AUTHOR	Consonant Smile
DATE ADDED	2nd April 2003
AUTHOR EMAIL
STORY CODES	M/F, M/f, M/g, inc, pedo

I was born and raised on a farm near Columbia, Missouri. My given name was James but everyone called me Jamie. That sounded better than Junior. My father James Carwell was elected to the US House of representatives during my first year of High School. We were not wealthy but with some diversified family interests, my grandparent's wealth and with the Congressional remuneration, my family was comfortably affluent. My only sibling, a brother was two years older than I. I was somewhat of a child prodigy and graduated from high school at age 16. My brother, Kerry and I both went to college at Tulane University, Mother's alma mater, where he studied medicine and I went into Law. After I finished up with my law degree in record time I stayed at Tulane to get a PhD in Clinical Psychology. I loved school and figured as long as the funds held out, what the hell. I dated several women while in high school and college and even had a few sexual relationships but there was nothing to really excite me until I stumbled into Miss. Sarah Boudreaux during my second to last year in the post graduate program. She was a southern belle and then she wasn't. She was more like Scarlet O'Hara on speed. I met her at a fraternity Valentine's party in late winter where she was flittering from beaux to beaux and small group to small group. She turned around sharply and soundly bounced off of my chest.

I helped her up and damned if I wasn't gobsmacked on the spot. She was a gorgeous blonde of medium height and generous proportions (37-24-36). Her ass took on a magnificent (I am an ass man) inverted heart shape. She looked me in the eyes with a look that was a cross of adoration and surprise and I knew I had a keeper. I grabbed her by the arm, took her out of there and escorted her to a nearby pancake house. Sarah had been drinking very sparingly because her parents were quite conservative and because she still lived at home. Sarah was a senior in High School and was an honors student. Her father was a state senator as well as a top New Orleans attorney so we had common interests and politics to discuss. I was immediately taken with her intelligence and wit. She had gone to the party with friends but she allowed me to take her home. With a perfunctory kiss she promised me a date and from there on the rest was history.

Miss. Sarah was not a virgin but neither was she terribly experienced. I had a great time teaching her a thing or two. While I was doing my teaching, the rubber broke and, you guessed it, the rest was history. There was no doubt that we were deeply in love and that our attraction was more than sex. We were married midway through my last year of psych school. Sarah was taking her first year of college at Tulane. Even though it was kind of a shotgun wedding, it was beautiful and I loved my stunning bride with all of my heart. We were both deeply in love. The plan was to take her back with me to Washington DC upon my graduation and at the end of her first year. Dad had several potential jobs lined up.

With dual training in law and psychology I was a hot commodity. There were two senators and several congressmen who wanted me on their staffs. However my big offer came from the CIA. I had a chance to serve in Psychological Operations. Much to the chagrin of my father I took the job. I can't go into the details, but I was there for seven years, made some good friends and contacts and had a very exciting experience. Senator Jake Philby the senior senator from Oregon and one of my folks' closest friends wanted me on his staff and with the death of his long time chief of staff; he badgered me as well as my father to get me to take the job. He really got to me through Sarah by promising better hours and wages and when she started on the cajoling I was done in.

As I said the CIA experience was very cool. I had a CIA badge and was really heavy shit. I underwent basic training for intelligence officers and became proficient in firearms and self-defense. I ran every day and took marshal arts training three times a week. When I went over to the Senate office building, I retained my physical regimen. I was placed on sabbatical and retained my CIA status and badge. Because of the dual status/ID, I was even given special permission to continue carrying my Sig-Sauer P226 at all times. I fit in well with the staff and became good friends of Senator Philby.

We still lived in the four-bedroom rancher in Bethesda that my parents purchased for us when we moved to DC. Sarah gave birth to our first child, Danielle, that summer and she made arrangements so that she could attend Georgetown University. She graduated with a degree in law a year before I made my move from the CIA. She immediately went to work for a congressman from Texas. Less than a year after her graduation her father Dexter Boudreaux was again successful in Louisiana politics and won a seat in the House of Representatives. Her parents bought a home within blocks of my folks in Chevy Chase. It indeed was very cozy; our three families (or five when my brother, Kerry and Sarah's sister, Sheila visited with their spouses and children) got together for almost every holiday dinner.

In the same year Dexter was elected to the House, my father was elected to the Senate. There was a brief moment when we considered my going over to his camp as chief of staff, but we decided that I already had a great boss and we would probably not get along well together over the long haul. We were just too much alike. Also there were concerns with nepotism. The lame duck Senator, a friend of my dad's would have hired me for the chief position and then dad could not have hired me. It would have worked on a technicality but we did just not want to try it.

My married life was phenomenal, especially the first ten years. While our careers kept us busy we were able to spend a lot of time together and our love for each other never wavered. When we investigated the reason for her never conceiving after Danielle, we discovered that Sarah had problems with endometriosis. Shortly after Danielle's tenth birthday we were all very surprised when Sarah came up pregnant. It was a difficult pregnancy for my wife but she made it through. Because of complications associated with the endometriosis, Sarah had to deliver Mackenzie via caesarian section. Despite the fact that Mackenzie was the light of our lives, Sarah developed a bad case of postnatal depression. She resigned from her staff position. I was concerned because while it was admirable and good that she wanted to stay home with the baby, she was setting herself up by giving herself more free time, time that could contribute to her depression.

Just before the birth of Mackenzie, we got a new neighbor. General Alexander Coffee retired after thirty plus years and put his home up for sale. Dirk Mallory purchased the General's home. He was a very good-looking thirty something bachelor and was the child of Senator John Mallory and his wife, Gina. Senator Mallory was from Nevada. Dirk was supposedly a computer consultant who worked from home. I learned that he had a huge trust fund endowed by John's in-laws; it was that funding that enabled him to buy the home outright. Dirk seemed to be a playboy more than anything else. He had a lot of girls over during the first year in his new home and his reputation was that of a stud. There was only once or twice where I was reduced to knocking on his door during a party to get them to tone things down. A lot of females spent time around his pool during the summer and on warm days. Some of the girls appeared to be very young. He was very respectful of my family. I had more occasions to meet with Senator Mallory in the office building, committees and in the senate anti-chambers.

The depression wreaked havoc on our family life. Although I held a doctorate in psychology, Sarah denied my strong assertions that she was sick. Even though there were some damn good medications available, Sarah refused meds. Poor Danielle was beside herself because she thought that she was responsible for her mother's mood swings. I found myself avoiding the home scene and wrapped myself up in politics. Our sex life plummeted. Sarah finally relented when I insisted on counseling but she did not think that she had a problem.

At the turn of the century everything seemed to straighten out. I had Sarah back, our sex life was better, Danielle was a happy camper and Dirk had really cooled down the partying. He had become a real friend and he would often baby-sit if we went out to a political dinner or such. In early 2001, little Jamie Junior was born and we were able to keep the postnatal depression down to a minimum. I felt that I had done my bit in populating the world so I had a vasectomy shortly after Jamie's birth. Our sex life was very strange in that we would go days without and then when Sarah got turned on she would literally tear me a new asshole. I know that my screwy schedule had some to do with it.

On a Tuesday about a month before 9/11 occurred in New York and Washington, a personal 911 exploded in my life. I was in my office in the Sam Rayburn building meeting with three congressmen when one of the junior aides came barging in. It was just past one in the afternoon.

"Jamie, you need to get home. There has been a fire at your place. I know one of the dispatchers and she called me to let you know that three units have been sent to your home about fifteen minutes ago. It sounds bad," Carrie said.

My heart was in my throat. I hopped in my car and headed to Bethesda at breakneck speed. Washington is just not a boulevard of four lane freeways. It was a bitch getting home. I hoped no one had been hurt; Sarah was home with the two babies. Thank God school had just started; Danielle was in her third day of eighth grade. By the time I got there the fire crews were finishing up. As I approached the home site there was no roof and there was no wall standing over four feet high. In many places the home was burned down to the slab upon which it was built. It was still smoldering in places. Fuck! I was to later discover that the thick Styrofoam sidewall sheathing characteristic of the construction of the day (encouraged by energy tax credits) had caused the place to go up in a flash.

Oh shit, there was Sarah; she was out on the lawn in one of Dirk's terrycloth robes and Dirk was standing next to her also wearing a robe. A police officer took her by the arm and escorted her over to the patrol car. I parked and got out. Another police officer blocked my path, but when I identified myself as the homeowner and flashed my CIA badge, he stepped aside. I went over to the vehicle where the cop was assisting Sarah into the car and for a moment time stood still. I was close enough that when Sarah slid over and turned to get into the car, her knees separated and the robe came apart enough that I had a glimpse of her pussy. It was messy. She was wearing nothing under the robe. There were obvious cum stains on her thighs and in her matted pubic hair. Sarah saw where I was looking, blushed a deep red, closed her legs and pulled the robe over her knees. I was devastated. I had just a few seconds to give her instructions. "Don't say anything until you have a lawyer," I said. She glanced up at me with guilt written all over her face and gave me a small nod. The door slammed shut.

I went over to the officer and asked him what was the meaning of his handling my wife in this manner. He apologized and said that his orders were to take her down for questioning. I told him that I had just gotten here and I wanted to know why she was being questioned. He explained that there had been an explosion from a faulty hot water heater; the house caught fire and burned down. Sarah said that she had been outside tanning but it did not ring true. There was a question regarding proper supervision of the two small children. Jamie and Mackenzie, what about them? He told me they were caught in the fire and never had much of a chance. If there had been someone in the house they might have been rescued. He got in the car and drove off.

With my head spinning, I went over to the officer in charge and asked for more information. He really didn't give me much. He said that the medical examiner would be here shortly to remove the remains. Mackenzie and Jamie each had their own bedroom. There were two paint marks on the slab of the ruins where what was left of the bodies lie in ashen repose. I didn't want to get any closer. The officer told me that once the medical examiner picked up the remains, they would normally keep them no more than 24 hours.

