JC: Ed Biggers
Part 3: Accretion
Chapter 7
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Ed woke up on the floor of the playroom with Beth, Kelly, and 
Ling. Beth was spooned against him while Kelly and Ling were 
sleeping together. The hand moving on his cock suggested that 
Beth was not asleep. He moaned as his cock erected under her 
gentle administrations. 

As a result his moans, she knew that she was having a real effect 
on Ed. Beth increased the pressure of her grip on his cock. He 
shifted giving her easier access to it. The noise woke Kelly. 
Pouting, she came over and said, "No fair! You had him last 
night."

Beth giggled and said, "So did you!"

"Oh, yeah. I forgot."

The conversation didn't stop Beth from slowly jacking Ed off. 
Kelly lay down in front of Ed and sucked the tip of his cock into 
her mouth. After just a moment of that, she moved down and 
sucked one of his balls in her mouth. Ed lifted a leg giving her 
easier access to his balls. The duel sensations were bringing him 
quickly to climax.

Before he could come, Ling lay down on the floor in front of him 
and slipped her mouth over the head of his cock. Having three 
women share his cock at one time was almost beyond belief. He 
knew that he was large, but it didn't seem possible that there was 
enough room for a hand on the shaft, a mouth on the head, and a 
mouth sucking his ball. As his balls pulled up tight to his body, the 
one in Kelly's mouth popped loose. That was too much for Ed. He 
shot his load of come into the mouth of Ling with a loud animal 
grunt of pleasure.

An hour later, a very exhausted Ed limped out of the playroom 
with a rubber still hanging from his cock. Looking down, he saw it 
and wondered when they had put it on him. Only a couple of more 
weeks and then Beth would be trying to get pregnant. He went into 
the bathroom of his bedroom and threw the used rubber into the 
toilet. Flushing it, he watched the rubber get swallowed into 
oblivion. 

He took a long hot shower to rinse off the fluids of sex and to relax 
muscles over used. Ever since John had gone to the funeral of his 
former landlord, Mrs. South, he had been trying to satisfy three 
women. As he lathered himself, taking care not to further irritate 
his raw cock, he realized that they needed another husband. Kelly 
had been correct back when they were dating, it was important to 
have a balance in gender in a group marriage.

After his shower, he sat down in his comfort chair to consider 
recent events and tried to make sense of what was happening 
around him. Things had been strange in the house since the day 
that John left for the funeral. That morning had started normally, 
but then the wives met with other women in town and started 
drinking to the point where they were sick. Last night and this 
morning was the first time they had spent much time with him, but 
almost all of that time had been spent having sex. Ed was not the 
kind of guy that would complain about having three beautiful 
women making love to him, if such a guy possibly existed. 
However, three times last night and three times this morning was 
tough on a man his age. He had left the playroom no wiser as to 
what had been bothering the wives.

Since the day they had gotten drunk, the wives had been secretive 
and had successfully avoided all his attempts to find out what was 
the matter. In response to direct questions, they had told him that it 
was not something for him to worry about and that they would 
solve the problem. There was a ring of truth to their words, so he 
had relented.

The exercise of the night and morning had drained his energy 
reserves. His stomach growled, proclaiming his hunger. He dressed 
and went to the dining room to get something to eat. Expecting 
him, Marguerite set a pair of fried eggs, bacon, and toast in front of 
him along with a cup of coffee. He looked at the meal and, with a 
smile on his face, said, "You could have arranged this in the shape 
of a face."

Marguerite, with a sly smile, retorted, "I only go to such extremes 
for people that notice."

Laughing at her, Ed said, "You only do that for people you like!"

"Or at least people that are likable," said Marguerite as she ruffled 
his hair. 

He watched as she returned to the kitchen; she was laughing and 
dancing as she walked. The fact that she was dancing into the 
kitchen was a little odd, since she usually only did that when she 
was preparing a major meal. The wives were at work that 
afternoon and evening, so he, Ling, and the staff would be the only 
ones around the house. 

Eating his breakfast, he wondered what man he knew could be a 
candidate for marriage. There weren't very many people who 
already lived according to the rules of the house, even though the 
character of the town had changed with the arrival of John. People 
had learned how to love, but few of them worked actively for the 
greater good of the community. He knew that would come in time, 
but they would need a husband soon. 

