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CHAPTER 25: HI, I’M HELEN, YOUR SISTER!

I almost leapt out through the door, but Mom jump across the opening and pulled me further into the house. “No, you can’t go out there like this. Not in front of the Sheriff and this girl. You have to stay quiet and see where this goes.”

“But, what is she up to? I don’t have a sister. I’m an only c***d. You said that dad was your first. You got married young and I came along.”

“All that is true, dear. So we need to hear what she means but not like this. Whoever she is and whatever she wants we don’t confront her like this. Certainly not in front of the Sheriff. We’re naked for crying out loud. Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s listen to more.”

We returned to the doorway. As we approached, what we heard is Juli, “… hard to believe. I know from both Michele and her Mom that she is an only c***d. That claim needs more explanation.”

“Ma’am, I will but to Michele. This is very personal and I don’t want to have to admit it more than I have to. Please, believe me that I mean no harm to her or her family. I just don’t know where else to turn.”

Juli turned to the Sheriff and they walked a few steps away and continued a short discussion that was too quiet for us or the girl to hear. “Are you sure, Juli? I could take her back to the courthouse with me and wait for Michele to let me know if she wants to talk to her.”

“It will be okay, Tom. Really. She’s more scared of us than a threat. Besides, Harry will be back shortly and Tim Hawkins shortly after that. And I have two very good protectors right here.” She was indicating the dogs sitting at the foot of the stair to the porch.

“Alright, Juli. But if you have any trouble, any at all, you have me on speed-dial, right?”

“Absolutely, you know I do. We’ll be fine and we’ll just wait for Michele.”

The Sheriff seemed reluctant but he finally relented. Before getting into his car, though, he delivered one final stern warning to the girl not to make any trouble. He drove off looking over his shoulder but was finally gone. I wanted to charge right out but Mom stopped me, again. “Not naked. We need to give her a chance to explain. She’s already clearly been through a lot and being accosted by two naked women may not get the answers we need.”

I was ready to shake off her hand on my arm when we heard Juli, “Well, this day is turning into something different. Young lady, you stay right there. Do you like dogs?”

“I had one before. But these are awful big. Are they safe?”

“Good, you just hold onto the question. Boys, you just watch her. I need to step inside and make myself more presentable. All I wanted was a shower …” and with that she is climbing the steps to the porch. She glanced over her shoulder at the girl watching the dogs very carefully and very nervously. Opening the screen door and entering the foyer, “Well, that’s what I call a surprising turn to an otherwise wonder day.” She looked at us and laughed. “And here you stand naked. Okay, here’s what we do, I’ll take her to the barn. She might be from a small town but she is not a country girl. The barn should interest her and give you two time to get home, put some clothes on and return like you know nothing about what has just happened here. We’ll see if her story stays the same and what else comes out.”

I still wanted to charge right out there, but I could see her logic. No telling what the sight of two naked women coming out of the house, one being the Michele Hawkins she was looking for, might cause. I relented and said she better have the boys go with her so they didn’t follow us and confuse the story.

“Young lady, I am guessing you didn’t grow up on a farm or ranch.”

“No, ma’am.”

“Want to see the barn and the horses? We have some time before Michele and her Mom return.”

“Her mom? Her mom is with her?”

“Yes, she lives there, also. Why?” This was interesting. She almost seemed to get more nervous at the idea of also meeting my Mom. But, time was wasting. We turned and went for the backdoor and turned to the side of the house by the woods and peeked around the corner before dashing for the trail to our house. We quickly put on shorts and tee-shirts and shoes and were running back to Juli’s.

We were coming out of the trail when the boys spotted us and came running. We both called them by their name and loud enough to let Juli know we had returned. I then said, too loudly again, “Where is Juli? Take us to Juli.” And the dogs ran off for the barn. We were half way across the front when Juli and the girl came out of the barn. I waved and Juli returned it. The girl was looking down at the ground but frequently glanced up to look at me and Mom.

I was watching the girl as we walked up to them. “Hi, Juli. Thanks, again, for letting the boys stay with you. Their good about being in the kennel, but I don’t like them there unless it is really necessary. I hope they weren’t any trouble. You should have said you were going to have company this afternoon.” I was rather proud of myself for seeming so casual and unaware. I even notice Mom and Juli sharing a smile between them. The girl was singularly focused on me.

“Oh, no. This isn’t my guest, she’s yours. The Sheriff brought her by. Found her on the gravel road a few miles from here saying she was looking for you.”

“Me? By name? Walking the gravel road? You could die out there on a day like this, girl.” She just kept looking at me. “Do I know you?”

She was very uncomfortable now, shifting her feet and studying them very intently. “No, ma’am. We’ve never met. In fact until a few months ago I didn’t even know you existed. Like I am sure you still don’t know I exist.”