I went over to Dirk and asked him what had happened. He said that he heard an explosion and went to the backyard and found Sarah outside of the burning house frantic to get in and save the babies. He restrained her and then called 911. Since she had been sunbathing in the nude he brought her a robe from his house. I thanked him, but I really wanted to kill him. Because I was still an inactive but consulting CIA officer, and I had moved over to another government position, Senator Philby had seen to it that I got to keep my 9mm semi-automatic pistol. I felt its weight pressing into my back beckoning me to use it. I was sorely tempted. I am sure he never knew at that time how close he was to meeting his maker.

I turned around and got in my car. Before leaving I called our family attorney on the cell and asked him to have a lawyer meet me at the police station. My mom and Sarah both wore size six dresses although Mom was just a little taller. I ran out to Mom and Dad's place and picked up clothes for Sarah. I asked Mom if we could stay with them until we could make arrangements for an apartment or something. She would not have had it any other way. I asked her to contact Dad and Sarah's parents and have them meet us here. I had yet to pick up Sarah and then get Danielle I drove to the Montgomery County Police Department's Second District Station. Jarred Williams, our family attorney came to the station by himself.

Sarah had followed my instructions and had not said a thing to anyone about the fire. Jarred made a real scene in the lobby and they released her. It appeared that there was no county prosecutor willing to take on a Negligent Homicide case with such a connected woman and with so little evidence. At Jarred's insistence she did not tell them any more than her name and went into the bathroom and changed out of the bathrobe that she was wearing into a designer suit and blouse that looked damn good on her. (Thank you Mom.) While she was changing I arranged for a security company to send a team to guard our new residence. The reporters would be all over us. If they got hold of a whiff of scandal we would be toast. As she came out I told her that I hoped that she had been able to clean up a little bit while she was in there. The look that she gave me told volumes.

I wasn't able to talk to Sarah much during the ride back to my folks. She was sobbing inconsolably with only the occasional, "Oh, Jamie I am so sorry!"

We pulled up to the house, I stopped the car, reached over, grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her facing me and looked directly into her eyes. "Sarah, I am very fucking angry at you right now. I don't love you a bit less than when we said 'I do.' But I don't like you very much at this moment. I will want a detailed explanation when I return. Right now you are not going to say anything about your indiscretions to anyone. You are going to be the perfect bereaving mother. You will go in the house and stay in it. You will let no one in. Tell Mom that a security team will be here within the hour. I asked her to call your folks. I want them to be with us also. I am going to pick up Danielle," I said. I watched as the shell of the woman whom I married shuffled up to the door.

When I got to the school, the principal was at the door to meet me. "We just heard the news on the TV about twenty minutes ago. I had a secretary bring her to my office about ten minutes ago. I was hoping you would get here soon. I did not want to break the news to her," he related rather breathlessly.

He took me inside and led me to his office. He nodded to the door and stayed in the vestibule as I went in. Danielle turned and looked at me with big eyes. "Daddy, What is it Daddy?" she asked.

"Baby, there has been a fire. Our house is completely gone," I said with tears pouring down my face. Danielle's face exploded in fear. "Mackenzie and Jamie are gone," I continued.

"Mom?" She was visibly shaking.

"She's ok. She's waiting for us at Nana and Papa Carwell's house. Let's go"

I escorted her out of the school, tears staining our faces. As I pulled out of the parking lot Danielle turned to me. "Where was Mom?"

I know I hesitated, that was my mistake. "She was out sunbathing when the fire started," I said.

"You know where she really was, don't you." It was a statement and not a question.

I nodded my head with great loathing.

"She was with him, wasn't she?" It still sounded more like a statement.

"Yes baby, I think she was. How much do you know about it?" I asked.

Danielle erupted into the most mournful, soul-wrenching cry I had ever heard. I waited.

"He, he said that he would stop. He said that he would stop if I..." Danielle paused; I don't think she had intended to say that much. The hairs on the back of my neck and every fucking where else stood straight up.

"If you would what?" I screamed. The voice did not sound like mine. I pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped. I wasn't in any condition to drive.

"If I would take her place. He said she was so good that he didn't think he could replace her," Danielle moaned.

"Is that what you did. You gave yourself to him so that he would leave your mother alone?" I asked incredulously. Only tiniest of movements of her head suggested a nod.

"Did you really think he would honor such an agreement? You just gave him two women to fuck." I can't believe I said that. I was out of my gourd; I had never before talked like that in front of Danielle.

Through her tears and moans I heard her wail, "That's not all. I have missed two periods and I've been sick in the mornings," my daughter said.

Fuck. "Does your Mom know?" A timid shake of the head was the best she could do.

"How long have you been with Dirk?" I asked.

"Three months; he hurt me. He didn't care about me. He just wanted to get off," she said. God, my little baby had been forced to grow up.

"Does your mom know any of this?" I asked.

"No, I couldn't say anything or he would bother her again," Danielle whined.

I didn't know if I could take any more bad news. Dirk was a bastard, a true predator, a man who preyed on the apparent weaknesses of his victims, unscrupulous and a liar. As I was driving home I made a pit stop at a rather large convenience store and found what I was looking for. I left Danielle in the car; when I returned to the car, she was not much more than a mass of weeping tears and moans. I drove directly to the house. Mom and Dad had a huge walk out basement with a family room and three bedrooms downstairs. We would stay in the basement until we found a place to live.

The guards had arrived. I volunteered my CIA badge. I informed them that I was the person who was hiring them. There would be two on each team one inside and one outside. The inside man would answer the door. I told them to expect Sarah's parents, her sister and my brother. They were to report to and take orders from Dad, Sarah's father or me. All reporters were to be kept off of our property. Mom, Dad and Sarah were waiting in the foyer to greet us. We had a group hug and I asked Mom and Dad to give us a little time together alone. We went down stairs. I handed Sarah the pregnancy kit and told her to go with Danielle and check. Sarah told me that she did not think she needed it and I pointed to Danielle. The light went on and I watched her crumple. They went in and there was a lot of talking and crying behind the door. When they came out Sarah was totally beaten. The test was positive.

I had them sit on the couch. I gave them each a hearty kiss. "We have some major shit to wade through. Sarah, you cheated on me without considering the consequences. I am sure you never imagined anything so gruesome. I am not yet ready to talk to you about your cheating in any detail. The fact that Danielle gave herself to save you from adultery has to be painful. Right now I do not want either one of you beating yourselves up. We have to pull together. While I would have every reason to, I am not going to leave you, now. What happens in the future, later, is totally up to you. Right now we have to be strong. We will not talk to the press about anything. You will not share anything regarding this shit with any other family member. Period. I will do all the talking. I know we share the same values as regards the sanctity of life. We have lost two babies; I will not allow a surgeon to take a third. Are we in agreement?" Danielle looked at Sarah who nodded and then Danielle followed suit. "Danielle when were you last with Dirk?"

"Last night. I snuck over to his house," she said with her eyes downcast. I could not believe that we were not aware of her activities.

"Have you bathed since then?" I asked.

"I took a quick shower," was her response.

"Ok, we have one more task but right now lets go up and face this together. I want you to know I love you both very much." We went upstairs and I made several phone calls. Sarah's parents had finally made it to the house. Michael Perry, Dad's Chief of Staff came by and had me sign power of attorney over to him for the purposes of making funeral arrangements. I told him the name of the mortuary that we wanted to use and that we wanted to do this on Friday. Dad had made out an obituary; he was good at that kind of stuff. Michael left to take care of the arrangements.

We had several close friends come over and an Episcopal Priest came by. The guards had been able to keep the media people out. The six o'clock news had a picture of the burned out house and showed the ambulance picking up the bodies and leaving with them. I was glad the news media had not been able to get there any sooner to tape Sarah and Dirk in the bathrobes or Sarah getting into the police car. We would have really been fucked. There were reporter attempting to get interviews, but the guards were doing their intended job.

Around seven I took Sarah, Danielle and Dad out to Langley. They had a rather extensive infirmary. I had both women swabbed for semen samples and combed for pubic hair for DNA purposes. A radiology tech came and did an ultra sound on Danielle. There was a paralegal stenographer present documenting the procedures. All was described in deposition form and Dad, the nurse, the doctor and I signed it. We also got Sarah and Danielle's signature. The doctor was a family doc and he gave Dani a prescription for neonatal vitamins. We returned and found out that the National Cathedral had been reserved for the memorial service. Michael contacted all the area newspapers and gave them the particulars. My Dad was so strong; he was the source of much of my strength. Several times he patted me on the back and said that everything would work out. I could tell that he was very upset with the events and with the knowledge that his daughter-in-law and granddaughter had been violated. However, he was being the rock. I could count on him to say nothing to everyone regarding this. He would see Senator Mallory on the Hill and would interact with him as if nothing had happened.

We went to bed early after two women spent a long time in the hot tub (temp turned down for the baby). To the outside world it looked like they were soaking their heartache away. I know that they were just trying to remove the feeling of filthiness that Dirk had left them with. We all crashed in the same bed. There was no romance that night.

The next day we woke up, got dressed and went up to breakfast with little fanfare or dialog. After a hearty farm style breakfast, I called Senator Mallory and he immediately expressed his condolences. I thanked him. I told him that I wanted to meet with Dirk and him at two in the afternoon. He waffled just a bit and I told him it was very important. I told him that it had to do with his son's contribution to the fire yesterday. He said he would be in his office at two with his son.

I took Sarah downstairs after making the phone call and told her to tell me her side of the story. She related that she felt so helpless at times with the postnatal depression following Mackenzie's birth. She was just starting to feel better when Dirk Mallory moved next door. He became very attentive but was not pushy at first. He paid her many compliments. She was feeling lonely with all of my time away on Capitol Hill. He seduced her at one of his parties that she attended alone in my absence. He took her out on his backyard lawn for the first time when his party was going strong indoors. He had plied her with strong alcoholic drinks. The excitement of an illicit affair lasted for a couple of weeks. When she tried to break it off, he threatened to tell me and show me all the pictures that he had taken. He started taking snapshots almost immediately after the first time.