The only person that really came to mind was Robert White 
Feather. Everyone in the family respected and liked him. He had a 
sense of higher duty and applied that in everything that he did. The 
more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of including 
Robert White Feather. He would mention the idea to John and see 
what John had to say.

Finished eating, he was about to carry his plates into the kitchen 
when Bob came into the room from the kitchen. Marguerite and 
Bob spent a lot of time together and Ed wondered when they 
would just admit to each other that they loved one another. Bob 
stopped and said, "You really made Marguerite happy by entering 
her in that competition."

"It is her passion. She has a right to pursue it," replied Ed. A look 
of disappointment crossed Bob's face at the idea that Ed had done 
it for reasons that had nothing to do with Marguerite herself. Ed 
winked and said, "Besides, it was great watching her work her 
kitchen magic on a crowd of people. She is the best."

Realizing this was how the two treated each other, Bob said, 
"Neither one of you can admit you like each other."

Ed replied, "I'm not the only one that has that problem."

Not understanding what Ed had implied, Bob shook his head and 
carried the plates into the kitchen. With nothing left to do, Ed went 
into the family room to watch the news. He turned it on in time to 
hear a public service announcement that was John's eulogy for 
Mrs. South. Shaking his head, Ed was so proud of the sentiments 
that John had expressed. Every time he watched it, it brought a tear 
to his eyes.

Flipping the channel to the news, Ed listened as a high profile 
arrest was made by the IRS in New York. An agent was being 
arrested for blackmail, having used his position to get individuals 
that owed taxes to pay him off to bury their case files. He had 
received well over a million dollars over the past five years. It was 
another example of one criminal making a living off another, but 
John and he considered the misuse of a public servant position for 
personal financial gain to be a form a treason. He was rather 
surprised when he was given credit for having broken the case. 

The telephone rang and Ed went over to answer it. Picking it up, 
Cathy said, "There's a Deana Ahlberg on the telephone."

Smiling at the timing of the call and the news story, Ed said, 
"Thanks, I'll take it here."

Cathy put the call through and Ed said, "Hello, Deana. What's up 
that isn't on the news?"

The sound of her laughter came over the phone as she answered, 
"That was a nice catch in New York. We're going to prosecute the 
guy to the full extent of the law. I think it is time that we present a 
picture of the IRS that moderates it treatment of the public at 
large."

"Sounds good to me," answered Ed. One of the problems with 
being associated with the IRS was that agents had a very bad 
public image. Here in Phoenix where they had been addressing 
errors as human failings, the general publication relations had 
improved. More than one news story on television had talked about 
the courteous treatment received at the office. 

She added, "We are about to make some additional arrests of 
individuals that really lied on their tax forms. I hope you don't 
mind if we give credit to the primary investigating agent."

"I don't mind at all. In fact, I'm glad you are doing it. They did the 
work and they deserve the credit," answered Ed. He wasn't 
concerned about credit for having done his duty to the Two-Sided 
One. When you knew the truth, it didn't matter what others knew 
or thought. 

She laughed at the idea that the agents had done all of the work. He 
had cleared the desks of two hundred agents in two weeks. The 
backlog of cases had been significantly reduced. She said, "Okay. 
I'll let you get back to what you were doing."

After hanging up, Ed sat back in the chair. There had been 
something bothering him for several days and he couldn't put his 
finger on it. He knew it was something quite big and related to his 
service, but had no clue as to the nature of the problem. 
Knowledge of what he was to do would have to wait until the 
circumstances were right for him to learn of it.

His thoughts were disturbed when Cathy came into the living room 
and cleared her throat. Once she knew she had his attention, she 
said, "Your presence is requested in the library at your earliest 
convenience."

"Do we have a problem?" he asked realizing that it wasn't an 
emergency, but was concerned by the unusual summons. 
Normally, family business was conducted in the library and a 
summons meant that something important had happened. He 
wondered if this was connected to the strange behavior of his 
wives. Perhaps they were ready to explain what had been bothering 
him.

Although she had a clue as to what was going on, she didn't 
understand all of it. Rather than speculate, Cathy answered, "I'm 
not sure how to describe it."

Perplexed by her answer, Ed turned off the television and went to 
the library. Ling, arms folded across her chest and legs slightly 
spread, was waiting for him outside the library. Greeting him with 
a stolid expression, she said, "Go on in."

Turning to keep an eye on Ling, he sidled into the library trying to 
decide why she seemed so distant. She moved to block the door, 
effectively preventing him from leaving without having to deal 
with her. Turning to view the rest of the room, Ed was amazed to 
find nearly every woman in town with whom he frequently talked. 