“You are being very mysterious. Tell me you name.”

“Helen. Helen Stillson. You don’t know me.”

“You are right, I don’t. So, how do you know me?”

“Can we go somewhere and talk? Private?”

“No. These are two of the three women I trust most in my life. This is my Mom, Barb. You’ve already met Juli. We can go up onto the porch, though, and get out of the sun. It looks like you are starting to burn. We’ll see to that later, maybe.” On the porch we pulled four chairs close together. “Now, start talking Helen. How do you know me and why are you here?”

She was really having a tough time. “You’re my sister.”

Mom let it come out before I could. “She doesn’t have a sister. I would know wouldn’t I? Who are you really?”

She was quite taken aback by the abruptness from Mom and tears were again forming in her eyes. “Sorry, you’re right. I should probably say half-sister? Maybe?”

I shook my head. No longer playing the act of being unaware, we were now real-time. “What do you mean, half-sister? How could you be my half-sister if my Mom never …” And at that exact moment Mom, Juli and I had the same exact thought and our mouths dropped open. I covered mine and turned to Mom. In an instant tears had filled my eyes and were streaming down my cheeks. I got out of my chair and went to Mom, who was looking like she was in total and utter shock. Her mouth open but no sound was coming. Her eyes were staring off in the direction of the girl but was no longer seeing her. It was an open, blank stare focused on nothing and penetrating nothing.

I held Mom’s face in my hands and she slowly seemed to hear my words, “… okay? Mom, are you okay? Look at me!” She did finally and I pulled her into my shoulder and neck. I rocked her for a moment and glanced over my other shoulder at the girl. I don’t know what my face showed, anger? Compassion? Sympathy?

Juli was looking at the porch floor, “That’s why you seemed to get more nervous when I said that Michele’s mom was here, too.”

Now I remembered the moment, too. I thought it odd at the time. I looked at the girl named Helen, “Tell us. Just say it so we understand it all. Tell us quickly who you are, who your parents are and why you are here.”

She took a deep breath and looked at the three other women around her. So much emotion already and she had barely started. That is why she wanted a private conversation. How will any of this be taken by us? I am sure she was wondering now if she had made a mistake coming here and intruding. But she took another deep breath before starting, “As I said, my name is Helen Stillson. That doesn’t mean anything to you. My mom is Amy Stillson, again, that means nothing to you. But my father is Jack Donahue.” She stopped and watched the reaction.

There wasn’t much. We all had already discerned this as the only plausible explanation. But hearing it still required some getting used to. Of course, it would all have to be verified for any of this to truly matter in any way. But still … even if we had already come to the same conclusion … was this really true? Could all this really be?

“Jack Donahue. Are you saying the same Jack Donahue who was, no I guess he still is, my father? That Jack Donahue? Why do you think that? And how would you track that name to me now? I mean, now I am Michele Hawkins, not Michele Donahue.”

“I am sorry, maybe this was all a huge mistake. This must be terrible.”

“Terrible? Let’s see here”, I was getting wound up now with this realization of what my life growing up was really to him, “you are telling me that when I was maybe eight years old my father had another c***d somewhere and had enough contact over the years that you refer to him as your father. Do I understand that correctly? Yeah. Yeah, I would say that would fall into the ‘terrible’ category.”

She just kept her eyes on the porch floor somewhere between us. Not wanting to look at me, anymore. I got up and took a deep breath and pace back and forth behind my mother. God, how is she feeling about this? It’s one thing to be divorced by that man, but to then learn that your life as a loving family was even more of a farce than you had thought by the divorce? I put my hands on her shoulders and squeezed. I leaned forward and hugged her, “I love you Mom. Thank God I had you for my Mother! At least you were real and there for me. Always, thank you.” I squeezed her in my arms.

She patted my arms, “Thank you, dear. Yes, we definitely have our love. But, how could we have been so blind?”

“He always traveled. He always seemed to be gone. Even some weekends. It was just what he did for his job. Or so I thought.”

“Yes, for his job.” She laughed. “How stupid I was! There was talk that he turned down a couple of promotions that would have brought him into the main office. I never thought anything about it. He continued to get pay increases so they still valued him. Damn!”

I squeezed her again and took my seat. Somewhat calmed now myself. “Helen, it is Helen, right?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“How did you make the connection with me though and why are you here?”

