Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I went to my home office and turned on the monitors so I could keep an eye on the rugrats, the little shits had power napping down to a science and I didn't want anyone crawling out of bed and toddling down the stairs.
First order of business was going over the weekly expenses, getting people's allowances situated for the coming week, seriously, I don't know what my women did with their money because I bought all their shit. Jewelry, clothes, designer bags and all the little odds and ends that women seemed to need to make them feel like women.
The kids' shit were a given, I made sure my kids were set, spoilt fuckers. It didn't take me long to go over this shit, it's just something I did to keep track of what was needed where. We had to do a huge grocery shopping every two weeks or so, we usually did that as a family, I think that's where we get most of our stares because as much as we don't broadcast, we don't hide either. So it could happen that Anna would be holding my hand down one aisle and Marcy or Janine the next. Most people would stare but no one ever approached. There were lots of whispers and I'm sure speculation but we were left pretty much alone.
I had the bills set up for automatic withdrawal except for credit card purchases and shit like that. So that was half my job done, I took care of the two household credit cards that were in all our names, again because I didn't want to deal with the favoritism bullshit and then moved on to transferring funds. I'm the only one who messed with our finances, the wives were more than welcome to take a look anytime they wanted but they couldn't touch. There was a reason behind that shit, you see, Janine and Marcy are pretty good with handling money, Anna not so much, I'm not sure if it’s because she didn't have much growing up and they had or what, but the girl could blow through hundreds of thousands of dollars in a few hours time. To say this freaked the others out the one and only time she'd done it is an understatement. There'd been more screaming and tears and name calling bullshit surrounding the situation that I'd ended up risking my manhood and stepping into the fray. The end result was that none of them any longer had access to the accounts, I'd set up a household account with a cap on it that was for emergencies and shit, Anna had been banned from the computer for two months, I think that more than anything had cured her of her shit that now that I think of it she gets me to do her dirty work these days. Fucking girl.
I spent some time digging into one Elizabeth Stanton's public profile, nothing too deep but I think I might want to take her seriously this time. Her brand of crazy didn't seem to abate over time like I'd originally thought so I was going to have all my ducks in a row when and if she popped shit off, I also had to seriously sit my wife down and get it through her head that this shit was serious, I'm not sure she got it from my little speech yesterday and I know from experience that no one could fuck her high on life worse than her good old mom. That bitch was miserable and wanted everyone around her to be the same, at least that's the best I could come up with, anyone who could hate children had to be seriously fucked in the head.
There wasn't much more there than the shit I already knew but that's about what I'd expected. I saved everything I could find on line including her charitable chairs, her husband's business dealings that had been lauded over time and anything that could be of interest. If things persisted I'd see about doing a deeper dig or hiring someone else to.
I hadn't realized so much time had gone by while I sat there until I heard the women downstairs. At least there was laughter and joviality instead of screaming so I'm guessing they'd had a good time at the spa. Damn my dick got hard already, usually a trip to the spa meant freshly waxed pussies and oiled skin with sweet smelling shit that never failed to make me want to chew the shit out of them. I wonder which one of them was going to get caught in my crosshairs first.
Chapter 5
Ahh, the sweet Janine it was.
She came in looking all shiny and buffed, hair bouncing in those big fat curls I loved to bury my face in. Down boy, we have business with this one first.