A news 
van was threading its way around the parked cars. The reporter and 
the cameraman exited the van and walked over to the Sheriff. The 
Sheriff whispered to the Metchettes, "Keep your temper under 
control. Play victim in front of the camera."

Glen smiled at the smart advice and motioned for CJ to come stand 
by him as he edged away from the scene. The Metchettes stood up 
to meet the reporter. Standing in front of the camera, the reporter 
gave his standard introductory spiel.  He went up to the Sheriff and 
asked, "What happened here?"

The Sheriff hitched up his pants and answered, "Well, it looks like 
we've had an attempted murder here."

The reporter nearly dropped his microphone in surprise. He took a 
second to recover and asked, "Any suspects?"

The Sheriff nodded and answered, "Yes We suspect the members 
of the so-called Last True Church of Jesus Christ. This group is led 
by the most despicable man to ever call himself Reverend.  His 
name is Jonathan Corwin and he is wanted in conjunction with 
several major crimes in this area."

The reporter now was getting into the interview. He asked, "Who 
were the intended the victims?"

"The Metchettes here. You may recall about a year ago some kids 
were kidnapped by the sociopath, Amos Orvin. He tried several 
times to kill them. Well, these same kids are the intended victims 
of this cult."

The reporter turned the microphone over to Cliff and the twins. He 
asked, "Why are they after you?"

Cliff, rose to the occasion, and answered, "I wrote a nice editorial 
about how God is a loving deity. I said that he smiles upon people 
who love each other. He doesn't care what people look like, we are 
all made in his image. That God looks at men and women to see 
what is in their heart. If there is love, then they are lovely in his 
eyes. If there is hate, then he sees ugliness."

The reporter stated, "That seems reasonable. Why is this church 
group after you?"

Cliff answered with a sigh. "It appears that some people don't like 
the idea of a loving God. They want one that is just waiting for us 
to sin so that he cast us into hell. My words were viewed as 
blasphemy by them and because I wrote them in a public forum, 
then I must be a servant of Satan."

The reporter asked, "So you believe in God?"

Cliff was quiet for a moment before answering. He finally said, 
"When Amos Orvin raped me, I prayed to God for salvation from 
that madman. He answered that prayer, not once, not twice, but 
three times. Yes, I believe in God. I pray every night for the safety 
of my family, my friends, and my community."

 The reporter asked, "Do you hate the people that did this to you?"

"No, I don't hate them. I pity them for their warped world view. I 
fear them because I know they will kill me and kill me in the most 
painful way possible," Cliff paused for a second and then added, 
"Fear is to mild of a word. I'm terrified of them. They are sick 
individuals and are willing to do sick things."

The reporter turned to the twins. He asked, "You lovely ladies are 
the sisters of Cliff?"

Wanda answered, "Yes…"

Sandra answered, "we are."

The way the twins finished each others sentences threw the news 
reporter off for a second. He asked, "What do you think of the 
people that set the fire?"

"We are .."

"afraid of them. They're…"

"animals. Not animals …"

"monsters. They're …"

"monsters."

The reporter was trying to keep the microphone moving fast 
enough to keep up with the sudden switches in speaker. Unable to 
keep up with them, the reporter turned back to the Sheriff. He 
asked, "What proof do you have that it was actually an attempted 
murder?"

The Sheriff was rather surprised to find himself back in the 
spotlight. He answered, "Someone had tied ropes around the 
mobile home to keep anyone inside from getting out. We know this 
because we found the rope burning with part of it tied to the door 
handles."

The reporter asked, "Why are you tell us this?"

"Because I want them caught. After we leave here, I'll be happy to 
give you photographs to show along with this story."

The reporter looked excited. This was the kind of story that could 
go national. He asked a few more questions and interviewed a few 
of the firemen. Finally, he noticed Glen and went to Glen. He 
asked, "What is your role in this matter?"

Glen answered, "I saved the Metchettes from Amos Orvin. I shall 
save them from the cultists that are trying to kill them now."

The reporter asked the best question of the evening, "Do you have 
anything you would like to tell the cultists?"

Glen looked at the camera with a direct stare. His voice was calm 
and clear as he stated, "Reverend Jonathan Corwin, you came after 
the wrong ones tonight. You should have come after me. They fear 
you, I don't."

The reporter looked at Glen and said, "Aren't you afraid that they'll 
burn you out next?"

Glen laughed and said, "Those cowards? No, they prefer to go after 
people that can't protect themselves. They prey on the weak and 
innocent. Those young kids over there trust people and see the 
good in everyone. They still believe that world peace is possible. I 
don't. I've been around a little longer and I recognize evil when I 
see it. When I look at the cultists, I see evil. They are cowards and 
won't approach anyone that sees them for what they are."

