Until Death – Director’s Cut
Otalia/Natalia & Frank
is an extra ‘ending’ to Until Death that Jaina at
Incandescent Fire suggested on a lark. I figured, ehh why not?
I’m suicidal this week! You don’t need to read that story
to follow this one though. Just be sure to read Summary II to
bring you ‘up to speed’ on this one-shot tale…
Natalia married Frank and continued to work for Olivia, but
desire eventually won out. Frank finds out about their
six-year affair and comes to Olivia’s suite for answers…
and craziness ensues…
Ahead: Guiding Light is a product of Proctor & Gamble
(like Mr. Clean, Duracell and Old Spice), and appears on CBS
at the time of writing this. The characters are the creative
property of the show and its producers – I'm just borrowing
them for my amusement, and hopefully for those few souls who
Until Death – Director’s Cut
"Storming my home? Threatening my friends and family
with a gun? Frank, what are you doing here?" Olivia asks
There’s a sincerity and concern in her voice that catches
me off guard as the three of us stand alone in her living
room. I’m just grateful Doris took the gun and got Francesca
and Emma out of here.
"I don't know," I answer. "I really don't
know. I just…I want answers! I need answers!"
"You haven't asked a question yet," Natalia says.
"What's the point?" I say, the defeat evident in
my voice. And really, what is the point? I can't trust either
one of them since they've been carrying on behind my back for…
"How long has this affair gone on?" I ask.
Natalia's head is down. She can't face me.
"A long time," Olivia says and then clears her
"When?" I ask. "Last month? Last year?"
"Not long after Francesca was born," Olivia
replies. That response makes Natalia's head shoot up. She
looks at Olivia with disapproval. "What?" she asks
my wife. "He wants the truth and it's time he got
For once, I agree with Olivia.
"Is it true?" I ask my wife. "Six years?
She only nods, but then she looks at Olivia and adds,
"We didn't want to hurt you."
"Look at me!" I order her, which forces her eyes
her way. "Don't look to her. I want YOU to talk to ME. At
least have the decency to look me in the eye as you explain
"What else do you want to know, Frank?" she asks
defiantly. Her nostrils flair; she's mad. Good.
"When. I want to know when this started!"
"The February after Chessie was born, okay?!"
I do the math in my head. "You slept with her after
having Chessie, but before you slept with me again?"
I watch her shrug her shoulders. "Maybe – I don't
remember when you and I had sex again."
"I do. You kept putting me off because of the 'baby'
so we didn't have sex until almost Easter that year. I
remember because it was the night we went to Pops to plan
"Like I said, I don't remember, Frank!"
"You can't recall if you fucked her before me after
our daughter was born?"
Her jaw sets for a moment. "Yes, okay, I did. I just
can't give you a specific day."
I shake my head. I can't believe she lied to me THIS long.
Then I hear Olivia say, "It wasn't long after
Valentine's Day because I remem- It was around Valentine's…"
"What were you going to say?" I ask when she
"Nothing," she says.
"Oh, it's something alright, so out with it. Finish
"We're not gonna hurt you, Frank."
"I got news for you, Olivia, it's a little too late
for that. So go ahead, say whatever you want to say."
She charges toward me and Natalia grabs her arm, trying to
pull her back.
"Fine! I remember thinking, it was a little late, but
I got what I wanted most for Valentine's Day! I got her –
HER, Frank! The love of my entire life! The one I trained you
to impress! She felt the same way about me! So yeah, it's been
six years. Every trip we took together out of this goddamn,
judgmental town was a blessing! She wanted to leave years ago,
but I pushed her toward you because I only had a decade left,
at the most! You, on the other hand, could take care of her
for years. So I begged her to stay with you anytime she
entertained the idea of leaving you! Is that what you want to
know? Are you happy now with the truth?!"
"Nothing about this makes me happy! You have no idea
what this means! Not only am I losing my wife, I'm losing her
to a woman she's been fucking for years!" I bark out in a
"Oh please!" Olivia spouts. "Are you telling
me you had NO clue about us? Really?!"
I look away. Yeah, I had my suspicions.
"Come on, Frankie!" Olivia continues, "You
want truthfulness, right?! How about being truthful with us
"Yeah, I had doubts! People talk, but sometimes its
just talk! Besides she was still fucking me, Olivia. Did she
tell you that, huh? Did she tell you how wet she'd get?"
"Frank!" Natalia yells.
Olivia, however, smirks.
"How many nights were her eyes closed, Frankie? 'Cause
I'm bettin' she was thinkin' of me at the time."
"Enough!" Natalia yells. "Both of you, stop
"No!" Olivia says as she waves her finger
condescendingly at me. "Admit it."
"Admit what?" I yell. "I've done nothing
"Admit the real reason you looked away and didn't
acknowledge it," Olivia challenges me. "If the
affair was out in the open then that means-!"
I know what it means. I know why I didn't face the rumors.
I'd rather let the lie go on than face the emasculation of not
being 'man enough' for my wife. If I were a real man she
wouldn't have gone to a woman. People would point and stare
and say, 'That's the man that turns women gay.'
With that thought, my hands capture Olivia's face and I
pull her into a heated kiss.
I’m not sure what surprises me more – the kiss or her
reaction to it.
‘Is she…? She is. They’re kissing. Oh…my… god!
They’re actually kissing. I can’t believe it.’
A strange feeling, one I’ve never experienced before,
washes over me. It’s a mix of anger, fear, uncertainty and…arousal.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Frank this passionate;
animalistic. And Olivia… it’s compelling to actually watch
her fervor in action from a distance, rather than being a
receiver of it.
‘I have to admit…I like it.’
But I have to push that thought down. I have no idea what
he’s going to do next or why he kissed her to begin with.
When they pull away from each other to take a breath,
neither one of them can look at me, nor do they utter a word.
They stand forehead to forehead, breathing hard, as the door
begins to open. They shoot away from each other as if they
were on fire.
Doris enters the room and says, "The girls are safe
downstairs. If you want to talk, you can talk, but I should be
Olivia is playing with her lip with her fingertip and
finally looks my way and motions her head toward Doris that
was barely noticeable. But I read the signal loud and clear.
"Doris," I say walking over. "We might be
close to a solution here, and honestly, Frank has calmed
I point to them and they both nod in agreement.
"He’s breathing pretty hard," she points out.
If only Doris knew the real reason why.
"Really, it’s okay," I tell her. "We’d
like you to go since this is private."
"Are you sure?" she asks as she looks at both
Olivia and I. "I don’t want you guys in danger and the
police are on their way by now."
"You called them? You said you wouldn’t," Frank
"I didn’t – Emma did."
"Look, Doris, I sincerely apologize for ranting a few
moments ago. I was momentarily out of control, but I’m sure
that we can work this out."
Doris then looks to Olivia. "Really?" she asks.
"Frank’s fine," Olivia tells her. "Natalia’s
fine. I’m fine. Everyone is…"
"Fine?" Doris finishes.
