Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
23
Empathic Feedback
The Year Eight
Dee Dee’s
Story
We’ve only been together
nine years, but it seems like forever. My life falls neatly into two distinct
eras: Before Andrew and the Andrew Years. The eras are so different that
I feel like a totally different person.
When I was thirty-four, I
was doing what I wanted, working at my chosen career and performing well.
I was important to some people, mostly customers who I was assigned to
help. But aside from Donnie, I had no friends, no lovers, no personal life at all. I was lonely.
And then Andrew appeared
and for the longest time, all I had was personal life. But now things are
changing again. In all the time since we were married, we hadn’t been
apart for even a day. But business and other things have intruded.
A foursome went to
When this whole
Jake-Donnie thing came up, I went limp and let Donnie have her head. A
woman has to do what a woman has to do, I thought. When all this talk
about sharing started, I suppose I was a facilitator. It was so out of
left field that I really didn’t give it the consideration it deserved.
For a moment I tried to
imagine myself in the role of adulteress and was repulsed by the thought.
It was something that would be too dangerous to our marriage, too hurtful to
Andrew, and so wrong for me. But for some reason I didn’t extrapolate the
same results to Donnie.
If I’m honest with
myself, I think I understand my inner motivation. I was first. I
was the one who met Andrew, who seduced him, who loved him; first. I
suppose I’ve always considered myself to be first wife. It’s selfish and
I’m ashamed of myself. But it allowed me to suppose that what Donnie did
outside the marriage wouldn’t mean as much.
Andrew’s just can’t say
no to us. He will do anything we ask; anything. He sometimes
appears to be the same way with the children but it isn’t true. He’s an
easy-going person who can be a strict father when necessary.
We’ve known for a very
long time that if we ask Andrew for something, he won’t think twice about
giving it to us. It sounds like I am blaming Andrew but I’m really
blaming ourselves. We sometimes take advantage of him.
But this Donnie-Jake
thing places that on a different plane of existence. Andrew should have
put his foot down. I should have put my foot down, I know it. I’m
as guilty as either of them. Keeping one’s mouth shut is the path of
least resistance. But it’s often wrong.
Andrew and Donnie are
coming home today. So now I’ll learn how things went. They flew to
I’m like people, I suppose.
I’m getting a thrill knowing he will be here today. But I’m so
scared. How will we handle this infidelity?
I don’t have any problem
with Andrew being with Helen. Is that a double standard? I don’t
think so. Andrew went along because that’s what he does with us. We
ask and he delivers.
He isn’t unfaithful to
us. He’s never unfaithful. If he went to bed with a million women,
Andrew would be incapable of being unfaithful to us. He can never really look
at another woman. We are his only addiction.
I have this man; this
sweet, beautiful, adorable man. The entire world acknowledges that he is
the sexiest man on earth, yet all he thinks of is us. He’s so wonderful.
If we’ve hurt him I think I’ll die.
Andrew’s Story
Stepping onto a plane in
I like
I’m not trying to
belittle
But I had met who I had
to meet, done what needed to be done. My wife and I needed to return to
our real world for the sake of our sanity. It wasn’t
Donnie snuggled against
me through the two and a half hour flight. She’s been very loving and
affectionate since our little near-disaster of the other night, not that
there’s anything wrong with that. In fact, I like it.
We grabbed the car out of
long-term parking and made our way home. I love that old plantation that
we acquired from Doris Johns. It was a wreck when we she gave it to us,
but now it’s a great place to live. It’s become
home.
I parked the car in the
carport and we carried our luggage into the house. We were met in the
kitchen by six happy little eKids, hugging us, kissing us, some of them even
talking. They aren’t used to us being away.
Dee Dee
was standing behind the kids smiling, but only on the surface. My wives
have several levels of smile. This one was painted on the front of her
face but didn’t reach her heart.
Donnie and I were still
hugging the eKids when Emma disengaged herself, walked over to Deirdre and
said, “Don’t worry, Momma, Donnie didn’t fuck Jake.”
I could see the look of
relief in Dee Dee’s eyes. But I couldn’t let what Emma had said
pass. I said, “Emmy, you aren’t supposed to use that word!”