Sarah told me that the last several months had been hell. He had been more and more demanding and insisted that she take more and more risks. She desperately wanted out. She had no idea about his affair with Danielle. I told her that he could not have an affair with a thirteen-year-old child. He was raping her.

I asked her where I fit in the picture. She assured me that she loved me with all of her heart and that she had made a bad decision and that it had cost her dearly. There was no love and little enjoyment in the sex that she had been having with him for the last year. I said, not trying to rub it in, that it had cost her her integrity, the life of her small children, the innocence of her daughter and my trust. I said that she could build on my trust and we would have to bolster Danielle's sense of self. Our marriage had really taken a hit. I expressed my deep felt reservations about repairing it.

We went back upstairs and Danielle checked us out to see if we were still together. I left a little after one and headed to the burned out house. I went through the alley and checked things out. It looked like Dirk had already headed into DC. I let myself in the back door. I knew where Dirk kept the spare key. I tore up his house looking for the pictures. At the back of one of his closets I found a treasure trove of images. They were in a fireproof, keyed safe. The dumb fuck left the key in it. There were pictures going way back. Dirk most evidently was a pedophile. The pictures were of single females some of whom were well underage. Several had little or no chests and their beavers were either naturally bare or they were shaved. The timer had been used and Dirk was in many of the pictures with the girls. Twelve pictures were of two girls whom were obviously sisters and were very young. The two girls were lying on the bed with bloody pussies and semen all over their bodies. It was apparent that I found several trophy pictures, one shortly taken after he had raped the two sisters for the first time. Few of the pictures depicted happy females.

I almost croaked when I discovered the pictures of Sarah and Danielle. I stuck them all in a satchel and continued to search. I found videotapes in the same closet. I didn't take the time to preview them; I just stuck them in the case. I went over to Dirk's computer, turned it on and browsed the picture files. There were a few pornographic images but there were also quite a few encrypted files. In the recent files were the names of picture files that did not exist on the non-encrypted disk space. I looked around for passwords and found a shit-load of information in an address book. I took a screwdriver and removed the hard drive and took the address book. I had cleaned him out.

It was time for the big confrontation. I called the Senator and told him I was running late but I would be there shortly. I stopped by Jarred's office for the paperwork that I had asked for. When I got to the Sam Rayburn building I slipped into Senator Mallory's back door as we had arranged. He ushered me into his office. The senator assured me that we would not be interrupted.

Dirk was sitting in one of the wingback chairs. His father was seated behind the desk. I took the side chair furthest from Dirk. I had many occasions over the years to work with Senator Mallory. Even though he was in the other camp we had a mutual respect for each other. It was obvious that he was concerned. Dirk on the other hand was wearing a smirk of contempt. I knew this wasn't going to go well.

"Did your son tell you why I am here?" I asked.

"He told me that he had an affair with your wife," John Mallory said. "He said that she was with him when the fire broke out." The pain was evident on the Senator's face.

"Is that all he said?" I asked. We were conversing like Dirk was not even in the room.

"Yes."

"Well there is a lot more crap that he has omitted. Things that could put him away for years and would be very damaging to your reputation."

"Like?" the Senator said.

"Like his predilection for young flesh, very young flesh," I said.

"I can believe that Dirk is a womanizer of the worst kind but you are talking unimaginable perversion. I find that very hard to believe," he said.

"Here let me help you believe. Thanks to your son, you don't have to entertain doubts and you don't have to imagine anything. I count at least four minors other than Danielle. I am acquainted with two of them, they are our neighbors." I threw several select pictures on the desk of him with women and girls.

The Senator took all of the pictures and started through them. Dirk's disposition changed dramatically.

"You broke in to my house and took my property. You violated my privacy." Dirk spoke for the first time. He was rather incredulous.

"You sick fuck. You talk about breaking and entering in the face of this depravity? Did he tell you that he coerced my thirteen-year-old daughter into a sexual relationship? He told her he would leave her mother alone if she agreed to take her place," I said totally ignoring him. The Senator was beginning to pale and to loose his trademark composure. "It really didn't matter; he didn't keep his promise," I said.

"How could you?" the Senator asked.

In a cross between a mumble and a grumble he said, "Dani was the best piece of ass I ever had!"

What happened in the following milliseconds was a blur. The next thing I knew, I was standing to the side of Dirk's chair with my left hand caught in the hair at the back of his head and my right hand gripping the Sig with the barrel protruding into his mouth right up to the trigger guard with a chambered round. All I could do at that moment was remember the helpless look on my daughter's face when she revealed her shame. How I kept from capping him right there, I can't say. It is amazing how my action seemed to have changed Dirk's cocky disposition. His million-dollar smile had been heavily marred. The entry of the gun barrel into his mouth took out three of four upper incisors on its way into his oral cavity. His palate was surely carved up by the front sight. The man pissed himself when he discovered just how close he had gotten to his maker. It took a huge amount of will power to resist shooting him.

"Jesus, Shit, Not Here!" Did the Senator imply that it was ok for me to kill his son as long as I took it outside?

"OK, Here the way it's going down. I am going to let this shit live but I have no intention of letting him off scott-free," I said as I pulled the gun out of Dirk's mouth along with a few pieces of teeth.

I explained to the Senator that I had completed a little research this morning and discovered Dirk's little trust fund was now worth more than nine million dollars. He was going to forfeit every penny. I knew the Senator was the trustee of this fund. I explained that I had a the brief for two lawsuits one was the Carwell family lawsuit seeking damages in Dirk's rendering Sarah incapable of rescuing her two children, his culpability in the destruction of the house and the taking of Danielle's virginity. The second was a class action suit that would be entered into by the four or more remaining minors with whom Dirk had sex.

I sketched out a public twenty million dollar claim for our lawsuit and a thirty million dollar claim for the class action suit. We were willing to settle out of court to save the public spectacle of a trial, four million for our family and five million for the members of the class action suit. It would keep Dirk out of jail and would keep the girls off the witness stand and away from police inquisitions and physical examinations. The action would leave his personal income and net worth intact while not as substantial as the trust was not shabby at three million dollars. There would be a non-disclosure clause: none of the parties could discuss the specifics of the suite without forfeiture of the settlement. While Dirk was sputtering and spitting the Senator signed the papers. Dirk eventually put his signature on them too. Dirk would provide me with all the names of the underage girls with whom he had engaged in sexual intercourse.

I told the Senator that I was doing this mainly for three people, I first threw down one of Dirk's pictures showing him fucking my wife doggy style, the second picture was of Danielle with an arm held across her eyes with a bloody sperm-filled pussy, his trophy for a memorable cherry and the last picture was from a sonogram taken at the infirmary the day before. "Here is a picture of our mutual granddaughter." Even though the Senator had been through some very exciting times as a politician, this appeared to blow him away.

I told Dirk that I would meet him at his home in one hour and I wanted him to give me names and addresses of all the underage girls with whom he had contact. I stopped by Senator Philby's office. We visited for a little bit and he expressed his condolences.

After I left Capitol Hill, I stopped by Dirk's house. I have to admit that I received a morbid thrill from the sight of Dirk with his three missing teeth. He did not want to let me inside; he handed me the list and hoped I would go away. I insisted on coming inside his house. I looked at the list. He had the names of the children I had expected plus one name I did not recognize. Four of the girls were from our neighborhood in Bethesda. It turned out that the fifth lived in Boston with her mother. She was nine years old when he moved into her mom's over-the-garage apartment for his last two years at Harvard. Dirk carried out a clandestine affair with the little girl for the remainder of his stay in Massachusetts.

I got home just in time for dinner. After dinner I went into Dad's study and called the four sets of parents and except for the first girl they all had both parents in the home. The landlady lived in Boston alone with her daughter. I invited them to come to the house to discuss a lawsuit. I would not go into any further detail; I asked them to bring their daughters. The landlady would be the last visitor because of the distance. All of the parents agreed to meet with me. After I finished with my calls, we went to the visitation at the funeral home. It was not like having open coffins but it was a time for grieving. I had been so caught up in events that I had not taken time to mourn for my Mackenzie and little Jamie. I had such visions for Jamie; he was going to be my football player. I had a terrible thought come to me. What if Jamie was not my own? There would be many ghosts to conquer.

When we got home I led my two women down to the basement bedroom. We bathed and got ready for bed. Sarah asked me if I was going to give her some loving tonight and I told her that we would eventually have sex but not right then, not within 48 hours of her being with another man. I asked her about Jamie and if he was mine. She said that she insisted that Dirk wear a rubber when she was in the middle of her period. I concluded by saying that we would talk tomorrow.

I woke up the next morning with my arm around Danielle; she was spooned up against me with her ass snuggled tightly into my crotch. I discovered that my cock was projecting from the fly of my briefs. I didn't remember taking my penis out but I noticed that it had burrowed very nicely along her panties into her crotch. When it was released from its haven I noted that I had deposited a load between her legs. I was relieved to find out that I had done my deed outside of her vagina. I was quite curious as to what had happened. When I got out of bed, Sarah was awake and she noticed my messy cock. She followed me into the bathroom. With some amusement in her voice Sarah explained that Danielle woke her up in the middle of the night and told her that I had a hardon and that she was horny as hell. Sarah always went crazy horny towards the end of her first trimester. Sarah told Danielle that if she was careful, she could masturbate with my erection so she fished out my cock, opened her legs, locked her crotch onto my dick and oscillated back and forth to a stupendous climax.

I was so fucking horny that I took Sarah into the shower and fucked her senseless, so much for my resolve. I told her that we still needed to have that talk, but that I needed to take care of some Dirk business first. I reassured her that I still loved her and she reciprocated.

I met with the two guards and gave them a list of the people with whom I intended to meet. I met with Dad in his study after breakfast and discussed what was going on. We agreed not to tell Mom for a while. He was very supportive of my plans. He gave over the office to me for the appointments. I invited Sarah to attend the meetings with me.

