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Skipper, Chapter Eleven - By: Beverly Taff While the others celebrated Sian and Margaret's exciting news, I went to the kitchen and made a show of checking the turkey in the oven. As I prodded it with a fork and checked the clock for the umpteenth time I sensed a presence behind me. I had been expecting it. "It'll be another hour or so before that's cooked," observed Elizabeth. "Yes," I agreed sensing that it would be prudent to let Elizabeth broach the subject of Sian and Margaret's news. Instead, I talked of cooking. "I'll start on the veg now. It's always an exercise in logistics getting it all to come together. It takes really nice timing." "Yes, just like Margaret and Sian's timing," replied Elizabeth. "I don't follow you." "Well they dropped that bombshell just at the right time, didn't they, or did you put them up to it?" "What!" I gasped, "What d'you mean? 'Put them up to it'." "After what I told you last night, about wanting children." "Oh that's a monstrous accusation! I remember now, they both went into town together the other morning. They never do that normally because Sian has the horses to see to. They must have been deliberately saving up the news for today as a very special Christmas present for me. I had no idea they were pregnant! Yes, I admit quite frankly that they wanted me to make them both pregnant but that was nearly two months ago. I allowed myself to be used, what shemale wouldn't? Just look at Margaret and Sian, whatever their sexuality they are two beautiful women. It was a mutually agreed arrangement between all three of us. But, I had not realised until this very morning that we had been successful! You've utterly misinterpreted their intentions! They have no idea about your feelings. I have never mentioned it to them. Your feelings are your business, what you told me last night remained strictly confidential. I wouldn't go broadcasting anybody's private feelings to others." "What you said last night, I kept in the strictest confidence! If there's one thing I've learned from transvestism it's that all personal stuff like that is a strictly private affair. I've never mentioned your feelings about children to anybody! They had no idea that their announcement might hurt you. Do you really think that we could be that nasty?" Elizabeth stared at me through tearful eyes for several moments then shook her head. "No, you're right, that was cruel of me, but you understand why I'm hurting." "No," I protested, "I don't understand! You're a mature woman who can make up her own mind. I can't understand why you're punishing yourself. If you want children, there are plenty of men out there. Go to donor if you must; use a turkey baster if you must! That's what Sian and Margaret did; well, the first time anyway." "And the second time? With you?" charged Elizabeth. "Well," I hesitated, "The second time they chose a different route, but that was mutual. We all agreed to it. I have not come between them and I never intend to." "That's my problem." "What?" "It's my partner. She doesn't want children; no that's wrong, she's afraid for us to have children." "Why's that?" "She thinks it will compromise my judicial position in the family courts." "And do you?" I countered. "I don't know. I can hardly act as a moral arbiter, if I'm an unmarried mother myself can I?" "Well that's your affair, though I personally think that if you've walked the walk, your entitled to talk the talk but in truth it's nothing to do with me has it? It's your row to hoe." The trouble is we live apart and only see each other at weekends. "Wait a minute!" I pretended to gasp, "Did you say she?" Elizabeth stared at me nervously as she waited for my response to develop. Then she whispered. "Yes." "You're telling me you're gay!" I whispered hoarsely, pretending to not let the other's hear. "Yes." I paused making the pretence of thoughtfulness. "But being gay doesn't stop you having children, it's your partner then." "Yes." "Does she not like children or is she afraid to have them?" "She's afraid; for me mainly. If I had an illegitimate child, eyebrows might be raised in the family courts. Family values and all that." "Hey don't knock family values. I know what I've got and if that's a family then long live family values. Anyway, I thought it was all about law and risk with you people. It seemed that way when I was up before you. As I remember, humanity and compassion didn't get a look in." "Don't make light of this Bev," sobbed Elizabeth, "my life's a mess." "Oh come off it Liz'!" I scolded her unsympathetically, "You're a judge for God's sake! You're successful and you've got the whole bloody world bowing and scraping at your feet." "The judge thing was to please my parents. I wanted to be a pediatrician. They found out about my lesbianism and warned me not to become a doctor, particularly anything to do with children or women. Law was the next best option." "Oh not another one," I sighed. "What d'you mean." "Well Sian's the same; tried to please her parents but they objected to her sexuality and bingo! The difference being is that her bigoted parents cut her off completely, no college and stuff for