Binky came back and had to clear his throat a couple of times. "Are you ready for phase two?"

Vince nodded and I found myself agreeing just to keep the sensation going.

Oh boy.

Vince the Moderate Merry Man Part 8
By Alfonsina

"So, Stephanie, do you know why most marriages fail?" Binky asked.

I broke the kiss briefly and said, "Lack of communication?"

Vince said, "You need to have common values." The kissing promptly resumed.

There were lots of relationship questions asked by Binky, but he seemed to be satisfied with the answers we were giving him. There were questions on all kinds of subjects and we agreed on most of the answers; I guess we shared values after all.

At one point I came out of the haze to look Vince in the eyes and ask, "Do you want kids at any point?"

"I was the fifth of eleven kids; I raised half of my bothers and sisters. I've done my time."

"Oh."

"I had a vasectomy after the third marriage. I mean it can be reversed if you want that, but I didn't want to have to worry about paternity tests years down the road."

No need for condoms or other pesky forms of birth control, YES!!

"You want kids, Steph?"

"Not really all that maternal," I said wishing that Binky would disappear.

I had to move Vince's hand again, it had gone too low on my thigh this time. He wasn't going to figure it out unless he was shown. After I made the adjustment, he gave me the most incredibly wicked smile and he mouthed the words 'that's a tiny thong'. I shook my head and mouthed 'commando'. That was when I was sure the question and answer game with Binky would be short lived.

"Did you see Tank today?" Binky asked.

"Yeah. He had a bunch of forms for me to sign." Pause followed by a long kiss. "Vince, you need to sign some stuff with him tomorrow."

"Good," Vince said.

"What? Does he do audits of the personnel files often?" I asked.

"Nope. Just as needed," Binky said.

Binky was looking mildly amused, and he seemed to have an agenda.

"How do you feel about commitment, Steph?" Binky asked.

"Why all the relationship questions?"

Binky opened up his wallet and handed me a business card that read:

Brian "Binky" Trask
Relationship Counselor

"Commitment is very important to me," I said while I was trying to breathe in whatever that scent was that Vince was wearing.

"So do you agree that before things go any further with Vince, you should have a formal and legally binding commitment?" Binky asked.

What the hell? "Why not? Sure. Of course I do." I would have said anything to make Binky just disappear and to have this booth turn into a motel room.

"Vince, do you also agree that before things go any further with Stephanie, you should have a formal and legally binding commitment?"

"Yes." Pause followed by a very long kiss. "I most definitely do."

"Are you willing to exchange rings to formalize this commitment?" Binky asked somebody.

Vince held up both our left hands for inspection while he nuzzled my neck.

"We can mark that off the list then," Binky said. "It's better than getting matching tattoos."

"Is that why you have a tattoo of a smiley face on your rump?" I asked. No wonder he didn't want to talk about it.

"Steph, I have a Cookie Monster on my ankle and my wife has a Big Bird on her shoulder," Binky said trying to save Vince an explanation. "We did it instead of rings because rings can get lost in combat. Besides, I like eating something sweet." Eww. Quite possibly that was too much personal information about Binky – at least based on the lusty grin on his face. "And my wife thinks I'm a bit of a bird brain."

"It was a dare when I was eighteen Stephanie, it wasn't done in a commitment ceremony of any kind," Vince said. "But it hurt when it was done and no one ever kissed it to make it better, you could be the only one to ever do that."

The bedroom eyes and the gravely voice were back. I was going to melt and soon.

"You have a list?" I tried to get the conversation back on track.

"Of course I do. I even have a sheet of paper for the two of you to sign once I can get the waitress and a busboy to come over here for a minute."

"I'll sign anything you want," I panted, "if you'll just leave."

Binky passed me a pen and I signed on the dotted line, so did Vince, the waitress and the busboy.

"That'll do for now. Congratulations, you two," Binky said with a wink.

"Congratulations on what, exactly?" I said. That word, congratulations, scared the shit out of me no matter when I heard it; usually it had to do with a car going to heaven and a bet being won.