The first family to arrive included the two sisters that Dirk double-teamed. The father, Mark Morrell was a Deputy Undersecretary of Defense and Jessica, the mother, an attorney for the justice department. Paula was eleven and Marcia was thirteen. They were cute little redheads. They were wearing light pastel sundresses and looked like little angels. I explained to the parents that Dirk had seduced my daughter and that he also had sexual relations with their two girls. I showed them some of the tamer pictures and there was a horribly tearful discovery and release. The girls had been living in guilt and had not told their parents. Their daughters had not told them because of guilt and shame. They had not had a sexual relationship; they were too young, they were raped. I explained that they needed to view their girls as victims and that Dirk was to blame. That was why I was doing things in this manner. Dirk would pay monetarily. I revealed the details of the lawsuit and the petition for out of an out of court settlement on the suit. I explained that they would have to divide the settlement five ways. There was a collective cringing when they realized how many were effected.

Since they had two girls involved, each would be given a million dollar trust. The parents would be able to tap into the annuities until the girls reached twenty-one years at which time they would have control over the annuities of their own funds. We discussed the non-disclosure clause. I told them it was for the protection of the children. I told them that I would protect Danielle from the scrutiny, publicity and shame that would be attached to criminal proceedings with my life. It was apparent that the trauma and the pictures horribly embarrassed their daughters. The parents reluctantly signed the papers and the father asked me how I could let such an evil man go free. I put my hands on my hips and told him that I had a degree in law and a degree in psychology. Before I was the chief of staff for Senator Philby, I was a psychologist for the CIA. Did they really think I was going to let Dirk go unpunished? The father shook his head. I told them to be patient. Before they left I placed all of the pictures of their girls including the videos in Dads gas fireplace and turned it on. I assured them that there were no more pictures to my knowledge.

I proceeded to get signatures from the next two families in much the same way. The third girl was a cute blonde ten-year-old and the fourth a twelve-year-old brunette. The last conference included a lovely woman with her beautiful nineteen-year-old daughter. I had no pictures, but I explained the lawsuit and the mother, Muriel, was very appreciative. She was aware that Dirk had raped Rachel, but she had been very reluctant to expose Rachel to public inquiry. As she was leaving Muriel went over to Sarah and whispered in her ear. Sarah teared a little, smiled and gave Muriel a kiss on her cheek. Muriel and Rachel left the house with tears in their eyes.

I gestured to the chair that Muriel had vacated and Sarah sat down across from me. "What was that all about?" I asked.

"Muriel told me that I had married a Saint and that I was very lucky to have such a good man. I agreed." Sarah hesitated and the emotion got to her and she started weeping again.

"I don't deserve you. I betrayed you, lost our two babies and enabled my lover to rape our virgin child and you have not deserted me. I really don't deserve you." Sarah whispered.

"Sarah, when we married, we took an oath to forsake all others and to honor, love and serve each other. You are mine. Even though you gave yourself to another man, you are still mine. Yes, you betrayed me. You hurt me. However, there are three mitigating circumstances. First, I knew you were suffering from the effects of depression and I did not insist that you undergo the medical treatment. Second, I did forsake you for my career. I am required to put in forty hours a week to justify a paycheck, but I went way beyond that. I came home many nights after seven and a couple of nights a week I made it home after midnight. Let us not forget the weekends that I was away. Last, Dirk is a predator. With the first two conditions met, you were toast. He played you like a professional. You did not have a chance. I am sure that he used alcohol and or drugs. So, to some extent, I hold myself responsible. As the husband and head of household it was my job to protect you and I failed that job," I insisted. The tears were pouring down.

"Jamie, I should have just told him, 'No!'" she said.

"You didn't stand a chance."

"I have never felt such pain including the pain from the death of my children, as I did when I saw the look of utter defeat on your face when you realized my betrayal," she revealed.

"I have gotten over the pain. I understand what you have gone through. You are still my bride. I forgive you." The relief those words provided was evident as I saw the strain disappear from her face. I continued.

"I promise you that I will make some major changes in our lives. I will never let such a thing ever happen again. In return, I must have a promise from you that you will address the depression and that you will never allow yourself to be placed in such a compromising position again. You will talk to me next time. I want you to promise faithfulness for the rest of our lives. I could not forgive a second indiscretion," I stated.

"Oh, baby. I love you with all my heart. I never intended to cheat, when I was being seduced I resolved that it would only be a one-time incident; however, Dirk cajoled and later blackmailed me with the pictures he took. I never enjoyed the sex; it was so one-sided. I was sick of what he was doing to me. I felt like I couldn't get out of it. I died yesterday when I found out that he was having relations with Dani. I have been punished so completely. I will get medical help and I will never touch another man. I promise," she said.

We held each other for an indeterminate time. I took Sarah and Danielle with me to the Federal District Court. I had a good relationship with one of the judges and he was aware of what I was doing. With the filed documents, he issued a decree acknowledging the settlements, authorizing the disbursement of funds and gagging all parties from discussing the proceedings to protect the minors. It was amazing how a federal judge could revoke an irrevocable trust in a federal civil suit. I took the paperwork to Jarred and asked him to move the funds tomorrow. He would not be attending the funeral.

We had an early dinner at home with everyone present. Sarah's sister's family and my brother's family had arrived. After dinner we went to the funeral home again. I was ready for it all to be over. My brother and his family slept upstairs and left us the entire downstairs. We went to bed early. When I told Sarah that I was going to shower, she told me that they were going to join me. They? She informed me that because Dani was very pregnant, she needed to have sex regularly or she would go crazy. We didn't need another crazy person around here. Sarah pointed out that she did not consider my having sex with Dani cheating. She said that I would be meeting Dani's very obvious requirements. We did not need to have Danielle searching out partners for sex. We needed to continue what we had been doing, keeping family secrets secret. We would be sheltering and protecting Danielle by providing for her sexual needs, that was what parenting was about. I just had two women to take care of until Danielle cooled off or found a man.

Who was I to argue? Thus began my concurrent sexual relationship with mother and daughter. We all got in the shower stall and Sarah demonstrated a very fantastic blowjob to her offspring. I had a great time putting my hands all over the two female forms. Dani was hot. After we dried off, we went into the bedroom and Sarah had Danielle climb into the center of the bed on all fours.

Sarah got on the bed beside her and beckoned me. The sensation of my penis sliding into a very tight Dani was indescribable. Later I was to find out to my great satisfaction that Dirk had a penis that was below average in size. I had a respectable fat seven and one half inches, two inches more than Dirk had by Sarah's estimate. Sarah always told me that I filled her so well.

Dani told her mother how good I felt. I had to admit that all the bragging on my heritage was enough to give me a big head. Dani started doing something with her pelvic saddle, I could see how Dirk could say she was such a fine piece. She arched her back, which projected her hips up and tilted her vagina down. She started pushing back harder and then dropped her head to the mattress. As she pushed harder she started grunting when I was at my deepest. Sarah was aware that something was going on and she asked Dani about it.

"Ohh... Daddy is poking something deep inside me. Ahh... I have never felt it before it is kind of like a shock. I feel queasy, and dizzy, like I am about to Eee... to lose control of my bowels and bladder," Danny said between grunts. She did not seem to want to stop.

"He is prodding your cervix and probably striking your G-spot. Your father is the only one who has ever been able to do that to me. It is like agony and ecstasy at the same time. When you come you are going to get the big one. I am sure Dirk never gave you one like this. The only position that will put him deeper in you is with you on top," Sarah instructed her progeny.

I could feel the hard knob at the end of my daughter's channel and I made a point of striking it. Danielle started grunting louder and her vaginal muscle started clutching at my penis. I would not last much longer. Danielle let out a belly deep groan sucked in the air and emitted a horrific scream as she came before Sarah could get a hand over her mouth. I dumped the largest load that I have ever produced into my daughter's gravid belly.

Danielle plopped over to the side of the bed semi-conscious while Sarah lay down on her side facing Dani as I entered her from behind in the classic spoon position. I loved this arrangement. I slowly rocked back and forth with short strokes as she worked her vaginal muscles. She literally milked the third cum right out of my dick. Dani told us that it was one of the most beautiful things that she had ever seen. I proceeded to clean up both pussies with my tongue, bringing both girls off a second time. It was Dani's first experience with cunnilingus. I seemed that Dirk thought pussy eating was nasty. What a dumb fuck.

We quickly took another shower and headed to bed. I fell asleep with a female on either side. When I woke up I was on my back with a female impaled on my erection. Dani was sopping wet and was working her muscles like a pro. She was deliberately bumping her cervix with my penis. Sarah was lying alongside me playing with my nipples as Dani approached her orgasm. As she blew, Sarah covered her mouth with a pillow. I began to think that I was really going to like this.

We had breakfast and then headed out to the Cathedral. There were many mourners who attended the funeral. It was a very sad time. The internment was very beautiful. Sarah collapsed at the end of it. Kerry helped me take her to the car, we got her home and I put her to bed.

After the funeral I had a long talk with Dad. I knew that we were going to be entering a campaign year and the Director of his Missouri office had recently quit to take a job in the private sector. I asked Dad if I could have that position. He seemed a little disappointed because it was a lackluster job. He would have been happy to have me take his Chief's place. There were three problems with that; first, I would not be able to cut my hours like I wanted to; second, it would not get me away from Washington and last, Dad already had one of the best administrators on Capitol Hill on his staff. I was ready to return to my roots. Dad told me that I could have the home place. He suggested that we build an apartment onto the house where he and Mom would stay on their breaks from the Senate. They would still get to see quite a bit of us.

That night we had a family meeting and I told Dani and Sarah that we would be moving back to Missouri for good. Sarah told me that she wanted to be where I was and it didn't matter where. I told her that I truly intended to scale back my workload so I could be more devoted to her and to Dani. That won me quite a few brownie points not to mention a very pleasant evening.

We decided to wait two weeks before flying back. That would give us some time to shop for clothing on the East Coast. That weekend Sarah, Dani, Mom and Sarah's Mother went shopping in New York. They flew out by commuter early Saturday morning and stayed at the Plaza Hotel. Sarah swore her mother and mother-in-law to secrecy over lunch and revealed Danielle's condition. There were lots of tears and such but after the fire and funeral, the problem did not seem to be all that big. Mom threatened to go to the police even after Sarah told her about the settlement. Mom finally relented when Sarah told her that I would take care of Dirk in my own way in my own time.