"Yes, so could you be a friend and just stay
downstairs with the girls until we come get you? Tell the cops
it’s a false alarm."
"He threatened to shoot me," Doris replied.
"And your daughter DID shoot Alan," Olivia
reminders her. "But she’s perfectly sane, right? It was
an error in judgment."
Doris pauses a moment.
"Fine. One hour," she says. "If you need
more time, that’s fine, but I’m coming back in one hour
and Frank isn’t leaving this hotel at all until I see both
of you. Understood?"
"I don’t blame you for asking to come back,"
"It’s not a request," Doris replies. "It’s
how it’s going to be."
"You got it," Olivia says. "And thank
"Yes, we appreciate it," I tell her as I walk her
to the door.
She just nods her head to us and then leaves the room. Once
the door is closed, I take a deep breath and blow it out
"Natalia," Olivia says nervously. "About
what just happened…"
I put the chain across the door.
Doris isn’t going to walk right in and interrupt us
"Why did you do that? The kiss I mean," I say
before turning around. When I finally do face them, Olivia and
Frank aren’t sure how to answer.
"Uhh, who were you asking?" Olivia ventures, her
nervousness still present.
"Either one of you," I say.
"I reacted," Frank said. "I knew what she
was going to say – that I turn women into lesbians and I…I
just wanted to prove that wasn’t the case and…it was
juvenile and asinine and…"
Frank trails off.
"And you?" I ask Olivia. "What’s your
"I just reacted too and…I guess I was curious. You’ve
been with him for six years and I…like he said, it was
juvenile and asinine and… I’m sorry."
"I’m not," I tell her. I really did find it
pretty erotic. Frank and Olivia both look at one another and
then to me with a confused expression. "Why are you
sorry?" I ask her.
"I didn’t want to hurt you…or Frank for that
matter," she replies. "So I’m sorry if I did. Like
Frank, I-I just reacted."
I casually stroll toward them. I’ve never done anything
like this in my life. In truth, I’ve entertained the idea in
my head, but never in a million years did I think it might be
possible. I know I’m taking a big chance, but I pull Olivia
into a passionate kiss. She’s stiff at first, panicky, but I
feel her relax into the kiss. I release her, and before anyone
can utter a word of resistance or protest, I pull Frank toward
me by his tie and his lips lock with mine. Likewise, he seems
tense, but then relaxes after a few moments.
I pull away and for a long moment everyone is silent.
"Can I be totally honest with both of you?" I
They both give me an anxious nod.
"Frank, I love Olivia. She ignites a passion within me
that consumes me. She’s my best friend in the world."
He looks hurt and unsettled, but I continue and shift my focus
to Olivia. "And Olivia… I do love Frank. I love coming
home to him and seeing how happy he is to see me there. I love
the life we have with Francesca. He’s my best friend in the
world… Honestly…" I find it hard to breath. "If
I had my way…" I swallow hard. "…I want
Frank start to rub his neck – something he does when he
get extremely uneasy.
"What are you suggesting?" he asks. "You’re
her wife on business trips and mine here in Springfield,
"I want both," I say firmly, cutting him off.
"I want to be with Olivia when we go away, yes, and
Olivia," I say address her, "I want to be Frank’s
at the farmhouse like before – no, correction, better than
it’s been..." Suddenly, I can’t quite focus on either
of them. I take great interest in my shoes. "And there
are times when…I…want both...at the same time."
I can feel my cheeks go red and I hear the bashful tone in
my own voice. I can’t believe I said that out loud. When no
one says a word I begin to play with my fingernails.
‘Hold up! Wait up! Did I just hear that right?’
I look back and forth between Natalia and Frank. For the
first time since he entered my suite he’s wearing a… is
that a grin? I must have heard that right. She’s doing the
self-conscious fingernail thing.
"Sweetheart?" I ask Natalia. I use the term to
test the waters and I look to Frank briefly for his reaction.
He didn’t seem to mind it. I think he’s about as shocked
as I am right now though. "Did you just ask for a
Natalia looks like a turtle for a moment – her neck is
trying to shrink into her shoulders, as if she’s trying to
hide and has nowhere to go.
"Yes! Okay!?" she finally says. "Yes, I
I’m shocked. Frank’s shocked. And I can see Natalia
starting to retreat already.
"Look, just forget it," she says quickly with a
dismissive wave of her hand. "It was a crazy idea. I just
saw you two kissing and I…I’m being dumb I know, but…"
"I don’t think it’s dumb," Frank finally says
to her and then looks to me.
This is crazy. This is insane… Well, Frank’s not bad in
bed so… ehh… This might actually have some potential. What
am I thinking?! He’ll never go for this. Not really. And
Natalia? I can see her running off to tell Father Ray about
this one. She’ll never be able to handle it. But then again…
"Well, you know, I HAVE been with Frank," I
Natalia looks confused. "Recently?" she asks.
"Years ago," I quickly amend. "He’s got
some skills, I’ll give him that."
Sure, I can throw him a bone.
"Gee thanks," he says indignant, but then starts
to grin. "But really Natalia…you asked for a divorce,
remember? You said early that you were never mine."
"I was never Olivia’s either," Natalia replies.
The words sting me a bit.
"I’ve always been my own person since I was 16 and I
always will be. I’ll never belong to anyone. But…I couldn’t
keep lying to you Frank and I never imagined that you would…"
She waves her hands toward all three of us.
"Let you have both?" he finishes for her.
She just nods.
I try to think about how I feel right now. I’ve already
spent years sharing her with Frank. Would it really be all
that different? Yes. Now it would be in the open – no
secrets, no shame. Maybe this wouldn’t be so horrible? In
fact… it could be downright fun.
"I’m in," I say.
They both look at me surprised by the quickness of my
reply. I can tell they need more so I continue.
"I love you, Natalia, and…although it’s not the
same love I have for you per say, I genuinely care for Frank
and love him too. Not as a husband or a brother, but as a…dependable
"With benefits?" he teases.
"Perhaps," I grin. "…And like I said, he’s
not horrible in bed."
"Again," Frank sighs and then grins once more.
"You know," I tell him as I take a few steps
closer. "If you’re game… she and I could teach you a
few things, some… maneuvers… you could add to your…
I spin his tie around my finger and he starts to chuckle.
"I can’t believe I’m actually considering
this," he says. "This is, by far, the craziest night
of my life."
"Let me ask you a question," Natalia says to
Frank. "Do you love Francesca or Marina more?"
He looks offended, and at first, I’m confused by the
question. What do his daughters have to do with this? I’ll
sleep with Frank, but I gotta draw the line somewhere. But
then it comes to me. I can see where she’s going. Frank
though, he hasn’t quite caught up.
"I love them both the same, you know that," he
replies. "It might be for different reasons, but just
because I have one doesn’t mean…"
I see Frank start to consider his words. Noooooow he’s
"Olivia?" Natalia asks, "Ava and Emma?"
