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CH 27 SNAFU

"Allo," I croaked through the fog of sleep that hadn't lifted yet. The only thing worse than being jolted out of a sound sleep by a phone call at 6:04 A.M., is being jolted out of a sound sleep by a phone call at 6:04 A.M., on a Sunday.

"Denny, it's Craig. Fecal matter has impacted the mechanical apparatus with rotating blades, this is not a drill."

I blinked at least half a dozen times. Denny.exe was returning a driver error and wouldn't load. "Huh?" Was the best I could do.

"Shit hit the fan. Bubala wants everyone at the shop ten minutes ago."

I booted into safe mode, "Is something wrong with the shop?"

"No, not the shop. It's the show. Something happened to the video files. Fifteen days' worth of footage is gone or unusable. We have six days to reshoot it all. Bubala is waiting, what should I tell him?

"You should tell him to suck your dick or lick your ass, dealers choice."

"Yeah, no thanks. Just cuz I'm Bi and poly, don't mean I'll fuck anyone. I do have standards. They may not be high standards, but I do stay within my own species."

"Okay, it's too before coffee for this. Tell him I'm on my way. Don't call anyone else. I want to... well I'll talk with him first. I hung up my phone. 'Who da fuq wuz checkin' vid files this early on Sunday?'

I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair, and stood up. "FUUCCCKKKK," I screamed at the universe. I walked into the bathroom and set the water temperature to arctic winter. I took several deep breaths and jumped under water that gave me instant frostbite. By the time the cold water had driven the last of my sleep away, I was the color of a Smurf.

The cold water not only woke me up, it cooled my ardor. I had planned a day to enjoy my favorite things, pussy, tits, ass, and baseball. Instead I get to spend the day with a shop full of fat, sweaty, hairy, uncouth, hungover woodworkers with bad attitudes. C'est la vie, mon frère.

As I dressed I sent Rikki, Jane, all three girls and Phil the same text,

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Denny: Got issue with 🎬📹📺 Have to go to 🥩ing @ 🏭.Not sure when I'll be 🏡

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The replies trickled in over the next few hours as people woke up. They were all some variation of Sorry, good luck, hurry back, and so we aren't watching the double header?

I won't bore you with details, but somehow the videos had gotten corrupted, and they

weren't backed up. So we lost everything. The meeting was the production crew pointing fingers. It started with Bubala,

Who blamed the showrunner,

who blamed the director,

who blamed the editors,

who blamed the IT crew,

who blamed the interns,

who blamed each other,

Bubala had a conference call with an irate network exec who gave him two options. Get enough filmed to put together a cohesive show on time, or move the premiere back one week. Bubala wouldn't even discuss option two.

"So, if we're gonna do this, let's stop the verbal diarrhea. I'll have a schedule in an hour and run three shifts a day for the next five or six days. After that we're shutting down the workshop for three days. That's when you film the sales team."

"We won't have all the footage I wanted, but by God, we will premiere on schedule." Bubala talked to my back as I walked to my office. I spent an hour making the schedule and calling my guys. Not a single one of them cared until I promised them time off with pay.

As I talked to them, I realized I would need to sleep on my couch. My guy's weren't the type to use their words when they got pissed. I'd had to stop more than one of them from doing things to each other that would've required an extended stay in the graybar hotel. They respected me, and I could protect them from themselves.

As my guys trickled in and got to work, I spent the rest of Sunday in my office. I normally did payroll and other admin shit on Mondays, but I wanted to get it out of the way now. I knew the later in the week, the hotter the tempers. I wanted to be in the shop as much as possible. Besides, I wanted to watch the Meg's play the Raptors. All the sports talk shows predicted this was a preview of the league championship.

We won the first game eleven to one. We had the second game in the bag. Bottom of the ninth one out runners on the corners, and we were up five to two. Tying run at the plate. Our pitcher threw a wild pitch and hit the batter. Bases loaded. The pitching coach and catcher talked to him and settled him down.

The next pitch was high and outside, the batter got a good piece of it and sent it to the opposite field. It was high enough and long enough, but went too far and was ruled a foul ball. I breathed a sigh of relief. The batter was caught looking and took strike two. Then two balls in a row. The next pitch was a curveball and the batter got a piece of it but our catcher caught it, two outs.

Five to two, two outs, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded. Every baseball fan's dream scenario. I can't count the number of times I had this fantasy, but it was always me at bat, not the opponents clean-up hitter, who happened to be the best hitter in major league history. Ole number twenty-three led the league in homeruns, on-base percentage, RBI's, slugging percentage, and extra base hits.