The reporter stated, "That's a challenge if I've ever heard one."

"No, it's a true assessment of them."

The reporter thanked everyone for their comments and raced to the 
van. Excited, he wanted to get this to the station as quickly as 
possible to forward copies of the story to the parent company in 
Pittsburgh. Tomorrow there would be press from all over the 
country here, but he would get credit for the story.

Cliff turned to the Sheriff and asked, "Sheriff, could you please 
take CJ home for me. I don't want any pictures of the two of us 
together."

Understanding the request as a way of protecting CJ, Dale looked 
at Cliff with pride as he nodded. He said, "I'm going now anyway. 
I've got to get the pictures ready for the news teams. We are going 
to put so much pressure on those bastards that they won't be able 
stay still for more than five minutes."

Cliff smiled and said, "Great."

Glen took the Metchettes to his home. When they entered the 
house, Cliff said, "I'll sleep on the couch."

Glen nodded and took the twins to his bedroom. The twins stopped 
on entering the room and looked at each other. As one, they 
stripped naked and stood facing Glen. Wanda commanded, "Get 
undressed."

Sandra added, "Quickly."

Glen started to undo his shirt. His actions were too slow, so Sandra 
stepped up and ripped his shirt off his body. While she did that, 
Wanda undid the belt. In seconds, she was pulling his pants down 
around his knees. He was already erect, although it wasn't as hard 
as it had been in the past.

Sandra pushed him back against the bed and he went down on the 
bed with a major thud. The twins didn't even slow down as Wanda 
climbed up and lowered her cunt to his lips. She didn't say 
anything as she started rubbing her cunt across his lips. Finally, she 
shouted, "Eat me, damn it."

As Glen started licking, her actions became even more frantic. 
While Glen's attention had been on Wanda, Sandra had been 
positioning herself over his cock. She lowered herself onto him in 
one smooth movement. She felt his flesh brush against the hair 
around her cunt and started fucking him with an intensity that was 
born of fear. Both women were marking him as theirs, attempting 
to seal his affections to help motivate him to protect them. This 
was not a conscious motivation, it was primal and instinctive that 
had its origins in biology. 

Glen needed the emotional outlet just as much as they. His hips 
rose to meet her violence with a violence of his own while his 
tongue went to work on Wanda. He thrust his tongue into her with 
as much energy as she wanted. Actually, it was with as much force 
as she needed.  Their fevered coupling resulted in a large orgasm 
for Sandra. She moved off his cock. As soon as the cock was free, 
Wanda moved down and took her place. Sandra replaced Wanda 
on Glen's face. Her motions were just as fevered as Sandra's. 

When Wanda came, she screamed out her release. When she 
climbed off his cock, Sandra moved back down to it for her turn. 
Glen rolled her over so that he was now above her. Buttocks 
straining and back tense, he began to pound into her. His motions 
were frantic, seeking release of his inner most feelings. He wanted 
so show the strength and fury of his masculine need for them. He 
roared as he thrust. Sweat dripped from his nose as his body tried 
to rid itself of the heat that he was generating. Sandra screamed as 
orgasm after orgasm washed through her. Her body was soaked 
with sweat, the sheet under her was wet with her feminine juices. 

When Sandra stopped being responsive, he moved to Wanda. 
Wanda was waiting for him with her legs spread. Her cunt wet 
from her earlier orgasm now seeped her juices continuously. He 
entered her in one smooth thrust. In response, she wrapped her legs 
around his hips, trying to pull him deeper into her. He started 
humping her.

He resumed the frantic pace he had taken with her sister. The 
strokes were long and hard, his cock nearly leaving the tight 
confines of her cunt. He would then slam forward with enough 
force to rock the bed. Wanda grunted with each thrust while Glen 
roared out his passion. Their bodies had become mere expressions 
of the animal nature that was so often buried. Given free reign, 
their minds floated on a sea of emotion and raw lust.

Wanda entered into a state of continual orgasm. She screamed 
almost continually. Even the best of things could become too much 
and she was nearing that point where she felt that another orgasm 
would kill her. 

Glen finally reached the point of no return. He grunted and 
groaned as his balls drew up tight to his body in preparation of 
launching his come. Face twisted as though in pain, the orgasm 
built from his toes and moved upward. He arched his back, driving 
his cock into her as deep as was possible. At the moment of his 
release, he shouted, "I love you!"

He continued to move until his orgasm died and further thrusts had 
become painful. He pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed. The 
twins wrapped themselves around him, satisfied that he loved 
them. Sated in his demonstration of it, they fell asleep. The twins 
felt safe and protected while he felt strong and protective.