She said, “But you use it
Daddy.” I really hate it when a woman throws the truth in your
face.
“That’s not the same
thing. I use it only under very special circumstances, in private with
your mothers.”
“But what about when you
are together with Jake? Both of you say it all the time. And in the car, what about then?”
I hate to get in an
argument with Emmy. There’s just no way to win it. And she’s only
nine. When she grows up she’s going to be hell.
“Emma, adults know that
that’s a word you never say in front of certain people. Can you
understand that?”
Emmy hugged me and gave
me a peck on the cheek. “Sure, Daddy, from now on I’ll know not to say ‘fuck’ in
front of you. It makes you crazy.”
My wives laughed.
My kids laughed. I know when I’m licked. “Kids, your mothers and I
have to talk business. Would you please take a hike for awhile? Emmy, go jump off a bridge or find someone else to annoy, okay?”
The kids all ran off,
except for Emma. She looked at me with those dangerously innocent eyes
and said, “Daddy, don’t you like me to annoy you?”
I said, “For the time
being, give me a break, will ya?”
Then she left to plan the
destruction of the world or whatever else was on her agenda for the day.
I said to my wives, “
As we walked into the
room, I noticed that Donnie and Dee Dee were holding
hands. They have this ‘twin’ thing going. They are beyond close.
There’s this theory I’m
working on. My theory is that maybe the move to the next generation
wasn’t such a big evolutionary step after all. Maybe what the eKids have
is just an extension of what many normal H. sapiens identical twins
already experience.
I’ve seen accounts of
studies done on identical twins that were separated at birth. Most of the time each twin didn’t even know that he had a clone
running around somewhere. And yet their lives seemed to run on
parallel courses.
I saw a story of twin
brothers who married women with the same name, had the same number of kids,
gave the kids the same names, and did the same job; all the while living
hundreds of miles apart and not knowing that somewhere out there was a person
just like them. But feeling there was something missing in their lives.
There is more going on
there than coincidence. These people are in some way psychically
joined.
Donnie and Deirdre are
psychically joined too. Whatever seminal fluid I added to the mix was
just enough to move the eKids to the next psychic level is all.
That’s my theory.
IAM was already breeding for intelligence. Then this twin thing popped
up. Through coincidence or fate or whatever, suddenly the psychic energy
of the IAM girls started going through the roof because they were all identical
twins. It was a combination of two very explainable phenomena that
created New Man: breeding for intelligence and the psychic connection of some
identical twins. All we did was force a breakthrough; make an incremental
step in the right direction. Whatever was going on with twins became
extended to everyone in the species; New Man, that is. Momentum was
already on our side.
The real question is this:
are the eKids the end result or merely a transitional phase? That one
keeps me up at night.
The girls sat on one of
the sofas but I remained standing. I needed to talk, maybe pace a
bit. Sometimes I need movement to help me think.
I said, “Girls, I have a
confession to make. Sometimes I can be a self-centered jerk.
Sometimes I’m not as erudite as I appear. I do appear erudite, don’t
I? Sometimes the things I do or say differ from the things I think or
feel.
What I’m saying is: I
screwed up. It’s this Jake thing. It was all my
fault. Donnie isn’t to blame, I am.”
Donnie looked
cross. “Andrew I thought we had been through this already. Will you
stop being Mr. Nice Guy and acknowledge that you aren’t responsible for everything that goes wrong in this house?
Sometimes other people mess up too, though not often.”
I’m so used to being the
target of abuse by every female in the place that these little digs just bounce
right off of me. But I had her this time. I know when I’m the
culprit. This time it was my fault. I figure if I can accept
the blame, in a weird way I’ll be scoring points with my wives. That
usually translates into good things, often of a sexual nature. Besides
which, the blame does belong to me.
“Donnie, we agreed from the
very beginning that we were going to be truthful about our relationship.
We all agreed, right? When this Jake thing came up, I was less than
truthful about my feelings even to myself. Not only that, I pushed you
into it. Isn’t that true?”
She kind of shrugged her
shoulders. “I had my eyes wide open. No one pushed me into
anything. I’ll admit, whatever fantasies I had
about Jake were mostly subliminal. I never had the slightest intention of
acting on them. I never wanted to act on them.”
