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Chapter two of six. Thanks to GrandTeton for editorial assistance.
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About three weeks after we’d looked at all those properties we signed off and became the owners of 14 Orchard Drive. I supposed there’d been an orchard somewhere in that vicinity once upon a time. The realtors told me that there was still an apple tree on one of the properties that the bulldozer had missed. It wasn’t on ours.
Getting the mortgage had been a real problem. We were turned down twice, once by the place where we used to bank, not because we couldn’t carry the mortgage – that was no problem after I’d driven the price down so far – and not because we couldn’t drop in a big enough down payment. Barbara had significant savings we hadn’t known about that she was prepared to put at our disposal and Stacey and I each had a reasonable nest egg set aside. No, finally the bank’s appraiser had decided the place needed to be condemned and was worthless as security. Took her long enough.
Eventually we got fed up and simply maxed out our available lines of credit and a new one we were able to get over and above the mortgage on the old house. Adding the closing costs meant we’d be cash-strapped for a while, but we could get part of the cleanup done and some paint splashed on and the sheetrock repaired over the next few weeks and would be back on track within a couple of months. It was a good thing we had somewhere to live in the meantime.
As it turned out, Stacey was as good at renovations as had been promised. Of course, I knew that already. I put in a lot of grunt work, but I have to admit the other two worked just as hard. My hidden talent – one always comes out when you do renovations, it seems – actually turned out to be two. The one I would never have expected is that while Stacey had a great eye for what a room should look like at the end, and generally what colours would work, my eye was a little better in picking the exact shades. We worked really well together. That talent hadn’t shown up when we fixed up our own place for some reason. The other, less desirable (to me, at least) talent was that I did an excellent job crack filling. I really wish I didn’t. Even with a respirator I got plaster dust in my mouth and everywhere. The sander was connected to the vacuum which had the heavy plaster dust filter and there was still dust everywhere. I’ve got to admit that when I was sanding plaster I chased everybody out of the house. The girls enjoyed being taken to the park. It was a lot more interesting than watching Mommy and Daddy and Barbara painting.
Barbara put in as much time as the rest of us, of course, having committed to our family unit, and having been accepted into it by all of us. She was the purchasing agent. Barbara could make a nickel squeal though she was generous with her time and her assets. Everything we needed came a lot cheaper than I had expected, or even than Stacey the optimist had thought. It took a little extra time, but time’s free when you’re having fun, and Barbara was having fun.
One of Barbara’s innovations was to make me buy a pickup truck. I couldn’t believe that it was necessary or even efficient until I heard the quoted delivery charge for a couple of sheets of gypsum board. Then I got looking.
I paid more for the truck than I’d hoped, but then used trucks don’t fall off in value the way cars do. I got more truck than I’d been looking for, too. Frankly, a three-quarter ton is a lot more workhorse than a half-ton, and not just half again, either. With that kind of ability I supposed I might have to go into renovations full time to justify the expense of the truck. I wrote half the cost off in my mind as worth paying to simply have a truck. Every guy ought to have a truck. It’s part of being a guy. For some reason banks will lend you the full price of a vehicle no matter how stressed out your credit is. Maybe it’s because they figure a guy will do anything to save his truck from repossession. I wasn’t originally a truck kind of guy, but I knew I’d do whatever it took to save mine.
Barbara said that when she took the truck to a building supply place it was usually worth an extra three to five per cent off on the order, an advantage even she hadn’t seen. A guy with a truck had to be a lot more serious customer than one in a family sedan, I suppose. Stacey put her foot down and told me that if I wanted to continue to live in the family I could not grow a walrus mustache to go with the truck. She didn’t mind the cowboy hat as long as I left it in the truck. There are some things a guy’s got to do.
It seemed strange to be browbeaten by my wife who saved her sexual favours for her girlfriend, but it was nice that we were so comfortable with each other now that she felt she could nag me a little and that I’d take it, too. I was conflicted, but I didn’t try to grow the mustache.
About six weeks after we’d taken possession of the house we had made a lot of progress. The three of us were painting, finishing up, really, the master bedroom on ‘my’ side of the house. The girls were sleeping in the finished guest room down the hall. We were maybe three weeks from occupancy.
‘So,’ Stacey said. ‘What kind of a woman are we going to find for Robert?’
