hearty laugh that she enjoyed hearing. He followed her out of their hiding spot. As they neared the stairwell, the elevator dinged and a whole family filed off. “Glad we finished before they got here."
Bethany chuckled as they started through the stairwell door.
* * * *
"Where the hell have you been?"
"What the fuck is going on here?"
"Your mother has been blowing up both phones, Bethany. Where have you been?"
The three women merged on her at once. Jack sidestepped the group and went into the bathroom. He thought he had gone unnoticed as they all continued to squeak and squawk in high-pitched, angry voices back and forth, but as the bathroom door opened, he realized they just had not gotten to him yet.
Standing there, cock in hand, taking a leak, he never felt so exposed in his life. The four women clustered in the doorway and collectively gasped.
"Jack!” Bethany shouted as if he could stop midstream.
"Who the hell are you?” the short African American woman crossed her arms and asked as she gave him the once over, twice.
"That's a big dick.” The blonde nodded as though she alone made the observation.
"Jesus, Katie!” The Spanish looking woman elbowed her friend.
With no other option, Jack shook his member, tucked it into his jeans, and faced the audience. Holding his left hand up, he curled all fingers but one, the one with the ring on it. “Can I wash my hands alone, or do you need to call a press conference?"
Looking offended, as if he were the one being rude, they allowed him the privacy to wash his hands. As soon as the door shut, he heard them start in on Bethany again. He waited to turn on the water. He wanted to hear what they had to say, how much they influenced her.
"You are not married to some strange man!” He recognized the Spanish woman's voice. No Spanish accent, she just reminded him of someone from Spain or Puerto Rico, someplace exotic, like she looked, like a Spanish Rose.
"Your parents are going to kill you and him!” Miss Brown Sugar pointed out.
"He has a really big dick, Bethany. I know you didn't sleep with him,” Miss Blonde Ambition commented.
He turned on the water. He was not going to leave her out there to fight those crazy bitches alone, and they had to be crazy. The conversation had totally drifted from being about Bethany to the size of his cock. If these were her friends, who were her enemies? He thought about that as he opened the door. Maybe she only married him to escape trouble.
"You ready to go, sweetheart?” Jack looked over all of them toward the only woman in the room worth looking at.
"She's not going anywhere.” Brown Sugar crossed her arms and stared at him. Blonde Ambition started up next.
"Look here, buddy. You can't just walk in here with your big dick in hand and think we are going to turn our friend over to you. Plans have been made, invitations sent out."
As she said it, he could feel the blonde looking him up and down. Yesterday morning she would have been everything he wanted to marry and divorce. Blonde, tall, beautiful, and somewhat deprived apparently. But now, all he wanted was Bethany, his warrior looking back at him with eyes silently pleading for his understanding.
"Katie, will you stop with the man's dick size?” Spanish Rose stepped up to him. “Look, our friend here has made a huge mistake. She can't get married in Las Vegas. I mean she doesn't even know you. So, if you'll just leave, we'll take it from here."
"Bethany, what do you need me to carry?” he asked as if the other women did not exist. He watched her back straighten and her chin lift as the look of stubbornness and propriety took over, and he prayed whatever came next, it would not be directed at him.
"Jack, darling, grab my bags. They match this.” She held up her little purse.
Bethany walked to the bed, which was still made, picked up the matching cosmetic bag and a larger purse with a phone hanging off the side. He grabbed the large and small suitcase and