“Maybe three or four months ago he would routinely go into fits of anxiety and frustration. Then, it changed to fits of rage. Something about it being good to finally be done with that ‘bitch’ and ‘slut’. One night I was in bed, they had been out to a club or something. When they came home, sorry but my home, I was very quiet. I was used to being beaten but when he was drinking it was especially bad. But he must have drank more that night because they went straight to bed, had their sex and making a lot of noise at it too. Then it was deathly quiet. So quiet that I knew they were both well out of it and I knew this was my chance. I quietly went to the door and prayed the hinges wouldn’t squeak this time. They did but nobody stirred. I went to the foyer where he always left his keys and jacket when he got in. I looked for his smart phone and searched the contact listing. He made it easy by having categories for the listings. I saw ‘Family’ and opened it. There were the names I needed: Barb Donahue and Michele Hawkins. Under your name he listed Tim who I assumed was a husband.” She looked directly at Mom, “But I almost got sick and froze on the spot when I saw your name. Not only was he a bastard and made me one, but he already had a wife and daughter. No wonder he was gone so much.” She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, again. “I wrote down the information. I knew I would never have the guts to talk to you, Barb. But I thought I might be able to meet a sister. Even if not a real one.”

“Three or four months ago was when we managed to twist the divorce on him. So, why are you here? What do you want from me?”

“Nothing, honest. Okay, I don’t know. But … I don’t have any place to be. There is a really long history here … but … when I turned eighteen a month ago, I was given a debit card that I was told had $500 dollar on it. I was told to be out of the house in two weeks. I tried staying with some friends but I didn’t have many that were that good. I was never allowed to socialize that much. After a few days I was on the street. I remembered you and I looked at the piece of paper that I put in my backpack. I made my way to the city on a bus, then city buses to get closer.”

“Where were you staying in the city?”

“On the street. I’ve never been to such a big place before. I was overwhelmed. I slept in a park a couple night and thought that would work out for a while but then I nearly got ****d and lost my case. With just my backpack I just kept moving. Then I finally got desperate enough that I made the decision to find you before something really bad did happen. I got some general directions from a library computer on the internet. But rural addresses this far out don’t mean much. I guess I was on the right track, though, when the Sheriff showed up.”

I was feeling different about her. Still cautious and would need to talk to Tim, but still … “You said you were used to being beaten. Were you beaten a lot? By him?”

“Yes. He seemed to really hate me. I suppose I had really messed up his life.”

“What about your mother. What was she doing during all this?”

She chuckled but her face was saddened, “My mother, right.” She chuckled, again. “My mother is a weak woman. I think she was thankful to have a man. She was beautiful, really beautiful. But I sometimes thought all that beauty came at the price of not have much intelligence. If he beat me, she just watched. She didn’t even look the other way. I struggled for a long time with my feelings for her and finally decided that I felt so sorry for her that I couldn’t even hate her properly. How is that for weird?”

“Yeah, weird.” I fell back into the chair and threw my feet straight out. I was exhausted. I looked at Juli and Mom. They both gave me a tentative smile like they knew what I was about to do. Helen was still sitting with a rigid back like she was afraid to move. “Helen, would you please lean back and relax! You’re making me tense and I don’t need more reason to feel tense.” I turned to Juli, “Juli, could I bother you for some ice tea? I’m parched.”

“Sure, sounds like a good idea. Be right back.”

Mom looked to me and reached her hand out to me and squeezed it. “We’re bring her home, aren’t we?”

I looked over at the girl. Her eyes were going back and forth. I was thinking all this through. What a fucked up mess! Juli came out with the drinks. I was still thinking. I looked at the girl and watched her as I thought. Mom and Juli were quietly chatting about the BBQ plans we had for the next night and should we reconsider. Mom didn’t want to, maybe especially now.

“Damn it, Helen! Lean back! Stretch your legs out. Relax! Damn, if you are going to fit in around here, you have to learn to relax a little. Well, for you it better be a lot.”

“You mean …?”

“Yes, we’ll finish our drinks, thank this nice lady for all the trouble we’ve caused her and go to our home. We’ll need to talk this over with our husband, too.”

She perked up. She was no dummy. She might have had a bad life so far, but she was quick. “You said ‘our husband’?”

“Maybe we’ll get into our little secrets later. But first we get to the bottom of yours.”

We did thank Juli for the trouble. And Mom and I were greatly impressed with Helen when she shyly approached Juli, “Thank you. You could have just thrown me out when the Sheriff offered, but you gave me the chance.” Juli took her into her arms. When they parted, “I wish I had known just one woman like any of you when I was growing up.” She had a tear at the corner of her eye, again.

I called the dogs and we headed up the trail. They caught up and passed us before we were thirty feet in. They never stopped but were waiting for us at the kennel. Of course, it was probably their time to eat and Tim would be home soon. I looked at Mom, “Helen and I will go feed the dogs. Could you call Tim and have him stop and get some take-out for dinner? Chinese, maybe. You like Chinese, Helen?” She nodded.