‘Are you really able to do that, love?’ Barbara asked.
‘No, I don’t want some other woman to have Robert. I have to share him with another woman, one I approve of, only because I can’t give him everything I promised in my wedding vows and I’m not prepared to release him, or myself, from the other vows we made.’
‘I suppose we could hire out the position,’ Barbara drawled. She seemed very unhappy at the idea.
‘No!’ – Stacey – ‘No!’ – me.
‘Didn’t really think that was an option, but we had to reject it out loud, guys.’
‘Look, Stacey,’ I asked, ‘are you serious about it having to be someone you approve of?’
‘Of course!’ Stacey and Barbara chorussed.
‘We want to keep this as a family unit if we can,’ Barbara explained. ‘To do that we have to be happy with the person you bring into our midst. It can’t just be someone you think of as the sex machine. She’ll have regular contact with our daughters. Sex without love isn’t going to last, anyway, and it wouldn’t be fair to the other woman, either. It’s not going to be easy for her, having to love three people and the girls, not just the one guy, loveable as he is.’ She laughed.
Stacey laughed, too. ‘I don’t think Robert has figured out yet that this will work best if we pick out his next wife for him.’
I must have blanched or something. I was certainly startled.
‘No,’ Barbara said. ‘I don’t think he has. So, Robert, what physical type are you looking for?’
‘Someone who’s a duplicate of Stacey, or maybe I’ll take someone who looks just like you.’
‘It really doesn’t matter, does it, Robert, if she’s the right one?’
‘No, no it doesn’t. I didn’t think you were my type, Stace, but you are. Now you define my type. It’ll have to be someone with the capacity for a lot of love, and if we can find that I suppose what she looks like or does is secondary. Do you think statuesque blonde sex goddesses are capable of a lot of love? Perhaps we should start with them?’
‘Don’t be an idiot, Robert,’ Barbara chastised. ‘We have absolutely no idea how to go about this. I thought I was free of the whole dating game, and then I ran into Stacey and the rest is history. I was certainly not looking for someone.’
‘If we don’t know how to do this, are you sure we shouldn’t start with blonde sex goddesses?’
‘Be serious,’ Stacey said. ‘Maybe we don’t know how to do this, but we do know some of the ways not to do this. Chasing after blonde sex goddesses is for sure not the way to do this.’
‘Do I get any choice in the matter?’
‘Certainly. All three of us have to have an absolute veto.’
That was it for that night, but all of us were thinking about how to find the soulmate we all
wanted, though no one had as much need as I did. Actually, Stacey and Barbara both wanted to find someone who could take them off the hook for having stolen away my marital rights. That’s a lot more cynical that their thoughts warranted. In the first place, they hadn’t stolen them. That would take volition. They never wanted to do me harm. They wanted to find someone for me, not to get them off a guilt trip. At least, that wasn’t all of it.
The next morning none of us was prepared to go into the subject further, and certainly not while the girls were around. Me finding someone else, or someone additional, actually, was going to be hard enough on them. Stacey and Barbara had a little conflab while I was finishing the breakfast dishes.
‘We’ve decided to introduce you to some of our friends, see who you might like and who you can’t stand.’
‘Are you matchmaking?’
‘Sure.’
I supposed that if they were friends of the two of them, at least they were starting with someone who they, at least, would get along with, so I didn’t need to wonder about that part of the equation. I hadn’t done this before. I felt extremely uneasy and wondered if either Stacey or Barbara would let the intended victim know that all I was really looking for was a source of sex. I already knew that I had what I wanted from the rest of what a marriage brings: friendship, support, love, even children.
I wasn’t going cruising bars, but I wasn’t too sure of where else I might come across a congenial woman to share a part of my life. As I said, I’d dealt with that back in high school and had never looked back. Why should you, when you’ve already found your soulmate? In a sense I still had her. Stacey wasn’t any more experienced than I was, really. She’d been hooked up with me from age fourteen, not physically, perhaps, except for some kissing. We’d just fit. We’d started university before we got into the explorations some of the other kids tried years earlier. I was a little lost in this new world.
