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My Inheritance

Chapter 6 Two Road Trips and A Funeral

MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 6

Two Road Trips and A Funeral

Uncle Bert's funeral was that day. We all attended, of course, as did his huge
family and many others I had never met. Uncle Bert was well loved.  I was
surprised how many women were there without a male escort.  A lot had wedding
rings.  I know it was a sad occasion being a funeral and all, but, I know Uncle
Bert.  He would have gotten a kick out of my erection from thinking about his
funeral goers.

My family all liked Mary and Andy. My parents were surprised when I told them
Andy was my girlfriend but they did not ask too many questions. After the
funeral, we went to the lawyers for the reading of the will. All Uncle Bert's
siblings were pleased with what he left them.  Mary and Andy acted as if could
not care less although they received a million dollars each. We all had a lovely
visit before the family went their separate ways. Mom and Ddad were the last to
leave. I told them I was moving to Colorado to live in Uncle Bert's place and I
would go to graduate school if I could.  They seemed OK with that.

I spent the next two days with Mary and Andy, learning all I needed to about
them. And, I had time to go through Uncle Bert's things.

"Why did you live over here and Uncle Bert at his place?" I asked.

Mary said, without emotion, "We were not his only girl friends, David."

"There were others?"

"Oh, yes. Many over the years. About three thousand, I think but Bert kept his
own counsel on that."  Again, my mind reeled at the thought of three thousand
like these two. Uncle Bert must have been a stud of the first order.

"Did you have other men?"  She smiled softly.

"Bert loved orgies, swapping, threesomes, foursomes, anything involving sex. I
was his party girl and we would party hardy." She got a far away look in her
eye.

"What are you thinking?" I asked.

"A few times Bert thought he was not enough for me, that I needed more. That was
not true, but, when he made his mind up...  So, twice he arranged for me to be
gang fucked. You know, ten or twelve guys at a time."

"Did you like that?"

"Bittersweet. I loved all the fucking but I was hurt because Bert felt he was
not enough for me."

"You really loved him, didn't you, Mary?"

She smiled wanly. "More than you will ever know.  More than he ever knew."

"And, Andy?"

"No one has touched her except Bert.  He really hoped you and she would....
well, become special friends."

"I think I would like that, too, Mary," I said.  I heard a soft sob behind me.
Andy had been listening. She curled up in my arms, sweet and warm, loving and
caring.

"I want to sell this house and all of us move in to the other one," I said.

Mary had a funny expression. "No. We need to keep this one for a year."  I
wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed that response.

For the next two weeks, I went through everything I could find at Uncle Bert's
house.  I knew he liked cubbyholes, little, tight places to hide things. Where
he hid the vial reaffirmed that. I went over that place from top to bottom. I
found some information on many areas of research but not what I expected to
find. Most of the hiding places were bare.

I got much closer to Mary and Andy during that time.  Andy had been programmed
to be my slave Uncle Bert had said. But he also said her natural proclivity as a
woman to love a man was directed at me. During this period, I could see her
natural side opening up to me, becoming closer. I knew I was falling for her. 
She fell for me the minute she saw me thanks to Uncle Bert. I really liked Mary,
too. I could see why see was his favorite woman. She was something special.

I was sitting on the porch enjoying the fine, warmer weather. Uncle Bert had
been dead seventeen days now.  I heard a car approaching and called Mary to come
outside.  It was two men, Ernie and Jeff.  Mary introduced us, saying they ran
the local hardware store.

"Come go to Golden with us. We need to go to the bank."

"Before you go, David, I have an envelope for you," Mary said.

The envelope contained a safe deposit box key. As I rode the conversation with
Jeff and Ernie was almost non existent. When we arrived at the Bank in Golden,
the woman guarding the safe deposit cages let us in. The box was in their name
but my key worked the lock. They sat in the corner as I opened it.

The safe deposit box contained a list of chemicals, some of which were ordinary
and some very esoteric. It has small notebook of Bert's research. The notebook
was marked volume one of ten. There was a note from Uncle Bert, who, of course,
was actually my father.

"Davy, you need to study the notebook. Then, go to Our Lady of Guadalupe Church
in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Ask for Father Jesus O'Brian. Tell him you are Davy
Wilson and show him your rose tattoo. This bank box is secure and you may reuse
it at any time. Just tell Jeff or Ernie you need to go to the bank."