"I love them the same amount," I answer.
"Exactly," Natalia continues as she looks at
Frank. "Rafe and Chessie are the same too. Heck, I even
love Emma, Ava and Marina like my own. My point is this… I
don’t have to stop loving one of you to love the other…"
"You can love us both?" Frank asks.
I watch Natalia nod.
"I fell in love with Olivia before we were married
Frank, but I ‘grew’ in love with you. And like the kids, I
love and value you both for different reasons… So again… I
want both. I want to come home to you Frank. I do feel safe
and protected in your arms at night." I see him smile
slightly, but I don’t feel threatened by it. I always wanted
that for her. "Be honest," she tells him,
"before tonight you’d do about anything to help Olivia,
"You mean before I found out -."
"Yes," Natalia continues. "Prior to learning
the truth, would you be there for her? And not just because of
me, but because you genuinely care for Olivia?"
I watch Frank nod although he can’t look at me.
"Yes," he finally says and looks my way. "I
care about Olivia – I’d go so far as to say that yes, I
love her. That’s the other part that hurt in this Natalia. I
loved Olivia too. I trusted her and…" Frank takes a
deep breath. I can see he started to grow angry again.
"Point is, she’s always done right by Chessie and Rafe,
and she’s even been there for Marina at times. And if you
asked me 24 hours ago I’d tell you that I didn’t despised
Olivia. In fact, it would’ve been quite the opposite."
"And now?" Natalia asks.
"Now," he says taking another deep breath. He
looks to me. "Six years, Olivia?"
"I couldn’t let her go, Frank. You know how
wonderful she is. And…I knew how wonderful you could be for
her. I mean that sincerely. I also knew male to female
transplant patients average ten years - that’s it. There
have been exceptions to the rule, but not many. I wanted –
no - I needed her to have the life she has with you; a life
she deserves. I trusted you to take care of her."
Frank snorts. "I trusted you too, but I didn’t get
the whole story."
"Would you have stayed, Frank? If you knew she loved
me too, would you have stayed with her?"
"I would have liked the option of knowing the truth;
of knowing where I really fit in her life; where you fit.
Instead…I’m really hurt…by both of you actually because
I trusted you both."
"And now you’ve got the truth," I tell him as I
gesture toward Natalia. "She wants both. And I’m
willing to give her what she wants…Are you willing to
consider it, Frank?"
Frank doesn’t say anything – he seems deep in thought.
Natalia turns to me. "What about you? Can you handle
seeing me with Frank? If we’re…you know…"
"Fucking?" I ask bluntly. She’s so damn
gorgeous when she’s flustered. She can only nod. "I don’t
think I’m the one who’d have an issue here," I say
and I turn to Frank, who still hasn’t replied.
He’s the variable in all of this. He always has been.
"Come here," I motion her over with a crooked
finger. "We’re gonna do a little experiment. I want you
to ignore the fact Frank is in the room. Act exactly like you
would if we were alone, okay?" I then turn to Frank and
motion him to the sofa behind him. "Please, have a seat
Frank. You’re going to experience something many married men
dream of, yet never achieve. But no guns, no bodily harm and
no death threats because of what you’ll see, okay?"
"Like I told, Doris… I’m alright."
I give him a nod and focus my attention back on Natalia.
"You’re so beautiful," I tell her, making her
blush. The statement sounds almost like a plea, and I mean
every word. After all these years, she still has the power to
take my breath away just by walking in a room.
I start by pushing her hair over her shoulders. Then I run
my palms down the length of her arms. I travel all the way to
her hands and briefly lock fingers with her. Then I slip my
arm around her waist, bring our bodies closer together. She
I say thankfully because I know she’s not holding back.
She always moans when our centers are in such close proximity
to each other. Frank will need to see us – the real us –
if he has any hope of starting a new chapter in our lives.
"Kiss me?" I ask her.
For a moment, I considered just kissing her. But I need her
to take the lead here. I need Frank to see that Natalia truly
has passion for me that’s not coerced. Besides, I love it
when she takes control of the sexual helm.
She smiles for a moment, yet I can feel an apprehension
"He needs honesty," I coax her.
Her nervous smile starts to slip away into something that
looks untamed. Yes, I wanted to give Frank a front row seat to
the circus, but I didn’t want to throw him into the tiger
cage just yet. Looks like I won’t have a choice though.
Natalia’s hands snake up my hips, over my breasts, after
giving a tender squeeze, and continue on their journey until
they come to rest on either side of my face. Her thumbs rub my
cheeks and she licks her lips before she pulls my face to
hers. As our lips meet I can’t help but moan at the
softness. Immediately her tongue starts to seek mine in
response to my whimper.
Her one hand -- the one facing Frank -- falls away and
lands on my hip, giving him a clear view of our kissing. Her
other hand keeps my head captured, working in even deeper with
her fingers tangling in my hair. I feel her hand begin to
creep up my side and take possession of my right breast,
kneading the flesh. My nipple immediately becomes erect,
poking through the material of my silk blouse. Again, I moan,
but this time she moans in response. She breaks away and
kisses my chin and nudges my head up with her nose. I tilt my
head back and I’m rewarded with her lips nipping and her
tongue caressing my pulse point along my neck. She inhales
"I love the way you smell," she mutters against
God, I can’t take it anymore.
My hand finds the back of her head and pulls her eye level
again. But it’s just far enough away so my lips can
recapture hers. My tongue lures hers inside my mouth again and
I begin to suck on it, making her whimper. I shift slightly so
my thigh is between her legs and our breasts are touching each
other’s. I reach down as far as I can and I pull her lower
back toward me so her center comes in contact with my leg. Her
lips break away from mine as she arches forward into my leg,
making a guttural cry as she makes contact.
The sound of someone clearing their throat startles me.
That’s when I remember…Frank’s there. She and I lock
eyes first and then together, cheek to cheek, we turn to the
sofa to see his reaction.
I’m speechless. I’ve never seen anything that
disturbing and… erotic… in my life. I should be enraged,
but rather than being incensed, I have to admit… I’m
aroused. I could try faux-anger but it’s pointless,
especially if I stand up. I had to be a boxers guy today.
I watch Natalia arch into Olivia’s thigh. I want to touch
her; feel that energy, but then I feel my throat go dry at the
sound she makes. I give a small cough and they both stop. I
silently curse myself for interrupting, but then they turn to
me. Their heads are reclined against each other and the truth
is they look absolutely stunning together.
"Can I, uh, get something to drink?" I ask.
"Are you okay, Frankie?" Olivia asks me. Although
I notice her tighten her hold on Natalia, she’s being
complete sincere and not in a self-serving way. She’s
genuinely worried for my sake, not just hers and Natalia’s.
But she doesn’t have to worry for her sake – Natalia still
wants her. So I guess I have a choice…
‘Natalia leaves me or I get Natalia AND Olivia... This is
actually a harder choice than one might think.’
