Hello Friends!
First, I hope you are all well. I would like to remind everyone that while I am currently off of hiatus I may need to go on another hiatus, but it is still a time away though. Luckily life has permitted me to write a little bit at work and inspiration has been kind. In the mean time, enjoy the updates.
As always - MAJOR THANKS TO MY GIRL TINA! Thank you friend! XOXOX
Now we move into the standard section. If you know this well, then please move on to the warnings and need to know sections below!
~ THIS STORY IS NOT SEXUAL AGE PLAY! The girls are NOT little girls. They are NOT little girls. You can act young without being a little one. I work with twenty seven year old women who have three year old tantrums, on a regular daily basis, because they didn't get their way. They whine and complain and literally throw a tantrum. The girls in this story DO NOT go into a different mind set, they just act like younger girls and in this case, it's only when they need comfort. So let's go with the statement that sex or sexual games will not be used for comfort. I know this isn't making sense, but I don't know how to phrase it any other way.
~ NONE of the girls will have sex with Will or Shelby. The training they have, may result in them having orgasm, but they are NOT HAVING SEX with their Master or Mistress, BECAUSE they call them Mama and Daddy at times. Again, NO SEX between, the pets and the Master/Mistress. Any sex the pets have will be with each other or other members of the circle. Any sex Will and Shelby have, for this story, will be with each other only. For this story, Sex is defined as Consensual meeting of genitalia between two people.
~ THIS STORY IS A/U. Rachel is NOT Shelby's daughter. Again, Rachel is NOT Shelby's child. I WILL put this up in the warnings when the two of them start interacting more. She WILL eventually call her Mama, as the other girls do now, but it's a term of endearment/safety, NOT BECAUSE it's her true mother. Rachel is NOT Shelby's biological child.
~ The four girls did NOT go to school together. Quinn, Brittany, and Santana came to know each other and form a tight trio approximately a year ago. Rachel will be added to their little trio as the story goes on.
~ For this story, sexual orientation doesn't matter. Sex is just sex, the story is more about the lifestyle and the relations between the Masters/Mistresses and their pets, and not at all about who they're having sex with.
Need to Know:
~ This story started on a Thursday evening. It is currently Saturday two weeks and two days later! As a general reminder to everyone it took me 16 chapters to write one full week, and I did say the story would be 6 - 8 weeks long. In simple terms it's slow!
~ Flashbacks are in italics
~ All the girls are on Parent Time, the Unholy Trinity are working to come off of it.
~ Rachel has been conditioned for bell tones. All bell tones. This has not and will not change for quite a few chapters.
~ Rachel's stutter is GONE! She has reverted to younger speech and sometimes baby talk. She's working to communicate as much as she can with very little words.
~ Rachel's previous Sirs were put in prison for a very short time and then released - making them angry and annoyed.
~ Introduction of new characters. They are minor characters, but important for this part of the story especially.
Warnings:
~ FLASHBACKS MAY TRIGGER SOME PEOPLE. READ CAREFULLY!
Again, if you have any questions at all, please PM me so I can explain anything you don't understand. I hope you all read and enjoy.
Thanks for reading the story I want to tell.
Be well friends
Rachel was now back in the main exercise room, on the floor, on a "crash mat" while Will, Quinn and Santana sat in the bleacher type area simply watching. Will was staring intently at Rachel, trying to figure out what he would have to do and say at home when she had her homework. The other girls were on either side of him and both of them seemed to be restless in their seats. They were allowed in water therapy, but Scott didn't want them around for this hour of work. He had a plan, that he wasn't going to share with anyone yet, and the girls were now very protective of their sister and wanted to be right next to her. "Come on Rachel, push, you can do it," Scott said strongly and Santana wanted to pounce. She was ready to move, but Will stopped her.
"Santana Aurora, this is your very last warning for behavior and if I have to even think about scolding you one more time, you will be having a discussion with me in the bathroom, do you understand?" Will asked her sternly.
"Daddy, he is pushing her too much too fast, it's going to set her back, not make her better," Santana whined.
"Come here," he said and he pulled her into his lap and locked his arms low and tight around her waist and spoke kindly into her ear. "I am incredibly proud of you for being so protective and supportive. You do not know how happy that makes me. Now, all that being said, I want to know when you got your physical therapy degree, because maybe, just maybe Mr. Scott knows what he's doing with your sister," Will said and Santana couldn't help but smirk a little bit. She knew she was being teased and politely scolded. She also knew Will didn't want to really spank her and she really didn't want it, but she still felt it was important to protect Rachel.
"I just want her to be okay," Santana said. "I couldn't save her before, I'm here now, now I can help," she said.
"And telling the professionals how to do their job, is not helpful my love," he said and she pouted.
"She just looks very upset Daddy. She looks tired and done, and three hours is a lot. I'm done and I only did the one hour and I'm not broken," she said.
"Your sister is not broken," he told her.
"That's not the word I want, but you know what I mean right?" she asked hopefully.
"I understand that you want to protect your sister and I'm very proud of you. I also need you to understand you are Rachel's sister and not a bengal tiger. You are Santana Aurora Lopez Corcoran Schuester, and that I am here to be the tiger," he said.
"Mama's a better tiger," she grumbled and Will laughed and began to tickle her mercilessly, making her squeal with laughter. He knew she was being playful and when it came down to it, sometimes Shelby was the better tiger.
Down on the floor Scott spoke kindly. "I know you don't want to Rachel, but I promise you, you are ready. Your body is ready and the sooner I see you walk, the sooner I leave you alone and the less you have to come see me," he told her and that last statement was the one that truly got her attention.
"Say more," she requested softly.
"If you can show me that you can walk, on your own, without my help, or any assistance, then I can tell you that you don't have to come see me three times a week. We can cut you back to once a week," he told her and she seemed to smile a bit. "They will be longer sessions, and you'll have a lot of extra homework, but you'll only be here for three hours a week," he said and she let out an actual smile. "I thought you might like that. You are doing really well Rachel, I'm very proud of your hard work. I see you pushing yourself here, and I know your Mom and Dad watch you do your homework and they tell me that you do a good job with it. You are showing me you're ready. I think you are, so I want you to show me," he told her and she nodded her agreement. "Good girl, now just push a little more. Yell, scream, swear, and spit if you have to, just not on my shoes," he said and Rachel laughed.
"She's gonna fall Daddy," Quinn hissed. "She really is, please don't make her do this exercise," Quinn pleaded.
"Quinnie, I don't think Mr. Scott would let her do it, if she wasn't ready," Will said.
"But she's been working for two hours!" Quinn complained.
"I'm going to tell you what I told your sister. Mr. Scott knows what he's doing. Calm yourselves, and simply cheer her on, as we are supposed to be doing while we sit here and watch," he said and he was suddenly kicking himself. Shelby had warned him to bring their iPads, or iPods, or anything he could think of to distract the girls. They were wonderful cheerleaders, but now that the bond had been formed for all four of them, she knew they would watch Rachel like a hawk.