I said, “You see? I
think we can agree that this is all Emmy’s fault. She brought the whole
thing up in the first place. Want me to go out and beat the crap out of
her?”
Deirdre said, “Andrew,
Emma told the truth. It was you that made the jump of turning Donnie’s
fantasy into reality.”
I agreed. “That’s
what I was saying originally before I was so rudely interrupted. I guess
I’ve always felt guilty about these IAM twins. I don’t want to be
unfaithful to you. I don’t like being unfaithful to you. But still
I feel like I’m being unfaithful to you. Does that make sense?
When the Jake thing came
up, I thought it was small of me not wanting Donnie to be with Jake when I’ve
been with a thousand other women. Besides which, an intellectual
appraisal of relationships seems to indicate that love and sex are totally
separate issues. Intellectually speaking, sex has nothing to do with
love. At least that’s what I’ve been lead to understand. Jealousy
has no place in a mature relationship.
But that’s not what it
feels like to me. It’s my problem. I know it. Sex and love
are aspects of the same thing, at least concerning my relationship with you
two. I just can’t keep them separate. I know I’m immature. But I
can’t handle sharing you with anyone. I’m sorry I’m so small-minded and
selfish.”
Dee Dee
was the first to respond. “All of us are old fashioned that way.
The IAM thing is separate. It really doesn’t count. You do
your job, we do our job, and IAM moves forward successfully. You can’t argue
with success.
We don’t look at these
IAM women with jealousy. We don’t feel you are cheating on us.
Don’t buy into that guilt, Andrew. You shouldn’t.
We don’t mind that every
woman who sees you lusts after you either. How couldn’t they? You are
so gorgeous. But we have our insecurities. We will have a problem if you
start to lust after them. We’ve always had this age thing in the
back of our minds, especially Donnie, I think. It worries us. It
makes us vulnerable.”
I just didn’t know how to
address their concerns about age. I said, “Sweethearts, the only ones who
care about our age difference are you. I’m in love with you; not your
bodies, though they remain fabulous and wonderful. I’m in love with who
you are and I always have been. Damn it, Dee Dee.
I feel like we are going over ground that we discussed nine years ago. I
don’t care how old you are. I don’t care what you look like. I’m
helplessly, hopelessly in love with both of you. Nothing will ever change
that. I could never be interested in any other woman.”
Dee Dee
said, “But we are all guilty this time. The first rule of our
relationship has always been to confront our problems head on. You’re
right. You let this one slide, and so did I, and so did Donnie. It was
one that could have really done some damage.
You pretend to be a
sophisticate but you are really just a small town boy. Andrew, just be
honest with us. If you need to say something, say it.
And I’m just as
guilty. I should have opened my mouth. I realized too late that
this was a big mistake. Apparently Donnie realized it in time, thank
goodness. There is plenty of blame to pass around between the three of
us. We need to recommit to openness and honesty.”
I said, “Well yeah, I
guess. Our marriage has been going down so smoothly that we’ve been out
of practice with confronting problems. This whole thing was about
insecurity; Donnie’s insecurity about still being attractive and my insecurity
about our sexual relationship. Dee Dee, I think
you’re going along with this ‘age insecurity’ thing to show solidarity with
your sister. In reality you have to be the most secure woman in the
world, and I have to tell you that it’s pretty annoying.
Donnie said, “Okay,
Andrew, we get the picture. Everyone accepts some blame for my screw-up
and I thank you both. I promise to talk things over with both of you
before making any stupid decisions in the future. We all agree, so let’s
get off of this subject. I feel bad enough as it is.”
I said, “Okay, Donnie,
don’t get touchy. There’s more we need to discuss.
Donnie said, “Andrew you
should be the lead executive, whatever title you choose. Most of this is
based on your initiative.”
I laughed. “Yeah, right. Donnie, I’m sitting in a room with two
PhD’s from
Deirdre objected. “Why us and not you? You’ve been the driving force
behind this.”
I said, “First, if only
for appearances, it will look much better if our university president has a
PhD. Second, you two are the businesspersons in our family, not me.