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle the three of us
together, but if I push aside all the bullshit I’ve been
feed by the preachers and all the trash that’s been heaped
on me by society about loving a single person at a single time…then
‘If the three of us were on a desert island, no chance of
every being rescued, would we turn to each other for
companionship, gratification, support and safety? We would.
And we could probably be very happy without any outside
interference,’ I think.
But this isn’t a desert island…
And there are so many elements pushing and pulling us apart…
Too many people that would point their finger in
They’d line up to tell us how we should live our lives.
I start to feel angry because I think I’d really love
seeing my wife happy, and being happy myself in the process,
if the world would just leave us alone.
I look up to Natalia’s voice. She sounds worried.
"Fuck ‘em," I mutter as I move to my feet and
slowly walk toward them.
They both appear unsure.
"I’m going to get that drink," I tell them with
a gently smile.
I reach out and stroke both of their cheeks with the back
of my fingers and it’s electric. The sensation of skin upon
skin upon skin upon skin…is foreign and… incredible. I
reach up again, this time stroking their hair. In perfect
time, they both close their eyes and soak up the attention.
Yeah. Having them yearning into my touch…That did it. I’m
nearly beyond ready now.
I stroke their hair again, but this time I use a bit of
pressure behind their heads and guide their lips back
together. Once more they begin to kiss and it takes all the
willpower I possess to step back.
"You ladies continue," I whisper. "I’ll be
back," I add as I head toward the mini-bar.
We hear, rather than see, Frank leave the room. At least I
do. My eyes are closed while I’m kissing Olivia again. I
pull away and look over my shoulder. Frank’s already gone
into the tiny kitchen area of Olivia’s suite.
"You never cease to amaze me, Natalia," I hear
"What’s that mean?" I turn back to face her.
"Good little Catholic girl with a voyeur streak a mile
wide." She starts to giggle.
"Is that a complaint?"
"Not at all."
God, I love her sexy smirk.
"And you’re okay with this?" I ask her.
"I’ve been sharing you for a long time."
"This will be different."
"I know." She sighs. "I know what’s on the
line here. But tell me…do you love him? I’ve been honest
with Frank; now be honest with me."
"I do love him," I tell her. "When the two
of us were dating I never really opened my heart up to the
idea. Over time though, I see the man he is and I do love so
many things about him, but I need you in my life, Olivia. I
feel incomplete without you."
"He makes me feel…cherished – like I matter. And
not that you don’t…" I add quickly because I know
despite all her gusto and all that bravado, sometimes, deep
down, she’s little more than an approval-seeking child.
"It’s different with him. He thinks I’m the reason
the sun comes up each day. He doesn’t see my flaws like you
do and…I’ll admit it, I like being ‘perfect’ Natalia
to him, that’s a great ego boost."
"If you just need someone to, uhh, stroke your
ego," she says suggestively.
Her sexy, goofy pun makes me giggle.
"No, it’s more than that." I say with a smile.
"It’s watching how Chessie rushes toward him when he
comes home and how even after a 18-hour day he still opens his
arms for her and scoops her up. It’s the fact he always
greets me with a kiss and doesn’t take me for granted. I
didn’t get into this affair with you because I was lacking
love or affection from Frank. I love you too and you’re just…"
That sexy smirk has returned, but she can gloat. She’s
"Yes…" Kiss. "Your irresistible…"
Kiss. "…Irreplaceable…" Kiss.
She hmms against my lips before she pulls away.
"Irresponsible?" she teases.
That made me laugh.
"Yeah, sometimes," I answer. "But I love all
of you – good and bad. Just like Frank. He’s not the
slickest man in town, but he’s got a huge romantic heart. He’s
not always graceful or says things the way he intends at
first, but that big heart is in the right place...again,
sometimes the way he shows it is far from ideal."
"Like threatening Doris with a gun?"
"Yeah, like that," I say dryly. Then we both
grin. "Speaking of…" I look at my watch, "She
should be here soon."
"You really want both of us then?" Olivia asks
me, meeting me eye to eye.
"I really do... Does that upset you?"
I can tell she’s really considering the question.
"No. I wanted to see you two together. And I still do.
I just…" She releases a heavy sigh.
She looks like she’s on the verge of tears.
"I don’t want to lose you because of this."
"Pinky swear?" she asks as she holds up her
She’s so damn cute sometimes it makes my heart melt. It’s
the side the big bad corporate world never sees. But it’s
totally Olivia, just as much as the power suites and Jimmy
I snag her finger with mine and pull it up to my lips. I
place a gentle kiss on her pinky.
"I swear," I tell her. "This will work. We’ll
make this work."
Frank’s returned. He’s lost the tie and the two top
buttons of his shirt are undone. I have to admit...I’ve
always been attracted to ‘casual Frank.’
He’s carrying a tray with three glasses on it – one
martini glass, one wine glass and one rocks glass. He places
the tray down on the coffee table and picks up the martini
glass and the wine glass and hands each one to Olivia and
Olivia takes a taste. Her eyes go wide and she looks at
Frank with a growing smile.
"Good?" he asks. "I didn’t bruise
"Not at all," Olivia commends. "Damn Frank,
this is good-wait, you didn’t poison us, did you?"
"No," he chuckles, "but if you’d like to
make your own drink, I wouldn’t be offended. Things got a
bit crazier earlier."
Olivia shrugs. "This is too damn good to pass up. I’ll
take the chance," she says and takes another sip.
"I was thinking," I say, getting their attention,
"Maybe Olivia and I should talk to Doris – alone;
before she comes back."
"Why?" Olivia and Frank both ask.
"Well, maybe… she can take the kids…you know…
tonight and we can…see where things go."
"And I can’t go?" Frank asks.
"I’m worried if you’re there she’ll think you’re…I
don’t know…coercing us or something. If we go down alone,
with the opportunity to, well, escape, she’ll see that Frank’s…"
"Not acting like a madman who’s holding us
hostage," Olivia says and then takes another sip.
"In blunter terms, yes." I sigh.
"Fair enough," he says.
"Okay," she adds and nods. "But can I take
my drink? I don’t want it to get warm."
"It’s your hotel, Dear. You can do what you
"What about Francesca? Will she be okay staying with
Doris?" Frank asks.
"She’s stayed with Doris before," I offer up.
Oops. He didn’t know that. I open my mouth, but no words
"I see. She’s played babysitter for you two
before." Frank’s jaw sets a moment after his words, but
then he relaxes. "It’s okay. It’s okay," he
repeats. "Open communication, honesty…I get it.
Besides, Ashlee is a great kid. I’m sure Doris will be fine
I turn to Olivia and ask, "So? To Doris?"
"Doris isn’t going to fall for this?" I say in
the elevator as we make our descent to the lobby. I’m
holding Emma’s overnight bag and Natalia has Chessie’s.
"What is there to ‘fall’ for? We’ll tell her the
truth. We’re trying to find a way for everyone to get
through this and we need to do it privately. Case
"Fine. Just don’t say ‘case closed’ to a lawyer
because that’s like waving red flag in front of a bull. We
get in; we get out. Done."