"Come on Rachel you can do it," Scott said. "Remember, this will show me that you only need to be here three hours a week in total. You are very close, and I'm very proud of you," Scott said and suddenly Rachel realized she was gaining her independence and it scared her. She couldn't gain complete independence. Gaining her independence meant she would be asked to leave. She wouldn't need help with anything and therefore not need to stay with Will, Shelby, or the girls. Her previous Sirs were out on bail, and they had run into Quinn and Brittany in the grocery store. They were going to work on finding her and possibly kill her for attempting to ruin their lives. Gaining independence was a bad thing.
Rachel thought for a moment and looked at Scott and shook her head no. She didn't know how to fend for herself and protect herself, and if she left and her Sirs found out, they would go after the people she now called family. They'd hurt them to get to her. She had to stay to protect them, that was a must. Gaining independence meant that she would have to protect too many people on her own, and also she'd have to give up some of the things she'd come to love. The joys she got from being held, cuddled, and loved in general, she wasn't ready to give that up. Gaining independence was not going to help. The only positive side of gaining independence of any kind would mean she would be able to try and fight them off when they did come.
With tears in her eyes she took the steps she had to take and Santana immediately stood up. "Daddy she is crying, go be a bear and stop it now, please," she begged of him.
"Alright, alright, calm down, stay here," he said seriously and Quinn sat up perfectly straight, bouncing slightly in her seat, not liking that she had to stay while Will went to help Rachel.
"Stop there please," Scott said when he saw that Will was about three feet away from Rachel. She could practically reach out and touch him. "She is very close and I want her to finish. If she can complete this task then she can reduce therapy to once a week for three hours at time," he said and Rachel started to cry harder.
"Daddy!" Quinn and Santana yelled from the bleachers with angry looks on their faces.
Will turned and gave them a look and they both pouted heavily and sat down on the bleachers, although they looked ready to sprint toward Rachel. "Stay there, both of you," he said seriously and their pouts deepened, and then he turned to Scott. "She is my daughter, and while I will let her finish her task, she and I are going to sit and talk and be together, while you go do something else," Will said protectively. He could be a bear when he needed to.
Scott put his hands up in a surrender motion. Will was in attack mode, and he wasn't going to fight with that. He walked away and Will moved in closer to Rachel. "Sweetheart, it's okay. I don't know why you're so upset, but I will help you figure out whatever it is, and your sisters are very willing to come help you if need be," he said and he moved in closer to her. "I'm going to pick you up and you and I are going to sit on the floor, cuddled together and figure this out, slowly, together," he told her.
He moved in close and sat down and very gently pulled her down into his lap and she sunk into him, curling up tight and whimpering in his arms. "Shhh, you're okay baby girl. You are. Can you tell Daddy what made you so upset?" he asked her.
"Yours?" she asked.
"Mine?" he questioned, not quite understanding what she was on about and he knew she wasn't going to say more than three words at a time. Every day she was improving. Her stutter was gone, but her language was incredibly young, and now she was speaking in broken sentences, using only enough words to hopefully get the point across. They were simply glad she was talking and they weren't going to push her.
"Daughter?" she asked him.
"Well," Will said cautiously. "Here's the deal. When we are at home, when we are out in public, when we are together anywhere, you are my daughter. Should you choose to stay with us forever, you will be considered my daughter. If you want to leave our house and go out on your own, I will still consider you my daughter. The only way that stops is if you make the choice that you want it to," he explained to her.
She took in his words and remained quiet and he knew she was trying to put it all together in her head. She was trying to make sense of everything and apparently she thought that she was not his daughter, or considered his daughter, or a part of their family at all. He let her be for a moment, before continuing. "I will never drop your own last name. You are always Rachel Barbara Berry, but we will add Corcoran and Schuester when we feel it is appropriate, because while you are with us, you are family," he said and again she still stayed quiet. "Tell me baby, do you know who has those names?" he asked her. "Tell me baby girl, who has the last name Corcoran?" he asked.
"Mama," she said.
"Very good and who has the last name Schuester?" he asked her.
"You Daddy," she said.
"Very good," he smiled. "So, if you call her Mama and me Daddy, we feel that we should reciprocate and call you our daughter," he said. "We did that with your sisters and we'll do that for you too," he told her.
"No walk," she finally said.
"You don't want to walk for Mr. Scott?" he asked and she shook her head no. "Do you want to tell Daddy why?" he asked gently and she shook her head no again. "Well you let me know when you're ready to tell that to Mr. Scott. You take as long as you need and I will stay with you," he told her.
After fifteen minutes, Rachel was finally calm and still holding tight to Will. "Daddy," she said softly.
"What's up baby?" he asked her.
"No walk," she said softly. "Rae-rae, no walk," she said, purposefully making herself young sounding so that he wouldn't push her.
"Alright, that's fine baby, but you have to tell Mr. Scott yourself sweetheart. I will support you no matter what my darling," he told her honestly. "You tell me when you're ready and then we'll call Mr. Scott over and you can tell him," Will explained to her.
Shelby went upstairs and into Brittany's room. The sun was high right now and starting to come into Brittany's room. She had refused her blindfold, because she was convinced that this was going to be a quick migraine and she only had to sleep it off while Rachel was at therapy. Sometimes, she got lucky. Shelby knew this was most likely not one of those times, but she wasn't going to turn that discussion into an argument. She was simply going to darken the room and pray she was wrong.
"Mmm, Mama," Brittany moaned as Shelby moved to the window and pulled the heavy curtains closed.
"Hi Baby Bree, how are you feeling sweetheart?" Shelby asked, taking a seat on the bed and petting her face gently.
"What time's it?" she asked.
"It's about one o'clock sweetheart."
"Rae-rae gone?" she asked.
"Yes baby, all your sisters are still at therapy with Daddy. They'll be home in another hour or so," she explained.
"We have to shop for Rae-rae's bed," she said softly.
Shelby smiled and laid down with Brittany, cuddling her close and scratching her scalp gently. Brittany moaned softly in pleasure. "You know what baby? I think it is wonderful that you want to help Rae-rae so much," Shelby said quietly.
"Sis-ser," she said tiredly.
"Yes, Rae-rae is your sister," Shelby smiled.
"Why duhn't she havva bed yet?" Brittany asked in a yawn, and closing her eyes to block out the small bit of light that was filtering in from the hallway. She couldn't quite get it and then very carefully turned over and hid her face against Shelby's shoulder.
"Shhh, sleep baby girl," Shelby told her.
"No Mama," she said softly. "Rae-rae needs a bed," she said softly.
"Really? We're going to argue when you have a migraine?" Shelby asked kindly.
"I want her to be like us, have like us," Brittany said softly.
"Soon baby, very soon, I promise," Shelby said.
"Tonight. I sleep now. We shop, after, fer-a-pee," she yawned and Shelby smiled. Only her sweet Baby Bree would be the first to make sure that Rachel was treated the same as everyone else.
"Alright my sweet girl. Mama needs her lovely sweet Baby Bree, to go to sleep then," Shelby said.
