Four part story written by request, storyline is the requestor's, the writing errors are mine. I will submit the chapters every two days or so. Part 2 of 4.
The Audition, Ch. 2
Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010
So here we are, Gwen and I. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives' needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen's two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.
I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn't seem right. And how was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen's closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.
"Gwen. I don't like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I'll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I'm behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do."
Gwen looked up at me. I hated laying it on her, but I had to know what she was thinking. "This is all a lie. There's more to it than what you have been told. C'mon." She held out her hand and I took it.
Gwen led me into the dining room where her mother and sisters were sitting, sipping wine and waiting for my answer. They looked almost as tense as Gwen, but I could not figure out why. There was definitely something more going on here.
Gwen led me straight to her mother. "Mom, I want you to tell John the truth about this. Show him the paper." Her mother hesitated and just looked back and forth between us. "Now!"
I had never seen Gwen this demonstrative with her mother and her mother must not have either. She jumped when Gwen said that. "Okay, honey. But he has to agree to keep this a secret, okay?" She looked at Gwen and then at me.
I was unable to understand what they might be talking about. I looked at her and then Gwen. "Sure. I can keep a secret."
Mrs. Thurman got up and walked over to a drawer in a small secretarial desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. She walked back over to us and stood there looking at Gwen. She finally took a deep breath and handed it to Gwen. "We have to proceed very carefully." She looked at everyone. "Sit down, John. Okay, Gwen, show him."
Gwen turned to me and handed me the envelope. "Please, please, read this completely before you say anything."
"Sure." I didn't know what else to say. What the hell was in this envelope? She let go of the envelope as I took it and sat down.
I opened the envelope and read the letter that was inside.
"Ann, I know that I am dying at this time. There is nothing more that can be done about it. However, I have a few things to get off my chest. First, I know that you are a slut and that you have been having affairs for the last few years. I also know that your first two daughters are sluts as well. They have fucked every man they can at college, and they have even branched out around our neighborhood. I just hope that you three do not corrupt Gwen as she gets older. I will be dying soon and I cannot do anything about what fucking whores you three have come, but I can at least make you three do one thing. I can withhold my estate from you. I have a plan that I have come up with to prove a point. I am going to withhold everything except a $50,000 annual allowance for Ann, from all of you. Only when you carry out these instructions will the remaining part of the estate, currently valued at $35,000,000.00, be released to be shared by all of you as I dictate in an additional amendment to my will. Here's the plan. Someday soon, Gwen will come home with a man she wants to marry. In order for the remainder of my estate to be issued to you fucking tramps, you will have to each fuck and suck this man before the wedding. One night alone with each of you should do it. The requirement is that you have to give up all three orifices to him. I don't care what you tell Gwen or if you don't, but if you do this, to prove my point, the remainder of my estate will be released according to the additional document. If not, then it will automatically go to my favorite charity. In order for this to be considered accomplished, this young man will have to report to my attorney and confirm it. I hope you all rot in hell. Don"
I sat there stunned and read it again. I had never read a letter full of such hate and disgust. It sounded like a bitter, angry old man and was nothing like the man that Gwen had described a few times. "Uh, this is a very strange letter."
Mrs. Thurman nodded. "Yes, it is. First, I want to say something on our behalf. I never cheated on Don. I have no idea where he got his ideas from, but over the last couple of years he became jealous and saw every man who I talked to as a possible adulterer of mine. Sheila and Gaby are not tramps either. I would imagine that they had a healthy sex life at college because that's the way things are nowadays. I spoke to them and neither of them understands the comment about the neighborhood. We are not tramps."
I looked at her and then Gwen. "I have no reason to doubt you. However, this is a very strange situation." I looked down at my hands. "Mrs. Thurman. I love your daughter more than anything. As soon as we were a steady item I considered that I was only going to be with her. We have been monogamous for a long time. I do not want to hurt her or cheat on her, so I'm having a hard time considering this."
She looked at me and sighed. "I know. I knew that Gwen would come home with a very nice man."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. However, I cannot imagine giving up the money that Don accrued over our lifetime. I was a stay at home mother and raised three daughters. I went to all his social events. When I could go back to work, he was making enough that he asked me to stay home. I agreed and continued to support him. I thought I would get his estate after agreeing to that. But since I didn't, I now find that I cannot support myself or even this house on what I am earning in my job. I was hoping to keep this big house in the family and continue to live in this nice neighborhood and enjoy life, but without the rest of his estate I cannot do it. I know that my daughters each deserve a piece of this, so we talked about it over the last year and a half, to make sure we knew where we stood. We all agree that it's worth it to do this just this one time for our families."
"What about contesting it? This is very irregular? Why not contest it and get it thrown out? I cannot imagine any judge upholding something like this."
Mrs. Thurman looked at her hands, pulling on them, twisting them in nervousness. "I asked a friend who is a lawyer about this. He said we could. However, there is an attachment that I didn't give you. On it is the list of people he accuses us of cheating and having affairs with. I could probably live with it, but there are very nice, responsible members of the community on there. What happens when this comes out in court? You know that in today's world it would come out or they would be called to contradict my husband's allegations. And it would definitely be a juicy news item. These people would be ruined, maybe even their marriages disrupted, by a jealous old man's fantasies. I cannot think about that. The same is true of my daughters. He names people the same way. I'm sorry, but I won't do that even if you refuse. I just hope we can convince you to do it."
When she finished I considered what I had heard."I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?"
She looked puzzled. "Sure."