More than a dozen women were seated around the conference 
table. Kelly and Beth were sitting at the last seats along the 
conference table, leaving a spot for him at the head of the table. 
Uneasy, Ed edged towards the head of the table as he said, "Hello, 
ladies. It's nice to see all of you."

With a wry smile, Kelly said, "Have a seat Ed."

Moving slowly, trying to get an indication of what was going on 
from the faces in the room, Ed reached the chair and sat down. 
None of the women would meet his eyes, each would look down at 
the table when he looked at her. Wondering if he had done 
something wrong, Ed asked, "What's up?"

There was a long moment of silence before Kelly answered, "A lot 
of people are upset with us."

This came as a major surprise to Ed. He had no idea what they 
could have done that would anger anyone. Curious, puzzled, and 
confused, Ed said, "Huh?"

The look on his face caused most of the women in the room to 
giggle. It was clear that Ed had no idea what was going on around 
him or the effect that he had on people. Kelly said, "The problem 
started when we married Ling."

He couldn't figure out what they had done by marrying Ling, other 
than the fact that they didn't have a huge public ceremony. Of 
course, that had been at her insistence and no one had mentioned 
anything that suggested that this had upset them. No one had 
hinted that adding another person to the marriage was even an 
issue. Having decided that his first response was still appropriate, 
Ed repeated it. "Huh?"

Displaying irritation that her husband was being strung along like 
this, Ling said, "Would someone please explain this to him?"

The whole room was silent as the women looked at each other, 
waiting for someone to say something. Finally, Ed looked up at 
Ling and asked, "Ling, what's going on?"

"I will be blunt about it if no one else volunteers to tell him," said 
Ling. She looked around the room at all of the women. Most of 
them were blushing or squirming nervously. Giving up, she looked 
at Ed and said, "All these women want to fuck you."

Although her words had the ring of truth, the idea was so ludicrous 
to Ed that he burst out laughing so hard that he thought he was 
going to hurt himself. It took him almost two minutes to regain any 
control. Wiping tears from his eyes, he looked up to see everyone 
looking at him with hurt expressions on their faces. He apologized, 
"I'm sorry. The idea that you ladies would want to sleep with me is 
funny. So what is really the problem?"

Beth finally said, "Ed, they are serious. It's not a joke."

Her voice was sweet with the sound of truth and the implications 
stunned him. Mouth open, he looked from one woman to the next 
realizing that she wanted to make love with him. Almost all of 
them were married or in a committed relationship. Shirley had her 
group marriage, Rosa and Maria were married to Carlos, and Linda 
was engaged to Robert. There were a number of other women that 
were married to the men that had protested the marriage. The only 
unattached woman was Maria from the restaurant. Numb, Ed 
asked, "How does this involve Ling?"

Shirley said, "Until you guys married Ling, we assumed that you 
and John were off limits. Then we discovered that you were a little 
more accessible than we thought."

Somewhat more direct, Rosa asked, "We've been sending you 
signals for months, but you just ignored them. How come you 
never propositioned any of us?"

"Let me get this straight. You are talking about the Ed Biggers that 
you've known all of your lives, right?" asked Ed. 

"This is not going like I thought it would." Kelly muttered to 
herself in a voice that was just loud enough for Ed to hear. 

Exasperated, Linda said, "We are talking about the Ed Biggers that 
kept my late husband from looking like a fool the day he died. The 
Ed Biggers that saved my son from a lifetime in jail for murder. 
The guy that respects us, treats us like real human beings, and 
appreciates the differences that we make in his life. That is the Ed 
Biggers we are talking about and the one that is in this room."

Confused by the talk of her son having to go to jail for life, Kelly 
said, "Your son wouldn't have gone to prison for carrying a starter 
pistol into a bar."

Shirley, uncomfortable, looked away as Linda replied, "It was a 
real gun and he went into the bar fully intending to kill Ed. Ed 
cooked up the idea that it was a starter pistol. Shirley and the 
Sheriff went along with it."

Narrowing her eyes, Kelly stared at Ed. She was more than a little 
upset at the revelation. Beth had not even been aware of the 
episode as she had been ill at the time. Shirley tried to look small. 
The effect on the other women was electric. All of them looked at 
Ed with awe as most of them had seen him immediately after the 
event. He had walked down the street treating it like some kind of 
prank and had never let it be known how serious the situation had 
really been. Even more significantly, he had never let anyone know 
what he had done for the boy.