"You stay Mama?" she asked.
"Do you want Mama to stay for a little while?" she asked gently and Brittany nodded. I can stay for some time," Shelby said kindly and Brittany nodded and snuggled in closer. "I'll stay for some time, but we're going to bargain and you my love are going to put on your blindfold," Shelby said kindly.
"Why Mama?" Brittany asked in a whine.
"Because we want your headache to go away and we know that the blindfold is helpful. We also know if you want to go shopping for Rae's furniture tonight, then you need to have your headache, completely gone," Shelby explained.
Brittany let Shelby put the blindfold on and snuggled in as close as she could. It was rare for her to get Shelby all to herself and she was going to take advantage of it. She pushed herself as close as she could, draped her arm over Shelby's body, snuggled down a little bit and sighed happily. Having her Mama hold her like that, was one of the most comforting feelings in the world. Shelby smiled and cuddled her closer. She loved all of her girls so much.
Will pulled into the driveway and peaked in the rear view mirror to find all three of his loves sleeping peacefully against each other. Rachel was put safely in the middle and was leaning her head on Quinn's shoulder. "You are all so precious, and I can't believe it took us this long to get you," he said softly. Deciding that his girls needed to relax, he carefully pulled the car into the garage, shut off the car and closed the garage door, so they were kept sealed from the outside word and were able to sleep peacefully.
He went into the house and smiled at Shelby who was sitting at the kitchen table and coloring by herself. "Are you okay?" he asked her carefully wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling her cheek gently with his as she very carefully continued to color in the picture before her.
"I think so," she said honestly.
"Would you please elaborate?" he asked and she stayed silent and simply colored. She colored with the girls all the time, so they could focus and breathe and relax and figure out whatever it was that was bothering them.
"I thought I should take my own advice," she finally said. "Where are my girls?" she asked softly.
"Sleeping in the car," he said, "which is parked in the garage and the door is closed, so that they can get peace and quiet," he said leaving the door between the kitchen and the garage open. He didn't want the girls to wake up and not know where they were. "Where is Bree and also did your own advice help you in any way?" he asked her.
"Sleeping off her migraine and not really," she said honestly. "I started to color and I forgot what made me want to start in the first place and then I took a few deep breaths to try and remember and I couldn't, and so I put down the crayons, did the dishes, put them away, did two loads of laundry and cuddled with Bree for a little while," she said.
"And you texted me to say that Anne and Bruce are coming over and that Anne gave you a mild tongue lashing and you want me home so you can take the rest of the lashing with me by your side," he smiled at her.
"And now I know why I set to coloring," she said and they both laughed softly and she held on to him for a moment longer. "I want my other girls please," she said.
"Well you can do that, but we need to move them to a bedroom , otherwise I see us having three more girls with some soft of body pain. Shelby nodded her agreement and together the two of them very gently and carefully set to carrying the girls into the house and up to Brittany's bedroom. Shelby climbed inside the car and sat across from them, keeping them relaxed and calm and hopefully asleep, while Will very gently took each girl into his arms and wiggled out of the car. He was very grateful his girls were heavy sleepers. He was not grateful that it made them dead weight. "It's the only time I ever wish they were actual little girls," he laughed softly.
She smiled and gave him a hug and kiss. "Will you cuddle me on the couch until Bruce and Anne get here?" she asked hopefully and heard nothing but concern in her voice.
"I'd like nothing more," he smiled at her and she started to go downstairs. Will however, went into the bedroom, pulled out the blue monitor that was linked to Brittany's room and then the two of them went downstairs. He just wanted to make sure they could hear any noises coming from the bedroom, that indicated stress.
Will and Shelby cuddled on the couch in silence, in each others' arms and finally Shelby spoke. "I'm a little concerned about this impending talk," she said honestly.
"What do you think they'll want to talk about?" he asked.
"Most likely about how the session went and how I handled it, I'd imagine," she said.
"Shall we practice?" he offered and she nodded. "Alright, so as best you can, tell me what happened please," he said.
"It got very intense very quickly really. He just wanted harsh, like ridiculously harsh, so I did the best I could as safely as I could and he kind of freaked out. He got angry and aggressive and toed off with me. I didn't waste any time though and got in his face and got him cuffed to the bench. When he still demanded I be rougher, I tried but he complained it wasn't enough, so I told him the session was over and I left," she said.
As she spoke, Will played with her hair, knowing that relaxed her and she let out a happy sigh and cuddled further into him. "I don't think it's going to be as bad as you have maybe worked it up in your head," he offered.
"I sometimes hate that you know me so well," she said.
"Well, sometimes I forget and then I look at Quinnie or Sanny, and I am once again reminded that they are our daughters, without question, even when they aren't on parent time, and they get that trait from you," he said. "They get very concerned about the consequences of their actions and they work out many scenarios of consequences and they work up their counterpoints. You're doing the same thing now, only there's no whining and begging," he said.
"You're crazy," she giggled and she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I love you," she said once the kiss broke and there was a knock at the door. Bruce and Anne were smart enough to know it was the kinder option. Ringing a doorbell would only upset not only Rachel, but the entire house. "I'll go," she said. "Can you get a snack for our guests please?" she asked.
He nodded, leaned away, wiggled his body to the right angle, gave her a kiss, and then went into the kitchen to fix a snack. He heard Shelby greet their guests and smiled. They were so busy loving and caring for their own four girls, that they sometimes forgot the other members of the circle loved and cared for them with the same regard.
"Will, my boy, nothing fancy please!" Anne called out to him.
"Yes Ma'am," he called out to her and joined them moments later in the family room so that they could get there little meeting started.
Bruce had noticed the monitor on the coffee table immediately and lowered his voice as he asked his question. "Do Kenzie and Corey have a similarly aged playmate?" he asked looking down pointedly at the monitor and everyone followed his gaze.
"We honestly aren't sure. I got that, so that we can keep track of the girls when they actually sleep in their own rooms at night," he said.
"You're having problems with that again?" Anne asked with concern.
"No, they just want to be with Mama and Daddy and each other," Shelby said kindly and Anne smiled happily. It was a much better answer than what she had anticipated.
"NO NO NO!" Quinn screamed and she struggled to get up, tears pouring down her face. She had been overtaken by panic and she didn't realize the arms restraining her were Santana and Brittany. "NO!" she shrieked and while her sisters tried to calm her. All the shrieking and screaming had brought Anne and Bruce, as well as their pets running to the room; everyone shocked to find all three girls in the same bed. Bruce and Anne made sure everyone had their own room and yet, these girls stuck together as much as possible.
"Alright, my boys you can go back to bed. Thank you for coming to check on the girls," he said and gave each of them a loving kiss, before Anne escorted them off. It had to be Bruce to talk to the girls, because it was very late and they were still in the very early stages of getting used to Anne. "Annie come back when they're settled please," he said indicating she should return quickly. She thought this was a bad idea, but as her husband, dom, and leader of the community, she simply followed his instructions.
