Brown, Berengaria - Shared Possession [Possessive Passions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Berengaria Brown

often, or if at all. The woman is the cornerstone of the family. The men must assist her,” added Paul.
    “I would like to learn how to cook some of your favorite dishes —”
    “And you must show me how to make your favorites,” broke in Sam.
    “Deal. I certainly won’t miss having to clean the bathroom.”
    Jim and Sam laughed, and Paul groaned.
    They all rested back against the side of the tub, and Chevaunne enjoyed the hot water lapping her breasts, breathing the steam deep into her lungs. It was still hard to believe she was here, married to three men, living a new life. Her entire life had changed in the blink of an eye.
    “Am I remembering correctly that you said you’d called me in sick this week and that someone was getting my things from the city? Or did I imagine all that?” she asked.
    “No, that’s right. George and Wang have picked up all your things from your apartment. We’ll move them into your room tonight,” replied Sam.
    “I need to write a resignation from my job and close my bank account, chores like that. I suppose I ought to write a list of things to do,” she added.
    “You don’t have to close your bank account. As long as you can do online banking, you may as well leave your money where it is, unless you particularly want to change it.”
    “But won’t I need to fill in a whole lot of paperwork now that I’m married?”
    “Not really,” said Jim. “Our society traditionally doesn’t use last names. Our people used to only have one name, but for legal reasons, people born here have all adopted a family name. You already have a last name, so you can keep it. Our women don’t take their husbands’ names, and the community pays all utilities bills and so on, so really there’s not much you need to alter. Your car is in the parking lot with all the other vehicles, and the mechanics will make sure it’s always in good condition if you want to drive anywhere.”
    “The next time we’re in the community center we’ll go to the administration building, and you can complete any forms you need to,” added Paul.
    “So easy,” she said, surprised.
    “Our lifestyle is simple and family-oriented. Over the years, the community has made everything as stress-free as possible for the people.” Sam grinned.
    “What is your last name? And how old are you, Paul?” Chevaunne asked, suddenly realizing there were a couple of major gaps in her knowledge about her husbands.
    “On official paperwork, Namgyal, but in conversations and in the outside world, Neal. And I’m thirty-one. My birthday is May twenty-third, Sam’s is July second and Jim’s is October fourteenth. Your birthday is April fifth, and you turned thirty this year,” he added, showing her the men had done some research.
    Jim stood and reached across to the sink, coming back with a big sponge and a cake of pink soap. “This is from Shiloah, some of their rose soap. When we shop, you need to tell us your favorite fragrances so we can make sure there’s plenty of soaps and shampoos you like.”
    “Oh, I like her rose products. I’d enjoy using them—unless—are they very expensive?” she asked hesitantly.
    “Anything bought and sold within the community is priced fairly to reward the worker for their labor with a profit but not place it out of the reach of the average person. Once we sell goods and services out in the world, all bets are off. They’re priced at whatever the market will bear. Because we have our own production and distribution system, such handmade goods as these bring our community a lot of money. Within the community, we have a system of credits giving all types of work an equal value. The dollars people earn in the outside world are taxed by the community at ten percent, which becomes community credits. The rest goes to the person who earned it,” said Sam.
    Chevaunne nodded and rested back in the tub.
    Jim dipped the cake of soap in the water to wet it, then rubbed it on the sponge. He handed