Everyone derided him with the nickname 'Stache due to his pencil thin handlebar mustache, common to silent movie villans. 'Stache was on track to break the league record for most dingers in a season, and with two or three more good seasons, he'd get the all-time record.

I hated the fucker. He'd cost us a few games this season. The worst thing about him was that he was a switch hitter, qually powerful from both sides of the plate.

Our manager called out our best pitcher, a lefty with a 0.72 ERA. This was going to be one of the greatest duels between a hitter and pitcher this season. It had been discussed by everyone from casual fans to the top tier baseball analysts. It was the classic conundrum, the unhittable pitcher against the irpitchable hitter.

I leaned forward, and my eyes narrowed in anticipation. Our pitcher set and released, and it was... gone. I think it flew out of the stadium. Grand slam home run. We lost 6-5. The players were in shock. No one expected the greatest matchup in baseball history to end in one swing. Even the commentators were speechless. At least we were still tied for first. I shut off the TV and got back to work.

Sometime Monday, I got a text from Rikki,

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Rikki: Opposing CUNTsel changed The 📅 of a depositionNeed to go straight to 🎰 Tue. Will be 🏡 Fri

Denny: I miss you. Send me 🛬 info. I'll pick you up.

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On Tuesday, Rikki reconnected with her bellboy and texted me all about it,

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Rikki: Fabrício asked me to 🥗. I agreed. At the restaurant he asked me to be his gf.

Denny: What'd you say?

Rikki: My usual... I'm 👰🤵, and 1 🍆 in my life is more than enough

Denny: Not exactly the truth

Rikki: I like the way things are. If I fuck him,

teasing him wont be as much fun.

Denny: So?

Rikki: He asked if I'd send him 🦶 📸. He told me he never had a gf cuz he can only get off with 🦶

Denny: You do have very Pretty 👣.

Rikki: So does an old friend of mine. She was a 🦶 model and lives out here. She's single

But not for long.

Denny: Not for long?

Rikki: We put on a show for him...

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She sent me a picture of her and a friend on a bed, fully dressed but barefoot. They had smiles on their faces and reached toward their toes. Her friend was cute and looked familiar. I thought I'd met her at some point.

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Denny: She's cute. Didn't I meet her?

Rikki: She was at our wedding. I tried to set her up with that socially inept supply geek with the MBA.

Denny: I remember her. Didn't she take his cherry in the ladies room? My mom was not thebsame after she caught them.

Rikki: That's Riley, she's a free-spirit. We let him watch as we had fun with feet...

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The next picture I got was the two of them on their sides, their legs extended toward each other, and each of them had a toe in the other's slit. They looked to be laughing as they toe blasted each other.

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Rikki: I think they'll be good friends

Denny: I have a good friend That wants to say 👋

Rikki: Tell Craig my answer hasn't changed

Denny: Not Craig.

Rikki: As soon as I get 🏡. I ❤ you❣

Denny: 💓 you too❣

Rikki: This ones just for you, I went to get ice naked...

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Rikki sent another photo. She was in the hotel hallway, taking a selfie in a mirror. Her other hand was on her mouth like she was about to blow a kiss. Her raised arms hid her naked breasts, and she was bent forward so her pussy was lost in shadow. She looked so cute and happy, I wanted to take her right there in that hallway.

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Denny: God, I want to take you right there. That's so fuckin sexy.

Rikki: Gotta get to a 🥩ing. see you in a few days.

Denny: Can't wait

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Rikki wasn't the only one I had a naughty chat with. On Wednesday Jane got in on the fun...

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Hey stud my kitty misses Her favorite scratching post. Come home soon...

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Her picture was reminiscent of a late forties or early fifties Blonde bombshell movie star sexpot. Like Marilyn Monroe or Jayne Mansfield. The only difference was the pink dildo she licked, the hint of her nude breast and nipple, and the tiny piece of her slit that peeked out from her dress. I was tempted to frame this one and hang it in my office.

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Denny: Only if you promise to wear that for me.

Jane: 🤷‍♀️💋💝

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Later on Wednesday I got a text from Claire...

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Claire: I miss you daddy...

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Claire's picture was the most erotically innocent picture I'd seen. She stood on the road in front of my house, naked. She held up the bear I bought her in the very first playdate Claire and Lizzy had. She kissed its nose and it covered most of her. One bare breast was visible with an erect nipple, and I could see the joint where her right leg connected to her torso, and a hint of the curve of her tight ass. She looked sideways at the camera with a sultry look on her face.