I walked her into the kennel but avoided the training room and the apartment. I talked her through the feeding process. A cup of dry food for each dog and fresh water morning and evening. I then gave her a pooper-scooper and we both wandered the area around the kennel and house, finding a few but mostly the dogs go deeper into the property to do their business. While we did that I kept the conversation low key and about safe topics. I learned she just graduated from High School but had never had a job. She said she liked sports but had never been on a team for very long before she had to drop it after being hurt. Somehow, the ‘being hurt’ didn’t sound like hurt playing the sport.

We were in the family room when Tim arrived home. Mom hadn’t told him anything but to stop for Chinese. He yelled from the entry, “You guys must be hungry to want it for four …” Seeing the three of us he stopped. I introduced him and her and suggested we eat while we talk.

Mom asked about wine and I agreed. When Helen was given a glass, she objected that she was only eighteen. Mom just reassured her that we won’t tell if she doesn’t. We brought Tim up to speed with what we knew and he asked Helen for clarification and details on a few points. Then we probed a little further. Yes, she knew her father most of her life but he was in and out for many years. He became more frequently involved with her mother over the past nine or ten years. Somehow he managed two fairly nice homes and cars at each, etc. When quizzed about school she said she thought she was pretty smart and that many of her teachers would say the same thing but her grades wouldn’t reflect it. She missed too much class time. Hurt? Yes.

Tim was having a hard time with this. It wasn’t the way he was brought up to treat women or anyone for that matter. “But why didn’t the school do anything about it? Surely they were suspicious.”

She chuckled at that. “First, it was a small town. Nobody makes trouble for families in a small town. Second, they were smart. My official doctor … I was only taken to him periodically. Just often enough to seem like he was my doctor. In between I was taken to other doctors or clinics, sometimes in different towns or cities like we were just visiting and I got hurt hiking or riding a horse, or some excuse. People don’t want trouble and they were counting on that. And it worked.”

Tim looked at us before he asked the next direct question. Something I was wondering and I am sure Mom was, too. “Sexually, too?”

“Oh, no! Never. In fact that was the only kind of abuse I didn’t suffer through. Physical, emotional, psychological sure, but not sexual. I was never violated. No, it was the opposite really. If they found out I was liking a boy or showing interest in sex, I was beaten. Once they caught on that I was masturbating at night. My mother saw the signs in my panties, I suppose. I never did that again! I was in the house for four whole days recovering from that one.”

Tim was getting upset and it was showing now. “So, your mother gets herself knocked up and they take it out on you?”

“I suppose that was part of it. But he often would get into a rant during those beatings. He would talk about not having another slut to deal with. At first my mother took offense but it wasn’t her he was talking about.”

“Oh god, that was probably me, dear. That could have been about the time I was getting very active. I didn’t have a lot of boyfriends, but Tim and I were like rabbits and we were fairly obvious. Heck, it got to the point that we started having threesomes with some of his friends.”

“Yes, we knew. Not the details but we were pretty sure you guys were very active. But I felt so good about Tim that it seemed fine. And look … you two are perfect for each other. I was right.”

I took Mom’s hand and then Tim’s. “Yes, you are right, Mom. But now it is ‘we’ are perfect for each other.” Helen looked at me, again. “There is a lot to talk about, dear. But, first things first.”

Tim thought of something, “Wait a minute. If you got the name and address out of his smart phone, it would have been the wrong address.”

Now she laughed. “Your right and it was. Talk about surprised. When I got to the address, the people there said you had just sold the property and moved recently. I wasn’t just at the wrong address but in the wrong city. I had to buy another bus ticket to get here and then do more research from a library computer. But now I knew enough to look for Tim Hawkins and Michele Hawkins and found the property sale. That’s what led me here.”

“Ingenious. Smart thinking.”

“Okay. Helen, I hate to be rude, but we need to talk some. Would you leave us now?”

“Sorry, ma’am. You’ve been very gracious under the circumstances. Thank you for the dinner and listening to me, but I don’t know how to …”

“Helen, I don’t mean leave leave. Just give a little time to talk. How are you with dogs?”

“I like them but these are big. Will they like me?”

“Honey, given the chance they will love you.” Tim nearly choked on the egg roll he just bit into. “Out in the back off the patio somewhere should be a couple of balls. They will chase them for as long as you are willing to throw them.”

Mom interjected, “Well, unless they find a rabbit in the process.” We laughed and it eased the tension.

After she went out the patio door and I heard one dog bark and then the other as she threw the balls, “So, what do we do? This has to be a family decision.”

“I’ll give my thoughts but you two have the most invested emotionally. She came to you, Michele, and this is the c***d of Jack, Barb. I’ll support you but you both have to be in agreement on this.”