I used Saturday to gather up the supplies that I would need. From Dirk's hard drive, I learned that he had a business trip to Atlanta from Monday through Wednesday. I found more picture files but no other underage children on the drive. He had pictures of several adult women in compromising positions. I dismantled the hard drive and took a cutting torch to the disks. When the girls returned it was evident that the trip had been quite therapeutic. I had arranged an appointment with one of my Psychiatrist colleagues at Bethesda for the next day. All three of us went and he told us that we should have some family counseling. He prescribed Prozac for Sarah and insisted that we place Dani under the care of an OB. I told him about the prenatal vitamins and the sonogram and said that we would find a specialist once we relocated to Missouri.

On Tuesday I drove out to Langley and got the equipment that I needed. One of my friends gave me a key to one of their fake utility vans. I had telephone company coveralls and an official looking case. I was wearing a blond wig and glasses. With the spare key I let myself in through the back door. The crawlspace was accessed through the garage. I installed transducers and infrared detectors on the underside of the floor. A chemical metering device was attached to the water line. Everything in turn was hooked up to the laptop.

I would be able to monitor Dirk's movements, pump him full of a hypnotic/hallucinogenic solution (Versed with LSD) at night, and when he was in a deep sleep I would bombard his auditory senses with cries, screams and suggestions. Dirk's evening ritual included a cup or two of chamomile tea so it would be easy to incorporate the drugs into his tap water and zap him every night. The sensors coupled with the laptop were capable calculating his heartbeat (to determine sleep patterns for the auditory stimulation-didn't want him to hear the sounds when he was awake).

I set the program, closed everything up and drove off. I returned the van to the motor pool and drove up to Capitol Hill. I caught my Senator just before he left for the Capitol Building. I thanked him for being a wonderful boss for seven years and I tendered my resignation. I told him that things had just gotten too complicated for me and that I could no longer work in the way to which I had become accustomed. Burnout was a very familiar friend to the denizens of the Beltway and the Senator accepted my resignation after I assured him that this was what I wanted. He told me that I could forego the notice period if I wished and make the resignation effective immediately.

My second in command was the twenty something daughter of another Senator. She was educated at Cornel University and was a very sharp lawyer. She had been working with me on all of our major projects. I would be able to leave without giving notice and there would be few loose ends. I went to Cheryl's office and informed her of her promotion. She wanted to be sad for me but the elation that she felt was very hard for her to repress. After Philby left, I asked all of the staff to come into the conference room. The staff had attended the funeral and I thanked them all for coming to the service. I told them how I had enjoyed and appreciated their help over the years and said my goodbyes. It only took two medium sized boxes to pack up my personal items. I turned the office over to Cheryl and headed out.

The next ten days were a joy. I spent them with Dani and Sarah with little time apart from the two women. We settled our affairs and got ready to move to Missouri. There would be no moving van. All of our personal effects had gone up in the fire. It is quite impossible to put into words the feeling of loss. I had not only lost my two precious children in the fire, but things like my favorite suede jacket, my flannel robe, my custom designed computer, personal memorabilia and our antique furniture was all gone.

We kept busy by sightseeing. We had a chance to see all of the Smithsonian museums for the first time together. Our love making at night was phenomenal. Dani was almost insatiable and her mother was not far behind. They kissed and hugged during the lovemaking and Sarah masturbated Dani when she was on my stick, but Sarah refused to have sex with Dani. A little to my chagrin there was no girl on girl. I had a persistent and nagging ache in my balls most of my waking hours. Dani was getting kinky. She really got off on sex in public places. Both women consistently wore dresses or skirts with no underwear. We went to an outdoor concert on the Mall and Dani sat on my cock with a blanket over us while her mother kept an eye out for the authorities. Imagine me fucking my thirteen-year-old daughter out in the open air in a crowd.

On the tenth day of Dirk's treatment regimen, the alarm went off on my computer just after lunch. It was a good thing we were home. The sensors were detecting a dramatic loss of body temperature. He was at 90oF when they went off. He had done himself in. When I checked the data being sent from the laptop, I noticed that he was upright in the living room. He must have hung himself. I ran to Langley, borrowed the van, put on my disguise and drove out to his house. I parked in the alley, slipped into the garage, entered the crawl space, removed the canister and laptop and pulled the sensors and transducers.

I headed out to the van, started it up, stopped by an office building with an incinerator, dumped the stuff and returned the vehicle to Langley. I never signed a thing and no one recognized me. The next day, Senator Mallory's wife found her son hanging from the chandelier in his living room. She called the police and they removed the body. Dirk was very remorseful in his last days. He wrote a will leaving all of his possessions in equal portions to Sarah, Danielle, her unborn child, the five other girls and me. It was drawn up, witnessed, and notarized by a well-known legal firm in DC. He left a suicide note expressing his remorse and confessing to his womanizing and sexual acts with minors. He took particular care in acknowledging his paternity of Danielle's child; so much for the privacy of the girls. The suicide note was leaked to the press. The five girls were not mentioned by name but Danielle and her unborn baby were. The will named names, but that was not released and the federal judge sealed it.

Oh well, Dirk's estate was so well off with the sale of his business and home that each beneficiary of his will inherited about four hundred thousand after tax dollars in addition to the earlier settlement. The police wanted to question all of the girls and their parents regarding the sex crimes. Jarred had distributed the prepared gag order signed by a federal judge as a part of the settlement that permitted the parents and children to remain silent regarding any of Dirk's affairs with minors. Sarah at my insistence refused to talk to any of them regarding her relationship to Dirk. The tabloids got hold of the story and suggested in several articles that there might have been a mother, daughter, and lover triangle. Our pictures graced Global News and other such rags. We had to dodge reporters for several months and had to threaten several libel lawsuits. Reporters viciously hounded Senator Mallory and his wife and I felt sorry for them. They also became victims of Dirk's transgressions.

I had my revenge, I can't say that I felt real good about his death, but everything was resolved, complete. It was needful that he be immobilized; this did that. He would be preying on no more women or children. The four of us flew back to Missouri. Mom wanted to come and be with us for a while and my two women welcomed her. When we got home, Mom gave us the master bedroom. She was aware that Dani was sleeping with us and one morning took Sarah aside and told her that she was looking forward to her great grandchild. Also she said that she understood if Dani wanted to sleep with her parents after all she had been through. I am sure she had no clue about my sexual activities with her granddaughter.

I took Mom and the two girls to a quarter section (80 acres) that we owned, which was less than two miles from Columbia. It had a large spring-fed creek that ran through it. In the southeast corner of the property there was a heavily treed area with about a seven-acre clearing that abutted the creek. I had always loved this property and dreamed of owing it one day. I told them that I intended to put a modular home in the trees on a walkout basement that would be at the edge of the clearing. We would need to clear some trees for the building site and the driveway, but it would be a very lovely hideaway. A hundred yards to the north of the proposed building site was a pasture where we could place a stable for horses. Dani wanted a horse. I did not want to add on to Mom and Dad's place and wanted us to have our own property. My idea went over big. I had the value of the quarter section appraised and purchased it outright with Mom's signature and Dad's blessing.

One of the reasons that I chose a manufactured home was to expedite the building and inspecting process. It was not a mobile home but a stick built house put together in a factory. I ordered a four thousand square foot rancher to be placed on a walkout basement. Half of the basement would be finished as an apartment and the other half would house two spare bedrooms and a huge exercise area with hot tub. There was about an eight-foot drop from the front of the house to the rear. The house would have a brick veneer that would be added to the house after it was placed on the site. The home was to be completed by the first of the year.

Just a few weeks after our fire, on September 11, Washington DC and New York were attacked by terrorists. I felt very sorry for victims I could truly empathize with the families. I knew a few of the Pentagon victims and called the families. I had befriended an Army Colonel who had testified before several Senate committees. He was injured in the explosion and fire and I got to talk to him. He was thankful for my call and he told me that he and his wife had kept my family and me in their prayers for several weeks. I was touched that this man in his situation would be thinking of others.

The funds from the settlements, the insurance, the sale of our property and Dirk's bequest were in our hands by the end of September. We also had a product liability and needless death lawsuit that named the builder of the house, the Styrofoam Company and the hot water heater maker. We would eventually see over ten million dollars in awards after taxes and attorney fees. Half would go to Sarah and I and the other half would be split between Dani and the baby. I kept in touch with the four families and was pleased that they had been well compensated and that they were getting on with their lives.

I took over Dad's Columbia office, which was his headquarters for Missouri. There were offices in Kansas City and Saint Louis over which I had oversight. When we had another staff member resign from the Columbia office, Sarah requested that she join me. I was pleased when we found that we could work together very well. With our current net worth neither one of us had to work. Because of anti-nepotism laws (The Kennedy Law-Written after John Kennedy appointed his brother as Attorney General), we worked as volunteers. While there was a seeming conflict with the Anti-Deficiency Act the Senate ethics manual explicitly states: "a member may accept volunteer services without limit from his or her own immediate family." We planned on working four days a week, working half time and taking three-day weekends. Our day was real flexible but we usually were in by nine and out by three. When school was in session we would often stay until Dani met us at the office around three thirty. We would all go home together. Family counseling was going well and Dani loved her OB/Gyn.

Danielle attended a co-ed Catholic Junior High School that taught students from grades six through eighth. I was welcomed as a speaker. I spoke with all of the students and faculty and explained what I did in Washington. I changed the topic and discussed statutory rape and explained how Sarah had been preyed upon. I asked them to treat my baby well. Two girls came up to me after my presentation and admitted that they had been abused. Men outside of the home had abused both girls. The abuse had stopped with one girl and was ongoing with the second. I called both sets of parents and met with them. I explained that their children were feeling guilt and felt responsible for what the men had done to them. I counseled them to embrace their children and destroy the men however they could. The police were called, both men were arrested and the girls were supported and nurtured by their families. Sarah befriended both girls. I was very proud of the fact that the three girls were never teased by their classmates but were included in their social circles.