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Denny: You look amazing so cute. I want to

hold and kiss you like that.

Claire: 🥰😍😘

Not to be outdone, Lizzy sent me one too...

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Hurry 🏡 daddy...

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Lizzy lay in her bed. She wasn't alone or naked. Her companion was her bear from that playdate. She pretended to be asleep and cuddled up with her bear. She was on her left side, her right hand was on the bear's crotch. Her breasts were contained in a red see through bra. If I enlarged the picture I could see the suckable nipple on her right tit. I couldn't see what was on her lower half but it appeared to be a garter, connected to red straps that ran around her upper thighs. It looked so sexy. Her flawless alabaster skin was on display, and begged to be kissed and caressed. There was a sweet content smile on her face, and I wanted to kiss my sleeping beauty until she woke up.

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Denny: You look so sexy. Daddy wants to

be where Claire Bear is

Lizzie: I want your 🍆 in my 💦🕳

Denny: Me too, baby, me too.

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Even Emily sent me a picture to keep my spirits up...

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Emily: Hey Boss, you got this...

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All she wore were the same boots she wore at her interview, and black thigh highs. She was in my office, and sat on my desk. Her legs were spread wide in an invitation to dine in. Off to the side was some red and black material just visible. I swore it was the same outfit she wore during her interview. I had no idea when or how she took these pictures, but I wanted to see the rest.

By Wednesday afternoon, it was apparent I knew my crew way too well. Bubala, and some of his staff came close to taking a one way trip out to the swamp. I talked them down, and things got back to... what passed for normal.

Thursday morning I get a text from Phil,

Phil: Hey bud. Heard the 👭 are trying to

Keep yer 👻👻 up So here's ours...

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Phil sent me a series of three images. The first one was Suzette tied to the fence, like the day Jane and I visited. A dick was pointed at her, and a stream of cum had burst out and flew toward her face. The second picture was Suzette tied to the fence, her face covered in cum. The third was Suzette being led away from the fence with metal clamps on her nipples as Phil pulled her ponytail.

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Denny: Nice shot 😉

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It was interesting to see the different styles of their photos,how each one reflected the tastes of the sender, and what they thought I'd appreciate. Rikki fed my voyeuristic and cuckold fetishes. Jane played on my love of vintage pin ups. Claire emphasized her sweet innocence. Lizzy used her natural beauty and our history together. All of them were perfect.

Emily had a thing about the employee and employer relationship. That's why she always called me boss. So, her picture in my office was something she did to give herself a thrill, not me. She looked awesome, but I didn't get a thrill from the location like I did with my other ladies.

Phil's pictures were much like him, crass and vulgar. Yes, I love facials, when I do it, or when it's someone I have a romantic connection with. Suzette was a sexy woman, but we didn't have that kind of relationship. Seeing Phil spray her with cum did nothing for me. In fact, I felt kinda bad for her because of the obvious sunburn. I didn't find those pics sexy at all.

Those pics helped me get through the roughest five days of my life since I left active duty. By the time we wrapped, tempers were hot as lava and shorter than members of the lollipop guild. Despite that, we did it!

Bubala used multiple cameras on each shot, and filiming non-stop twenty-four hours a day, we filmed over 1,500 hours of footage. By Thursday afternoon came I was ready to head home, shower and sleep. My eyes closed in the shower. And I don't remember anything else.

CH 28 HOMECOMING

When I woke up, I looked at my phone and saw that I had an hour before Rikki's plane was due to land. I climbed out of bed and realized I was ravenous. I had lived on fast food, coffee and geedunk for several days. My body craved real, substantial food. I showered and dressed. As I pulled on clean boxers, I saw a note on top of my dresser,

Denny,

Don't say anything to Rikki. Phil has a plan. Trust him. Soon Rikki will know everything, and she'll decide if things end, or continue.

Please trust that it'll work out. We do.

Claire, Lizzy, Jane.

I ripped the note into pieces and flushed it down the toilet. Then I dressed and drove to the airport. Her flight was delayed, and I couldn't wait to eat. I found a sit down restaurant, and ordered. While I waited, I sent Rikki a text,

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Denny: In the 🥩 place by 🧳 claim. I couldn't wait. You want anything?

Rikki: No, I ate before I left. Thanx tho. See you in a few, seatbelt sign came on & tray tables are

up.

