Serendipity Ch. 46

Maria is also doing quite well, having to turn some jobs away even with taking on an assistant. A young Asian girl, the daughter of one of the members that she says reminds her own interest in sewing in her younger years. It's been after school and weekends, but she's coming along quite nicely. She still blushes when Maria makes some of the 'naughty' things.

Francis stayed with the county for another three years and was invaluable in tracing down some of the KORNE dealings and putting us in touch with another young lady in the office when she retired. We tried to get her to stay with us, but with one kid moving to Orlando and the other to Daytona Beach about the time the county was downsizing the office it was a perfect storm. Francis took the buy out and sold her house to be near her kids and grandkids.

We were saddened to hear of her passing two years later, a friend of hers sent us a copy of the announcement and funeral information, the family didn't think it was 'appropriate' for us to attend. As soon as Sam had an opening we flew out to visit her grave. Her friend met us, giving Nicole some un-mailed letters and a picture her kids didn't want let out. Francis was found on her favorite nude beach. All oiled up with a big peaceful smile, her hair gone white and her landing strip did as well or was died to match. She had on a big white floppy hat, her thick white nipple bands, and her white lace collar. The coroner said she went quietly sometime mid day and refused to acknowledge but grinned when asked if she had any adult toys in her when she passed.

Gladys spent very few nights with us after George had her fitted, but once or twice a year she still needed her 'titty bouncing fucks'. Brittany did spend a fair amount of nights over there with them, and even Nicole a few times.

Shortly after Francis passed, George took a turn for the worse. They had known liver problems were a possibility with some of the medications he was taking, but after nine years they thought that problem was beyond them. For as prepared as they were, and as easily as his passing was, Gladys turned into a real basket case within a week of his passing. Her kids were of no help, and it took us bringing her to our house and reintegrating her into our group to get her back to some semblance of life. She never was the same after that, and two years to the day of his passing we said goodbye to our little munchkin.

Epilog part B - Maya

Maya oh Maya, how can one little girl be both the apple of my eye and the pain in my ass?

She's the apple of my eye...

Maya was such a wonderful baby, never cried much unless she was hungry or needed changing. I was the only one she would take a bottle from... and the first one to hand her off when her diaper needed changing.

She was talking before she was a year old, and since I was always left with minding her giggling and blowing bubbles while the girls shopped, her first word was 'Danny'. The girls tried to say it was 'Daddy', but that didn't happen until almost a month later, and we kept it hidden from the girls for almost a week beyond that.

Maria was always 'Mother' with Momma Noll, Nicole, Momma Binny, Brittany, Momma Sammy, if it had been anybody but Maya they would have gotten decked, and Gama Fanny. The look on Francis' face when she first said that is a tape loop I will never let go of! Gladys was always Gladys.

I was Danny or Daddy, although later it was some times 'Daaaaaaad!" when she didn't get her way with me after Maria had already shut her down and Father when she was serious about something.

Between her mother, Melissa, and several of her adopted grandmothers, aunts and uncles, Maya was speaking English, Spanish, and German by the time she was two, and by the time we had her tested for kindergarten she had added French, and Korean and was working on Japanese.

Seemed our little Maya had around an eighty percent photographic memory. The girls loved it when Maya would back them up in an argument with me, not so much the other way around.

Her pre-kindergarten testing put her right up into the first grade, and she was still being supplemented by her 'grandmothers' and 'aunts' and 'uncles' out by the pool on weekends.

By the time second grade came around we had already had a few conversations with the school, she was helping out with other students, but some teachers were complaining of her causing problems in class. The one that made us start home schooling...

Maria and I met Maya with the principal, and her teacher, in the principal's office.

We had no more sat down and the young teacher spoke up. "You need to teach your daughter some manners, she needs to respect her elders!" glaring at me.

Wrong first move!

"Well then I suggest you follow your own advice and explain yourself."

She was a bit taken aback being challenged. It seems a smart young teacher with a hyphenated last name shouldn't be challenged. "She is constantly giving the other kids wrong information and trying to undercut my authority in class."

"That's a pretty general accusation. I'm assuming you have some facts to back that up."

Oh she got bug eyed, how dare a mere parent question her.

"A few weeks ago when we were covering the presidents she wrote down four answers to who was the first president and wants to argue about it. Today when we were discussing Paul Revere she tells the class that I'm wrong and that Paul Revere got arrested and didn't finish the journey."

I almost laughed, the young lady had no idea what can of worms she had opened. "Where did you get your degree?" I asked.

"UC Berkley, why?"

"Maybe you should go back and finish your education then."

"HOW DARE YOU!"

I held up my hand to stop her. "You've had your turn berating my daughter, now it's my turn to speak."

I turned to Maya who looked a bit worried. "Maya, where did you learn all the things you've been telling in class?" giving her a grin and a wink.

"Aunt Ida."

"Maybe Aunt Ida needs to go back to school then." The teacher responded before I could say any more.

I smiled up at her, "Aunt Ida, is Dr. Ida McClain, head of the history department at the state university. Her favorite topic and the point of one of her dissertations were the inaccuracies and falsehoods of history being taught in today's schools."

The teacher was open mouthed and the principal was smiling.

"And while you're at it, you might have a bit more respect for the young people you're attempting to teach. It's quite possible some of them are even smarter than you are."

"I doubt that." She said with a huff.

"How many languages do you speak?"

"English and Spanish."

Maya giggled.

"Maya here speaks English, Spanish, German, French, Korean, and is learning Japanese. She has almost an eighty percent photographic memory. I believe you owe Maya an apology."