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving that was only spoiled by the events of September 11th. Our family had fairly well recovered from the emotional fallout of the fire but with the tragedies in New York and Washington the wounds were reopened.

Dani was really starting to show. The construction company had started on the foundation and the house was nearing completion at the factory. Dad was home for the congressional recess and it felt good to be in Missouri. On the Friday after Thanksgiving while the women were in Saint Louis shopping the sales, I flew charter to New Orleans and was back before the women got home.

When I flew down to New Orleans I got a rental car, met the realtor with whom I had made an appointment and picked out a very nice four-bedroom home on the edge of the waterway. A week before Christmas we flew down to Louisiana to ostensibly visit Sarah's aunt in Crown Point. My Christmas gift to Sarah was a vacation home on the Cajun bijous. Both of Sarah's parents had Cajun blood and she was taken with swamp life. Aunt Nancy and Sarah's cousin Samantha picked us up in their Expedition. When they drove through Crown Point past the turn off to their home, Sarah started expressing her curiosity about what was going on.

Five miles outside of the town we, turned off the main road and went down a gravel road and came up to a very nice rancher at the edge of the waterway. When Sarah asked what we were doing there, I gave her the key to the front door and wished her a Merry Christmas. She was dumbfounded when I explained that this was our second home. The contractors and landscapers had been working hard. An eight-foot-deep covered redwood porch stretched the entire length of the front elevation and a twelve-foot deck covered the back elevation and extended out over the swamp. There was a gangplank running from the back deck to the dock where a brand-new five-seater (two up, three down) 16x8 airboat was tied. Sarah was blown away. She had been raised near the swamp and was saddened to have been away from her roots for so long. Sarah loved the airboat and used it five or six hours a day while we were there. She, Dani and I fished off of it several times and we took several tours of the swamp. Sarah took her dad out twice and they gently scuffled over the controls. Sarah's folks spent Christmas Eve with us at our new place. We opened gifts that evening. Sarah already had received her presents and we got Dani a new laptop. Sarah told me I would not get my present until I got back home but I got one hell of a present from my two girls that night.

We returned to Missouri on Christmas Day and had dinner late. Mom and Dad had been out to the building site and said that the home had been placed on the basement and they were finishing the inside. He was very pleased that we were going to live in Missouri and he was pleased that we were working in his offices. Mom was tickled to death and had reinforced her pleasure by rewarding Dad. I didn't know for sure what she had been doing for him, but he was sure grinning a whole hell of a lot these days. Mom told him that she would be spending more time in Missouri to take care of Dani but he could be assured that she would take care of him when she was back in DC. The sexual innuendo was lost on no one. I knew they were only in their late fifties, but I really did not want to think about my Mom and Dad having sex.

We exchanged presents and there was kind of a pregnant (sorry) silence while everyone looked at me. It didn't take me long to figure out that there was a secret that everyone was in on except for me. Sarah handed me a small box that was elaborately covered in gift-wrap. I opened it and found three wrapped and numbered packets. The number one packet held a bottle of Centrum Silver Vitamins everyone yucked it up on that. The second packet concealed a bottle of Viagra. Dani almost let the cat out of the bag when she expressed her unbridled enthusiasm for improvements in my sexual abilities. Mom raised her eyebrows. The last packet held a set of keys. Sarah led me out to the garage and pressed the opener. Behind the door was a forest green Jaguar XJ sedan. I had always wanted a XJ but was too cheap. I gave Sarah a deep kiss.

I had a little surprise for Sarah. While we were all gathered around the car in the garage, I got down on my knees, held out a two-carat solitaire ring and asked her if she would marry me again. The tears just flowed. I explained that the three of us were going to spend four days in Las Vegas over New Years. I wanted Sarah and I to renew our vows. It was a way to put the deaths of our two loved ones behind us and go on. It would help to bury the hurt that Dirk created in our lives. Our parents and siblings were invited. I had reserved several suites at Caesar's Palace.

Mom and Dad went up to bed around eleven and shortly thereafter Dani brought me a glass of water and two pills. I laughed my ass off and took the vitamin and the little funny shaped blue pill. I don't think they believed that I would do it. Well, I tell you that stuff hit me like a tornado after about fifty minutes. I pounded the shit out of two pussies for three hours. The joke was on them, mostly. My dick felt like it had been through a meat grinder the next day. Both girls walked funny; come to think of it Danielle was already walking funny.

We had a stupendous New Year's Celebration in Nevada. Everyone in our immediate families were there, my in-laws, Sheila and her family, Kerry and his family, and my folks. The morning of New Years Eve, we renewed our vows. When we kissed at the end of the ceremony Sarah whispered in my ear.

"Thank you for the second chance, you will never be sorry."

We partied the rest of the day and evening. Dani slept by herself that night while Sarah and I took advantage of the miracles of modern pharmacology. I knew that she was going to be true to me forever. She was determined and with the counseling and medical therapy she was on track. I also was not going to let her get far away from me. I needed to always be there for her.

Danielle celebrated her fourteenth birthday in the last week of January. She was indeed pregnant with child. She was starting to complain about carrying the child in her belly. The children and teachers at her private school were kind to her. She was ready to have her baby. We took a chance and went down to Crown Point on February 11th. We drove into New Orleans the next day to celebrate Mardi Gras. We had never allowed Dani to visit during that time because of the revelry. It was very evident on the face of things that Dani had already participated in some revelry not to mention her antics with her father, so she came with us. We both protected her from the jostling crowds. She flashed her tits and her fat belly twice, much to my chagrin, so Sarah had to do it twice also. I was mortified (not really, but I put up a great act). Even at fourteen Dani was still underage and she and her parents could be in a world of hurt if the authorities chose to take us to task.

At the end of February, Dani gave birth to a perfectly made little girl. We named her Mallory; we were tempted to name her after Jamie or Mackenzie but decided against it. It did not seem fair; we wanted her to have her own identity. Dani supported our decision to adopt Mallory; we all understood that she was not ready to be a mother. A week after the birth the adoption papers were filed. The baby brought a real change in Sarah's psyche. I had never seen her so happy and alive. She told me many times that it was just like she had been given a second chance.

Senator Mallory and his wife came visiting during spring break. They were very pleased with the baby's name. I explained that it was not for Dirk's sake but for theirs because of all they had to endure and because this was the only way that their family name would be passed down. They had saved some tissue for DNA testing and Mallory was swabbed. The test was positive, as we knew it would be for Dirk's paternity. With all the monies paid out because of his actions, I wanted to be no questions regarding Mallory's origin. Dirk Mallory was listed as the father on the birth certificate.

Sarah and I had to work during the week so they took Dani and the baby to Saint Louis where they did some sightseeing and shopping. Dirk had been their only child and they were willing to brave the tabloids to visit their only grandchild. Sarah and I assured them that we did not hold Dirk's sins against them and that they would be acknowledged as grandparents. We had no intention of trying to hide Mallory's heritage.

Senator Mallory spearheaded an unusual legal action. He met with my parents, Sarah's parents and the two of us. With our permission, he set up guardianship papers for the three grandparents of Dani and Mallory. Our two children would have three sets of foster parents who would have full rights of guardian ship and custody in the absence of Sarah and I. This would allow Dani and Mallory to visit any of the three couples and we could feel secure in knowing that they could legally make any parental decisions in our absence.

It was so pleasurable to see Dani get things in her life straightened out. Her hormones leveled off after the birth so, at a family meeting we determined that she would sleep in her bedroom. She was faithfully taking a birth control pill that helped her with acne as well as regulated her periods. Mallory had her own bedroom with infant monitors and a day bed. We decided that Dani could spend one or two nights a week in our bed only as needed and with her mother's permission. When Dani found a young man with whom she wanted to be intimate with, our sexual relationship would stop.

Because of my strong feelings against unfaithfulness, I would not participate in a two-timing type of relationship. Dani had no problem respecting these sentiments. It was not uncommon for Sarah to find Mal feverish in the middle of the night and choose to take her to Dani's room. She would send Dani in to me and so she could sleep with the baby in Dani's bed.

We enjoyed a wonderful summer with our new baby and her elder sister. Dani never seemed to ever regret giving the baby up. Mallory became our child and Dani never looked back. She seemed excited to get back to her childhood. Her happiness was very evident. She called the baby "Sis" and as soon as the baby could form the sounds, Danielle's name became Sissy (thithee). We spent three weeks in Louisana, three in DC, a week in New York City and two weeks in Orlando.

We accelerated Dani's High School program because of her giftedness and she started the 2002-2003 year as a sophomore. Sarah was pleased that Danielle was attending a Catholic High school since she was born and raised a Catholic. We never attended church except for weddings, burials and Christmas Eve services. We kind of resolved to become more active in church but we could not agree on where to attend.

In her fourth week of High School Danielle met a seventeen-year-old senior, Caleb McCracken. He was very "hunky" and a co-captain of the football team. Like I said Dani had the bait and she went after him I was to later learn that she wore skirts and dresses that stretched the dress code. She went commando (no panties) every day without my knowledge, but was never caught by the staff or her parents for that matter. Uniforms were worn every day except Friday. On those days she wore the most revealing clothing she could get away with. On the Thursday night before Thanksgiving Dani told Sarah and me that it was time for her to stop her sexual relationship with me. She was going out with Caleb on Friday; I was somewhat relieved because I wanted to return to a normal, non-sexual parent/child relationship with Dani. I wanted Dani to have a childhood even if it were a sexual one. We had started something that was hard for everyone to quit.

Sarah and I went into Saint Louis the next morning after Dani's announcement to go over some details with the new office manager. I left Sarah with the manager and entered an empty staff office to check my emails and it all hit me: the anger that I still felt towards Dirk, the disappointment in my shortcomings that enabled Sarah to cheat, the hurt regarding Sarah's mistake, the death of my babies, guilt for the death of Dirk and my incestuous relations with Dani. It was like last night was the trigger. I was not able to function; I wasn't able to think. I had to get out of there. I told Sarah that I needed to take a walk to clear the cobwebs. I headed down the street and eventually took refuge in the New Cathedral (not the official name); I don't know why everyone called it that because it was a huge Romanesque edifice the construction of which started at the turn of the twentieth century. It was magnificent on the inside. The structure immediately imparted the feeling of sanctuary.