Barbara had been single before she met Stacey again at the reunion. She’d had a couple of hetero relationships and a couple with women. None had lasted more than six months. She hadn’t found her soulmate, not until recently, so she had at least some advice on the dating scene. She’d found most of the men and women she’d hooked up with at parties, though she wasn’t all that keen on party-going as a way to find congenial mates since it seemed to her to be an artificial atmosphere where people generally weren’t the same as they were at home. She’d done better in everyday contexts such as shopping, concerts and coffee shops. One guy she’d lived with for six months she’d just run into on the street when she wasn’t looking.
Stacey and I laughed at that. We hooted when she told us about the woman she’d shared a life with for four months who she’d first met on a blind double date some friends had arranged. She’d been the other guy’s date.
‘Did the guys get together, too?’
‘No, I’m sorry I can’t produce that degree of symmetry for you.’ We all laughed again.
I thought that I should at least try a party, now that we had the new house almost ready for occupancy. It was like a house anywhere. It would never be finished, or at least it would always have things that needed doing. We’d got both dishwashers working, though we’d had to replace one. Only one clothes washer worked, but both dryers had been repaired and the refrigerators and kitchen ranges were fully functional. The cosmetic work was nearly complete and we were finally mostly free of plaster dust. I only had two of the bedrooms on my side to finish painting. We were going to move the furniture that weekend.
***
I was over in the laundromat where we washed drop cloths and other heavily encrusted items, on the theory that the big commercial washers could do a better job of cleaning them than our domestic appliances. I’d bring them home to dry. There was a small woman there, maybe five two, small breasted, brown hair, sort of cute but rundown, looking plainer than she had to, I thought, likely about my age. Not my type, certainly. I still had tall blonde goddesses running through my mind, and even if there weren’t any of them out there she had nowhere near the presence Stacey had, or Barbara. She had been preparing to wash baby clothes, though I hadn’t noticed a wedding ring. Happens a lot these days, of course. No reason to think she was unattached.
‘Oh shit,’ she exclaimed.
‘Sorry?’ I replied, even though the remark hadn’t been addressed to me.
‘Excuse me. I shouldn’t have said that. I’ve forgotten my laundry soap. The stuff they have in here will make a mess of the baby’s things.’
‘I’ve got kids and there’s a corner store at the end of the block. If you’ll keep an eye on my wash I’ll run get you some while you sort.’
‘I can’t ask you to do that!’
‘I offered. Besides, you’ve got the baby to look after as well as your things. Back in a flash.’
Being a knight errant, even if it was only getting laundry soap for delicates, was definitely not my style. I’m not morose, of course, but I didn’t usually offer to help strangers, either. On the other hand, the poor soul had the baby and the laundry. The least I could do was spend a couple of the minutes I had to wait for my wash anyway helping her out. The store had what I needed, perhaps surprisingly, as many smaller stores didn’t carry it. I figured a big box was better than a small one. Babies the size of the one she’d been tending were going to make lots of laundry for the weeks ahead.
‘I can’t pay you for that,’ she said the minute I came back through the door. She’d managed to sort her laundry into the correct piles while I’d been gone, and to reserve the washer she needed. ‘I only have the change I need to do my things.’
‘No problem. Another time.’
‘No, I’m sorry, I mean ever.’
‘Still no problem. I’m Robert, by the way.’
‘Amber. I can’t accept charity.’ She looked to be about ready to cry.
‘It’s not for you, sweetheart, it’s for the baby, my damsel in distress. She is a she, I hope. Otherwise I’ll have to turn in my knight errant card.’
She laughed, even though it was a poor attempt at humour.
‘Yes, meet Deirdre. Deirdre, meet Sir Robert, your latest admirer.’
I stuffed my finished wash in the laundry bag and waved goodbye. I’d do the drying at home.
‘Bye Amber, Lady Deirdre.’
‘Goodbye.’
***
‘All right,’ Stacey said, ‘it’s time to get the word out that you’re in the market, Robert. I have no idea what kind of response there will be to someone with a couple of kids. I think it’s simpler for a guy, since nobody expects him to be the responsible one. You’ll surprise some of them, though I don’t think it will put off anyone we want to share our home with. I doubt you need to mention the situation up front.’
‘Just be you,’ Barbara added. ‘ We’ll see what we can do to generate an invitation or two, and if you don’t put on some weird persona you should find women you can talk to and see how much farther it gets. A goodly number of the people we know are married or in relationships, but by no means all.’
