It was a complicated, convoluted, and thoroughly maniacal sort of strategy, but when Shannon got me alone several days later she let me into some of the family closets and be privy to assorted bones of the skeletons therein. It seems that the way that Shannon had seduced Danni was through cunnilingus. Because dad was not very good at that, and he didn’t really like to do it. Go figure; I love to, and I wasn’t bad at it so I was told by my dates. Mom Danni had been really pissed at discovering about pop and Susie, so she was vulnerable both emotionally and really turned on by Shannon going down on her. Her having an affair made Danni more understanding of my father’s peccadillo; since she liked sex with Shannon and they had their own pecker – dildo as well. Thus Mom Danni discovered her bi-side.
Then something really made Danni really hit the ceiling. But she wouldn’t even tell Shannon, not even to this day, what it was. But that was the last straw. She told dad that he was welcome to Susan, she had Shannon. Pop was shocked, but what could he do? Then he realized that it was all for the best, and agreed to a divorce. They decided to bury the hatchet, after all everybody was getting what they wanted, right? Except, of course, there was me. They both wanted me, in fact all four wanted me. So luck of the Irish, Shannon saw there was this lovely house down the block for sale. No tug of war, no worry about visitation problems and guidelines were established for the decision making process about how to raise me.
It was a friendly divorce, an amiable custody sharing. No complaint here, as I said I usually had the best of both worlds. But now I was educated to the fact that these rather liberated adults were evidently not the innocent souls I had earlier thought them to be. Example one, Shannon and I. I was learning that sin may blindside you. Nor was I so blinded anymore to the faults and foibles and failings of my four parents. Example two, Shannon informed me that while she and mom Danni were a committed couple, they were not without the occasional outside liaison. Danni was bi, so once in a while she had a one-night-stand with a man, with Shannon’s foreknowledge and permission. There is ‘nothing like a ‘m a n‘,’ goes the Broadway song the other way sometimes, I guess.
Likewise, Shannon might have a special tryst with another gal-pal which had aroused her libido. With Danni’s knowing about it up front, and her okay. They did not let the sideshows spoil their main event. Danni had never wanted to hook-up with my father; that would be too weird. Besides which, Shannon and Danni each respected Susie and were supportive of her. Nor did they want to queer the deal, if I may use that old fashioned term, with the stable environment I was being raised in; one dad, two homes, three mothers, four parents to obey, but one happy boy. But now that I was grown, well . . . It’s not like Shannon had never suggested to Danni that she might like to do Susie sometime. In fact, the revenge factor, on my father – not Sue, was delicious for Danni to contemplate.