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I motioned for
Natalia to go first and I followed behind her.
Immediately, Doris shoots to her feet and motions the girls
to stay put as she walks over to greet us.
"The police came," she replied.
"You’re lucky I’m still the mayor, Liv. I sent
them away." She looks at the bags. "What’s
"Can you take the kids?" I ask. "Just for
Her eyes dart between us.
"This is going to take awhile," Natalia offers.
"We’re trying to find a solution that will appease
everyone and we need... privacy tonight."
Doris looks at us a moment longer and then her eyes get
"Oh My God!" she exclaims. I grab her arm to
silence her. It doesn’t stop her from speaking, but at least
she’s whispering now, "You’re both gonna sleep with
Frank, aren’t you?"
"Please," Natalia says. "Just take the girls
tonight and drop them off at school. We’ll pick them up
"You realize this is stupid, right?" Doris says
angrily. "He threatens to shoot me and his reward is a
night in bed with you two. Hell, if anyone deserves that, it’s
me!" she said in a heated whisper.
"Doris," I try to reply.
"No!" she cuts me off. "And what about Emma,
huh? Chessie still gets the farmhouse with mom and dad and a
pony in the barn while Emma gets....what? A passkey card and a
vending machine? Where’s the justice in that?"
"I would love to have Emma and Olivia back at the
farmhouse," Natalia says, which surprises me.
Doris snorted. "Are all three of you going to share a
room or will you just hop from bed to bed each night, huh?
Frank one night and Olivia the next? Then what? Alternating
Sundays or will that be ‘your day of rest,"
That’s a good question. We hadn’t talked about anything
like that. I can’t dwell on an answer because Natalia shoots
back with, "That’s one of the reasons we need time
tonight! So are you gonna help? Yes or no?"
Doris sighs. I can see she’s relenting. She waves us
towards the girls and takes a bag in each hand. We walk over
to say our goodnights.
"Mom, what’s going on? Are you okay? Is
Frank-?" Emma asks.
"Everything is fine," I tell her with great
confidence. Everything isn’t fine though. Not yet, but I don’t
want her to worry. "I’ll pick you up from school
tomorrow. But tonight you’ll stay with Aunt Doris,
I pull her into a hug, which surprisingly she returns. I
look over and I see Natalia doing the same with Chessie. I can’t
help but think of all the years we’ve lost.
"Come on, girls," I hear Doris call out as she
walks toward the door.
We give them all a wave as they leave the lobby together.
"We have to make this work," Natalia says to me
with a heavy sigh. I know what she means. It’s not just
about her, Frank or me. It’s about the girls too. "Let’s
go," she says as she pulls me by the hand toward the
I want things to be perfect when they return so I turn down
the lights a little. Light a few candles over the mantle and
put another bottle of wine on ice. Being alone though has
given me time to think. I’m not sure how this situation is
going to work. Will Olivia be like a second wife, or more
correctly, Natalia’s wife. Will she live with us? How will
Emma handle all this? Chessie is still too young to
understand, but Emma...she’ll know.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that the sound of Natalia’s
voice saying my name loudly startles me a little. I turn
around to face them.
"Sorry," she apologizes. "I thought you
heard us come in."
"No, I was thinking."
Olivia and Natalia smirk at each other and I feel my
temperature start to rise again. I have to admit. They look
exquisite together. Olivia closes the distance first. She
comes within a foot of me, runs her hands down my chest and
stops at my waist.
"What were you thinking about?"
I always did like her playful, seductive tone. I can’t
blame my wife for succumbing to it. It’s positively
"Believe it or not," I began with a slight grin.
Both of them snort slightly.
"We had that conversation on the way up," Natalia
says as she kicks off her heels and makes her way over.
"Really?" I ask. Natalia nods as Olivia also
takes off her footwear. "What did you discuss?" I
Natalia clears her throat nervously.
"Honestly? I’d like to see how we...work...and then
if the time feels right, I’d like to have Emma and Olivia
live with us at the farmhouse."
That idea did cross my mind actually, but I’m not sure
how I feel about it for certain. It would be a big commitment.
People would talk, I’m sure. However, the situation might be
"Frank?" Olivia says. "I see a lot of
thinking and no talking," she teases.
"Sorry," I say with a slight grin. "I like
"Really?" Natalia says hopefully.
She’s always so optimistic, about everything in life... I
can’t help but adore her.
"Don’t get me wrong," I continue, "hotel
sex can be...pretty hot, but I’d like a more stable life,
something more...traditional. And yes," I chuckle and
avert my eyes, suddenly feeling bashful. "I realize there’s
very little that’s traditional about what we’re
considering, but still...I-I like the idea of building upon
the home we have with more people we love...That sounds crazy,
huh? Like we’re building some wacky ‘60’s commune?"
I chuckle slightly and finally look up.
I see Natalia’s eyes are moist with unshed tears. She
doesn’t say a word. She pulls me towards her and kisses me
deeply, her fingers working into my hair. The truth is I can’t
deny this woman anything. Everything I have, everything I am
is hers. And if Olivia Spencer is what she wants, then I’ll
give her that too if it’s within my power. An idea comes to
me and I start to smile underneath Natalia’s lips.
I pull back and I motion my head to Olivia who’s watching
us with a slight grin.
"Do you really desire each other?" I ask Natalia
with a mischievous leer.
She nods, but says nothing. I take her hand and outstretch
my other one for Olivia to take. Once I have both of their
hands, I join them with each other and take a step back.
"Show me...show each other... just how much."
I still have Natalia’s hand in mine. I’m not sure if
Frank realizes the genie he’s about to unplug from the
bottle here. I’ve seen, and experienced, how Natalia gets
when she’s extremely worked up. It can be positively
explosive, which may or may not be a good thing in her husband’s
"I’ll warn you, Frank." I tell him, "If I
start, I’m not going to stop until she comes." Natalia
and Frank both groan in desire. Hmm, that’s a promising
sound. "You prepared for that?" I add for extra
He takes a few steps back and takes a seat on the sofa.
"Yeah," he says softly. "Get her good and
I gotta admit...the confidence in his voice and the thought
of Natalia ‘good and wet’ causes the same reaction within
me. I turn back to Natalia.
"What do you want, Sweetheart?" I ask her in a
Frank or no Frank - nothing’s going to happen here that
she doesn’t want. She’s far from innocent, sure, but she’s
not as...impure... as I am...I’ve done many things I’ve
regretted over the years - in and out of the bedroom. I don’t
want the same for her.
And despite what Frank thinks - or even what she says, I
know the truth...she’s mine. She’s always been mine; long
before we became lovers. I’m not going to let something that’s
mine be hurt in any way. But as I look to her, I notice her
eyes. They’re not scared. In fact, they appear hooded with
I can tell.
She knows she’s safe with me and I know exactly what she
wants. She’s wearing her ‘let’s fuck’ expression that
I absolutely worship.