her. Count yourself lucky your parents helped you through college." "Well be that as it may, it doesn't alter the fact that I would like to have children." "Have you discussed it with your colleagues on the bench? They could give all the legal advice you might need; and free to boot! Anyway, they're supposed to be compassionate and understanding, aren't they?" I knew this last remark was stupid even before it had left my lips. Elizabeth gave me fatuous look. "Not bloody likely. They'd probably take it as an invitation to try and get inside my pants." "I thought judges were supposed to be wise." "Think again, some of them are just randy old lechers." "Well I can't see a way out then. You'll have to get your partner on board and that's the first thing. Then you'll have to go through a civil marriage. That's the first thing Sian and Margaret did to protect their children from the likes of -," I paused, I'd nearly let my own feelings surface. "Go on, say it!" challenged Elizabeth, "From the likes of me, the likes of us, the judges, the law!" I remained silent and concentrated on preparing the vegetables. I'd already given my feelings too much exposure. Elizabeth sensed my silence and watched me deliberating over the vegetables. "You still don't like us do you?" she ventured. "Define 'us'," I riposted, refusing to be drawn any further. "Oh you know who I mean; us the judges, us the doctors, us the social services, me, Sandie, Mrs Bodkin." "Oh it's not you I resent, it's the system. It's the way it can break right into an individual's life and rip his or her belly open like a carnivore trying disemboweling its victim. I feel like that prey, that victim, every time 'us the system' decides to disembowel me." Elizabeth fell silent at my description. "Is that what it really feels like?" "I can only speak for myself. God knows what it feels like for; - oh what's that word? ? Oh yes, 'ordinary' mothers, natural mothers. God knows what it feels like for them." "How is it different for them?" "They've got right on their side, they're the natural mothers. It must feel downright wicked for them when a child is taken from them. They can still kick back with right on their side. I of course, am the guilty one, the weirdo, and the perfect target; the sitting duck." "Yes, you gave me the children but they're not mine to keep. I know with a sickening certainty that they can be taken from me on the slightest pretext, the merest whim. Any social worker with an axe to grind, any piqued doctor or judge can tear the girls away from me under the slightest pretext. As I said, I feel like the victim, the disemboweled prey, rolling over to die with not even the merest whimper. Just a few feeble kicks and bingo, the girls are gone, the prey is dead. Ipso-facto I don't feel happy with the system or those in it." "Even after all we did for you. That sounds bloody ungrateful," charged Elizabeth. "Well that's me, warts and all. The trouble is, the more I grow to like them, the more vulnerable I feel. Anyway, what do my feelings count for? Let's drop it. Pass that strainer, these veg will soon be ready." The work in the kitchen was coming to a head and we were too busy to discuss anything further. The smell of cooking attracted the others and the opportunity to talk further disappeared as tasks and duties were shared out. Christmas dinner proved to be my triumph. The preparations for the food had tested my patience and confidence but I managed to avoid any really serious catastrophes. The rest of the day was spent in traditional pastimes like adults sleeping off the food and children outside in the snow with whatever new toys suited the outdoors. The snow was a huge plus but even as the daylight faded, the weather was getting milder again. I knew the snow would be gone by Boxing Day morning. Not for Britain the long stable seasons like the continental countries. Our maritime climate made for frequent sudden changes and huge temperature swings. Supper was a casual 'pick and mix' affair as individuals chose their fancies. The girls and I played board games in the drawing room whilst the other adults 'couch potatoe'd, their way through the evening. Eventually, eyelids started to droop and the children made for bed of their own volition. Elizabeth joined me in putting them to bed then she ambushed me as I went into my own bedroom to visit the lavatory. "What now?" I demanded as I crossed my legs desperately. "Can we talk some more?" "Not now, I'm bursting." "I'll wait." I closed and locked the lavatory door behind me so that nobody could accuse me of anything improper. As I sat down I reflected that I was becoming paranoid again. The stress of having a judge, a psychiatrist and the caseworker all crowding in on top of me was getting me down. Now to cap it all, I suspected that the very judge who had reserved the case to herself was pestering me to use my body. I was determined not to get embroiled in any complications with Judge Elizabeth. God alone knew what legal catastrophes might ensue. I spent an unnecessarily long time on the lavatory as I tried to marshal my defenses. Finally Elizabeth became impatient and knocked softly. "Are you OK?" "Yes, just wait a minute." There