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thought maybe they didn t. It was so hard to tell. They were so polite
and kind, but surely there was genuine feeling there as well?
And what about the whole ménage side of the equation?
Everyone knows about Hugh Hefner and his two-women-at-a time,
policy. And of course Mormons and Muslims have multiple wives.
But what about polyandry? Two men, one woman?
I m sure I heard about it being legal somewhere in Canada.
And it used to be a traditional practice somewhere that China took
over. I recall the Chinese government outlawed it. Hmm maybe Tibet
or Bhutan or something. Jenni spent a moment wishing her
knowledge of world geography was a little better, then thought some
more. Google. Tomorrow I ll take my laptop to the internet café,
check my emails again, and Google polyandry. Then I can come up
with a plan.
Happy with her decision, Jenni slept.
****
 How do we convince her to move in with us? We ve already
thrown her on the bed and fucked her brains out, and most excellent
fucking it was, too. But how do we get her to say yes? asked Chris as
he and Robert were filling the RV s water tank for the trip home.
 Women like romance. It has to engage her emotions as well
as her pussy, replied Robert.
 Ah. Throw rose petals on the bed, then throw her on it?
suggested Chris with his trademark grin.
Robert snorted.  That s the sort of thing, but I m guessing
we ll need a few more steps between the rose petals and the fucking.
 Flowers? Wine? A candlelit dinner?
 Yeah, they all have potential. Let me think about it for
awhile.
 Well think fast. We need to get her to commit to us as soon
as we get home before some other bastard comes along and steals her
from us.
 Understood. Today you drive, and get Jenni to navigate, and
I ll put my thinking cap on.
 Deal.
****
The start of the day s travel was fairly quiet, each of them
thinking about the end of their vacation. Robert spent a lot of time
analyzing the things that had made them laugh and wondering about
how he could link something like that into the romantic evening. A
magician maybe? Some disappearing coin tricks, or tricks with knots
and scarves? Maybe tying her up? But how would that be romantic?
Then he thought about hiring a Jacuzzi or something along
those lines. Sitting in a hot tub, naked, with champagne would be
good, but again, it wasn t really romantic. And above all he wanted
the evening to be extra special and, in particular, romantic.
Suddenly it came to him. How could I be so stupid! Here I am
trying to plan a romantic evening, when our fun has been all day
long. What I need to think about, is a day out somewhere special.
Zoo? Boring. Although it would fit with the kiddy fun things
we ve done.
Museum? ah, likely it would be full of old things that would
send Chris to sleep.
Besides, both those activities would leave us with tired feet
and aching legs which is so not romantic.
Sport? That would be a no, too much a guy thing.
Shit, this is hard. Mentally Robert scratched his head, then
deliberately cleared his mind and chatted to the others about the
scenery and everyday things, letting his subconscious work out a
solution.
They enjoyed the day s travel in the comfortable, well-sprung
truck cab. Even a long wait in a construction zone didn t faze them as
they had developed all sorts of games and past-times. Besides,
playing rock/paper/scissors for half an hour was fun when enlivened
by Chris goofy humor and Jenni s acute comments.
Also, he and Chris were used to her winning by now. They d
never beaten her at hopscotch or table tennis either, come to think of
it. She had a wicked, unreturnable backhand. But neither of them
could beat him at poker. His brain was wired to remember the cards.
At lunchtime they stopped in a truck stop for a make-shift
meal of leftovers. Even then, Jenni had them both laughing as she
made faces out of cherry tomatoes and slices of pickle.
Shit! We can t lose her. Won t. I ll think of something or die
trying. Die trying. Wait a minute. The Titanic. Isn t there a place
where they do re-enactments of that? Yeah, someone from work went.
Who the hell was it? Jake? Tristan? George? Yeah, it was George.
I ll phone him when Jenni goes to the bathroom and pick his brains
about it.
Neither he nor Chris had George s phone number in their
cells, but Chris thought Jake might, and Jake knew Cindy did, so he
got to George in the end. George raved on and on about the show and
how wonderful it was. When Robert asked him outright about
whether or not a female would consider it romantic, he replied,  Well
I m not a female, am I? But Ashley oohed and aahed over the
candlelit meal, the carved wooden Grand Staircase, and the period
costumes, so I reckon so.
That was good enough for Robert. The next time they stopped
for a bathroom break he told Chris what George had said.
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