Binky opened his wallet and handed me another card.

Brian "Binky" Trask
Reverend, Universal Church of Light.

Hell no. Did I just do what I think I just did?

"You are a minister?"

"Sure. I thought you knew. Back in the day, when I was in service, somebody needed to be ordained in the event of an emergency, to bless new babies, do funerals and perform the odd marriage. On lots of those missions people did more than one job, I took this one on because I can get great parking in hospital lots if I've got to visit someone. Plus I like being called 'Reverend Binky'."

Oh God.

"This can't be binding. We're supposed to go to city hall and wait like three days for the license," I said in a panic.

"Binky knows a guy who knows a guy who can get paperwork through the system quickly," Vince said playing with my fingers.

"What about calling family, renting a hall, ugly dresses for the bridesmaids?"

"Binky has done the last six of my weddings, all just like this one. They are all legal and binding. Do you already want out?" Vince asked looking both crushed and incredibly sexy.

I didn't want out until I'd had at least three orgasms. At the rate I was going, I was going to be denied any orgasm for the foreseeable future and I had a tiny water tank. It felt like I was going to go up in flames and this time it wasn't going to be an apartment that might be sacrificed. If the tavern burned, jobs could be lost, small children could be separated from their families, insurance premiums would certainly rise. This was a risk I just couldn't take.

"What will we tell everybody?" I asked.

"That you couldn't resist my charms?"

"No, really."

"Now I'm hurt. You are saying you can resist my charms?"

"I could if I wanted to," I said. That was a big fat lie. If I could resist his charms we wouldn't have ever slept together beyond the night in the stairwell. Each time we were together I fell more and more under his spell. How did he do that?

"We could say that you wanted to have your wicked way with me and I wouldn't put out until you made an honest man of me." That was closer to the truth than I wanted to admit.

"You didn't even look at the forms Tank had you sign did you?" Binky asked. "As your designated legal representative," he whipped out a card to that effect, "you need to read things before you sign them, Steph. Those were new tax and insurance forms for HR showing your change in marital status."

Shit.

"Tank knows?"

"Baby, everybody knows. We all knew you didn't stand a chance with Commitment Man here when you left the stairwell." Binky said.

Fuck. What about Ranger? What was I going to do about Ranger?

"Ranger already knows. He was going to fly out here to stop this and then realized that what you wanted was a commitment and not just to be a play thing. He wants you happy and he thinks this might make you both happy." Binky has very good ESP, impressive actually.

"So how many men were hurt at the gym in Atlanta?" I asked. I really didn't want anyone hurt on my account.

"Only about five. He really does wish you well and he wishes he'd gotten his own head out of his ass sooner," Binky said. Binky was definitely the man in the know and the man with the connections.

"I'm not going to live on the fourth floor," I said to Vince.

"I have my own house. After the fourth wife, Ranger found it distracting to the guys so I bought a small place."

"No one tried to take part of it during their divorce?"

Binky smiled and passed me a card, he was also a trust administrator and specialized in real estate LLCs. Binky was incredibly prepared. What pot didn't he have a finger in?

Vince said, "It's owned by a bloodline trust. The house and the items in trust can only go to someone directly related to me. None of my wives can get a piece of the house. If something happens to me, my family gets the house and they can sell it."

Oh boy. He wasn't prepared to see this marriage fail, but he wasn't going to come out with the fuzzy end of the lollipop if it did.

Binky finally took a hint to leave when Vince started to kiss me and I tried to crawl in his lap.

"Be good, you two."

"Oh, I plan on it," Vince said.

After several more minutes of public displays of affection and minor groping, Vince asked "Want to drive me home?"

"I don't know if I can make it that long," I breathed. "How far away is the house?"

"About fifteen minutes."

"It'll be hard."

"Sweet Pea, it's been hard since last night. Besides, I can't wait to hose you down in privacy."

Oh boy.

End.

A/N? I hope you enjoyed my mini MM story. Vince was too cute not to use! Thanks as always for reading and reviewing! Alf