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I scarfed down my T-bone and mashed potatoes. By the time Rikki got to me, I had paid and walked toward baggage claim. When she saw me, Rikki ran to me and leapt into my arms. Her legs locked around my waist and her tongue tickled my Adam's apple. I carried her to baggage claim to get her luggage.

"You are the sweetest man in the world. A whole weekend with my bestie at a spa. If I wasn't so exhausted, you wouldn't know what hit you." I kissed the top of her head and held her tight as the warning bell sounded.

"How did things turn out?"

"We got enough to make do. Fuck, that was rough. When I got home, I slept for over twenty-four hours. I woke up with enough time to shower and pick you up."

"At least it's over. I already told Jane, I took tomorrow off, so we can head to the spa early."

"Good, you deserve it."

We walked hand-in-hand to the short-term lot, and I put her luggage in my truck. We drove home and found the house was dark and there was a note on the door,

Rikki,

Welcome home. Hope you're as excited as I am for this weekend. I took the girls to dinner and a movie. We won't be home until after midnight. Have fun you two.

Jane

We walked into the house and Rikki stopped and looked around. I saw her body relax. "There's no place like home."

'"It's good to have you back." I hugged her. When we let each other go, I saw Rikki's eyes darted around the room and she fidgeted with her engagement ring. "Is there anything you haven't told me?"

"I love you," I teased.

"Dammit, Denny! I'm serious. Did anything else happen that you haven't told me about?"

"I told you everything Jane and I did. There are things that we need to discuss, but other people should be present." I took her hand in mine and kissed it. "Go take a bath and relax, I want to watch the ball game. When it's over we can snuggle in bed."

"Now that sounds like a plan." Rikki stood up and kissed me. I patted her ass and headed to the den to watch my team play their rivals for the top spot in their division.

This was the third of a three game series, and I had my broom ready. It wasn't even close. We scored three runs on five hits, the only reason our starter didn't have a perfect game was a walk in the fourth. After I did my ceremonial sweep of the room, I got up to go join Rikki.

As I headed to my bedroom, I heard voices downstairs, so I went to investigate. "HHii DDaaddddyy," the girls purred somewhat out of synch, so it sounded like they echoed.

"Hi girls. Mommy's home and tired, so keep it quiet, okay.

"Okay daddy," they said in unison this time. They came up to me and their kisses made my toes curl. They pranced upstairs, so Jane and I were alone.

I took Jane's hands and pulled her on my lap as I sat down. I held her close and sighed. "I missed you. I'm sorry I had to leave like that."

Her head nuzzled against my neck. "I missed you Denny. I can't be away from you like that. I need to be a part of your life, an intimate part of your life. I can't go back to being friends. At this point either we're lovers or I've gotta leave. I'm too vulnerable. I can't handle being close to you, without being close to you.

I kissed Jane. "You're a big part of my life. I won't give you up without a fight. I can't imagine not having you here, with us. You're an important part of this family. You always will be."

She gave me a weak smile. I wrapped my arms around her and we sat there and clung to each other for a long, long time.

It gave me a start when Jane broke the silence. "Phil wants you to be at his house tomorrow at six. He says he has a plan to bring us all together if it works."

"What's the plan?"

"He won't tell us. We all have a part to play, but he's keeping it a secret. All I do know is that Emily and Suzette will join Rikki and I at the Spa tomorrow, and you, Phil, and the girls are staying home."

"Now that almost sounds like a plan." I pulled Jane tight against me, I stared deep into her eyes, and leaned forward. Her eyes closed as our lips met. It was the sweetest, and saddest, kiss of my life. When we broke apart, I watched a single tear roll out of her eye and down her face.

I wiped it off her as I fought back my own tears. We walked to her bedroom, and stood there holding hands, neither of us ready to let go. I kissed Jane goodnight, and she went into her room. When her door shut, it sent a chill up my spine, and felt as final as the closing of a coffin.

I moved like a zombie as I approached my bedroom. I paused at the door, I knew Rikki couldn't see me like this. I tried to picture happy times, but every one that came to mind, Jane was a key player. I thought back to our honeymoon, but that was tainted by the photos I found. I had to go all the way back to when Lizzy was born, and I was promoted to chief to find a memory to overcome the unease I felt about the future.

I blew out my breath and opened the door. Rikki was already in bed... working on her laptop.

"Hey babe, I had to send a few emails, but I'm almost done, if you want to get started."