I left the chemical list and the note but took the first notebook volume with
me.  Jeff and Ernie came alive after they heard the door click.  The ride home
was no conversation but I read. I took a day or two to read the notebook. I made
cash and credit card arrangements. When you have $20 million, the card companies
stand in line to issue you credit cards.

When I told the ladies I was leaving, I asked them both to join me. Andy giggled
and packed. Mary said she would make a later trip. Andy and I got in the Bronco
and headed down I70 for Denver, then turned south on I-25 for New Mexico.

I was pleased to find Andy, while obviously beautiful and built, was demure in
public, acting very ladylike indeed.  And, I told her that pleased me.

"That is the real me. A sweet little lady. Unless my man wants me, then I am a
fucking tigress." She bit me on the neck for emphasis. "You are my man, Davy.
You always will be."

I very much wished Uncle Bert was there with me. If nothing else than Andy, I
owed him a thanks I could never repay.

We stayed at the big, old, Lafonda Hotel on the square not far away from the
church. The church was several hundred years old but recently remodeled in the
original configuration. Father Jesus O'Brian was the decedent of an Irish family
who moved to Mexico in the last century, about the same time so many Irish
families came to the States. We found him in he rectory.

His greeting was warm and friendly.  Father was about sixty years old, two
hundred fifty pounds, six six, with a ruddy face.

Andy and I spent two months in Santa Fe. Father O'Brian's job was to give me
ethical and religious instructions. I read The Bible, then took the written and
oral tests he prepared. I read the saints and scholars of Christianity.  Father
was a hard task master, driving me onward.  College was never that hard.  Andy
was always beside me, taking the same instruction, learning and growing as I
was.

Santa Fe is a beautiful, high mountain resort, cool and pleasant. We enjoyed the
fine climate and food as we learned. And, of course, we always enjoyed each
other.  It was our honeymoon, I guess.

A couple of Santa Fe stories are worth repeating.

We had been there about two weeks when we took off a Saturday to explore the
surrounding mountains. We were walking along the trail when we came upon two
girls making love to each other.  They appeared to be about twenty. Both were
naked and they were lying on the top of a rock in a crack between two bigger
rocks. We heard their moaning as we watching as they sixty-nined. I could tell
Andy was getting turned on.

"Like that action?" I whispered.

"Yes," she replied, then she turned beet red. "You know I would never do
anything without your permission," she said.

"I know that, but, go ahead." She was naked and with them in a second.  What the
hell, I joined them.

Tasha and Donna were college students traveling and hiking for the summer. Both
were bi sexual, slim, trim and in excellent physical condition. I can not tell
you how good it felt to fuck three good looking woman and watch them pleasure
each other buck naked under the hot New Mexico sun. Andy enjoyed them as she
enjoyed all sex.  I did not even program her to not scream when she orgasmed. 
Down inside that little rock hollow her screams reverberated off the rock like
an echo chamber.  I wondered how many miles away people could hear her orgasm.

As we walking out, we came on a couple hiking out. They seemed very agitated.

"Did you hear it?" the woman asked almost in hysteria.

"Hear what?"

"A woman was being raped! My god, it was horrible!"  Her husband tried to calm
her.

"I think it was just a mountain lion, honey," he said condescendingly.

"Then the damn lion was raping a woman!" she snapped, not to be put off.

"When did it happen?" I asked.

"About forty minutes ago," he replied.  I thought back.

"Where did the sound come from?"

"In that direction," she said, pointing to where we had been.  "It sounded like
they had her in a cave. The sound was horrible!"  Tasha, Donna and I looked at
Andy, who turned beet red.

"That is your rape victim," I said pointing at her.

"I tried to be quite. Honest, I did," she murmured.

We laughed at the way to the hotel where Tasha and Donna spent the night with
us.

The other situation confirmed my Uncle Bert had indeed been there.  As we were
coming out of the church on the last day we were there, a nun approached us. She
was only in her forties with a sweet face and nice smile.

"Father said you are David Wilson?"

"Yes, Sister, I am."

"Then listen closely. Go to the third house. Find the love letters he kept.
Those from Anna, use the code from your seventh summer. Do you understand?"

I understood but I said "repeat." She did, verbatim.

"Thank you, Sister."

"For what? Who are you?"

I knew Uncle Bert's automatic deprogramming had occurred.


To be continued. . . .

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