Acting as though what he had done was a very little thing, Ed 
answered, "He was young and we had kept information from him 
that he should have known. I took my share of the responsibility 
for his actions."

Maria, wife of Rosa and long time neighbor, stated her position in 
a clear distinct manner, "I would have slept with you that night if I 
had known."

Maria, owner of Maria's Restaurant, said, "I was there the night 
that Harry died and I still don't know the truth of what happened."

Having his past exploits the subject of conversation made Ed 
uncomfortable. He always had an impression that people viewed 
him as something greater than what he was because he had been in 
the wrong place at the right time. Interrupting, Ed asked, "Can I 
please leave the room?"

The question caused Beth to crack up laughing as it was so 
characteristic of Ed and John to flee when their actions became the 
subject of conversation. At the first sign of praise, they would look 
for any excuse to leave the room. Amidst chuckles, she said, "No. 
You have to stay here and listen to this."

"Why?"

Answering with her typical directness, Ling said, "You need to 
know why they want you."

Uncomfortable at being the center of attention, Ed was willing to 
do anything to get out of there. He said, "I have a great idea, I'll do 
whatever my wives think is appropriate. Can I go now?"

"No," replied Ling, her voice flat.

Looking over at Ling to gauge his chances of slipping around her, 
Ed saw there was no way that she was going to let him get through 
that door. Surrendering to the inevitable, Ed said, "Okay."

Knowing that she had everyone's attention, Linda said, "I talked to 
the Sheriff about what happened that night. Harry was so drunk 
that he was throwing up in a trashcan. Ed had carried him out there 
so that he wouldn't throw up in front of his date. The Sheriff said 
that when he arrived on the scene, Ed was helping Harry. Harry 
was actually thanking Ed for helping him."

All eyes turned to Ed. He made a weak little gesture of protest. 
Their reactions made it clear that they didn't believe his protest.

"Ed asked the Sheriff to call an ambulance and the two of them 
took care of Harry until the ambulance showed up. I won't give all 
of the graphic details, but Ed really did try to help Harry. Harry 
died on the way to the hospital because of a bleeding ulcer. They 
never said anything about him throwing up or …" She stopped 
talking in order to maintain a little dignity for her late husband. It 
was one thing for a man to throw up, but quite another for a grown 
man to shit his britches. She had seen the coroner's report and 
knew exactly the shape that her husband had been in when he 
arrived at the hospital.

There was a long moment of silence and then Rosa said, "Ed saved 
my life one day. I was in Phoenix when a man from my past 
stopped me. Ed stopped him from cutting me with a knife. He also 
introduced me to my wife and husband."

Eyes narrowed once again, Kelly turned to examine Ed. With a 
definite chill in her voice, she said, "Exactly when did this knife 
incident happen?"

Waving his hand in a go away gesture, Ed answered, "It was a long 
time ago and it wasn't that serious."

"He brought Rosa and I together without being obvious about what 
he suspected. It was the best thing that anyone has ever done for 
me. My husband is such a happier man. I'm a happier woman. Ed 
risked a lot to do that, and at a time he was particularly 
vulnerable," said Maria as she held the hand of Rosa with great 
affection. 

Juanita Ortega, a shy young woman, meekly raised her hand as 
though to get permission to speak. Touched by the woman's 
shyness, Beth said, "Please, Juanita. Do you have something you 
want to say?"

Head down so that she was talking to the table, Juanita said, "No 
one has been helped more than me by Professor Biggers."

The fact that she had started by using his honorific salutation was 
the greatest means of showing respect to someone. Ed was 
overwhelmed by all of the signs of respect that she showed him. 
Not meeting his eyes, using the honorific salutation, and talking 
softly was how young women conveyed respect within the 
Hispanic community. Ed listened as she said, "My parents forbade 
me from marrying Joe because he was so poor. Joe and his father 
were fighting over the business. If we had married then, we would 
have no family. My parents would have disowned me and Joe 
would have had to leave home which would destroy his father's 
business."

It was a strain to hear Juanita speak. Holding her head low and 
speaking barely above a whisper made it necessary for everyone to 
be quiet. She continued, "When Ed saved their business, Joe was 
no longer seen as worthless by my parents. Manuel and Joe work 
together as a family should. We could get married with everyone's 
blessing."