was no hiding place so I reluctantly emerged to face her. "Do you think I should marry my partner then?" she asked. "I don't know. I don't know how much you feel for her or how committed you are to each other." "She cares. It's just that she's an engineer and there's no work around these parts." "Can't you move to be near her? I thought judges moved around. Isn't there something called a circuit judge?" "It's not that easy. I'm still a junior judge. It takes time." "And your clock's ticking I suppose. Well whatever you do, you'd best sort it with her. It's no good having a child if you're not both totally committed." "Yes I know all about that thank you! I'm a judge in the family division you know!" she snapped sarcastically. "Could I ever forget it?" I snapped back. Elizabeth was mildly surprised. I had never snapped at her before, indeed, I suspected nobody had ever snapped at her since becoming a judge. She must have realised that she had finally crossed some indiscernible line and she just studied me silently. I let her stare for a few moments then stepped past her to sit at my vanity and repair my makeup. She stepped onto the landing and I heard her talking on her mobile. Judging by the terms of endearment, I presumed it was her erstwhile lover. Later she rejoined me in the kitchen where I was filing the dishwasher and generally clearing away the remains of supper. The kitchen had somehow become our private refuge and she cornered me as I returned uneaten stuff to the fridge. "She wants to meet you." "Who?" "Jane, my partner." "Why?" "To discuss our baby." "By that I hope you mean hers and yours." "Well, we'll need a father." "So go to a sperm bank." "Why, do you think I'm not good enough for your baby?" "Do you think it would be wise for a presiding judge to be intimately and sexually involved with a plaintiff or defendant?" I countered. "You're neither, you're an applicant." "Whatever, I'm not concerned with my circumstances. I'm worried that you're letting your hormonal clock rule your legal brain." "Nobody need know." "They always know, somehow, they always find out." "Nobody's found out about Martina and Sissy." I couldn't answer this observation. It was true, only a very discreet few knew that Sissy was a father to Chenille and Martina. The real reason that secret had survived was because those that knew, all had 'long tails', i.e., secrets that could be used against them. As I considered this question I began to feel that we had been remiss in enlightening, Elizabeth, Sandie and Mrs Bodkin about Martina's parentage. Once the courts found out, there was no knowing where things would lead. Then my mind made the next step. 'If Elizabeth had my child, she would grow a 'long tail and I might find myself on more secure ground'. Then I silently scolded myself for being so cynical. That sort of 'blackmail' relationship was no way to bring a child into this world. It was essential for all concerned adults to have respect and affection for each other and the newly arrived child. If this was to be the case, then I would have to meet this Jane. If I were to father another child, I would want to see that it was entering a stable, loving, durable relationship. Reluctantly I agreed to meet her. "O.K., I'll meet her. Where and when?" "That took long enough to agree to, why the uncertainty?" demanded Elizabeth. "Natural caution," I lied. Elizabeth eyed me suspiciously then nodded slowly. "OK then, when can she come down?" "When do you want? I'm retired, my time's my own, the sooner the better for me. Get it over with as it were." "Well Sandie and Mrs Bodkin cant find out. So it will have to be after they've gone." "That's probably after Boxing Day," I observed. "OK, can we make it the twenty seventh?" "When do you go back?" "I'm off until after the new year. We could make it a little holiday. Jane's off over the same period and the girls are off school. It'll be nice for Jane to see how sweet children can be. The job Jane's supervising is shut down over the holiday as well." I agreed reluctantly. My chosen transvestite life was becoming too complicated. Retired for less than a year and already I was an adoptive 'mother, - father, I wasn't sure which,' to two delightful girls. I had become a biological father to two more and now a lesbian judge no less, wanted me to father her child. You couldn't write a novel with a storyline like that! We finished in the kitchen and we returned to the drawing room. All the adults were sleeping in their chairs so I bid Elizabeth good night and made my way to bed. She eyed me expectantly but I wagged my head silently. In the hall at the bottom of the stairs I explained. "I'm not getting involved in any way until you and your partner Jane have resolved all the issues. Now I'm off up to my own bed. I suggest you either rejoin the sleeping beauties in the drawing room or you make your own way across the yard to your bedroom in Margaret and Sian's. Reluctantly, she slipped on her Wellingtons and sloshed her way through the melting snow to 'The West Barn' as we had come to call Margaret and Sian's new home. I slipped quietly up stairs and savoured the luxury of slipping into the exciting new sleep-suite that