"First," she says as she runs her fingers through
my hair, pushing it behind my ear. I feel my breath catch in
my throat. "I wanna get naked."
I grin. Naked is good. I like naked.
"Then what?" I breathe above a whisper.
"Then," she says as she starts to unbutton my
shirt from bottom to top, "I wanna suck..." Two
buttons gone, "those gorgeous pink nipples of
yours..." another two, "until they’re pebble
I love it when she teases me; when she tells me what she’s
going to do. But I also like to antagonize her...and so does
"You really think you can do that with him
watching?" I challenge sarcastically as I motion my head
once toward Frank, who’s still on the sofa.
My cynical words move her. In a swift act, she pulls my
unbuttoned shirt from my shoulders and partway down my arms,
ensnaring me. She gives me a rough shake. The possessive
gesture shoots a wave of excitement right to my center,
leaving me damper than before. I whimper, unable to control
the involuntary sound.
One thing that many people don’t know - perhaps even
Frank Cooper - is that quiet, demure Natalia Rivera can be
quite the dominatrix.
"You doubting me?" she confronts me.
Oh hell, no. I don’t doubt her at all. I know she loves
to be watched or watching other people while in the heat of
the moment. But I’ll be damned if I say that. Besides, that’ll
ruin the fun if I give up THAT easily.
"Yeah, I am," I say in defiance and wait for her
Instantly, without releasing the shirt, she reaches up and
pulls down the straps of my bra, until the cups slide down
too. My breasts spring free with a slight bounce. The mix of
the cool air and her fingertips teasing the sides of my breast
make my nipple grow tauter. She watches the physiological
reaction of my body and she starts to smile.
"Don’t look so smug," I tell her staunchly.
"It’s just cold in here."
I know better. She knows better.
She throws her head back, omits a deep laugh that comes out
like an conceited ‘Ha!’ and then turns to Frank.
"Is it cold, Frankie?" she asks him while she
tightens her hold on my shirt.
His mouth is open yet he still has a slight look of
"I-I-I think it’s pretty hot in here," he
She turns back to me and takes a step closer until her
clothed body is touching my naked breasts. She stands on her
tiptoes and starts to nuzzle into my neck near my earlobe. I
feel her tongue snake out for just an instant before she
speaks. Instinctively, my eyes close and I soak up her
"If you’re cold..." she says as she nips at my
neck, "then maybe I should warm you up, umm?"
"Maybe I wouldn’t be so cold if I weren’t the only
one topless right now?" I say suggestively.
Before I can react, she takes a step back while at the same
time lifting her blouse up and over her head. I try to pull
the rest of my shirt from my body, but she comes back quickly,
dressed only in her bra from the waist up.
"No," she orders. "Leave it."
"You look sexy when you’re half dressed and begging
me to fuck you."
That did it. Frank wants a show. He’s gonna get a show.
We’ll see who’s begging who by the time I’m done with
her. I undo my waist button and zip down my fly, letting my
pants fall to the floor.
As I start to step out of them, she begins to speak.
"I didn’t say you could-."
I silence her with a demanding, unyielding kiss that soon has her moaning. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me
even closer. We continue to kiss and I guide her toward the
small dinette table slightly to our left.
We’re both panting now, forehead to forehead, as I
unhooking her bra and pull the bra straps from her shoulder,
freeing her. Next, I reach to unbuttoning her pants, but she’s
already helping me take them off.
I love it when she gets impatient to get naked for me. When
her pants and the lace panties are pulled off in a single
swoop, I feel my wetness come so hard it coats my sex, but
also my upper thighs too. It always sets me ablaze to see her
this ardent -- perhaps even more right now since I know that
Frank’s watching her respond to the anticipation of my
But there’s only one way for me to be certain of how she
feels. I reach down and run my hand between the apex of her
legs. That’s when I feel my reward.
She’s wet, perhaps not as wet as other times over the
years, but she’s still soaked and ready. She whimpers at my
touch and as I try to take my hand away, she grabs my wrist,
forcing it back to her center.
"Please," she implores me.
I have no control.
I slide my fingers through those sweet, wet folds. I watch
mesmerized as she starts to grind against my hand. I could
take the opportunity to gloat - and if I did, it wouldn’t be
the first time - but tonight? No. Tonight, I’ll give her
exactly what she wants. Soon though, it is too much for even
me to take -- watching her sex pound against my hand, striving
and straining for release.
Enough of this. My fingers can’t have all the fun. I have
to taste her.
She whimpers in protest, at first, as I take my hand away.
But after I hoist her to the edge of the table and fall to my
knees, she realizes quickly what I have in mind. Without
missing a beat, she rests her legs over my shoulders. But I
don’t immediately descend upon the sweet goodness that’s
awaiting me inches away.
Instead, I nibble at those incredibly firm thighs so I can
hear that eager grumble of hers.
"Frank," I call out without turning around. I
keep my eyes focused on her as my lips caressing, teasing her
thighs. "Grab that pillow next to you. Then get naked and
fuck this gorgeous woman."
Natalia starts to groan slightly at my words, but the sound
intensives even more when I let my tongue dance wildly over
and around her clit. Her fingers grab the back of my head,
gripping my scalp. It should be agonizing, but my endorphins
are running so high at the moment that I don’t feel any
pain. In fact, it feels immensely pleasurable.
I’m lost in her - the smell of her, the taste of her, the
sounds of her. I’m not sure how much time has pasted when I
realize that Frank is behind me. It’s not until I feel his
hand stroke the back of my head too that I realize he’s
I pull away and she whimpers. I do continue to let my hand
rub her upper thigh, not breaking the physical connection we
have. Frank has the pillow in his hand so I place it on the
table behind Natalia.
"Lay down, Sweetheart," I say and motion my head
toward the pillow. She lays back against the table and I turn
her on her side. I gently push her knees toward her chin and
turn to Frank.
He’s completely naked and at full attention. I have to
admit it... Frank’s plan of getting in shape to keep up with
Francesca has paid off in spades. I can honestly see the
appeal Natalia feels for him too. He’s chiseled and rock
hard. The desire to feel him under my fingertips is
"Natalia?" I call out. "Can I...?"
I’m not sure what I’m asking for exactly. I want to
touch him; to see if he’s as toned as he looks, but not at
the risk of upsetting her. As for him, well, I can tell he
wants me to touch him. His erection is literally twitching in
She slides into a sitting position. Then she puts a leg on
each side of my body. I feel her hands come around my waist
and her breasts pressed against my lower back. Next, I feel
her warm breath near the center of my shoulder blades.
"You want to touch him?" she asks although there’s
an amount of certainty in her voice.
I just nod.
Then I feel her hands snake up to my breasts. She extends
her fingers so she’s able to capture my nipples between them
as she moves.
"Frank?" I hear her say in a throaty whisper.
Next, I watch her toss the pillow on the floor between us.
"Can I watch Olivia go down on you?"