I’m along for the ride. It’s your area of expertise. The eKids do
the heavy lifting, you two do the organizational stuff, and I lead the
cheers. That’s the way it works in our family.”
Donnie said, “Why can’t
you be a PhD? I’ll bet that
I said, “That’s damning
with faint praise. I can see the famous alums of YSU being
introduced: Ron Parise, Astronaut; Ron Jawarski, nationally known sports commentator; Andrew
Adkins, Doctor of Fucking. I don’t think so.”
Dee Dee
was laughing. “I love the little side trips you take in your mind,
Andrew. They always make me laugh. But I think this discussion of
executive selection will have to wait. I’m not feeling up to it now.”
Donnie said, “Neither do I. I don’t feel right either.”
I was concerned.
“What’s the matter, are you two getting ill? Are you going to be
alright?”
They said in unison, “We
need to visit the Fuck Doctor.”
I had to laugh.
That’s me: Andrew Adkins, FD. Those two picked up my little word trip
about
I’ve been with a thousand
different women and not one of them has held a candle to either of my
wives. Why would I want beans when I’m getting steak at home?
There’s more to it than
that. I’ve heard people say that variety is the spice of life and yadda yadda yadda. Translate
‘yadda yadda yadda’ to mean: after a while in any
relationship the sex can only be routine, the excitement of the early days
fades away. Things become perfunctory, repetitive, boring. My only
response is: bullshit!
It’s their skin, I
think. My original chemical attractor theorem remains intact and
apparently irrefutable. When I touch them every emotion I’ve ever had for
them rushes back. Every time feels like the first time. I’ll never
tire of them if we live to be a hundred.
My life is good.
Donnie’s Story
Although Dee Dee finds this ‘sexiest women’ thing vastly amusing, I find
it thrilling. She laughs equally hard about Andrew’s inclusion on the
sexiest male list. It tickles her to think that stodgy old married people
like us could be so misconstrued by the general public.
But it makes me feel
young. It makes me feel sexy. After all, isn’t People Magazine
the official arbiter of what is young and sexy in
My insecurities about not
being young and sexy undoubtedly lead me to this near disaster with poor
Jake. I don’t know what I can do to make it up to him. But I do
know that I’ll try to make it up to Andrew.
Andrew is claiming
responsibility for the whole thing. That is so like him. He has
this exalted view of himself sometimes, like everything that happens in this
family is his doing. He is trying to absolve me of all responsibility for
my planned infidelity. If I had gone through with it would he still have
been so gracious? Probably; but he’d still be hurting.
Ever since it happened
I’ve been especially affectionate to him. It’s my guilt I suppose.
I’m sure he is just playing along, waiting for me to return to my normal self.
Usually I like to kid him,
poke fun at his strange ways, his verbosity, his childish theories and flights
of fancy. He is such an easy target. What would
I’m not so sure that
right now I want sex from the ‘fuck doctor’ (that’s going to be our private
name for him for a long time to come, I can tell). What I want is
skin-to-skin contact. It’s as if I need to be reassured of Andrew’s love
by the act of touching. I’m so afraid that I had driven a wedge between
us.
We went up to our bedroom
and each of us disrobed, Andrew assisting both of us as much as we would let
him. He loves to touch us.
We all lay down on the
bed, with Andrew in the middle, with Dee Dee and I
snuggled up on each side of him. Andrew was sandwiched between the two of
us.
He said, “This is the
life: surrounded by two hundred and twenty pounds of fabulous female flesh.”
Deirdre said, “Two
hundred and twenty-one pounds.”
I said, “Two hundred and
twenty-two pounds.”
Andrew looked
shocked. “You’re both getting fat! To be honest, I didn’t notice
the extra pounds anywhere. I can assure you they didn’t go to your tits.”
I elbowed him in the
ribs, but we were all so comfortable that we hardly felt like kidding about the
fluctuation in our weight.
He held us tighter till
we felt like one continuous person. We get so close and comfortable this
way. Dee Dee and I have some kind of connection
that seems to defy logic. Each seems to know what the other is thinking
sometimes. Maybe it’s just that we are so alike that we end up thinking
the same things. But when we get close like this it almost feels like there is
a continuous mental-emotional connection linking all three of us.