Bruce moved into the room and knelt by the edge of the bed. "Bree, I want to help, can you shift over so I can sit on the bed with you?" he asked and with tears in her own eyes she looked to Santana for help and Santana got very protective.
"NO! You can't!" Santana barked.
"Santana Aurora. It is the middle of the night, and while I understand you are trying to protect your sister, you will not speak to me that way. Now fix your tone and say it correctly.
"You can not sit here," she said and while there was still a very strong edge to her voice, she wasn't barking.
"That was much better, however, you're talking to me as if I'm out to hurt you and I'm not," he explained and he respectfully didn't move.
"No, no no, no," Quinn said and she started to pant and wheeze.
"She needs her inhaler!" Santana said and she went to run.
"Santana, stop. Panicking does no good. Stay calm. Quinn sweetheart, take easy breaths, sing softly, and we will be right back with your inhaler," Bruce said. "Brittany will you come with me. I know you know where Quinn keeps it in her purse," he said.
Tearfully Brittany went with him and they went down the stairs, and he let Brittany get the inhaler, waiting for her on the stairs. As soon as she got it, she walked back upstairs with him and he kept a hand on her shoulder. "Running in an situation like this, will not help sweetheart. I know you want to get to your sister, it's okay, that we're going a bit slowly," he said and the two of them power walked to the bedroom where Quinn was resting against Santana who was singing to her, rather than Quinn singing herself. "Singing helps Quinn, it helps regulate your lungs," he told her and she simply took the inhaler Brittany put in her hands. Quinn shoved it into her mouth and worked with it, doing what she had to do and balance out her lungs, which were on fire.
It finally passed and Bruce made sure all the girls were okay, and he turned to see Anne standing in the doorway which was why Santana had a death glare going. "Sanny, I'm not mad and no one is in trouble," Anne told her kindly knowing that Bruce was about to say something in a slightly harsher tone. He liked to match the tones of the pets and then bring them back down, but Santana didn't seem to work like that. You had to diffuse her first and then bring her around to your point of view, something Anne was very good at.
"I didn't mean it," Quinn cried, feeling terrible that she woke up the entire house.
"Didn't mean what sweetheart?" Bruce asked gently. All he wanted to do was jump in and scoop her into his arms, hold her tight and assure her that nothing bad had happened. She was still loved, no matter what.
"Tooo, way-ake ev'ry one," she pushed out, her breath slowly returning to a normal state.
"It's alright that you did," Anne assured her.
"It gives us a chance to ask you why you're all in one bed together," Bruce said and they all fell quiet. They weren't saying that. There was no way that any of them were going to mention the fact that they didn't trust the people they were living with. "No one?" he asked as the room remained silent. "Alright, well then Miss Anne and I will get you girls some more blankets so you can stay warm together. I know it's March, but it's still a bit chilly," he said kindly and he left the room.
"They are all very close, are they more accepting of Rachel?" Anne asked kindly as her memory faded.
"Well at therapy today, Sanny and Quinnie were guard dogs. I almost had to punish them," Will said.
"Why would you do that?" Bruce asked calmly.
"When I say guard dogs Sir, they were telling her therapists what was and wasn't acceptable, being slightly rude to them. It was incredibly sweet and disrespectful all at the same time," he smiled.
"Well it sounds like you're doing the right thing and I'm very happy that she is integrating so well into this family. I knew she would, but I didn't think it would be this quick, so I'm both relieved and grateful," he said.
"We're grateful too. I was beginning to think, I would never get through to Sanny, because she's still showing signs of wanting to be on Parent Time, but now I don't think it's because of a fear of being replaced," Shelby said.
"What do you think it's from?" Anne asked kindly.
"I think it's coming from knowing that there are evils out there and those evils are people and they know where our community is and they are looking for Rachel," Shelby explained.
"I would like to also say that she is not the only one concerned. Madam Corcoran, we need to review your tape from yesterday. You took much too long to get out of there. I know it was only three minutes, but a lot could have happened in that time and my main concern is your safety. I want to review this tape with both of you. I want you all to watch and react together," Bruce explained and everyone nodded their agreement.
No one knew that Rachel was awake and upstairs. Nothing had been heard on the monitor, mainly because Rachel was a non talker and when she did, her voice was soft and quiet. Santana had felt her move slightly and lifted up to look around. "Rae-rae," she hissed softly and Rachel turned to look at her. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Bathroom," Rachel whispered and Santana nodded and very quickly went back to sleep, glad to snuggle with her sisters, convinced that Rachel would be back. Rachel however crawled out of the room, toward the bathroom and was distracted by the voices in the family room. She decided the bathroom could wait and she crawled to the top of the stairs and listened. Eavesdropping would probably get her in trouble, but she needed to know the people watching out for her were safe, and right now, she wasn't completely convinced. Her stomach rumbled once, but she took a breath and started listening instead, all her attention being drawn to the voices of her Mama and Daddy. She heard words like protect, capture, intensity, healing, and medical. Her head was swimming and her stomach was now gurgling. She couldn't move, she was frozen in fear and she was learning that she was nothing but trouble to the new people who had taken her in. She called them Mama and Daddy, but she didn't think she should. She needed them to be safe and she suddenly felt her body start to cramp. She curled into a fetal position on the floor, hoping that the pain would go away, but it didn't, it only seemed to intensify, and she started to whimper. Her whimpers turned into down right cries of terror when her body did what it needed to do. The gurgling was her bowels and now she had messed her diaper.
Shelby reacted quickly. "Excuse me," she started.
"Not so fast, you need to finish this meeting," Will said strongly. "Figure out what you could have and probably should have done differently and then come up. I've changed her before, and it's probably just a muscle cramp that woke her up," he said. By the time he got up to the top of the stairs, Quinn and Santana were in the hallway and Brittany was lying in bed demanding to know what was going on. "All of you need to chill immediately," he said.
"Daddy, she needs help. She told me she was going to pee," Santana said.
"Shut up!" Rachel cried and everyone looked at her in shock.
"Hey, hey, hey, we do not scream at each other," he scolded. "Apologize to your sister," Will said and she gave him sad eyes. "No, it doesn't work like that Rachel. You yelled at Sanny for no reason, apologize," he lectured her. "When you apologize to Sanny, I will take you to the bathroom so you can do what you have to do," Will said.
"Sorry Sanny," she said softly and Santana rolled her eyes.
"Very good, that's enough girls. The two of you go back and lay down with Bree. She's going to need help resting away her migraine," he said and Santana was going to put up an argument, but Quinn pulled her into the room to avoid it as Will assisted Rachel into the bathroom.
"Stop being perfect!" Santana screamed in anger and frustration.
Downstairs, Shelby took a deep breath and tried to focus her frustration to release it before she went to talk to her girls. "Excuse me, I'm sorry, there are four girls and one parent up there. I need to separate my children," she said and she picked up the monitor and set it in her pocket before she went up the stairs, into Brittany's bedroom. The girls didn't know about their monitors and neither Will nor Shelby thought it was important to inform them that they had them. "Daddy just gave a lecture about screaming," she said seriously although she kept her voice soft, in order to avoid causing extra pain for Brittany. "Quinnie baby are you still tired?" she asked and Santana went to respond for her. "Do not speak. I was not talking to you," she said pulling her close and keeping her there, her hand sliding down to the small of Santana's back. It was a warning, either follow directions or get spanked.