Frank and I both groan in anticipation.
At first, I can’t believe what my wife just asked me. She
wants Olivia’s lips wrapped around me and she wants to
At this point, it’s very hard to form words. Yes, all the
blood has left the head that’s on my shoulders and is now
focused on the one between my legs. But damn, who can blame
me? I know she’s waiting on an answer and if I can actually
speak, I know it’ll drive her even wilder.
"What does Olivia want?" I somehow manage to push
from my lips.
I watch as Liv situates the pillow with her feet so it’s
directly below me. I gently take Olivia by the back of the
head and guide her to the floor in front of me. The warmth of
her mouth envelops me completely and immediately. No build up;
no pretense - she simply takes me and I see in an instant why
my wife was helpless to resist this woman. I watch Olivia’s
head bob for a few moments and then look to Natalia to gauge
Her hands are exploring her own body as she watches Olivia
make love to me with her mouth. I wonder how she’d react by
watching me take a more assertive role. I reach down with both
hands and cup the sides of Olivia’s face to still her
movements. She starts to pull away, but I stop that.
"Stay put," I tell her softly.
I’m not authoritative in my demand, but I’m not begging
either. I’ve got plans for that mouth of hers. She does as I
instruct her so I start to move my hips slowly, back and
forth, while I keep her head firmly in place.
"Oh god, yes," I hear my wife sigh as she watches
me fuck her girlfriend’s mouth with my rock hard cock. The
sound of Natalia’s voice makes Olivia hum in delight, which
sends a vibration along my hardened flesh.
I grunt in response and pick up my pace a bit more. I’m
surprised at how deep she can take my nine inches. In fact, it’s
almost like she’s begging for even more. Her hands snake up
to grab my ass and I feel her fingernails dig into the tender
flesh. In response, my hands grip her face a little bit
harder. After a few more strokes, I know I can’t sustain
this much longer.
I’ll explode soon.
So with a heavy heart I withdraw from her mouth and both
women whimper in response. I start to squeeze and release the
base of my shaft because I’m not ready for things to be over
this quickly. Besides, Olivia wanted me to fuck my gorgeous
wife and I have a promise to keep.
I’m not sure what’s more amazing - that Frank let
Olivia go down on him or that I found it incredibly erotic.
There’s no way I could fault the man. I know how divine her
tongue and mouth feels. The only thing better is how she
"Bring that pillow here," I tell Olivia.
She rises to her feet and brings me the pillow. I place it
behind my head and I pull her up on top of the table with me.
My head rests on the pillow while she places her body against
mine, her thigh coming to rest between my legs. Instinctively
my hips rise to meet her leg and, not so slowly, we begin to
God, she’s soaked. The desire to taste her is
"Straddle me, Liv," I whimper. "I wanna
She rises slightly and wears her sexy smirk
Ohhh, goodness. She’s gonna try to play hard to get. I
"With sugar on top."
My lips capture hers roughly and I gently bite her bottom
lip as I pull away. She groans in desire.
"I want your sugar on top of me...now."
No more arguments. I’ve won and she slowly, methodically
slides up my body and hovers over the top of my mouth. She’s
only inches away when she rises up and moves away.
"Damn you, woman," I mutter. She giggles. I adore
her. "You’ll be the death of me yet."
"I wanna face Frank," she says casually as she
turns around. Before she can pull away again I grab her hips
and pull her sex down to my waiting lips and tongue.
Immediately, she cries out. Her back arches as her head falls
"You love me devouring you," I say and then
proceed to administer one long lick from her clit to the back
of her gorgeous pussy.
She gives a deep groan and says, "C’mere," as I
feel my legs being forced apart. Just as quickly, I feel her
tongue dive into my sopping center and I moan against her sex.
We continue to lick and suck as our breathing becomes labored.
I’m so close to climax when I feel her rise up while still
kneeling over me.
"Turn her on her side and bend her knees," I hear
her tell Frank.
I feel his strong hands gently grip my hips and turn me to
the left. The action forces me to turn my head in order to
stay connected to Olivia. Then I feel her tugging my knees
toward my chest.
"Have you done her this way?" Olivia asks him. He
must have shaken his head since I didn’t hear his reply.
"Well, get ready because she screams like a banshee when
she comes this way."
I moan into Olivia’s sex and begin to lap at her even
quicker in anticipation of what’s going to happen. She moans
and grinds down closer on my face and a few seconds later I
feel Frank give a couple of tentative pokes before he slid
inside of me. The three of us groan in harmony. He starts to
rock his hips, slowly at first and then with more speed.
"Yeah, that’s it, Frankie." I hear Olivia say
above me. "Harder. Deeper. Make her feel that thick dick
of yours in her throat."
I groan. Frank cries out "Fuck" and Olivia simply
whimpers and starts to swing her hips, mimicking Frank’s
As he starts to pick up his pace even more I can tell by
the moans and whimpers from Olivia that she’s getting
closer. It’s not gonna take much more to push her over the
edge. I manage to get one hand up to her breast, capturing the
nipple. I give it a good twist and she groans even harder.
"Fuck, Tal," she cries and falls forward. She
doesn’t leave though. She continues rubbing her sex all over
my face, striving for release.
I hear, rather than see, Olivia tell Frank, "God, yes,
Frank! Pull my hair!"
Now I’m certain she’s close. I manage to slide my arm
back so my fingers are perched at her pussy and her ass. I
know what’ll put her over the top. She howls in delight as I
slide my index finger into her sopping sex and my middle
finger into her anus. I begin a delicate pinching motion as
she rocks against my hand.
I revel in the delight of Olivia writhing above me as Frank
continues to fill me. His rhythmically mound against the sweet
spot at just the right angle feels absolutely incredible. I
love when Olivia fucks me this way and I’m pleased to say
that Frank’s a quick study. In fact, it feels so good I’m
not sure how much longer I’ll hold out.
With that thought, I hear Olivia come as she screams my
name. She’s practically bouncing on my hand now, striving
for all the satisfaction she can pull from me.
Spent, she collapses to the side of me, but she doesn’t
stay there long. She rises and I’m momentarily worried.
"Where are you...?" I start to ask as I watch her
slid from the table and walk to the side where my knees are
bent. Frank slows his movements.
"Don’t stop," Olivia instructs him as she
pushes my knees even closer to my chest while opening my legs
slightly. She climbs back on the table and pushes her head
between my legs. For a moment I think I might end up
suffocating her accidently.
"Let’s make her come, Frankie," she says
As Frank continues to hammer within me, I feel Olivia’s
tongue lapping at my clit.
"Fuck," Frank and I both exclaim in tandem at the
"Talk to her, Frank. My mouth’s busy," Olivia
orders and then returns to my sex.
After a few grunts he manages to say, "You’re so
tight, so wet."
"My shoulder," I manage to get out. "Grab my
Frank takes the cue and reaches up to take my shoulder
possessively. He holds me in place and continues to drive in
and out of my drenched pussy.