I wasn’t really overcome
by passion, but still I wanted Andrew inside me. I looked over at
Deirdre. “Dee Dee, would you mind if I climbed on for
a few minutes. I need to feel closer.”
She smiled. “Go
ahead. I’m comfortable just as we are.”
I took hold of Andrew at
his most sensitive spot and impaled myself upon his beautiful cock. We
were still a three-person sandwich, but now I was on top. I lay there,
just relishing the feel of the three of us together, the feel of Andrew so
deeply inside of me, of his arm pulling me even tighter. I could die in
those arms.
My cheek was on Andrew’s
chest as I looked into Dee Dee’s eyes. She had the contented happy smile
she so often wears. Dee Dee must be the most
secure and happy person on earth. She radiates such nurturing
warmth. No wonder Andrew and I love her so.
I was there innocently
riding Andrew, just making the slightest of motions to keep up the contact
between his manhood and my womanhood, when it hit me. There was no build up
that I was consciously aware of. I was suddenly so very aroused. I
began wildly humping, moving ever more rapidly up and down his shaft. I
let out a loud moan and I was having a massive shuddering climax, my pussy
convulsing around his member. My eyes closed in ecstasy as I let the feelings
of fulfilled arousal and romantic lust overwhelm
me.
I opened my eyes to find
Dee Dee staring at me, still wearing her Mona
Emma’s Story
I could feel that Momma
Donnie was finished. I don’t usually eaves-drop on my parents (it pisses
Daddy off if he thinks we are doing that), but they are so emotional we kids
have trouble tuning them out sometimes. Besides, I needed to talk
to them and I didn’t want to interrupt at an embarrassing time. It
wouldn’t be embarrassing for me, but they are so sapien. So I waited till
Donnie was finished.
I knocked. I heard
Daddy say to come in. My parents were lying in bed, all wrapped in each
other. One of my favorite things is to feel their love for one
another. I want to help them feel that too.
Sometimes Momma Donnie is
afraid of losing Daddy’s love. She doesn’t understand that it can never
happen. I want to help her understand that.
All three of them smiled
at me when I went into the room. They didn’t mind me being there.
And they were interested in why I was there. After all, we kids never
interrupt our parents when they are making love. It’s one of our rules.
I said, “Could I talk to
you for a minute?”
All three of their heads
were sticking out from under the covers. Momma Dee Dee and Momma Donnie
were snuggling with Daddy in between. Daddy’s nice to snuggle with.
I do it all the time when we are watching movies.
Dee Dee said, “What do
you want to talk about, honey?”
I said, “I need to talk
to you about something. You had a problem and maybe I started it by
opening my mouth. I like to open my mouth.”
Daddy said, “It wasn’t
your fault, Emmy. You just told the truth. Maybe sometimes we don’t
need to hear all the truth all of the time. But what happened wasn’t your
fault, so don’t worry about it.”
He didn’t get my
point. “Daddy, I know it wasn’t my fault. I just gave you some
information. Then you three went crazy. I think we need to talk
about your relationship.”
Donnie said, “What are
you talking about? You’re our little girl and we love you. But you
have no business interfering in our relationship.”
I said, “I’m sorry,
Momma, but I know more about your relationship than you do. I think I can
help you understand each other better.”
Daddy intervened.
He appreciates my mind more than either of my mothers. They’ve never
really understood how smart we are. To them we are their sweet and
talented little boys and girls. Daddy knows better.
“If you have something
you think will help, Emmy, we’ll listen. But this better be good.”
I said, “Well your
problems all started with one of Daddy’s ridiculous theories.”
Both of my mothers
laughed. Daddy said, “You’re cutting me to the quick, here. Which
theory are we referring to?”
I said, “It’s that silly
‘chemical attractors’ thing. You talk about it so much I think that
Donnie and Dee Dee actually believe it. But it’s not only stupid, it’s
dangerous.”
Daddy looked hurt.
“Stupid? Dangerous? Maybe you better
explain yourself.”