"I'm okay Mama," she said softly.
"Alright then, I'd like you to go downstairs please. Mr. Bruce and Miss Anne are downstair, waiting for Mama to return, so you can sit and keep them company," she said kindly and Quinn nodded and left the room. "Bree baby, do you still hurt?" she asked.
"Only a tiny bit Mama, I'm sorry," she said.
"You haven't done anything wrong sweetheart. Go back to sleeping and resting and I will come check on you in a little while, so we can figure out if we're going to go shopping for Rae's new bedroom this evening," she said.
"She's getting her own room?" Santana asked incredulously.
"Do you have your own room?" Shelby asked her seriously and Santana shut her mouth, she didn't have a comeback to that and one wasn't really expected. "Keep resting Bree. Everyone is home so if you really need something, please call for someone, okay my love?" she asked her walking over and giving her a sweet kiss and petting her hair gently helping to lull her into a calm and relaxed state. "Sanny, come on, you are coming with me," she said and she took her downstairs with her, letting Will and Rachel have their time alone for the moment.
"No, Mama, I have to," Santana started.
"Follow my directions," Shelby finished. "Yes you have to follow my directions. You and Rachel are apparently having a stand off of some sort, and that is not what we need right now," Shelby said. "So you're going to come downstairs with me, and visit with Miss Anne and Mr Bruce, while Daddy and Rae take care of what they need to in the bathroom," she said.
The two of them made it downstairs and Anne smiled. "Well it's nice to see you girls," Anne smiled looking over to them, while Quinn and Bruce carried on their conversation.
Upstairs Will finally assisted Rachel into the bathroom and as soon as she was there she proceeded to scream bloody murder as she sunk down to the floor and into the cabinet, trying to back away from Will. "Rae-rae, stop baby girl. It's okay. You're freaking out, but you need to calm down a little bit, and let me know what's wrong." Rachel didn't look at him at first. "Rae-rae, come on love, take a breath, calm down, let me help," he said and she turned to present herself to him. "Rachel stop!" he said when she was half way into the position she was trying for. However she didn't listen and kept trying to turn, hurting herself with every movement she made. "Rachel no," Will scolded her, and she stopped moving, curled up in the fetal position, and made the only call for help that she thought might work.
"MAMA!" she screamed at the top of her lungs and Will shrunk back a bit. He hadn't thought she had that much power in her voice. Downstairs, everyone looked up at the second floor in shock. No one expected that voice.
Quinn and Santana were ready to fly out of the room. "No!" Shelby said quickly. "We sit and we visit," she said.
"But Mama, she called for you," Santana said.
"We can watch them both Shelby, I think you should go," Bruce said. He understood that Shelby was trying to show tough love, and also obedience to the community leader. The visit had been put together to review a session so that Shelby could better her safety. She was to review the tape with the club owners, explain her actions, and come up with other choices for the future, should something like that happen again. The chaos was ruining the last portion of that though, and so Bruce decided to end it early. He was proud of her for even attempting it. He could see her twitching with anticipation to get to her baby, who clearly wanted her.
"Thank you," Shelby said gratefully and Quinn and Santana watched as she walked out of the room and up the stairs, calm and relaxed as if nothing was wrong. As she climbed the stairs, once again Rachel screamed for her upstairs as Will tried to pull her out of her fetal position on the floor. However, all that did was make her cry harder and vomit slightly.
"Oh Rae," he sighed. "Come on baby, Daddy just wants you to get up on the toilet, that's all," he said and before he could say more Shelby cleared her throat at the doorway. "Am I requested downstairs?" he asked.
"No," she said kindly taking a survey of the situation before her. "I think we just need to get things cleaned up," she said and he gave her a funny look but nodded and stood to leave. "Call Terri please," she requested quietly. He nodded and left the room. First he called Terri, then he checked on Brittany, shocked to find her actually sleeping, and then he went to be with Santana, Quinn, Bruce, and Anne. "Okay my little lamb, Mama's here," she said kindly and she knelt down and very gently pet Rachel's face. "You need to take a breath my love. One deep breath, and then Mama is going to move you to standing," she said and after the moment, she pulled Rachel into her arms.
She got her up to standing, helping to support her and she very gently had Rachel wrap her arms around Shelby's waist. "Hold on baby girl, you're okay now, you're okay," she said gently. "You were okay before with Daddy, but you gave very good communication and for that I am very proud of you," she told her. "I know why you're upset right now. I understand, but you have to breathe steadily and let Mama help you. I will help you clean up and then we will sit and rest together," she told her and Rachel nodded. She very carefully pushed Rachel's sweat pants down her hips and Rachel cried harder. "Shhh, you're okay baby," she told her kindly and she very carefully pushed her diaper down her legs as well and then had her sit on the toilet and Rachel shrieked as her stomach gurgled and something fell out of her and into the toilet bowl. "Shhh, look at Mama, you're okay, we breathe," Shelby coached and even though Rachel didn't want to, she found herself breathing with Shelby.
"Shhh, you're okay sweetheart," Shelby cooed softly. "Look at Mama my little lamb. Look at Mama, let's keep breathing," she told her and Rachel looked but couldn't see too well. Her eyes were full of tears and everything in front of her was watery and unfocused. Shelby pulled out some tissues and helped her wipe her eyes. "Shhh, look at Mama, it's okay, you're okay my little lamb. You're just going to sit here for a little bit and calm down and then we'll talk, you're okay," she said.
"Mama," she pleaded after a few minutes.
"I'm right here baby, talk to Mama, it's okay," Shelby coaxed. She was fairly sure, Rachel was going to go back to not talking at all. She really hoped she was wrong and luckily fit turned out that she was wrong, because after a moment, Rachel finally spoke.
"Mama, Ow," she pushed out.
Shelby nodded and waited for more, simply glad that Rachel was speaking at all. When nothing more came, Shelby spoke gently. "What's ow?" she asked her. "What hurts my Rae?" she asked. She didn't want to talk to Rachel like she was a baby, but at this point she had no choice. She was taking all her cues from Rachel and all Rachel was showing was a desire to be babied.
"Ow," she whimpered again.
"Shhh, it's alright sweetheart, tell me where it hurts and I will help you out," Shelby told her. Rachel didn't talk, she just pointed down to the toilet. "The toilet hurts?" Shelby asked and Rachel shook her head no. "Does Rae's body hurt her?" she asked and Rachel nodded, tears starting to flow again. "Shhh, okay my little lamb, show Mama where, try to show me," she coaxed her and Rachel pointed down to her crotch.