Santa Clause had brought. I was woken by the inevitable thunder of the eight feet thundering along the landing to my room and the mass invasion of my bed. There we chatted and planned the rest of the Christmas Holidays until eventually Sandie and Mrs Bodkin appeared. "The snow's gone, so we'll be on our way," said Mrs Bodkin. "Oh, I'll make breakfast then while you pack. Come on children, go and get dressed." I shooed them back to their bedroom and slipped on my dressing gown. In the kitchen I pressed the newly installed 'intercom' across the yard and called the others over to breakfast. By the time everybody was assembled, I had breakfast ready. Sandie and Mrs Bodkin made their farewells and Mrs Bodkin drove Sandie to the station. The children went hacking with Sandie so only Elizabeth, Margaret and I were left to chat. Naturally, the talk turned to Margaret and Sian's babies. Elizabeth asked Margaret and me dozens of questions. "Crickey!" protested Margaret, "you're like the flippin' Spanish Inquisition." "I have to have as many answers as possible for Jane," declared Elizabeth. "I think it's more a case of Jane seeing for herself," answered Margaret. "Seeing what?" "Seeing how good it can be. Seeing what we've got here." Elizabeth fell silent. In truth I had to agree with Margaret. Since she and Sian had arrived with their children we had become a happy little community. It was obvious that Elizabeth liked the lifestyle. We had realised this when she had enthusiastically entered into the spirit of Christmas and not made an issue of being stuck here during snowstorm. We chatted at length until noon when the clip-clop of hooves told us that the others had returned from riding. I got up to prepare cold cuts and re-heats from the remains of the Christmas Dinner and by the time the horses were bedded, a hot meal awaited the girls. As they changed from their riding clothes the girls chattered excitedly about where they had been and whom they had met. It seemed that Sian was well known in riding circles and her name was an 'open-sesame' across most of the private farmland in the district. They had even been invited for coffee at a rather large stately home. "My we are moving up in the world, aren't we girls!" I joked "It was really nice mummy," declared Jenny, "this lady was a dame and she was out riding with her son and daughter. She knew Sian really well and she invited us back. "Her son's nearly twelve. He's really dishy," giggled Chenille coquettishly. We adults exchanged knowing smiles. Jenny and Chenille were nearly ten but even so they were still young. Kids today, seemed so much more advanced. "His younger sister's nice too," added Beatrice. "Oh I'm pleased to hear that." Martina interrupted eagerly. "Yes, she's very nice," and smiled self-consciously as she added, "she's got a fabulous doll collection but I like her cos she was kind enough to let me play with it. I'd like to marry her when I grow up." His sisters giggled at this declaration but they did not ridicule him. Elizabeth gave me a knowing smile. She had at last learned that however effeminate a transvestite might be, they were still attracted to the opposite sex if they were heterosexual. "That would be interesting," she observed quietly, as the children moved out of earshot into the dining room. "What would?" I replied. "Martina and the baroness's daughter getting married." "How do you know she's a baroness?" "I'm a judge. I've dined with her at several functions. Her husband is the lord lieutenant of the next county. Judges tend to move up into such circles when we get appointed." I pulled a wry lopsided smile. They were circles I had little time for even though the local power often lay in such circles. "So you couldn't see Martina and this baroness's daughter walking down the aisle of some fashionable country church with matching bridal outfits and bouquets." "Not at some major country wedding with the whole county set attending." "If this baroness knows Sian so well, she must know about the rift between Sian and her parents." "I've no doubt she does, but she probably doesn't mind about lesbianism." "Yes, I've heard that anything goes in the upper classes provided you don't scare the horses." We both shared an amused smile and followed the others into lunch. After lunch we decided on another shopping expedition to the Boxing Day sales and markets in Bournemouth. Then we took the children to see a traditional evening pantomime. This caused Martina's eyes to widen with envious surprise when she realised that Cinderella's mother and two ugly sisters were actually men dressed up as 'pantomime dames'. All the way home she pumped the adults for facts about pantomime dames and different pantomimes. Finally she boldly declared that she was going to be in pantomimes when she grew up. We adults all smiled. It was gone midnight when we finally arrived home and we carried the sleeping Beatrice and Martina straight up to bed. Jennifer and Chenille stayed up a little later but soon they joined their younger siblings as sleep overtook them. The same weariness overtook us and we exchanged 'goodnights' as Elizabeth, Sian and Margaret crossed the yard to the barn whilst I made my way