Epilogue

Dear reader, as you can imagine I might have embellished and added some facts to this story that I did not share with Bishop Mulligan. I definitely did not go into the details of Dirk's demise, but gave him the distinct impression that I was directly responsible for his death. His blue eyes just twinkled. He said that he was very pleased that Dani was quitting her incestuous relationship with me. His religion forbade him to council "eye for an eye" but he said that it would have been very difficult for him to let Dirk live had he been in my shoes. I thanked him and told him that we would try to keep Dani straight. He smiled at my assurances. He suggested that we start attending church (preferably Catholic). We needed to make our faith a basis of our existence. Ritual in our lives would be meaningful and healing. Well, being a PhD psychologist, I had to agree.

When I left the rectory I was pleased with the release that my confession gave me. I walked back to the offices in Saint Louis where we were reorganizing the office. We had just hired a new manager and Sarah was training her. I took Sarah out to lunch and told her how utterly in love I was with her. I told her that I thought Fr. Mulligan was right and that we should start attending church. Mom and Dad were members of the First Methodist Church in Columbia, but were not extremely regular attendees. I had attended church in my youth but except for a smattering of Christmas and Easter services, we never really went to church as a married couple. Sarah had been raised in the Catholic Church and when I suggested that I was willing to convert to Catholicism, she was elated. I called the Bishop back that afternoon and arranged a meeting for the three of us at one-thirty. I called home and asked Mom to pick up Dani from school.

I did not realize just how much Sarah needed absolution. While the traditional order of confession presupposed a confessional booth, it was not required and he granted absolution on the spot. She went into the cathedral to light a candle and to say her prayers. Father Mulligan called his friend, Monsignor Daniels in Columbia and told him that we would be joining his parish. I can say that for the very first time in quite a while, Sarah was at peace. It was very evident as I studied her while we drove back to Columbia.

We became good Catholics attending church every Sunday, I whizzed through personal instruction given by the Monsignor. Dani became a part of the Catholic Youth Fellowship and interestingly enough Caleb had been a member of the CYF but had stopped going. His parents were overjoyed when she started dragging him to the meetings. I could tell you from experience that Dani had really good bait and that was all it took to get him to the meetings. She was very much a believer in Right to Life but did not go along with Church doctrine that stressed that sex was primarily given to man for procreation. She found the recreational side of sex to be very rewarding. One evening over dinner, she told us that Caleb had taken to her instruction on giving and receiving oral sex. It kind of amused and saddened me at the same time to think of my little girl instructing a man four years her senior on the fine points of sexual intercourse.

Sarah's folks were extremely happy with our return to religion and the Catholic Church and were quite pleased that we were spending time in DC, and Louisiana as well as Missouri. They got to see their grandchild and great-grandchild quite a bit. The Mallorys also got to see Mallory quite regularly. We made plans to allow her to visit them in the summers when she got older. They had made Danielle and Mallory co-heirs of their estates and wealth. We were fairly well off with the monies from Dirk, the lawsuits and the insurance settlements and needed no more money but they sadly had no one else to whom they could leave their legacy.

In February, shortly after Danielle turned fifteen, she broke up with Caleb before she had a chance to show him her birthday present. Apparently he had given Danielle the impression in December that he was going to ask her to attend the prom with him. When some of the other seniors found out that he was going to ask his sophomore girlfriend to the event, they started pouring it to him. One of the ringleaders was Molly Brisbane, a senior and the captain of the cheerleaders was quite vocal. He actually had the balls to suggest to Danielle that it would be best if they did not go to the prom together since it was for juniors and seniors. Danielle went ballistic. She basically told him to go fuck himself.

She walked from school to our offices where she first went in to her mother and cried on her shoulder. They both came back to my office and Dani poured her heart out. She felt so betrayed. Sarah looked at me as if she was reliving her betrayal and I shook my head at her as if to say, "Don't go there." Dani stopped her crying, looked up and me and said that I was the one person she knew who could help her plan a payback for Caleb.

"Surely you don't want him dead," I said with a practiced deadpan.

"No, but I want him to be sorry that he fucked with me. If there is anyone who is more devious in planning an offensive than you, I don't know who it would be," Dani retorted.

"You still love him?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Do you want him back?"

"Yes."

"How about the 'let him eat his heart out' scenario? I suggested.

"I like the sound of that; how do we proceed?"

"Let me give it some thought." I asked Sarah to take Dani and go home I would soon follow. Mom's family, the Nelsons, were very much the movers and shakers of Columbia. A cousin was the publisher of Columbia Daily News and her brother, my uncle, was the major stockholder of the largest bank. I went over to the paper and talked to Mason Nelson.

He had some ideas and I walked over to Variety Bridal and Formals. Mary Simpson was the owner and about this time of year she ran a quarter page ad with a single picture of a prom dress. I had her order several four and five thousand dollar dresses in a size four. I made a deal where I would finance a full-page (folded in half it had four pages) color insert. I called and arranged for Marcia Morrell and her mother Jessica to come down for the weekend. I called Sarah's nephew and arranged for him to visit.

When I got home it seemed that Caleb was having second thoughts about his decision to not take Dani to prom. He thought she would see the wisdom of not going with him to the prom because it would not look right. He had no idea that Dani would get mad and break up with him. He called her and begged her not to break up with him, but he did not say that he was willing to take her to prom. Dani was really pissed. She told him that if he was embarrassed to take her out then he shouldn't bother. She gave him an ultimatum. They would be apart until she got back from New Orleans on March fifth; he would apologize and would ask her to go to prom if he wanted to stay with her.

On Saturday we all met in Kansas City where we did several location shots of my blonde Dani and redhead Marcia wearing thousands of dollars worth of evening gowns. Anthony Montague, Dani's cousin was in a few pictures with the girls. Tony was a very tall, very handsome and very muscular nineteen-year-old Tulane freshman. He really gave pizzazz to the pictures and made the two girls look more mature. Marcia and Dani spent the evening out together with Anthony. We had suites at the Kansas City Hilton. I am sure that he spent the night with both girls. They had that fresh fucked look in the morning. Tony had a real shit eating grin going. They couldn't leave him alone at brunch and it looked more like he was entertaining his lovers as opposed to humoring two little girls.

Marcia and Jessica flew back to Washington, DC. Anthony was going to stay with us for a few days. On Monday and Tuesday he dropped off and picked up Dani from school in the Hummer. The schoolgirls just wet themselves when they saw Tony and the boys wet themselves when they saw the H1. Dani told no one who Tony was nor did she tell anyone about the Hummer. Caleb got to see him slap Dani's butt cheeks lovingly. He was really going nuts. Anthony flew home on Thursday.

The ads came out Thursday. The two pages (one page front and back) were full of Marcia and Dani in different gowns. They looked like two peas in a pod, two nymphets; their sexuality just jumped off the page especially in pictures featuring them with Anthony. On page six of the paper, on the social page there was a half page article with two two-column six-inch pictures. The article described the eight thousand dollar blue satin gown with a plunging neckline designed by Carolina Herrera that Dani was wearing. She had on a quarter of a million dollars worth of diamonds with tiara, choker and dangle earrings. The picture described her as the granddaughter of the Senior Senator from Missouri. It also mentioned her parents and her maternal grandfather a congressman from Louisiana. It made mention that she was one of the wealthiest teenagers in Missouri. It also described her career as a model. It talked about her giftedness. In other words it was a hell of a propaganda piece. The second picture was of Dani standing next to her birthday present, a new Humvee H1 holding up her driver's permit. I took half of the funds from her annuities and half from ours. It was a shit pile of money, but because of the way it was built, it was one of the safest vehicles on the road. Dani was ecstatic.

Several juniors and a handful of seniors were at the door when she came to school on Friday. She was wearing a designer mini-skirt with plans of driving all the boys nuts. She was wearing no panties, but because of some of the fallout of the thong checks by other schools, no one dared to check to see what she had under the skirt. Good Thing. They were fighting over Dani to ask her to the prom. She told everyone that she had been asked but had not yet decided. She would make up her mind after Mardi Gras. Caleb was in the background looking sicker than a pig.

When we got home that afternoon, Dani asked if we could go out. She wanted a date with her dad and her mom. I didn't think anything of the way she worded it. We left Sis with Mom and took Danielle (I got to drive the Hummer) to a very nice country and western lounge and grill that had dancing. When we finished dinner, Dani hesitated. I knew that guilty look. It was identical to her mother's. I asked her to spill the beans. She said that she was a little scared. I asked her what it was that scared her. She said that when Marcia visited and they spent the night with Anthony, Marcia introduced her to a side of her sexuality that she never knew she had. Marcia had an ongoing relationship with her sister from the time that Dirk abused them. Marcia liked boys and girls and before Tony touched either girl, Marcia lay Dani down in the middle of the bed and licked her from the eyes down her body to her toes and back up to her crotch. Marcia used her tongue and fingers on her victim. Dani had a very strong orgasm although it was not as strong as the first one I gave her. They switched places and she started on Marcia.

"Where was Tony during all of this?" I asked rather incredulously.

"He stayed in the chair and watched until I started eating Marcia. He crawled up behind me and stuck his cock inside me." Dani said.

"And?"

"I had the biggest one ever when he came. I could feel his cock head up against my womb as he was coming and I completely passed out with the taste of pussy on my mouth," she whispered.

"And you feel bad about being with a girl," Sarah stated.

"Yes, its not right," Dani stated.

"Who says?" queried Sarah.

"You never did it with me." Dani said.

"I had sex with a girl just before I met your dad, I enjoyed it. I am not ready to have oral sex with my daughter or to consider a relationship with another female. With all of the past shit in my life, I do not want to complicate my life or yours. I want you to be my girlfriend not my lover." That was that. Sarah was never to involve herself with Dani beyond a few deep kisses and lots of whole-body rubs.