Mom put her hand Tim’s and then mine, “Michele, honey, what are you thinking?”

“Tim’s right, of course. But I am inclined to help her somehow.”

“Me, too. I really feel for her. She has been dealt a really bad hand so far in her young life and now she is on her own? No training or skill to make a living?”

Tim slipped his hands on top of ours and squeezed. “I knew you two would come to that conclusion. Your own pain about the revelations from her are outweighed by the obvious pain and need she has dealt with. But … we need to move carefully. Everything she has said has held up with multiple questioning, but we need to be sure this isn’t some way to con us in some way. Your impulse for generosity shouldn’t be taken advantage of. And let’s not forget that our relationship and pleasures could be held up as perverted and create a scandalous threat if not a legal one. Similar to what Jack tried before. We just need to be sure this isn’t some kind of new ploy by Jack.”

“That would be awfully elaborate and risky to bring in a young woman into a manipulation of us. Even for Jack.”

“I agree. But let’s be sure. I propose we call the investigator, again. Get him to look into a few things for verification. We could call him now and see if he would check on this for us.” We agreed and I went to the back and spoke with her.

The dogs came running up to me but they went right back to her. “I told you they would like you. We do too Helen. You should know that. But we are going to make a call and have your story checked out. If there is anything you need to say about your story, now is the time.”

“I’ve told you the truth, Michele. You’ve been very kind to me, I’m not going to lie to any of you now.”

“Good. We’ll be a few more minutes. You can keep throwing even in the dark, they’ll generally still find the balls. But you can also just sit here, they will keep you company.”

In Tim’s office he placed the call and had the phone on speaker. When the investigator came on, “Sorry to bother you so late, this is Tim Hawkins with Michele and Barb on speaker with me.”

“Has something happened? I was sure he would leave you alone.”

“Not him … directly, anyway. We are hoping you could check into something for us about a young woman named Helen Stillson.”

“How did you find her?”

“What do you mean? You know her?”

“Tell me what you know about her.”

“She showed up here. She gave a story, a pretty sad story. One we are inclined to believe but don’t want to make a mistake. What do you know?”

“I commend you for the caution. Ordinarily it would seem like a good scam of some kind for someone to show up out of the blue. Did she claim to be Michele’s half-sister?”

“Claim to be? Well, yes, she did. You mean she isn’t?”

“Oh, no, she definitely is! She is part of what I found when we investigated Jack Donahue before. His other daughter and the mother who he has been taking care of all these years. What else did she say?”

I spoke up, “She talked about abuse, physical at least. Also different doctors, bad grades in school because of missing so much time from school.”

“Yeah, I found evidence of the abuse but I only had the one doctor and he was sympathetic but his records were inconclusive.”

“He showed you her records? Isn’t that some kind of ethics violation?”

“I could never use the information, but, like I said, he was sympathetic. He suspected something but from what he saw of her it wasn’t that bad to get the authorities involved and ruin his practice if he was wrong. The grades, yeah, some of the teachers thought very highly of her but … same thing. There wasn’t enough. And it is a small town.”

“So, is it worth checking any further?”

He asked for a description which we gave. Each of us had details that the others didn’t pick up on. “Wow, combined that is one hell of a description. I am looking at her picture right now and that is definitely the girl.”

Tim reinserted himself, “From your profile of her and the details you have, what would you suggest if we were inclined to help her somehow?”

“That’s not really my place, but you people are some of the best I have run into so I am glad she landed with you rather than on the streets.”

“She was there for a few night but it scared the hell out of her and that’s what gave her the courage to look me up.”

“Then here’s what I would suggest, but I am an investigator, not a health professional. Get her to a doctor you trust. Have her sign a consent to get her health records from any and all doctors she can remember. Have that doctor review the records and complete his/her own check with x-rays. I think she has been through a lot. Then, and this is getting a little expensive for a charity case but have her talk to a psychologist. If there isn’t some damage there, she would be one of the toughest k**s I’ve even seen. Just my thoughts.”

We all chimed in at the same time, “Thank you, very much.” Then I added, “This is such a relief to know we can make our decisions and not worry about Jack. That might have sounded wrong.”

“Easy, Michele. I know what you mean. Now you can just focus on Helen. Good luck you guys. And I mean what I said, not many people would react to this news the way you are. I have felt somewhat guilty about Helen since I found her. Now I can feel better about it, too. Thanks.”

Tim hung up the call and we looked at each other. I got it going, “Okay. We got our answer. She’s legit. And I was kind of hoping it was an exaggeration. But we know what she is now. Now what do we do?”

Mom went right for it, “Well it is dark now so she has to spend the night, at least. But I say we have her stay here and help her find herself, give her a chance to finish growing up with a little support and caring. And I say we get her to the doctors that the investigator suggested.”