"Okay my love. Mama will get you cleaned up. I need you to sit on the toilet for a few moments more though. We just have to be sure that everything is out of you," Shelby told her knowingly and Rachel set to crying. She cried the entire time Shelby waited and even as Shelby began to move her. "Gentle baby, very gentle," Shelby said kindly and she very carefully reached under the sink and pulled out what she needed, which was a fresh diaper, the topical cream, and a box of wipes to gently clean Rachel's body with. "Alright my little lamb, come on," Shelby said gently and she very carefully lifted Rachel up and laid her down on the counter top, once again happy they never remodeled this sink. "Shhh, I know sweetheart, I'm so sorry baby," she told her as she very gently cleaned her up and put her in a clean diaper. Once she was all set, Shelby washed her hands and lifted Rachel into her arms, carrying her down the hallway and into her bedroom. She sat down in the rocking chair, cradled Rachel in her arms and waited for her little lamb to calm down.
Rachel's body was full of tension and she was so upset and unfocused that she wasn't able to breathe regularly. "We're going to talk my love, but not until you are completely ready and it doesn't matter how long it takes. Right now, just rest with Mama," she cooed softly and ever so slowly, the tension began to dissolve from Rachel's muscles. It was how Terri found them a few minutes later. "Sorry it took me so long," she said softly.
"That's alright," Shelby smiled. "We called you because, you told me something was going to happen today and it did, and I think you can explain it much better than I would be able to," Shelby said.
Terri smiled and took a seat on the matching ottoman at Shelby's feet, getting in very close and being very gentle. "Are you okay my sweet Rae?" she asked and Rachel gave her a funny look. She didn't really understand why everyone was being so nice to her. She should have been punished for what she did. She should have been used. She had Shelby clean her, thoroughly, in very intimate places, and all Shelby did afterward was wash her hands. "Tell me sweetheart, will you tell me what happened please?" she asked her.
Rachel said nothing and Shelby took a moment to speak. "Rae-rae baby, who's that?" Shelby asked pointing discretely to Terri. "Who is that my love, can you say her name?" she pressed gently.
"Aunt Terri," Rachel said softly.
"Yes, I am, but I am also your doctor which makes me a very special person. See, being your aunt means I have to follow Mama and Daddy's rules," she told her. "But," she said smiling. "being your doctor means that my rules trump their rules. It means my rules are a little bit more important than their rules," she smiled. "So I just need to know one thing. Did you go to the bathroom?" she asked her. Rachel blushed heavily and simply nodded. "Did it hurt?" she asked and Rachel shook her head no. "That's good. I'm glad it didn't hurt," she said. "I'm also glad to know that your body is healing," Terri said.
"Ow," Rachel said softly.
"Did it hurt?" Terri asked again. She'd had a feeling this was going to happen. Rachel was concerned and tense, and she was going to say anything she could, to be sure she would please these people. She still didn't understand they were simply after the truth of the situation. Rachel blushed heavily and shook her head no. "I'm glad it didn't hurt," Terri told her.
"Ow," Rachel repeated, only this time, there was something in her voice and a look on her face that Terri noticed.
"You know what sweetheart? I spent a very long day in the ER with lots of bells and whistles and people yelling and screaming. Can I get a white board and we can just write back and forth, so it can be quiet?" she asked and Rachel nodded.
"There's a white board and markers in Sanny's room. Why don't you get that one," Shelby suggested and Rachel's tension seemed to increase as Terri stood to leave. Shelby just rocked her and kept up a gentle stream of nonsense words so Rachel would stay calm. They needed to communicate.
Terri returned with the white board and two markers holding one out to Rachel. "Alright sweetheart, so, now we can all be quiet and you and I can communicate through here," she said and Rachel slowly nodded her agreement.
Terri picked up her red marker and wrote carefully. "I'm glad you were able to go to the bathroom," Terri wrote.
"Something fell out" Rachel wrote followed by the drawing of a frowning face.
"Poop," Terri wrote for her.
"How?" Rachel wrote.
"We gave you a special diet. Your intestines needed time to heal and now that they are, they are moving your bowels for you. Does that help answer your question?"
Rachel nodded and thought for a moment. ?Diaper?" she wrote
"You're wearing one now my love," Shelby said kindly and Rachel nodded.
?All the time? she wrote.
"Until we can get your body reconditioned to bell tones, yes, you will be wearing a diaper," Shelby said.
?Diaper = Toilet?
"Not at all my love," Shelby said quickly. "The diaper is simply for protection. If you use it, it's because your body reacted faster than you could get to a bathroom. You just have to tell someone that you need help changing and we will help you," Shelby said softly.
"Rae sweetheart," Terri said kindly and softly. "That is sometimes going to happen. Your muscles took a great deal of repair and because of that, it's going to take a while to get them working 'normally' again," Terri explained putting air quotes around the world normal. Normal could mean any number of things. "Sometimes it may just slip out of you and sometimes it may be so firm that you need assistance," Terri said and Rachel gave her a strange and concerned look.
?Assistance how?
"Do you know what an enema is?" Rachel thought for a moment and nodded. "Well if you are having trouble going to the bathroom, then you just tell Mama or Daddy and they will help you take one or give you one, or whatever it is that will best help you," Terri explained and Rachel seemed to think about that for a few moments. Rachel wasn't sure what to think about that, and she decided that she was not liking this conversation anymore.
"Mama," she finally said turning to look at Shelby and then curled into her.
"It's okay to finish talking with Aunt Terri my little lamb," she said and Rachel shook her head no and curled up tighter. She wanted her Mama, needed her Mama, and wasn't going to give that up. Shelby was the most important person in her world at the moment and she wasn't about to let go. "Alright, baby girl," she said gathered her close and rested quietly for a few moment.
It didn't take long for Rachel to fall to sleep and Shelby sighed. "Was it bad?" Terri asked knowing Rachel had been upset because she messed herself.
"It was loose and I think it scared her. It's also my fault. We haven't talked about the bathroom, or when her body is going to be back to normal. I'm also highly impressed that you knew the day and told me ahead of time," Shelby said. "She was very upset that it happened at all," Shelby said.
"I'm sure that was rather messy," Terri smirked. She worked in a hospital. Bodily fluids were sometimes her life story.
"Don't gloat," Shelby laughed. "And yes it was," she added.
"You look good with a little girl. I wonder why Daddy didn't send you any boys," she said.
"Bite your tongue, because if he hears you, he just might," Shelby laughed and then she went back to cuddling Rachel close. "I will admit something to you though," she offered and Terri nodded. "I'm fairly sure I have a baby girl and I mean a real baby girl, and I feel as though by the time this nap is over, I'm not going to be rid of my baby girl any time soon, which is going to make shopping a very unique experience," she said.
"You're going tonight?" Terri asked.
"We have to. She needs a room of her own. She needs a space of her own, where she can go and feel as though nothing will happen to her. The room is all cleared out, it's just missing the proper furniture. The DVR box and the tv are standard so those are easy, but the chair, the bed, the dresser and the paint. I want her there to pick out her things, the other girls got to do that and she is no different," Shelby explained.