"You are not lesbian," I said.

"I know."

"You want to find out about this side a little more," I said. "Tony will be down there when we go for Mari Gras."

"Yes."

"We will invite Marcia and her sister and hope they can come," I said with no pun intended.

Dani did not hear the pun. She almost went shooting straight up out of the booth. She started screaming and whooping so loud we had to quiet her before we got thrown out. (Remember, this was a Cowboy bar and grill; she was very very loud.) Sarah thought it was a great idea. We did not have a chance to dance. Both girls loved to line dance but Sarah would not be happy until we went home and called the Morrell family. It was nine o'clock when we got home and I hated to call them that late (one hours difference). I was happy to find that they were still up. Mark answered.

"Hello?"

"Mark?"

"Yes?"

"This is Jamie Carwell, is this a good time?"

"Jamie, anytime is a good time for you. You have done so much for this family, I would be happy to kiss your ass in front of the Lincoln Monument."

"That's not necessary, Mark, " I said very quickly. "My daughter and yours bonded very closely when she was down here visiting."

"Yes, that is what I understand," Mark replied.

"She told you everything?" I asked.

"Yes. I am aware of most of her activities. I know about the current activities of my two daughters. After what they had been through, I didn't have the heart to stop them. They wanted Jessica and I to join them but I declined. I am aware that Dani and Marcia enjoyed a loving relationship as well as the affection of a very nice college boy while they were together," he said. "As I indicated, I could not bring myself to have a sexual relationship with my daughter, but my wife and my daughters share their passions with my blessings. Since Pandora's box has already been opened, I give them a lot of leeway regarding their sexual relationships as long as they are safe and responsible. It resolves a lot of frustrations and allows me to concentrate on Jessica," he related.

I liked the way this man thought. "We have a winter home in the New Orleans area. We are going down there for Marti Gras. The reason that I am calling is that we would like to extend an invitation to the two girls," I said.

"That sounds like lots of fun. Will Tony be there?" he wondered.

"I am sure that he will be, but to be honest there will be about eight of Dani's first, second and third cousins of the male persuasion who are in high school or college in the vicinity. I have no control over Cupid," I stated.

"I understand. I have heard nothing but Tony, Tony, Tony since Marcia returned. It appears that he was very considerate and wore a condom whenever he touched my daughter," Mark said. "I would get no rest if I were to tell you 'no' and Marcia found out. However, I still need to ask Jessica," he said.

"I can appreciate that," I said. He told me that the three females were across the room and then he excused himself, put the phone down and walked several steps. I heard a muffled conversation in the background and then one hell of a lot of screaming. He came to the phone as the screaming continued.

"As you might be able to figure out from the noise, Jessica gave them permission to go. How are you going to arrange this?" he asked.

"We will fly with Mom and Mallory to Dulles. They will stay with Dad and the Mallorys while we're gone. We will fly down to New Orleans on Friday the twenty-eighth and return on March fifth where we will pick up Mom and Mallory," I said.

"How much will the tickets be?" he asked.

"Don't worry, it will be our treat. I will call you with more details as soon as everything is firmed up," I told him

"Great the girls are so excited that Paula had to go to the bathroom before she wet herself," he said.

I laughed and then we signed off. Dani was also very excited. She was so excited that she begged her mother to let her come to bed with us. She said that this was an emergency and she had broken up with Caleb so this couldn't be cheating. Sarah gave me that look and I was toast.

The trip to Crown Point was wonderful. We had two novices to introduce to Carnival and they were quite spellbound. Tony was a little reluctant to mess with thirteen-year-old Paula but was quickly told that if Paula didn't get any then he wouldn't get any either. They had a very quiet four-way relationship while there and Tony was worn to a frazzle when we left. The three girls did not want to consider another cousin, it just wasn't happening.

Tony was safe, Tony was cuddly, and so Tony was it. Sarah and I had several talks with Dani and she told us that while she felt a little guilty, she discovered that she was definitely a bi-sexual and that she knew she would not be happy with a traditional monogamous relationship. She wanted a man and wanted to have babies, but she also wanted at least one female companion in her life. She said that she loved the taste of pussy and the taste of cum. I said that I halfway agreed with her. I told her that a lot of young people out there were very unsure of their sexual orientation so she could be happy knowing what made her tick. A lot of people spend most of their lives repressing their sexual feelings. I told her that I was proud of her for entering into this with honesty.

The return trip was somewhat subdued but the two girls had sacks and sacks of plastic beaded necklaces. Each girl exposed her tits at least once each night. Because of their tender age we tried to restrict their flashing. Sarah had fun showing off with the excuse of helping the girls collect beads. Sarah caught me ogling Paula's very cute little titties once and gave me a major elbow in the side. Of course she did it with a big grin. What I did not know was that a solid romance had been forged that weekend. Tony discovered that he could not live without the elder redhead and she could not live without him. Paula was the bonus prize because they were to forge a triangle that would last three lifetimes.

When we returned to Columbia, Danielle asked Caleb to come over. She took him into the study and closed the door. She said that she would go with him to the prom, but that he would have to accept her, as she was if they were to continue with a loving relationship. When he discovered what she was talking about he was a little stunned. She explained that this was not a childhood lark or experimentation but was a part of who she was. Caleb still wanted her to go with him to the prom, but he needed time to consider what she had told him. He promised to keep everything to himself. I was very pleased with his reaction because many hormone-crazed boys would think that it was just an amusement.

Dani, already had been approached by a few lesbians at the school but was turned off by their contempt of men. She was aware of a rather shy freshman girl who had been checking out her body and her legs when she was going commando. On the first Monday she asked Leah if she would like to come home with her. She brought her by and we drove out to the home-place. Leah was a plain but pretty, skinny, brown haired girl. They ran downstairs to the apartment that we had put in half of the basement. When they came up for dinner they were both flushed. Dani got to drive Leah back in the Hummer. Sarah had to go with her because of the conditions of the permit. When they returned Dani said that she thought Leah would do. She had more experimenting to do. I wondered what she was talking about. I was to find out soon.

The next day Danielle brought Leah back to my office. She locked the door and told Leah to sit on my lap. When I protested Dani said that it was very important and she had cleared this test with her mother. She said that all I had to do was gently give Leah a French kiss. I really baulked, but Dani was insistent and Leah looked like she was about ready to cry so I gave in. Before touching her lips with mine I stroked her closest temple with the back of my fingers. Leah closed her eyes and gently moaned. When I brushed her lips with mine the moaning increased.

I gently and very slowly insinuated my tongue between her lips and the moaning increased again. Out tongues started dueling and I realized that Leah knew what she was doing with her tongue. She felt my erection and started oscillating back and forth on my lump. I knew that we had a female who was ready for dick. All of a sudden her hands flew up to the back of my head and pulled me tighter as her body started vibrating and she commenced squealing through her nose. I had gone brain dead and did not realize that she was not wearing panties under her school uniform and that Dani was fingering her while we kissed. Leah finally slumped when her climax was finished. I just held her semi-conscious form to my body.

"Jesus! Dani, what was that all about?"

"I was pretty sure she was hot for men, I just wanted to be positive," Dani replied.

"Now you know."

"Now I know," Dani said as she pulled a dripping middle finger from Leah's crotch. She took the finger and held it under my nose and when I went to inhale, she rubbed the goo all over my nostrils. Shit. I went to grab for Dani but she was too fast. Leah almost fell off my lap when I stood up. Her legs were really shaky.

Dani got her mother and we helped Leah out to the Jag. It was a dirty trick. It was a trick that I would play on my brother in our childhood when we went shopping. I would get a real stinky woman's perfume on my fingers and sneak up to him. When I asked him to smell my fingers I would rub them in his nose so he would have the smell all day. It is very hard to get a strong odor out of your system once the smell has been painted on the inside walls of your nose.

When we got home, the girls went downstairs; I took Sarah to our bedroom and banged the shit out of her. She was very pleased and somewhat tickled by Dani's antics. I was going for the second cum from the doggy position and I was bumping her cervix as the girls snuck into the room. I had my back to the door, but Sarah had a good view of the girls when she looked under her arm.

When we finally came we collapsed in a heap, the two girls clapped. I was mortified and told them to leave. Dani wanted me to fuck Leah and I told her 'no way'. She was very cute, but even if Sarah insisted I would not have sex with her. I was very serious about a monogamous relationship with Sarah. Dani accepted it and Sarah was pleased.

We had dinner and I indicated that I wanted to talk. I explained that I understood that Leah was on the brink of womanhood and that she was trying to discover herself. I explained to both girls that I would support their experimentation as long as it was voluntary. I wanted Leah to develop her own voice and advocacy. She was not to do anything that she did not want to do and she should express to Dani her wants and needs. I told Dani that I would be very disappointed with her if she used force or coercion on Leah. She had a chance to show Leah how to be her own woman. I explained that Dirk had forced her to do things she was not ready to do and it sickened me. Dani agreed with me and they promised to take care of each other.

Over the next several days both girls experimented and on the last day of experimentation, Dani asked Caleb over. When Caleb came by the two girls took him down stairs. They were down there a long time. When Caleb came up for air he was exhausted. Both girls appeared to be very happy.

Caleb took the two girls almost everywhere he went. Some kids teased but they had worked out a relationship where Leah appeared to be Dani's friend and seemed like a tag along. They had a very strong relationship. She never publicly expressed any untoward affection, but behind closed doors it appeared that she was a tigress. Caleb was slated to go to college in Saint Louis, but he was planning on coming home every Friday night for the weekend.

Life is good. We keep busy with Dad's offices and Catholic Charities volunteer work. Sarah rarely leaves my side so I am always there for her. Right now little Mallory is playing at my feet as I compose this story. She started walking just a few days before her first birthday and she is now saying a few words. "Ma ma. Da, Baby, deek (drink)." I wish I had been able to do this years ago. We became very comfortable as a family and Sarah and I will never take our love for granted again, ever. Life is Good!

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