There is nothing more important in the Hispanic community than 
family. It was okay to fight and bicker, but to become outcast was 
a horrible fate. Ed had really done a lot to mend two families and 
everyone in the room recognized that significance of what he had 
done. Maria said, "Oh that is so sweet."

Juanita looked up and said, "That's not all. He and John have 
taught all of the men of our town how to love a woman and to 
cherish her. My life with Joe is even better than I ever dreamed. 
We do things for each other that I would never have dreamed could 
happen in a happy marriage."

At that, all of the women in the room broke into a wide smile. 
They knew exactly what Juanita meant. Life in their town had 
changed a lot for women. The men in town had come to view their 
wives as partners and equals who were to be consulted. The 
women had stopped being nags, trying to mold their men into some 
idealized image. Every married woman in the room said, "That's 
the truth."

Looking over at Ed, Juanita said, "My mother-in-law wanted to 
come over today, but felt that she was too old to be of interest to 
Ed. The same for my mother."

Slumping back in his chair, Ed stared at Juanita trying to imagine 
what kind of conversation had occurred in her home. He didn't 
really know her mother, having met her once at the wedding. In a 
very quiet voice, Ed said, "You may tell them that one is never too 
old to love and be loved."

The statement brought total silence to the room as each woman 
looked at the others. Nothing that he could possibly have said 
could affect them more than that. He had just freed them from the 
foul specter of growing old that haunts many women young, 
middle aged, and elderly. Even Beth was affected and said, "Ed, do 
you even know what it means to a woman to hear that?"

"I just stated a truth," answered Ed. As he looked over the room, he 
was amazed at the looks the women were giving him. The only 
word he could find to describe it was adoration. He wondered how 
he had managed to invoke such an emotion in women. It was 
unnerving and he wanted to flee. Licking his lips, he said, "If you 
will excuse me a minute, I will be back."

Watching him from the door, Ling nodded and stepped aside 
knowing that he would leave. Ed stood and left the room with quiet 
steady strides, moving slow enough that it didn't look like he was 
fleeing. Outside, he slumped against the wall and shook his head 
wondering if they actually saw him or some image of him that was 
colored by the simple things he did. 

After a few minutes, Ling stepped out of the library and knelt by 
him. In a very soft voice, she said, "They love you for the man 
you've become. You love them. I know that because you have 
helped each women in that room become the best person that she 
can be."

"I never expected anything back," replied Ed troubled by what was 
being offered him.

Rubbing his hair, she said, "They don't know how to love you 
back."

"They have given me their friendship, is that not enough of a gift 
for any man to receive from anyone?" asked Ed. How many hours 
had he sat at the bar talking with Shirley just for the pleasure of her 
company? Many hours had been spent with her doing nothing but 
sharing friendship. The same was true for the two Marias and 
Rosa. Every woman in the library was a friend and he had done 
nothing more than help friends find a life that was more in tune 
with their desires. Sure he loved them, but loving isn't a sexual 
thing. 

"Their need to love you back is very strong. Everyone in this 
family knows that love is expressed by helping another to become 
the best that they can be. How can these women show you their 
love if none can help you become a better person?" asked Ling. 
She knew that he valued friendship much more than sex.

Sitting on the floor, Ed wished that John was here so that he could 
discuss the matter with him. One evening watching the sunset and 
the stars turn overhead would allow the two men to resolve these 
issues. The fact was, John wasn't here and he couldn't turn to him 
to resolve this.

There was only one answer possible. If it harm none, then do it. 
Seven little words on which he based all his behavior. Simple 
words about actions and consequences that dictated what one was 
allowed to do rather than what one couldn't do. Who would be 
harmed? The husbands of the women would be harmed unless they 
had agreed. His wives had arranged this, so he knew where they 
stood.

He could hear the women in the library talking, but couldn't make 
out the words. Their sentences sounded clipped, shortened as if 
saying too much would make them even more vulnerable. There 
was an undercurrent of fear of rejection in their voices. The tension 
and worry that the sound conveyed suggested a need to be very 
careful.

Ed stood and returned to the library where he took his seat. 
Looking around the room, he could see nervousness written across 
the women's faces. Licking his lips, Ed said, "To say that I am 
overwhelmed by your offer would be an understatement. I love and 
care for each of you around this table. You can not imagine how 
touched I am that you love and care for me as well. However, I can 
only do as you ask if I know that none will be harmed by it. I need 
to know that your husbands know and approve of this."

