“Ooh,” the second wife asked, “Can I try it? I promise to stop if it’s painful.”Reading about the fur trade era had me convinced that two wi...es were expensive ... but if a warrior did have two ... it was best if they were sisters; the elder was boss and that settled any wifely arguments.Since I had two wives and a large lodge I had to have some kind of status. I must be a very good hunter ... two wives eat a lot and they’re always wanting things ... new skins, cowrie shells, elk teeth .... As satisfying as that would be, we have one last piece of business to discuss. Not interested, I shrugged. I learned my lesson dealing with Lilith. Even if it would save your life. Her smile broadened. And your precious Marys life. I paused. I didnt want to die. What? I want Karen. You want the thing growing inside her, you mean? Her eyes tightened and she pursed her lips. Yes. I want Karen, and my child, until she gives birth. Then Ill return her to you. I squinted. Why. Once Im dead, how can. The way she was standing, it was as if she was offering herself to me. In another place, in another outfit, in other circumstances, she might almost have been a street walker. “How long do you think charades will last?” I asked.“Enough time for us to exchange gifts,” she said. “I don’t think we’ll be missed, do you?”I was about to answer, but Carol’s hands were moving, and instead I was rendered speechless as she began undoing the buttons in her skimpy Santa dress, opening it up. Her. I quickly looked around to see where Cheryl had been and noted that she was in the baby section. When I turned my head around to see Jessica, she had held up a pair of red lace panties and asked "how about these ones," with the look of a devilish grin on her face.My heart stopped for a split second with the thought of "does she know ?". Trying to remain calm I managed a "oh those look nice," all with a nervous smile while I peeked around to see what my wife was up to. Scared out of my whits.