alone to my room. The following day, as agreed, Elizabeth's partner Jane arrived just after lunch after the children had gone riding without Sian. Elizabeth gave her partner the grand tour during which they obviously had a deep discussion. They returned from the stables just as Margaret was coming home from town and we sat down to start our deliberations. Firstly Jane asked many questions about my relationship with Sian and Margaret. Had I come between them emotionally? Did I try to enforce my will? Did I interfere with the upbringing of the children? Was I a bully or a chauvinist? Etc, etc,etc. My very appearance as a very passable, sweet little lady answered a lot of Jane's questions and eventually set her mind at ease. Then I pitched in and my questions were just as blunt. Did Jane see her relationship with Elizabeth enduring? Would she stand by Elizabeth if she was outed and possibly lost her job? Was she prepared to stick by Elizabeth if things just got 'sticky' on the bench for an 'unmarried lesbian mother'? Would I be allowed to see the child? Would my fatherhood be acknowledged? My questions went on and on. I think Jane was quite nonplussed by my rigorous questioning, but it did make her examine her motives and relationship with Elizabeth. Indeed, at one stage, even Elizabeth got agitated. "My God!" she protested, "And people say judges ask too much. You really are like the Inquisition!" "Better now than after the child is born and you find you can't stand each other!" I riposted vigorously. "What happens if you get postnatal depression? What happens if you fall out over the baby? What happens if one becomes jealous of the other's feelings towards the baby? This is exactly how it felt for me when you put me through the hoops in your courtroom!" This took the wind out of Elizabeth's sails. She stared at me as she realised what she and Jane had just been exposed to. A typical family court investigation of one's most intimate and personal life details and habits. She turned to Margaret and Sian in beseechment. "Was it like this for you?" Sian nodded then Margaret spoke. "That is exactly how it feels. Nice isn't it?" "Yeah," added Jane, "just the sort of thing to reassure a lesbian couple who feel vulnerable enough as it is. And as for Bev's torments, well, the less said the better." Elizabeth got the message but she bounced back. "Well my relationship with Jane is strong enough to withstand such assaults." "You hope," finished Margaret, "because you can never tell." "Oh that's not fair!" objected Jane, "We've been together now for over seven years." "That's not quite right," I corrected, "you've been lovers for over seven years. You haven't actually lived together as parents to a child. You'd best have a long chat with Margaret and Sian about that. There are a lot of sacrifices." "Why shouldn't we ask you?" asked Elizabeth. "I have no experience of raising a newborn baby. My girls came to me as 'ready made' little darlings, as it where. Whilst they are lovely kids, I've absolutely no experience of nursing or mothering a fractious babe- in-arms." "Yes, I see," replied Elizabeth thoughtfully. "Then you'll have to answer those awkward questions about the father. Especially if you choose Beverly as the sire." Sian chuckled as she turned to Margaret. "We're not breeding horses here darling but you're right. Remember the awful time when Chenille learned that Sissy was her father. Sissy had to take her on a trip London whilst he dressed as a man and reassured her that he was still a man but he preferred to live as a girl. He got round it by saying that living as a girl was much nicer than living as a boy and she gradually came round." Margaret continued the saga. "Yes, Chenille, little madam that she is, made Sissy take her up to London to various museums and things about ten times dressed as her father until at last she agreed for him to take her to see 'Cats' whilst he was dressed as her aunt." "Since then though, they've been the best of friends," finished Sian Elizabeth smiled then fell to chuckling. "Is that really what he had to do?" "You bet," smiled Margaret. Elizabeth turned to me. "I hope you'll be prepared to do that for our child, even if it's a boy." "I'll do my best but you can see now, some of the complications. I just hope that if it's a boy, he won't reject me for being what I am." "Yeah, that could be a problem," added Jane, "bizarrely you're very lucky that Martina's a transvestite." "Who told you about that?" "Margaret, just now in the kitchen, she said that there should be no stones unturned." "So be it," I finished, "she's probably right; she usually is." "You three are very supportive of each other," observed Elizabeth, "I like that." "We get on fine and there's no competition for our emotions," replied Sian. "Except from the girls," I laughed. "Except from the girls," agreed Margaret. "Let's hope it works out like this for you." Just then the girls returned from riding. To our surprise, Sian's baroness friend and her children accompanied them. The arrival of the larger party in the yard interrupted our deliberations and we made the unexpected visitors welcome. They had returned to us because the baroness's