When he had started talking, the women had held their breaths. By 
the time he ended, they all released their breaths in one sigh of 
relief. Every woman in here had discussed this with their partners. 
By their behavior, he knew the answer. 

Kelly said, "That was already taken care of before they came here."

Seeing the smiles in the room, Ed could help but smile himself. He 
said, "I can see that."

An uneasy quiet settled on the room as everyone wondered what 
should happen next. Ed gave voice to the uncertainty when he 
asked, "What now?"

Animated at the idea that this was something she was comfortable 
doing, Beth leaned forward and said, "Well, now we have to 
arrange how to go about doing this. I suggest that we arrange a 
time for each woman to come over."

Ed listened to the discussion that followed. It was amazing how 
business-like the women were about scheduling his time. They 
discussed what to do in case one of them couldn't make it to the 
scheduled appointment. After a while, he just phased out of the 
conversation and looked at the books along the wall. 

The conversation came to an end and Ed listened to the resolution 
in amazement. For fifteen weeks he would entertain a visitor from 
town. She would to spend a Wednesday evening with him, 
returning home at midnight. Cathy would reschedule the 
arrangements for situations in which Ed or the woman was 
unavailable that particular night. 

Now that the meeting was over, Beth said, "I'm happy to announce 
that lunch is being served in the dining room. Let us adjourn to 
there now."

The women stood and headed towards the dining room. Ed 
remained behind sitting in his chair being watched by Ling. There 
was a look of concern on her face as she wondered how he felt 
about this whole situation. 

The announcement had explained Marguerite's behavior this 
morning. She had been busy preparing a grand meal. Considering 
the topic of conversation, Ed wondered what the theme would be. 
As an idea flashed through his mind, he started chuckling. 

Puzzled, Ling asked, "What's so funny?"

Still chuckling, Ed answered, "I was just thinking of Marguerite 
and what kind of theme she would put together for lunch. I had this 
vision of meals arranged in the form of cocks and wide open 
pussies."

The image struck Ling as very funny and she burst out laughing 
turning her oriental complexion a bright red. She said, "I don't 
think she'd dare do that."

A sudden thought occurred to Ed that this was something that 
Marguerite would do. The look on his face was suddenly mirrored 
by Ling as they both raced out of the library. They reached the 
dining room in time to see that Marguerite had served a simple 
salad without any extra fancy arrangements. While Ling giggled, 
Ed breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived as Marguerite 
whispered in his ear, "Wait until desert!"

There wasn't any of the earlier tension in the room as the women 
talked while they ate. Occasionally, Ed would catch a woman 
watching him out of the corner of her eye. His imagination could 
only identify a one reason why they were looking at him like that. 
Now that they knew they would be making love to him, he was 
sure they were wondering if he was any good in bed. His wives 
often said that both men were different in bed, but neither one was 
better than the other. It was like the difference between a chocolate 
milkshake and a strawberry milkshake. Some days one was in the 
mood for one rather than the other.

Thinking about that reminded him that John was probably going to 
get the same treatment. Looking around the table, Ed said, "Ladies, 
I don't know about what your plans are for John. However, I 
suggest that you do something a little different for him than you 
did for me."

All of the individual conversations around the table stopped and 
silence held over the room. Raising an eyebrow, Kelly asked, 
"What would you suggest?"

Thinking about it, Ed said, "You might organize it so that it doesn't 
start with everyone staring at him. Maybe start with the food, then 
the stories, and then what it is that you want."

His suggestion sparked considerable debate among the women 
present. He didn't listen to most of it, choosing to concentrate on 
enjoying his food. As he ate, he focused on his plans for the next 
few weeks. There were so many things that he wanted to do and so 
little time. Something big was about to happen and he had no clue 
what it might be.

When it was time for desert, Ed watched the door of the kitchen 
wondering what Marguerite had in mind. The look on his face 
when he saw her come out of the kitchen carrying chocolate 
covered bananas caused every woman in the room to laugh. With a 
smile in his direction, she said, "Somehow, this reminded me of 
you."

In a very dry voice, Ed replied, "Really? You could have gotten 
bigger bananas."

This sparked another round of laughter. The women found eating 
their desert considerable fun as each woman tried to get Ed to 
blush by what she was doing with the banana. For Ed, this had 
been the most embarrassing aspect of the entire morning. 



