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Chapter 9

As Marge and Eva watched, the two brothers began stirring. They finally got up from the bed, slipped into their clothes, and headed for the door. Eva and Marge retreated into their own rooms until the two men were gone.

"I think we should call the police and tell them about Cousin Walter's place of business," Eva whispered. "He didn't have to do that to mom. She never really purposely did anything to hurt him."

The two girls went into the living room, and Eva was about to pick up the phone and call the police, when Marge stopped her. She was looking at a folded newspaper lying near the phone.

"Wait!" she said to Eva. "Look at this." The two girls read an article in the paper about another loan shark the police had caught, a week earlier. The man had been fined a thousand dollars after a plea of guilty, and he was right back out on the street again, plying his trade.

"Big deal," Marge muttered. "What we should do is give Cousin Walter a lesson he'll never forget. I mean, when the people who owe him money don't pay back on time, he has them beaten up. Well, we've been doing all kinds of things for him, and look how he pays mom back. I think we should beat him up."

"But he's so much stronger than we are," Eva pointed out. "We could never hurt him without his hurting us, first."

"Unless we do it right now," Marge snapped. "Huh?"

"After that workout he's gone through, he can't move right now. Let's go in there and give him a beating."

"Well, gee, shouldn't we look for a baseball bat or something?" Eva timidly asked. "Heck no," Marge snapped. "We don't want to kill him. We just want to give him a sound beating, to let him know we don't like what he's done to mom."

"But won't he get even, later on?" Eva asked.

"Not if he wants us here to keep on doing what we've been doing. For some reason, Cousin Walter is infatuated with all three of us. He won't hurt any of us. Look, you saw how he 'punished' ma. They didn't beat her or anything. They just fucked her."

"Okay," Eva nodded. "Let's go."

The two girls marched into the bedroom, and before Walter realized what was happening, they were kicking, hitting, punching and scratching him.

"Stop!" Florrie yelled at her two daughters, sitting up.

"But, mom," Eva protested. "After what he did to you, we thought it was only right we give him back a little."

"No," Florrie told them. "I… didn't understand, before. Now I do. Eva, you said you wanted Cousin Walter to fuck you. Well, if he's in shape to do it, tomorrow, you not only have my permission, but my blessing."

"Huh?" Eva asked, her twelve-year-old eyes widening.

"Yes," Florrie told her daughters. "I understand Cousin Walter much better now. But I think we had better make some new ground rules if we're to go on living here."

"And just where the hell do you come off thinking you can dictate to me?" Walter asked, his nose bleeding and bruises starting to form on his face as he sat up.

"Stop talking like a fool," Florrie snapped at him. "Before, I was the one who refused to understand. Don't make the same mistakes I did. I'm not apologizing for what I've done. I mean, if I had married you, the chances of my having Marge and Eva would be almost nil, and I love the two of them dearly. Well, I'm not even thirty years old, yet. The bulk of my life is still ahead of me, and living with you has made me realize a few things."

"Like what?" Walter asked, feeling his head spin.

"Like the fact that I really do love you, Walter. Deep down I've always loved you. And you keep threatening me with those clowns, telling me you'll have me beaten up if I don't pay up, but I wonder if you would really send them after me. An hour ago, I was sure you would, but now I really wonder."

"An hour ago, I was sure I would," Walter nodded. "But you're right. I wouldn't hurt you, not really. I feel so stupid for letting what happened tonight take place."

"Well, I'm glad it happened," Florrie told him. "You see, those two men made me realize how much you must love the girls and me. They also made me realize the necessity for your having more than one woman at a time. You see, I loved getting it from more than one man at a time. And if we are to go on living here, I want you to marry me."

"Sure," Walter nodded. "And if I marry you and adopt the girls, then I don't get a piece of them, do I?"

"That's not true," Florrie told him. "You get me, and both girls for as long as you like, whenever you like."

"Huh?" Walter asked. "I don't get it."

"But you do get it, Walter. As often and as long as you like, until the girls grow up and finally decide to have lives of their own."

"That sounds terrific," Walter told her. "But what's the catch?"

"Well," Florrie answered, "just as you will probably make love to two or three of us at a time, I think each of us has the right to at least two men, as well."

"What?" Walter yelled.

"You heard me," Florrie insisted. "We have as much right to being double-fucked as you have to double-fuck. Now, come on, Walter. Fair is fair."

"Well, I suppose… " he nodded. "But why do you want to marry me?"

"Aside from the fact that I really love you, I want your name. I want to live with you for the rest of my life and not have to worry you might get angry at me and throw me out."

"Are you sure you want to live with me after what I've done?" Walter asked.

"More than ever. And tomorrow, after you've gotten the doctor's report on Marge, I'm going to watch you fuck the two of them, and maybe join in myself. And I'm going to love you all the more for doing it."