I said, “Daddy, you’ve
convinced yourself that your relationship is built on some sort of chemical
attraction that none of you can fight. Don’t you see that Donnie might
think that as she gets older and enters menopause that her body chemistry might
change enough to turn off the chemical attraction?”
Daddy looked
shocked. I could see tears forming in Momma Donnie’s eyes. Daddy
said, “Donnie, you don’t actually believe that, do you?”
She said, “I don’t
know. I guess that the thought had crossed my mind. I’m old,
Andrew. Menopause is right around the corner. What then?”
I jumped in.
“Daddy, your theory sucks.”
He said, “Well, do you
have a better one?” rather petulantly for a thirty-four year old man, I
thought.
I said, “Actually, I
do. Had it occurred to you that it might just be love?”
He frowned. “That
isn’t the point, Emmy. We felt like this from the first moment we
met.
I said, “Why not? All
three of you are special people for Homo sapiens. You must be or you
wouldn’t have given birth to
Dee Dee jumped in.
“Oh, yes, Emma. I certainly would love to hear this. I’ve always
thought that Andrew’s theory was more amusing than factual. I personally
never took it that seriously, though apparently Donnie did.”
Daddy looked at Momma Dee
Dee with his mouth open. “You don’t buy my ‘chemical attractors’
theory? Why not?”
Dee Dee kissed Daddy on
the cheek. “Don’t be hurt, Andrew. That theory gave me an excuse to
seduce you, so it served its purpose. But it is just a little silly,
don’t you think?”
Daddy turned to me.
“Okay then Miss Big Mouth.
“Daddy, it’s more than a
theory.
He nodded. “Well,
yes. So what?”
“So you started to know
each other even before you met. And you both liked each other. You
liked each other’s minds. You both needed someone who was intelligent and
who respected your intelligence as well.
The important factor that
you haven’t considered is empathy. The things that separate New Man from
Homo sapiens are intelligence and empathy. The telepathy part is a subset
of empathy, I think. But all three of you are in the upper one percentile
of H. sapiens for both intelligence and empathy. That’s unusual.
Dee Dee
and Donnie have the empathy that many identical twins have, multiplied by the
fact that they are fourth generation identical twins. Each generation was
more empathic than the previous one. It has reached the point that you
are almost telempathic with each other. You must have noticed.”
Momma Dee Dee and Momma
Donnie looked at each other. They shared an embarrassed
smile. I knew what they were thinking. I can read their thoughts,
after all. They did notice. Most of their shared empathy was during
sex. That is when their emotions are at their peak. I thought I
better not bring that fact up. They like to pretend that their sex lives
are private.
I continued. “And
Daddy, you are just a naturally empathic person. Call it pure chance, but
you are even more empathic than Dee Dee and Donnie. After all, you felt
us girls in Momma’s womb, and our Mommas didn’t
That brings us back to
when Daddy and Dee Dee first met. You already liked each other’s
minds. Dee Dee especially liked that Daddy respected her for her
brain. And then when you met, well, you both were physically attracted to
each other. You are both very attractive for H. sapiens. So you liked
each other’s minds and found each other very physically attractive. And
Daddy, you thought Dee Dee had a sexy voice. You were half-way in love
with her before you met.
What happened was, when
you touched, (you did shake hands, right?), the empathy factor kicked in.
You felt each other’s natural attraction and your high empathy caused a
bridge. You got caught in an empathic feedback loop that built upon
itself. Each person’s attraction for the other fed upon itself and just
kept getting greater. You were madly in love before you even realized
it. That’s what happened. It had nothing to do with chemistry and
everything to do with love. You love each other because of who you are,
not because of some imagined body chemistry.”
Donnie said, “But what
about me? How could the same thing have happened twice if it wasn’t
chemical?”
I said, “You were both totally
ready for each other when you met. Momma, you were prepared to love Daddy
even before you met him. And Daddy was fooled when you first met into
thinking you were Dee Dee. So when you touched (you did touch, didn’t
you?)” - I could see by their guilty looks that they touched about as much as
two people could possibly touch when they first meet – “you got caught in the
same empathic feedback loop that Daddy and Dee Dee fell into. When Daddy
found out you weren’t Dee Dee, and he must have suspected something because he
could subconsciously sense a difference in your empathy, he found he was in
love with you too.”
