Thankfully, a night of incredible sex with two beautiful women made me feel better. While we didn’t spend all day Saturday in bed, we made a valiant attempt at it. We did get out, and June drove us down to the beach in Santa Monica. We spent some time on the pier, walking around the amusement park before we stopped at Big Dean’s Ocean Front Café for dinner. I enjoyed the atmosphere and thought I’d love to spend more time out here to enjoy the beach and the laid-back lifestyle.
By the time we returned to the apartment, we were all revved up and ready for another night of wanton sex. I ensured each knew I loved them and didn’t prefer one over the other. By the time we all fell into an exhausted sleep, I knew they each loved me, too.
After breakfast and after we all got ready to go, April handed me a thick accordion file full of copies of their contracts and plans. I thumbed through them quickly and was impressed with what I saw. I looked up at April and June with fresh appreciation because, from what I saw, they were really on top of things. Before we left, June handed me the present that I had seen under the tree. I teared up when they told me to wait to open it until Christmas, so I tucked it in my bag and hugged them, thanking them for the present.
April and June took me back to the hotel and dropped me off before heading out. I carried the thick folder of documents up to our suite, finding George all packed and ready to go. I quickly distributed the documents between his bag and mine. We checked out and headed to LAX to catch our flight back to DCA.
George and I caught up with each other on the flight back, not going into the details until we got home. George had enjoyed visiting the Cock and Bull both nights but hadn’t brought anyone back to the hotel. We also discussed the Rutan Voyager getting set to fly around the world non-stop without refueling. We both thought it would be an outstanding achievement if they could pull it off.
June 1987
My forty-first birthday was coming up, and I wanted to celebrate my birthday with April and June again. I had managed to get back out to meet with the twins in February, and I missed them terribly. Being the darling that he was, when I brought that up with George, he just smiled and told me to go ahead and go. We’d go out for dinner and dancing after I got back. He told me to tell the girls he sends his love and hopes to see them again someday.
When I called and arranged to meet them at the Blue Moon, they were excited to know I was coming. From their tone of voice, I could tell they had a surprise for me, so I didn’t spoil it for them by asking about it. We planned to meet up Thursday night, and I’d fly back Friday. I’d have planned on staying longer, but I had plans with George for the weekend that I didn’t want to disrupt.
Once again, Ernst and Young’s Strategic Growth Forum was being held at the Embassy Suites in El Segundo, California, so I could piggyback visiting April and June on my participation in the conference. I flew out Sunday since it started Monday morning and ended Thursday afternoon. I planned to spend time with my counterparts to assess Martin Marietta’s chances of landing a large contract to convert Titan II ICBMs into space launch rockets. Since Martin Marietta had been the main contractor on the original construction of the missiles, I felt we had the inside track due to our experience. However, you can never assume you’d get a contract from DoD because their requirements aren’t always logical.
By the time the conference ended, I was confident we had the best chance of getting the contract. If I could land that multi-billion dollar contract, it would be a feather in my cap when it came time to move up to CFO. Jack Wilkinson, the CFO, had been intimating that he wanted to retire and spend more time with his family. In the years we’ve worked together, Jack always encouraged me to take on more responsibility, in essence, grooming me to take his place.
As I dressed up to head over to the Blue Moon, I again wondered what April and June were up to. I decided to wear a purple off-the-shoulder sweater dress that made my eyes pop. While not as scandalous an outfit as I’ve worn before, I wanted to wear something that could be worn just about anywhere in case April and June wanted to surprise me by taking me somewhere other than their apartment.
When I got to the Blue Moon, I was once again surrounded by women wanting to buy me drinks or proposition me. I was my usual sweet self, holding court, gently turning down the drinks, and turning away the propositions. Turning forty-one and still being desired as much as I was really made me feel good about myself. If I hadn’t been here to meet April and June, I certainly had my pick of women I’d be glad to spend the night with.
When April and June came in, I saw that April was the butch and June the femme tonight. They were glowing, and I could tell they were excited about seeing me tonight. I broke away from the women hanging around me and went up to them, hugging them and kissing their cheeks. I looked them both in the eye and asked, “So, what’s up?”
They exchanged looks before April said, “You’ll see. Ready to go?”
I was slightly disappointed that we wouldn’t have a drink and do some dancing. Still, I was intrigued that April and June were anxious to go before doing so. I said, “Yes, let’s go.”
April brought the car around while June waited for me to say my goodbyes to the disappointed women. I quickly finished, and June and I walked out just as April pulled up in the car. June handed us both in before driving us back to their apartment. We caught up on events, and I passed on George’s love to them. They both asked me to give him a kiss for them, which I said I’d be happy to do. I was grateful they cared about George as they did and included him in their thoughts.
We soon arrived at their apartment, and we went inside. Instead of immediately stripping or trying to strip me, June led me over to the couch and motioned for me to sit. I noticed a certified letter on the coffee table before the family portrait. After locking up, April joined us on the couch. The excited looks on their faces had me wondering what was up.
June picked up the certified letter and showed it to me. She said, “After finding out that you had put your babies up for adoption and how you wondered whatever had happened to them, April and I decided to find out who our birth mother was so we could find her and tell her how her babies had done.”
I was gobsmacked. April and June told me last year that they had no interest in finding their birth mother. Realizing that they cared about how I had wondered about my babies, even though I had only brought it up that one time, I felt my eyes burning from unshed tears.
Once again, my unfounded belief that April and June could be my babies came flooding back into my mind. I had put those thoughts away, not wanting to think about the consequences of discovering they were my babies. I stared at the envelope as though I could see what was inside if I tried hard enough. I heard April say, “Today, we finally received our answer. We wanted to share it with you because you inspired us to take this step. We’ve already discussed it with our parents, especially letting Mom know that she’ll always be our mother even if we find our birth mother and meet her.”
Hearing that brought me up short. I hadn’t considered that while I may be my babies’ birth mother, I would never be their mom. For some reason, that made me sad, knowing I would never have that experience.
I was brought out of my thoughts by June, who had picked up the envelope and opened it. I watched in fascination as June pulled out several sheets of folded paper, opened them up, and smoothed them out.
We all leaned in to look, and the first thing I noted was the date of birth. That coincided with what April and June told me and was the same date as my babies. My heart clenched, and I involuntarily gasped, “Oh, my God,” when I saw the name of the hospital, St. Francis Hospital, in Midlothian, Virginia. My eyes were drawn to the birth mother’s name. When I saw ‘Anna Marie O’Reilly,’ I screamed, “Oh, my God!” as I buried my face in my hands and the tears started flowing as I rocked myself, not believing what I had just seen…
… I was dimly aware of arms around me as I worked through my feelings and thoughts. Throughout the years, I had wondered what had happened to my babies and how many times I had dreamed about the day I would find them and tell them all about me and why I had to let them go…
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