"Personally I think shopping tonight is a bad idea, but that's just my opinion, so you do what you feel is right. You do a phenomenal job with my nieces, so in that aspect what I think doesn't matter. What does matter is that Quinnie needs a shot of prednisone, her lungs are terrible, and she's had too many attacks in a very short amount of time. I want to go home and get her what she needs," Terri said.
"Have Will with you and good luck," Shelby said honestly. Quinn was not the best patient and now she was going to need a shot, in her butt, and she wasn't going to like that at all.
Oliver sat at the computer and growled. He'd been sitting there for an hour now, and finally Vincent came downstairs, wrapped his partner in a hug from behind and began giving him love bites to the crook of his neck and shoulder. Oliver moaned and Vincent, reached his hand up and under Oliver's shirt, running his hand over his nipple and squeezing gently at first. "Did you find them?" he asked.
"No," Oliver said and he hissed in pain as Vincent sunk his teeth further into Oliver's skin and then squeezed and twisted his nipple directly.
"That was not our deal my boy. I was supposed to go upstairs and clean which I did while you were to look up license plates, so we can get those two little blondes," he said and when he stopped speaking he let go of his nipple and Oliver felt breath rush back into his body causing whatever small erection he had to grow ten fold.
"Everything is either going to cost us money, or make us wait a few days or possibly both. Finding their plates is not going to be easy," he said.
"We'll work on that later. What do you want to do about Rachel?"
"Find her and punish her for ruining our life. Our very short stay in prison was awful without you," he pouted. "They should have put us together, instead they stuck me in a room with drunks, and I just wanted you," he pouted.
"Awww, poor baby," Vincent said and he pulled Oliver into his lap and cuddled him close, biting his neck and leaving marks, making Oliver moan excitedly as Vincent continued to stimulate him. After a few minutes, Vincent stopped and rubbed and squeezed the back of Oliver's neck, seeing him look very tense.
"I don't understand why she left and why she decided to press charges. That is not like her," he said. "We took her in, we clothed her, fed her, and gave her every sexual escapade we could think of. Why would she be angry at us?" Oliver asked.
"Because she's an ungrateful little bitch," Vincent said. "We do however need to find her and explain to her that what she did was wrong and she will need to be punished for it. Once she accepts her punishment and drops the charges, then she can come back and we can get back to what we had," Vincent explained. "Now then, tell me about Bruce, how did you find him?"
"I went for that session at Eve's Garden, like we always said we'd been wanting to try and the bitch that I had, was terrible, so I asked for her name and the owner's name and the little girl behind the desk told me it was Bruce Miller."
"So then I think in the morning, you and I are going to go down to Eve's Garden and have a little talk with Bruce Miller. We will explain who we are and what we want, and we will be as polite and cordial as possible. It's that simple," he said.
"Until we find out she spun it in her favor and made us look like the bad guys," Oliver said.
"So we'll go with insurance. We'll show him photos and make him listen to recordings that we have of her begging us for more," he said.
"You still have all those?" Oliver asked happily.
"I do, shall we go take a listen?" he asked.
"I loved hearing her scream, let's go," Oliver grinned and leaned in, kissing Vincent hungrily and forcefully, biting his tongue so hard, he drew a little bit of blood.
"Mmm, so fresh," Vincent grinned, tasting the blood as they continued to kiss.
"She spun it against us, you know she did. I don't know how we're going to convince him to even let us talk to her and he probably knows we were arrested and made bail. I don't think you are taking into account how difficult this is going to be," he said
"You want to research don't you?" he asked his partner and Oliver sighed and nodded.
"I just think it's our best option. We need to show him that she loved it, wanted it, craved it. We have to, otherwise, meeting her and talking to her and explaining everything to her including why what she did was wrong. We have to explain it all so we can get her back. She was very helpful to us a great deal of the time," Oliver said.
"Alright, well let's pull up the photos and audio files," Vincent agreed. "I will do that and you call this Eve's Garden place and get a meeting with Bruce Miller.
Oliver nodded and left the room, in order to go call the club from the kitchen, while fixing a few sandwiches for him and Vincent to eat for dinner. He dialed the club and was glad to hear the voice he recognized answering the phone. "Eve's Garden, how may I help you?" she asked.
"Yes, this is Mr. Crane and I am looking to make an appointment with the owner for tomorrow afternoon please," he said.
"Please hold," Devon said and she placed the call on hold and used the other line to call Bruce. "Pick up, pick up, pick up," she said as the phone rang.
"I'm here Devon," Bruce said and she felt her body relax a little bit
"Thank God, Sir, he's back, he's calling. The man who was upfront with Miss C, and he wants a meeting with you," she said her voice getting a little bit panicked.
"Calm down Devon, take a deep breath please," he said. "I am currently with Mr. S and Miss C. right now. First of all, are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes Sir, he's simply on the phone, requesting an appointment with you," she said.
"Give him whatever appointment time he wishes and then call me back and let me know what he chose. I will make sure that I am there, and while you are doing that I'm going to text the local police. I don't know if the police will be able to do anything, but it is worth investigating," he said.
"Yes Sir, I will text you shortly," Devon said and then disconnected, going back to the phone. "Thank you for holding Mr. Crane, I have spoken with Sir Miller and he has said that you may choose an appointment time for tomorrow. Whatever is most convenient for your schedule," she explained.
"Well it took you long enough," he grumbled and Devon rolled her eyes. She didn't say anything further, she simply waited for him to choose a time. "Vin, what time?" he called out.
"Ten thirty is good with me," he said and he played an audio clip on the computer that was loud enough for Devon to hear and she stomach lurched. There was a young girl in the background screaming and crying, and all Devon could think about were Mackenzie and Courtney. She seen them twice in the club and both times it was much too overwhelming for them. The voice she was hearing now was so young and so scared, it was heart breaking.
"Ten thirty," Oliver said.
"Yes Mr. Crane. Your appointment is set for ten thirty tomorrow morning," Devon said. "Thank you for calling and have a good day," she said. She had to be professional and polite, but she really didn't want to be.
She hung up and texted Bruce immediately. "Mr. Crane and I'm assuming his husband will be here at ten thirty tomorrow morning Sir," she texted and then she went into the books and began blocking and rearranging to be sure his schedule was completely clear.
Bruce's phone beeped and he excused himself for a moment, going to the front porch. "Thank you Devon and I will be to the club shortly to check on a few things," he texted back and then he paced for a few moments. The man who had been so aggressive with Shelby was now coming back to see him, and he wasn't entirely sure what he should do about it, so he called the local policeman that he knew to get some advice.
Bruce walked into the coffee shop and sat down at the table by the logo in the window. He worse his blue jeans, white t-shirt, and denim jacket, just as he said he would. He ordered himself a coffee and tipped the waitress extra. "Ma'am when you see my friend join me, please wait a few moments and then come get him his order. I will pay for it. You would accept no money from him," Bruce said and she gave him a funny look, but nodded her agreement.
He sipped on his coffee and ten minutes later another gentleman wearing a similar outfit came to join him. The waitress did exactly as asked and once she saw the gentlemen exchange pleasantries, she took the order, delivered it, received a second tip from Bruce and then left the men alone and she took extra care to make sure no one sat near them.