"NEVER!"

I turned to the principal. "Tomorrow a letter will go out to every family with children here detailing the inappropriate behavior of this teacher. Willing to berate a student instead of admitting she was wrong"

"THAT'S SLANDER!"

"Not if it's true." I told her before I turned back to the principal. "The following Monday there will be a half page add in the paper detailing the same information along with her picture and a picture of this school, a week after that there will be several news crews out front. Am I making myself clear?" I looked at a worried principal and then at a smug teacher.

"You don't have the balls to do that." She sneered.

I smiled back at her, "Are you willing to bet your career on that?" I picked up Maya and we headed for the door.

Just as we went through the door Maria said, "You're getting soft in your old age dear, the last one you just had put in jail."

There was an interesting noise from the office behind us.

Miss UC Berkley didn't apologize so the letter went out to the parents. I protect my little girl! She apologized when parents started pulling their kids from her class and threatening to pull them from school. That teacher eventually went on to another school.

We had had enough though, and the following fall we started home schooling Maya. The room next to her mothers' workshop became her class room. Word got around and by the next year we had five more kids and three parents assisting. Along with many guest teachers from our members, many of whom were retired teachers and executives.

... and the pain in my ass!

For as smart as Maya was she was also very head strong, and had a knack for arguing enough for what she wanted that most of the time she got it... most of the time.

The only one more head strong than Maya was her mother. When it came to Maya, Maria was granite.

Our house was a bit unusual in that even as Maya was growing up we all stayed naked for the most part. Teaching her when she could and could not be naked when she was young was both frustrating and comical and we have the video to prove it.

Brittany explaining to her that I wasn't hurting her mother when she screamed and 'went to sleep' is another memory that makes me chuckle. Little girls should never get the chance to watch their parents have wild sex...

The day Maya proved she was as determined as her mother was one etched in my mind.

A few weeks before her thirteenth birthday she was having a heated discussion with her mother in Spanish. Becoming a teenager was an important milestone and Maya wanted something that her mother was not willing to concede. I didn't know the exact words in Spanish, but over the years I had learned the gist of a few of them and had learned to stay out of it.

The next two weeks Maya pouted and ran around in one of her old t-shirts avoiding us at all costs instead of her usual flaunting her naked body. The day of her birthday party the gathering was set out at the pool. Maya came out strutting and giggling showing off her new pierced nipples and the gold bars through them.

Seems she had been helping Momma Brittany out quite a bit and knew her way around nipple piercing and wanted it for her birthday.

Maria wasn't pleased but she had shown them off to all her guests already.

...current day...

Maya has just turned eighteen and is home on summer break between her junior and senior year of college. She and her mother are arguing in the den, mostly in Spanish with some English mixed in.

I turned to walk away.

Maya turned to me, "No Father, please stay. I have something to ask you." Oh ohhhh, this was a 'Father' conversation.

Maria said something in Spanish through clenched teeth.

"If it's good enough for you Mother, why isn't it good enough for me?"

Maya led me to my chair, Nicole was already in hers with a worried look. Sam and Brittany were there and she escorted Maria to the back before returning to kneel in front of me.

"Father, I have an unusual request. One I do not take lightly in spite of what mother thinks. In this matter I have asked her to recuse herself due to extreme bias."

Maria started to say something.

"Mother..." Maya said sternly.

Maya turned back to me smiling. "This is the only house I have known growing up. I know the events surrounding my conception, and in spite of that you have taken me and my mother in like we were your family. I've known of the uniqueness of this house from a young age, and grew to understand it more and more over the years."

"I have been blessed with the support of four mothers and an ever protective father that has introduced me to the most wonderful people and opportunities any child could ask for. I know that if you could, you would have married Momma Nicole, Momma Brittany, Momma Samantha, and Mother and adopted me. I also understand why you chose instead to make us a family in the manner you have."

"It is because of that choice that I am free to make a final request of you as a child of this house. I wish to make the change from a child of this house to a sister of this house."

Maria bowed her head and held up a length of ribbon about a half of an inch wide with little loops on the edges.

Maya had been wearing something white on her neck from a very young age to mimic her mothers, and in her teen years she had cornered Brittany to get the real explanation of what they meant. She had worn a small white string or very narrow ribbon from then on, but never anything wider.

All of a sudden I gasped and probably got bug eyed myself. I looked around at my girls, but NONE of them were looking me in the eye when I realized what my daughter was asking of me...

I realize I could have gone on for quite some time with this story line. But there are only so many ways you can describe great sex with the same small number of people and not get repetitive.

And yet I don't consider the story 'ending'. There were several nice scenes that just wouldn't come into focus during the rewrite of the corrupted files. And with all the nicely developed charters I can't just let them drop. The thought is to revisit the series with a few 'Day in the life' one shot pieces with the individual charters and Danny, the Renaissance festival, Christmas, Birthday, etc. when I hit a writers block on another project using the epilog as a base.

If there are any particular scenes that come to mind leave a comment, and non-anonymous takes priority... LOL

Thank you for sticking with me and as always don't forget to vote.

And just to be ornery, here's the preview of the next SciFi series in the works. It may be a while until it's posted as I only post completed stories but I hope you'll think it worth the wait.

We've all had those dreams as little kids, jumping off the porch toward a pile of leaves, and feeling like we were floating for just a second. Jumping for the tree branch or the basketball hoop, and had that feeling of just hanging in mid air for that split second...

Of course we all know it's just our imagination...

Or is it...