son's horse had loosened a shoe. Introductions and apologies were exchanged for causing inconvenience but our farm was well up to handling unexpected guests. The baroness had already arranged for their party and horses to be collected by her husband and handyman in their horse carrier. We made them welcome and they gratefully helped finish off the turkey. We made all the usual polite after Christmas jokes about turkey this and turkey that. Elizabeth and Sian had lots in common with the baroness and they chatted easily. Meanwhile, her son Peter and daughter Melanie were dragged away by the girls to see the stables whilst thy bedded down their own ponies. Eventually, the Baron arrived driving the horsebox and the horses were quickly loaded. We waved them off and returned to our discussion. That night Elizabeth and Jane approached me on the landing as I was going to bed. They were both in their nightdresses and I was surprised that they had decided to commence things so quickly. "Are you quite sure about this? No recriminations in the morning." They both declared their contentment and I cautiously invited them into my boudoir. Jane watched me undressing and I felt shy so I turned away. Elizabeth scolded her partner for being rude. Jane apologised saying, that 'because of the planned activities', she had perceived me as a boy. I soon corrected her misapprehensions by opening my nightdress and exposing my ripe firm breasts. Her eyes widened appreciatively and then they fell to the noticeable bulge in my lacy panties. "Gosh Beverly, apart from 'that' you really are a lady." "Why thank you ma-am," I curtsied politely. "Oh stop playing hard to get," protested Elizabeth. She patted the bed beside her eagerly and Jane invited me to go first. "Oh so I'm the meat in the sandwich am I?" I giggled. "Oh yes," chuckled Jane as she squeezed up to my soft curvy butt. I felt her fingers explore the soft ripe curves and she sighed. "Mmm, this is nice. I could fancy you myself." "Hand's orf," demanded Elizabeth, "She's mine first." Like an obedient pet, I lay on my back as Elizabeth mounted me. I indulged Elizabeth twice and then to my surprise, I discovered Jane wanted to try it. "I thought you detested boys?" I whispered nervously. "You're hardly a boy darling, not with these." She gently cupped my breasts and caressed my nipples with her tongue. I gasped urgently and my cock stiffened yet again. Fortunately my girly libido gave me plenty of stamina. I could orgasm several times just like a girl To my surprise, Jane made me lie on top and she crushed me to her as her thighs parted to invite me in. As our breasts and nipples squished together I whispered. "Are you sure you want me this way?" "Of course, this is how I like it with Elizabeth." I fell silent for I did not think it right to exchange bedroom secrets about one's partner. What Jane and Elizabeth did was not my business. However, Jane's declaration did not seem to offend Elizabeth and I gently started to perform my duties. As I gently humped away, I felt Elizabeth's hands gently caressing my butt. "Mmm, these are lovely curves Beverly. You're so lucky." I just sighed softly and luxuriated in my task. "Mmm, Bev, you're really something," gasped Jane as her needs took her. "Why's that?" I croaked as my own urges took control. "You're so soft and curvy everywhere but where it matters. And there you're as hard as iron. This is lovely, it's as stiff as any dildo and yet it's a real cock. You could make a fortune with the sisterhood; so girly yet so hard!" I ignored her last words because my climax was approaching. We did not share a mutual climax. I came before Jane but I managed to retain my erection long enough for her to indulge her own needs. She finally exploded under me like a storm tossed sea and squealed in her passions as Elizabeth tried to silence her. "Quiet darling, you'll wake the children!" I realised Elizabeth's fears and adopted a tactic of my own. I gently pressed my cheek against Jane's lips and silenced her whimpering. Elizabeth caught my eye as I glanced sideways. Then she got the message and gently placed her lips on Jane's as my lips came up against Elizabeth's ear. Thus we quieted Jane down and surrendered to our intimate embrace. Eventually our passions subsided and we rearranged ourselves with me spooning against Elizabeth's butt whilst she and Jane slept in each other's arms. I was demonstrating physically that I would never come between them except to serve where needed. In the morning we indulged each other again before noises from the children's bedroom presaged their arrival. Jane and Elizabeth froze with fear but I reassured them. "They often find Margaret, Sian and me together in bed, so this is little Different, just a minute." I reached across to my bedside drawers and pulled out my control panty. After deftly hauling it up my legs, any vestiges of manhood were swiftly suppressed and I scrambled into the centre position. There, we three sat up like three wise monkeys to await the children's appearance. The ensuing rumble of little feet down the hall announced their arrival and I called through the door for them to come in without knocking. They plunged in then hesitated