Momma Dee Dee said, “I
like this theory. This is a good theory. Sorry, Andrew, but until
something better comes along, I’m buying Emma’s theory over yours.”
I said, “Uh, Momma, I’m
not done.”
Daddy said, “There’s
more? I thought you covered all of the bases. If my wives like your
theory better than mine, then fine. I’m going to withhold judgment for a
while until I know more.”
Donnie hit him. “Andrew,
don’t be a spoil sport. This theory works for me. It means we love
each other forever. Even if we can’t prove it, it’s a lovely theory.”
“Daddy I have some bad
news for you.”
He said, “What?
What could be worse than attacking one of my finest theories?”
I said, “Well, you know
this ‘sexiest man on earth’ thing. It might not be entirely accurate.”
He said, “Now what!
You haven’t been ‘adjusting’ the polls have you? I should have realized
it.”
“I didn’t adjust the polls,
Daddy. I didn’t do anything, this time. It’s just that you are
famous for doing a certain thing. People think you are the best in the
world at doing that certain thing.”
Momma Dee Dee was
amused. I think she finds everything funny. My Momma just loves
life. “Go ahead, Emma. Say it. You mean that people think
that Daddy is the world’s greatest lover.”
Daddy said, “Okay, where
are you going with this?”
“Think, Daddy! Who
have you been making love to? You’ve been with a thousand different women,
but they are all IAM twins! For them you are the world’s greatest
lover. Your empathy touches their empathy and you can feel what they
need. You do all the right things for them because you can sense what is
right for them. It’s just a natural fit.
But before you met Momma
Dee Dee, didn’t you have lovers then? Did they think you were God’s gift
to women?”
He said, “Hey, my sex
life before I was married is none of your business. Come to think of it, my
sex life after I was married is none of your business either. Okay, I’ll
admit it. Sex was always pleasant but not spectacular. Sex only
became spectacular after I met Dee Dee and Donnie.”
I said, “Aren’t you glad
you didn’t go to bed with Helen? She would be the first to discover the
truth. And she would have won the bet between her and Donnie.”
Donnie said, “How did you
know about our bet, you little vixen?”
Daddy was ready to
capitulate. “Forget it Donnie. Emmy knows everything about everyone.
That’s who she is. One of the things that have gone down the tubes with
the advent of New Man is personal privacy. It’s an alien concept to
them. Still it’s just a theory. She can’t prove it.”
I said, “But I can prove
it. I can make you understand it. I can let you feel it. How
would that be?”
Daddy answered. “What are
you talking about? How can you let us feel it?”
I asked, “Do you trust
me, Daddy? Would you let me tweak you a little bit?”
I could feel his
fear. He has this fear of mind control. That’s why he is such a
freedom of speech advocate. He doesn’t want people controlling what he
thinks or says, ever.
I said, “I promise I
won’t be making you think anything or feel anything that you don’t already
think or feel. I’ll just open the pathways that are already there a
little bit. You three are so close to us kids in empathy. Would you
like to feel what we feel? If you don’t like it I can change things
back.”
Daddy had his doubts but
I could tell that Momma Dee Dee and Momma Donnie were all for it. I could
see that they were rubbing his chest under the covers.
Donnie said, “Oh, come
on, Andrew.
Daddy sighed. He
can never say no to my Mommas. He is such a pushover.
He said, “Okay,
Okay! I’ll do it. You better not screw this up Emmy, or I’ll rip
your arm off and beat you over the head with it.” He is so funny
sometimes.
I closed my eyes and just
felt them. I followed their pathways. I knew what I was doing. I’ve
been this way many times, just to see if I could do it. I just never made
the adjustments before. I was telling the truth. They are so
empathic already, especially for H. sapiens, that the change was a minor
one.
I opened my eyes and my
parents were looking at me lovingly. They knew! I felt it. I
climbed on the bed and crawled on top of Daddy’s chest. I hugged
him. I couldn’t help it, I began to cry. Daddy finally knows how much
I love him.