"You like that? You like me nailing you, don’t
All I can do is provide a mangled sounding grunt in
response. Right now, I love it. He’s firm, thick and there
isn’t one place in within my walls that’s not feel the
sensations of his thrust. From this position, I can feel his
cock ramming my G-spot at one thrust and then the area near my
rectum the next. All I can do is grunt at each thrust he
He starts to thrust as deep as he possibly can on each word
he says, "You...love...being...fuck...hard."
Olivia continues to bat at my clit with her tongue when I
feel her pinky slip inside my anus and start to move in and
out in time with Frank’s thrusts.
One of my hands slaps the table while the other one grabs
Olivia’s nearby ass.
I’m so close.
"Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop," I
quickly say over and over as Frank fucks my pussy and Olivia
fucks my ass. I feel myself climbing higher and I know it’s
not going to take much more. I’m so close I can taste my
desperation for release in my mouth.
"Cum Nat," Olivia and Frank both say at the same
It’s too much to hold back and the truth is I don’t
want to hold back. I need this release as much as I need air
to breath. I let my orgasm wash over me and I scream my
satisfaction to the heavens as an image appears in my mind -
Frank coming all over both of us.
"Cum on us, Frank," I tell him between ragged
"Yeah, all over us," Olivia adds, almost as if
reading my mind. She slides back up to my side and nuzzles
into my shoulder as we wait anxiously for his load.
Frank moves like a jackrabbit at our words. He starts to
grunt with each thrust and then starts to howl. He rips his
cock out of me and gives it a few strokes as he takes aim.
Within seconds, he’s showering us in the eruption from his
shaft. Exhausted, he places both his hands on the table and
hangs his head as he tries to regain his breathing. When he
looks up and sees Olivia and I rubbing his release across each
other’s bodies he smiles and shakes his head.
"Why do I get the feeling this is going to be a long
night?" he asks us.
"Is that a complaint?" Olivia replies.
"Not from me," he answers.
"Good," she says as she gently pulls me into a
sitting position. "Let’s take this party to the
Frank and I smile at each other as we let her lead us away
by the hand.
A young man in his early 20’s stood in front of the
fireplace mantle at the farmhouse. He examined a picture frame
he held in his hands.
Emma, now in her early 20’s, rounded the corner, holding
"Your family?" he asked and turned the image
toward her. In the picture were five figures on the sofa. Emma
smiled fondly at the photo.
"Yeah," she said as she tried her best to point
out each member while balancing her glass. "That’s
Natalia, AKA Ma. Next to her is Frank; on his lap is Chessie.
She hasn’t really changed much - same dark hair and dimples.
Right there, that’s my Mom, Olivia, and me."
"You look like your mom," he replied with a smile
that made Emma grin too. "Can I ask something?" the
young man added timidly. Emma just nodded. "How exactly
"Meaning?" Emma asked as she handed him one of
the drinks while he returned the picture.
He took a drink and gave a nervous chuckle, "Well,
where did they all sleep?" Emma chuckled as she motioned
for them to sit on the sofa. "Is that a stupid
question?" he added.
"Believe it or not, that’s the most asked question I
get. Truth is, I didn’t live here that much when it was the
three of them. I lived with my dad, but I did stay some
weekends, well, once I convinced my dad they wouldn’t turn
me into ‘some heathen degenerate’ as he called it. But to
answer your qusetion, they were all in the same room - my
parents, I mean - Olivia, Natalia and Frank."
"Must have been a big bed," he said with a blush.
"My mom actually had a bed custom built, sheets too,
because a king wasn’t big enough."
"They can do that?" the man asked inquisitively.
"Honey, when you’ve got enough money you can do just
about anything," she chuckled, making him laugh too. She
then looked back at the picture. "Their relationship
worked though. I’m not sure how, especially after Frank got
knocked out as chief and went back to being a plain clothes
detective. The town didn’t like the idea that he had a ‘harem’
but it was more like Natalia had the harem - they were both
drawn to her."
"I remember hearing about the demotion and then a
couple years later the shooting."
"Ma was heartbroken. She lost my Mom the year before -
her heart finally gave out - and then some psycho snaps at the
mini-mart and guns Frank down. Witnesses said he got off three
shots and brought that guy to the ground before he collapsed.
He saved about five people... Had a full dress funeral...the
works...It wasn’t long after that when I moved back here to
the farmhouse full-time. Ma was having a rough time; she and
Chessie both actually...But things are much better now and the
three of us are doing okay."
"Think your mom will ever remarry again?"
Emma shook her head. "Nah, she tells me, ‘Sometimes
you can have two great loves in your lifetime so you never
spend a day alone. I had two great ones, but I just happened
to find them at the same time.’ So no, I really don’t
think she will. But if she does...she’s good at picking
winners so hopefully that trend will continue."
The front door opened and the sound of laughter followed as
Natalia and Chessie walked inside carrying grocery bags. Emma
and the young man both rose and made their way over to the
"Hey," Natalia greeted as she juggled the bags.
"You must be Richard," she said as she tried to
extend her hand.
"Yes, Ma’am," he said as he took one on of the
bags from her and extended his other hand to shake Natalia’s.
"It’s a pleasure to meet you. Did you have more?"
he asked as he raised the bag slightly.
"In the trunk," she said.
He put down the bag he was holding and motioned outside.
"Be right back."
Once he was out of earshot, twelve-year-old Chessie began
to say in a singsong voice, "Emma’s gottaaa
"And he’s a cutie," Natalia complimented.
"You," she said to Chessie as she wrapped her
forearm around her neck. "Hush around him." She let
her go with a slight, playful push and then turned to Natalia.
"He is cute, huh?"
Natalia nodded excitedly. "You really like him, don’t
"I do," Emma replied.
"Stay for dinner?" Natalia offered.
"Actually, Rich and I would like to take you out, if
"Restaurant food! Yay!" Chessie exclaimed.
"Groceries away first," Natalia told her and then
scooted her to the kitchen with two bags.
She took a step closer to Emma.
"Are you the two of you...?" she let the question
"Ma, are you prying into my sex life?" Emma
"I just want to make sure you’re being safe. That’s
"This from the swinger," she shot back with a
"I’m not- argh. You’re so much like your mother
sometimes," Natalia chuckled. "Just answer the
"Yes, I’m being safe," Emma replied annoyed.
"Good, because even with your mom and Frank-"
Natalia started to say with a smirk of her own.
Emma stuck her fingers in her ears and said, "Lalalalala,"
which made Natalia chuckle again.
"Too much information?" Natalia asked playfully.
Emma grinned and took out her fingers. "Waaaay to
"Really? Because I didn’t even get to the point I
was going to make, which is-."
"NO! No! A thousand times, no!" Emma tisked as
she wagged her finger.
Natalia laughed and put her arm around Emma, giving her a
hug and a small shake before she kissed her temple.
"You win, Jellybean. Now let’s go give that handsome
beau of yours a hand."