as they saw two strangers where usually there would occasionally have been Sian and Margaret. I held out my hands to invite them and reassure them so they clambered onto the bed and squeezed into their favoured positions. As the children cuddled up to us, the bedside phone rang. Margaret and Sian were checking. I answered the phone and invited them to join us. If Elizabeth and Jane were to see exactly how good it could be with children, they deserved to see how regularly we all clambered into bed in the morning. After Margaret and Sian had joined us, to the excited squeals of the girls, Jane declared that it was like sharing the famous 'Grandma's Feather bed' in John Denver's song. Later in the kitchen after the children had gone riding with Sian and Margaret had slipped into her office in Poole, Elizabeth and Jane confided in me. "We never thought it could be this good," said Jane. "I often used to climb into bed with my parents on Sunday mornings, but this, this is so much fun." "And nothing unsavoury about it, you'll note," I added. "Yes, that's the nice thing, though I liked your touch with the panty control girdle." "Needs must be met, when the devil cracks his whip," I finished. "So what are your planes now?" The pair hesitated and exchanged nervous looks. I smiled knowingly. "Go on, now you want to tell me you want to stay until after the New Year." After more hesitation they nodded self-consciously. "What is it?" I sighed. "Well, we' we're not yet at out most fertile in our cycles, New Year's day is when we're at our most fertile. Jane just checked her diary and because we're so intimate, we are in menstrual synch." "So you want to make sure do you?" I pressed. They nodded then the thought struck me. "Wait a minute, you said 'we'." Jane hung her head and nodded confessionally. "Yes, after that fun with the girls this morning, I want one as well." I fell silent. It was not for me to be judgemental but they would be my children, after all. "Are you sure of this, what happens if you have boys and they don't want to come into bed, as they grow older? You know what boys are like." "I still want a child," said Jane, "Even if he's a boy, he'll come in to bed with us for the first few years before he grows self-conscious." "Well, I think you'd better chat with Sian and Margaret when they get back. I'm happy to serve you if you're really serious but my conditions still stand. I want access to my children even if they don't know I'm their father." Both Elizabeth and Jane wrapped their arms around me and kissed me fervently. Then we prepared lunch for the children. That afternoon, my ship was scheduled into Poole so I had business with the harbour master and stevedores. Elizabeth and Jane agreed to accompany us into town and entertain the girls whilst I was busy. When I met them again, I had some interesting news for Jane. There were developments in the Port of Poole and plans for expansion. My ship and her trade were integral parts of the plan. The port manager and the harbourmaster had let me in on the confidential plans because my ship was tied up closely with developments. The route to Spain was expanding and plans were afoot to build a small container terminal with a 'portainer gantry crane'. Would I be interested in investing any capital in the port infrastructure or buying shares in a bigger vessel for the Iberian trade? I told them that I would have to speak with my bankers and my partners (whom I did not identify as Billy and Mac,) then I would get back to them. There was then talk of the need to employ a terminal manager and the idea was to employ a civil or mechanical engineer in that capacity as container terminal manager. The said manager could then double up as a permanent port engineer instead of the authority employing an outside specialist every time that a technical engineering input was required. When I heard of this opportunity, I immediately thought of Jane. She was currently working on a project in the midlands but our conversations had determined that the contract ended within a few months and she would have to move on to a new project. I knew Jane was keen to find permanent work near Elizabeth and this might prove a perfect match-up. When I mentioned it to her on the drive home she almost hugged the life out of me. "Hey! Careful love, you nearly had me off the road," I remonstrated as the Landrover veered sharply. "Can you really put in a word for me?" she squealed excitedly. "I don't know. It's all very tentative at the moment. They are only just discussing funding." I wasn't going to build Jane's hopes up, but the truth was, that if I could organise some of the finance then I would have a useful say in how the project was to progress. As I drove the last few miles home I could sense the excitement building up between Elizabeth and Jane. If this deal came off they would be able to set up home together somewhere between Dorset and Devon. That night they showed their gratitude by indulging me whilst simultaneously improving their chances of getting pregnant. What was better, if I could get Jane the job of Port Engineer it would mean I would be living near to my children. End of Chapter Eleven - To Be Continued