Chapter 11
The wedding didn't take place right away, of course. Both Mack and Mona had too many details to take care of. At something over two thousand dollars a week, net, Mack didn't have much trouble getting another psychiatrist to take care of his practice while he honeymooned.
Mona sold the Lucky Lady Lounge. The realtor who'd bought Mack's artsy little courtyard-and-office suite for him got quite a nice price for the bar, enough to pay for remodeling a much larger place near Hillside Presbyterian Hospital. After much argument, the girls and Mack used the name Cindy had thought up. She told them, "With the hospital and the mental health clinic so close, why not call it The Twisted Id?"
Marsi didn't get her raise. When she accused Dr. Piersall of unprofessional conduct, he told the broad about their broken affair. The doctor who would be standing in for Mack confirmed his diagnosis, and the lovely redhead was hospitalized. The stress of being a part of the healing arts had evidently been too much for her.
Cindy was enrolled in an exclusive private school. All three of them liked the idea that the lusty little girl could travel with her mother and stepfather after the wedding, without waiting for a scheduled vacation.
The police never were quite sure if they'd found Ron Webster or not. The two men in the wrecked van were unidentifiable. Since the road was wide, straight, and seldom traveled, everyone assumed that the driver had been drunk and passed out at the wheel. There were serial numbers on the little cashbox, but none on their pistols.
Mona was happy, Mack was ecstatic. Cindy thought the whole thing had turned out very well. Over the three-week period of the honeymoon, the women almost managed to cure their psychiatrist.
Of course, fourteen years of training dies hard. Mack sometimes, even now, attempts to ascribe bizarre mental illnesses to his lusty, healthy wife and stepdaughter. Cindy and Mona have had to resort to novel methods. After diligent research, they've found the most effective way therapy for a dogmatic headshrinker is to screw him until he can't stand up. When he shows insight, the ladies untie him and their home life gets back to the normal round of happy, lusty joy in one another.