Tim decided to play the devil’s advocate, “You both recognize that this will cost us. This is likely not going to be cheap. Not just the doctors. But she has nothing after being robbed. She has a little money in that account that we should probably get moved so it isn’t taken away from her if they find out where she is. I am not saying ‘no’. I agree she needs the help. We just need to be honest with ourselves about what that helping means. And, it not just the money … our lifestyle. How do we approach that?”

“Yes, I was worried about that, too. I don’t want to give any of that up. So she’ll just have to accept us for who we are, like we will be doing for her. Mom and I will talk to her tomorrow after you leave, go over some details of what we would like to do. She may not want it after she gets a good night’s sleep. If she does, then we can get into our lives here and see if she is still interested. She must still be a virgin and has been traumatize by any sexual thing so we need to be careful with her. But we can treat her like Marie who is aware but not active. Well, except for me with Marie but Helen will be different. We’ll feel our way, okay?” Everyone agreed it was all we could do.

Mom had one more detail, “Where do we put her. We could make it uncomfortable by putting her in the spare room with the computers or we could make her comfortable in the good guest room and show our sincerity.”

Tim laughed, “Well, that was rigged for one answer. The way you put that we don’t have an option.” He looked at each of us, “But we are in agreement, anyway. The guest room across the hall. We’ll just have to be quiet because I still have needs for you two.”

“Yes, Sir. And we are dedicated to satisfying those needs. She already said she heard them at night. At least with us she doesn’t have to be afraid.”

Mom and I went out to the patio where Helen was sitting, petting a dog on either side. Tim cleaned up the table and kitchen which was really just putting the dishes in the dishwasher and throwing away the containers.

“Helen, will you join us as we put the dogs into the kennel for the night? You know, in the morning we’ll have to talk about some chores for you to take on. Everyone does something around here. Maybe you can start with the dogs. We can talk about it more in the morning.”

“Chores? You mean … you think I should stay here with you?”

Mom jumped in, “Dear, if we were being presumptuous, we’re sorry. You don’t have to, of course.”

She jumped at us and hugged the two of us together. “I don’t know what to say. Why would you do this for me? I was only hoping for a little advice on how to live with a couple hundred dollars to start out with. I never dreamed you would offer this.”

“Helen, we are not trying to become your parents. You are legally an adult. But, we think we can help a little until you are ready to be on your own. But we’ll talk a lot more tomorrow. Now, enough about all that. I think Tim is pouring more wine. Let’s find something wickedly fun to talk about and I think I have just the thing.”

“Michele, how is your husband, Tim, about this? I don’t want to cause a problem with him.”

I laugh as I take one hand as Mom takes the other and we head back to the house, “Dear, you will learn soon that our man is one of the best men that might exist on this Earth. He’s waiting for us.”

Entering the house, Tim was sitting on the loveseat and four glasses of wine were s**ttered around the room at various chairs. Mom crawled onto the loveseat next to Tim and cuddle up to him after taking up her glass. I point to a chair to the side and I took the opposite one. Helen picked up the glass of wine, “You know I am still not old enough to drink in this state.”

I laughed, “And we still won’t say anything if you don’t. One rule, though, going forward will be no alcohol unless it is with us. We have various kinds around here and we like some but we don’t drink it heavily. Only with us, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay and that stops, too. We have names and ma’am is not one of them. Use Michele, Barb and Tim. Okay this might get a little confusing because I might say ‘Mom’ and with Tim it is sometimes ‘Sir’. But we’ll explain as we go.”

“Can I ask a question that has been nagging at me?”

“Sure, we’ll try to be as open with you as you are with us.”

“Barb is your mom. Tim is your husband.”

“Yes.” I broke into a huge smile, waiting.

“What are you smiling about?”

“Ask your question.”

“I’ve heard you two say ‘our man’, ‘our husband’. You’re over there and she is snuggled into Tim. What’s going on?”

“Okay, I told you we have secrets, too. This is one of them. Tim is both of our husbands. We accidently ended up feeling this was right when your father, my father, decided to try to ruin her life and divorce her. We entered into this relationship as equals. We all belong to each other. Not us to Tim, but each of us to the others.”

“Even you and Barb?”

“Yes. We truly do love each other that way.”

“Cool. And Juli knows about this, too?”

“Yes, actually several people do but we are careful about advertising it for obvious reasons.”

Mom said, “Tell her about the wedding. Not everything. Shoot, how do I take that back?”

Tim helped, “Barb, we don’t want to tell everything just yet. Suffice it to say that we just got back from a Caribbean island where we were legally married as a threesome. It might not be legal in the States but it is there. So we consider ourselves legally married.”

“Cool. You guys are really neat. What else?”