"Bruce my friend, it's been a long time, how are you?"
"I'm good Joe, how are you?" Bruce smiled.
"I have a feeling that you are up to no good, but before we talk about that, please clear up. How are the kids and how is your wife?" he asked.
"Everyone is well thank you. The kids are married and engaged, both living out in Colorado and Annie and I are very happy empty-nesters," he smiled. "How about you and Colleen?"
"Very well. We're working on baby number four at the moment," Joe smiled.
"Congratulations, that is wonderful. Do we know details yet?" he asked.
"No, when I say, working, I mean working," he said with a wicked grin.
"Point taken," Bruce smiled. "Have fun with it," he said.
"We will, well we are, now tell me, why are we meeting here? What did you have to talk to me about and how concerned should I be? You haven't done anything illegal have you?"
"No, and that is why you're here, so that I don't do anything illegal. I want to open a business. A club. A fetish club of sorts, and I want it all on the up and up. I don't want anyone coming to me, telling me, that I've broken the law in any way. I have children that I like to visit, and that is tough to do from prison," he said.
"It is," Joe agreed. "Tell me more about what you're looking to do and I'll see what advice I can come up with now and what needs more research," he requested and Bruce began to explain things. "It doesn't sound bad actually. It sounds intriguing and smart in a way. Here is what I suggest as far as the legality of this business. First of all, prostitution is still illegal, so you can't actually have sex with your clients, nor can any of your employees," he said. "However, for our area, sex is defined as genitalia interacting with genitalia. Manipulation of genitalia with fingers or toys is completely allowed. I strongly recommend that you get your entire building wired for sight and sound. Every room where clients will be, should have at least one camera and one microphone and everyone who works for you and is a customer of yours should sign a legal document that they are aware of this fact. Lay it all out and then charge whatever you want. If you find the right market and do the right advertising in the right places, I really think you'll be able to pull people out of the woodwork for this, and I'm jealous I didn't think of it before you," Joe smiled.
"Officer Brian, you have been most helpful. Thank you for your time. The bill and tip has already been taken care of, so there is no need to bother and I am going to go see my lawyer right now. My love to your wife and the babies. Have fun with number four," he smiled and with a friendly handshake and pat on the back, Bruce left the coffee shop to go visit a lawyer and start getting permits. He'd gotten a lot of good news and he felt excited about the future.
"Hey Bruce, what's up? Hold on. Grace Elizabeth, you sit your little bottom down on that chair and you do not move!" Joe yelled and Bruce simply smiled.
"Fun day?" Bruce teased him.
"Mmm, something like that, how can I help you buddy?"
"I have a client coming in to discuss something with me. He came to the club yesterday and had a session, which did not end how he wanted. My employee was very professional and he was not. I don't want to deny him the meeting and also the safety of my staff is one of my top concerns. I stand by everything she did. It's laid out in the contract that he signed, that our rules were are to strictly followed. My Madam followed them to the letter. He did not," Bruce explained.
"Understood. simply remind him that everything is wired for sight and sound and remember he signed a contract that outlines not only the rules but also what the consequences are for not following those rules. All you have to do is show the tape to this person and let them see for themselves," Joe said. "I see no reason for you to be in any trouble. We made sure everything was set up as legally as possible several years ago for reasons just like this. I really believe you will be okay," Joe said.
"Thank you my friend and tell my little Gracie that her Uncle Bruce loves her very much," he said.
"When she starts behaving again, I'll send her over to you," he laughed and the two gentlemen hung up and Bruce returned back to the group.
"I'm very sorry about that my loves. Club business sometimes pulls me away," he said and everyone nodded. "So then my dears, tell me, how do you think your new sister is doing so far?" he asked Quinn and Santana.
Santana raised her hand immediately and Bruce nodded at her. "We knew her, we knew her and we didn't save her and now we have to work really really really hard to keep her here and safe, because people are sending bells and scaring her and out on bail and it's just al bad. We need to keep her safe, because now we know and now we can," she said.
"Sanny," Quinn hissed, thinking her behavior was completely inappropriate.
"Sanny sweetheart, take a breathe please," Bruce said kindly and she did as asked. "Now, let's back up a bit. Why do you say that you've known Rachel before?"
"Miss Kate took us to that awful mansion," she said.
"Five awful mansions," Quinn pouted.
"No, this was the really bad one," Santana said.
"Sanny, they all sucked!" Quinn almost whined at her.
"Ladies," Will started. "Quinnie, if you need to sit on my lap you can," he said and it was more of a warning than an offering. If she was sitting on his lap, he could spank her more easily and he wouldn't hesitate, and she knew it.
"Quinnie. Think. Think really hard. I don't remember where it was. I remember we were all exhausted and we fell asleep in the car and she pulled us out. Remember? Bree got her black eye that night, because she was shoved into a door. Remember?" Santana pressed and she waited for Quinn to try and remember this particular awful night.
"With the ducks?" she asked and Will forced himself to stay calm. He wasn't sure he needed to hear about ducks or doors or black eyes at the moment. He didn't think he could stomach it. He always wondered how his girls could be so much braver than he was sometimes.
"No, that one was almost nice actually. That was the one with the wet lady. She wanted to breast feed us. This was the one with the long driveway and the wings. One central location and then three wings and we went our separate ways to find ridiculous things," she said. "I had to look for a candelabra and you had to," she said.
"Get a remote," Quinn said as it dawned on her. "And nurse, she's a wet nurse."
"Stop being so damned perfect and just listen," Santana whined.
"Santana Aurora, watch it," Will said seriously and she blushed but then continued.
"That night, I heard Rachel, I saw her, but I didn't know it was her. A big guy had his hand tangled up in her hair and he was yelling at her, moving her around by her head. I didn't know it was her. I didn't know it was so bad. We were still learning what bad really was ourselves, but she made a noise was he pushed her and she makes that noise now. She makes it because of therapy and she's healing and all of that, but she made it then because she was in pain and was being tormented. We ran the same pathway back then and we didn't know so we didn't save her. We have to save her now. Her Sirs can not get her," she said.
Anne was listening and while she felt proud, she was also very concerned. Santana remembered a man with a voice, and very few physical features about him, and Anne had watched the tape. A lot of men had those features and characteristics, but Anne needed to be sure. At the current moment, she was starting to put the pieces together that it was actually one of Rachel's Sirs who had come in to have time with Shelby and her heart sort of jumped into her throat. If that was the case, it was a very bad case and Anne worked to steady herself before speaking. "Sanny, look at me please baby," she said kindly and Santana followed instructions without trouble. "We are going to do everything we can to not only press charges against her Sirs, because we are fairly certain they are responsible for another person's death, but we will also work to keep all of you safe. Once you are in our circle, we keep you safe, that has never changed," Anne said and Santana nodded.
"We have her here now Miss. We can't let her go please," Santana said.
"We won't baby, I promise," Anne told her.