A Wedding Gift to Remember

You go back to the plant and meet Wayne. "Hey John. Step into to my office and close the door." You do so, closing the door behind you and taking a seat. "You might be wondering why I called you in since it's not our usual meeting time." You nod in affirmation and before you can speak, Wayne continues.

"You see, me and a couple other chapter heads have known for so time that any man who married Bianca would have some special needs." You give Wayne a confused look. "I'm not sure what you mean by that, Wayne. She takes good care of me so far."

"Well, I'm mighty glad to hear that. But there's no way you can't tell me your current apartment isn't stuffed to the gills. And that's only with a little of the things she needs to properly produce porn."

You think about it, and Wayne is right, of course. She only has a couple bags at the house right now, and combined with your belongings and one camera with two lights, it's a tight fit. "No other Whitman know that we've prepared a special gift for the man who'd marry Bianca."

Wayne produces a small wooden box, held closed only by a simple latch. "If they did, they'd marry her only for this benefit, and not because she was right for them. And then the man wouldn't be happy with his wife in the long run, which would bring down his productivity at the plant."

He pushes the box over to you. "Before you open that, I want you to know, I'm glad it's you getting this. And you have to promise me, you can't say no." You gulp. Your hand quivers over the box as he says you can't refuse the gift once opened.

"Wayne. I... Don't really need this. You and the Society have given me everything I need. Bianca is amazing, a wonderful woman who truly embraces and lives our ideals and values. A nice home, and steady paycheck. I had nothing like this before." You move to push the box back towards Wayne, but he stops you.

"John. I thought it would take you marrying my daughter for me to love you like a son. I continue to be surprised by your words, actions, and behaviors. No other Whitman deserves both my mentorship to take my place as the new chair of this chapter of Whittmen, and what's inside that box. Now open it."

Wayne means business. He slides the box back over to you and you unlatch the hook. With a click of wood separating, you open the box on its hinge to reveal a set of keys, along with a picture of a very nice, much larger house, complete with nice car.

Wayne notices the look on your face and nods. "Yes. The house is yours. You'll have to earn the car though, that's mine. I've already arranged a moving company and they should be finishing up getting all of yer stuff in place. A bedroom's also permanently set up as a porn studio, too."

"Wow...." You say, quietly. "Now head on home and get your house in order. Jesse's expecting you bright and early tomorrow morning," Wayne says.

"I don't know how to thank you enough." You move and give Wayne a hug, which he repreciates. "My pleasure, son. Do me proud." You nod, confidently. "I will."