“What do you mean ‘what else’?”

“Come on! You said you have secrets. I shared my soul with you. If I am going to be here for a little while, shouldn’t I know more about you?”

I looked at Tim and Mom with questions in my eyes. They whispered back and forth while Helen and I both waited. It was Tim, “Helen, we agree. But, we want you to know that what we do has no implications on you. We live a different lifestyle here. It is not just the two women and I sharing the same bed. Yeah, I guess we just assumed you would make that connection. But there are other things different about our lifestyle. We understand that you have been in a situation where sexuality for you was forced to be repressed. Even if they were blatant about their own. Doesn’t seem quite fair, does it? Anyway, we are very sexual here. Unfortunately, you have gone from repressed sexuality to a very open and sharing sexuality.”

“Really? What does that mean, exactly?”

“Helen, maybe this is a good thing to get out in front of you now. If this is going to be too difficult for you we can make other arrangements for you. You trust that we want to help you? To give you the support and caring you haven’t really been able to benefit from? We also want to be sure you understand that the last thing we want you to feel is that you might be used or taken advantage of in a different way.”

“Yes! I believe that and I’ll do whatever I need to on my part to fit in.”

“If you are going to be here and allow us to try to help, we will demand a lot from you. Michele has already indicated that you’ll have some chores or responsibilities assigned to you. That is to be part of the family. Everybody has to pull their share of the load. You’ll find that that isn’t a terrible work load. This place is pretty easy to maintain and we have a lot of relax and fun time. Okay?”

“Understood. I was just ignored before and not allowed to do anything away from home. This will be nice.” She looked at me and smiled. “Michele has already indicated that I could help out with the dogs. I really like them and they seem to like me. That won’t even be work.”

“Good. And if you find you really like helping with a****ls, I am sure Juli could use some help, too. Besides the horses and cattle on the ranch which surrounds us here, she has a little farm with pigs and a few other things.”

“You’re going to turn me into a country-girl?”

“We don’t want to turn you into anything. That’s the point, Helen. We want to give you options that will give you something to make decisions about your future with. Schooling is a concern if your grades weren’t that good. A High School diploma doesn’t go far in the workplace, anymore. But we’ll worry about that, if you are still here.”

“I couldn’t afford college or even community college.”

“I didn’t say anything about you affording it. When the time comes, we will discuss that. We have certain expectations with education and hard work being primary. But the most important expectation is to be yourself. And that may mean for you to find out what you really are, first.”

“Find out who I am? Don’t I know who I am?”

“Frankly, I would be surprised if you did. Your life has been a series of repressions. You’ve been told what to do and what not to do. You’ve been beaten physically and mentally for doing something else, perhaps even if you didn’t know it was wrong. Like being beaten because you started exploring your sexuality. Sexuality is a normal part of life and repression is unhealthy. And around here that is a big one. You will have to find out for yourself what is right for you and that means going slow. Exposure to new things, talking about it, slowly exploring it, deciding what is right and what is not right for you. And that can evolve over time.”

“You guys keep mentioning your sexuality but you’re being evasive.”

Mom patted Tim’s chest and took over, “Honey, if we go further with this we will be telling you some things about ourselves that might shock or disgust you. But it is who we are. It is part of the lifestyle that we have and … well, frankly, despite our desire to help you we don’t think we should have to sacrifice who are in order to help you. Do you understand?”

“Yes. But I know I won’t think badly about anything.”

I smiled at her, “Dear, you are an adult as far the State is concerned. You may not have grown fully into one, yet. At eighteen, most people haven’t. Your exposure, especially, has been limited so just keep that attitude. What we do is enjoyable to us. There is nothing bad except in the eyes of some people so we are careful.”

“Okay.”

I took a deep breath, this time. “We’ve already indicated that we are very sexual here. Let me explain what that means. Barb and I are almost always naked. Tim likes us that way. Tim is usually in at least undershorts unless we are actively sexual. Normally we could have sex anywhere in the house or on the property.” I was watching her carefully. She was taking it in and looking between me and Mom and Tim as I talked.

“What do you mean Tim likes you that way? You do whatever he says?”

“I don’t want to get into all the details, I think you need to become fully aware in steps about us. But for me, yes, pretty much. Tim and I have rules to guide us but I am what is called a ‘submissive’, so he will tell me when and where and with whom. But there are clear rules or limits. You have to understand that I, Mom too, trust him completely so there is no danger for me. Mom on the other hand does what she is comfortable with and around here that is quite a lot. With others she is quite a bit more restrictive than I am.”

“So you are active with others, too?”

“Yes. Juli and Harry, who you haven’t met yet, are two we are sexually active with. There are others but we are careful.”

“What about me?”