‘Are you planning on giving me scouting reports?’
‘No. If we know someone who is going to be there we’ll tell you if she’s a no go from our viewpoint. Otherwise you have to make up your own mind.’
‘Oh,’ Barbara added, ‘try and get past the just sex approach. We aren’t going to have sex with her, I know, but we do hope she’s someone we could love as we love you.’
‘Can you really go out looking for someone to love?’ I asked.
‘No other way to start,’ Stacey replied.
‘Once you start you have to get past the idea that you can only love Stacey,’ Barbara tossed in. ‘You can love more than one woman at a time. You love Stacey, you love me, too, I know, and you love your – our – girls. Sexually, you’re the monogamous type. Most women will appreciate that
. Many should be able to share your other forms of love with us and with the girls. It’s not like the well runs dry.’
The first party was one Barbara connected me to. It was somehow put on by or for her office, and was for the single staff and a few chosen outsiders. They had a different gathering for couples. Stacey and Barbara had gone to that one the month before. They’d turned a few heads, but it had gone well on the whole.
Barbara had said she couldn’t be sure of everyone who was going to the party I was going to, but there were a couple of women she rather liked and no one I had to strike off my list. She refused to tell me who the nice ladies were.
‘You’ll have to find out, won’t you?’
It was a party for singles, so there wasn’t any issue about going by myself and showing up alone. I quickly discovered that out of the twenty or so people there, there were no real couples, though there were a couple of pairings already and one of them was fighting right off the bat. The rest of us sort of circulated quietly, looking more than talking. The hostess, someone from the PR side of the company, I gathered, decided we had to do mixers. She didn’t quite get out the labels – ‘Hi, I’m Sam’ ‘Hi, I’m Celia’ ‘Hi, I’m Horny’. A friend of mine and I had actually done that once at Stacey’s office party. Since there were two of us neither of us quite got blamed enough for consequences. I found it got more women talking to me than ‘Hi, I’m Robert.’
‘Hi, Horny. I’m Wet.’
I think my friend scored and I had a certain amount of difficulty defending my own chastity. Don’t let anyone tell you it’s only the guys who are out to add to the notches on the headboard. Tonight I was more open to advances, but I wasn’t quite ready to declare open season on Robert.
Our hostess was, fortunately, a little more reasonable. All she really wanted was to get us to know each other and loosen up a bit.
‘All right, everybody. I’m Connie, and I’m your hostess for tonight. This party is for people who are essentially unattached, so everybody you meet should be fair game. You shouldn’t feel you have to go home alone at the end, but don’t feel you can’t, either.
‘All the guys line up to my left. All the women to my right. Number 1, introduce yourself. First woman, introduce yourself. Now, I want to see the two number ones shake hands.’ It went on like that until we were all done. I was about number six, and I was paired off with a blue-eyed blonde sex goddess with rather exceptional mammary development.
‘How are you, Sarah?’ was all I could think of to say when it was our turn to shake hands. She had a rather delicate soft little hand.
‘Fine, and you, Robert?’ I liked her voice, the way it could form words and things. Just at that moment I can’t say I was running my brain at all. All my thinking was being done elsewhere. It was obviously a busy thinking session, since it developed an expansion quite quickly. Needed more room for what was on my little mind, I guess.
‘I’m good. What do you like to do?’ Please, please, tell me you love to take innocent nerds to bed.
‘I like to take innocent nerds to bed. Did you know there was a spare room upstairs that only I know about?’
‘No, really?’
‘No, really there isn’t. Had you going, didn’t I?’
‘Yeah, you’re very clever.’ Maybe I should have worn the ‘Hi, I’m Horny’ nametag. Couldn’t be doing worse.
Sarah and I chatted a bit. I actually got her to laugh at something, and she was pretty entertaining as well, more than just being a tall, blue-eyed blonde sex goddess with very exceptional breasts. Well, all right, I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to what she said. I think I laughed in the right places.
Our hostess apparently didn’t like the results of her first shot at a mixer, or maybe it had worked a little but not enough, so she started setting up something else to get us into a different set of couples. I ended up with a sweet little brunette about five four, Julie something or other.
‘So what’s Julie short for, or was that what you were christened?’
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