“We don’t want you to be involved. Not yet. You need to be comfortable. We don’t want to be repressive again for you, but we don’t want you to go too fast and then have recriminations later about what you did. We have a friend who is not active in our grouping. She will be present, even when there is sex going on, but she isn’t active. She was abused physically and sexually so she is taking her time in returning to being active. She has become comfortable sitting in Tim’s lap and being playful but she remains dressed while others are enjoying sex. We want you to be comfortable but take it slow.”

“You mean I can be here with you while you have sex?”

“Only if you want. We can restrict ourselves to our bedroom for a little while but that is not how we have lived our lives. Actually, the bedroom isn’t the focal point of our activities.”

“For instance, where else?”

I smile. She is very curious and this conversation doesn’t seem to be bothering her in the least. “That chair for one. Mom or I or Juli will sit on Tim’s lap or Harry’s lap and be fucked.” I purposely, finally used that word to test her further reaction. She hardly reacted. She looked at me quickly, but not in shock. “The kitchen table for another, outside almost anywhere. We are far from anyone and surrounded by a ranch own by our friends. That’s why we can be naked anywhere here. Mom and I run around the property naked except for our socks and shoes. It is safe here.”

“Wow. You’re right about this being polar opposite to what I grew up with. But, you know what? It feels much more natural and honest. If it is what you like and enjoy and it doesn’t bother anyone else, it feels good and healthy. This is already amazing, but by the way you three look at each other I sense there is more, maybe something bigger that you are not quite letting out.”

Tim laughed, “We’re going to get along just fine, Helen! You are very sharp and perceptive. And you are right, there is something else. Are we ready for this disclosure ladies?” Mom and I both nodded while still watching Helen. “Helen, you might want to just go ahead and put you hand over your mouth in shock now before I tell you to save you time.” She giggled. “The dogs you like so much already? The ones that like you so much already? We don’t consider them to be pets. Oh sure, we have to take care of them as the a****ls they are but they are much more in this family.” We all paused and watched her as she returned her gaze to each of us. “These two love the dogs. Not like you might. They really love them sexually.”

Her mouth did drop open but her eyes were ablaze with excitement. “They fuck you?” And that is when her hand went to her mouth.

Mom laughed, “It’s okay, dear. We use that word, too. You’ve heard us. Remember, we are open here so express yourself. And, yes, they fuck us. Several times a day usually.”

“And Tim?” She looked shyly at him as she was singling him specifically in her inquiry.

“Oh, yes, definitely Tim, too. And Harry. The five of us are very sharing.”

“What does it feel like?”

“Sex you mean?”

“The dogs. What does it feel like with the dogs?”

I jumped in, “Slow down, Helen. You don’t even know what sex of any kind feels like. Remember our expectations. We want you to find out who you are and what you want. Not to be overly influenced or doing things because you think we want you. Remember our friend. That is who we want you to be like for now. Be an observer and experiment slowly, one small step at a time. If being here isn’t right for you, fine. No hard feelings, but no guilt. We’ll still try to help you get settled somewhere within some financial limitations. Okay? We want to try to make this what is best for you.”

She was quiet, staring at her knees and thinking. Her face seemed to take on a perplexed appearance. Then, “Why? I mean, why are you doing all this? Why are willing to do all this for me? You don’t even know me.”

Tim sat forward and looked into her eyes, “Excellent question, Helen. And one that means a lot to us. It indicates you are not comfortable just taking from us. To be honest, we asked ourselves the same question. Given your experience in life so far I would expect that you will relate more to the women for emotional support and comfort. I expect that. But I want you to know that what we have been talking about and want to do is all of us in complete agreement, including me. I know you will be likely have a harder time relating to me openly and trusting given your life. I hope that changes, though. I hope you find that there are men who can be trusting and caring. So you understand, Michele’s submission is not based on a need of mine to be dominant, it is a need of hers and we have limited it to sexuality and put limits on even that. As to why? In a perverted way we have a connection to you and your experience through the man who fathered you. As Barb and Michele have worked through their own issues with him, it provides a connection, a perspective, which we think we can help with. So, if you are willing to try this, we are.”

She stood up and looked at him, took a couple steps his way, “Would it be okay if I hugged you?”

We were all surprised. But he recovered quickly, “Of course.” Mom moved to the side and Tim put his arms out for her and she slid onto his lap and they hugged. He stroked her back and she pulled her head back and looked at him, then to us. She smiled and then kissed him on the cheek and put her head back onto his shoulder.

I smiled at Mom and Tim who was visible over her back. I think we have a new addition to the household. At least for a while. At least until she is strong enough for herself.

* * * CHAPTER 26: LIFE WITH HELEN BEGINS will follow * * * Thanks for reading.